RemnusPast here, with the fourteenth installment of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans! That's right, this is an unusually long chapter, so have fun! Not going to waste time, here you go! But before we do, have some stuff!

Fanfic Recommendation Time! I recommend TEN LITTLE HUNTERS, by UhhICanExplain! It's quite a good one, and I highly recommend this.

FANART SHOWCASE! Ace of Spades posted yet another spectacular fanart of this series, it's the moment where Corey shoots down a man in the janitor's closet in Chapter 11! Go check it out at wolfkid2195. tumblr . com! Thank you so much man for your fanart, it's great to actually see them!

I do not claim ownership of RWBY or Hotline Miami. Hotline Miami belongs to Dennaton Games, and RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth. All rights reserved.

As Corey walked down the street to reach the address that the blue haired lady gave her, she couldn't help but look forward to this. She was getting back at Carmine, the fat pervert, in a way. She had on comfortable clothes, she was going to be able to have a room to herself, so it was nice to end the day with an activity to help her remove all her anger. She walked with a half smile, she still didn't have an alias to go by when Junior continually asked for her name. Not only that, but she sincerely wished she could be wearing her zebra mask, she felt somewhat naked doing this without it. It was as if she was doing this task without someone next to her. It did make it feel a bit lonely while she was doing this, she wanted to do this with her friends. She could only imagine that Tony was itching for a large fight to undergo, and this would easily quench his blood lust. When she did arrive at the building, she nearly gulped at what was in front of her.

Apparently, the Wicket family wanted her dead, as they must have sent her to a large Warrick stronghold. The front of the building had a Red Poppy painted on it, and it appeared to be a large compound of some sorts. There were a multitude of cars in front, with several guards wearing the orange and yellow suits, talking and keeping an eye out for intruders. She didn't know what kind of weapons they had, as they weren't off showing it off, which was obvious. However, by the guard's movements, she could tell that they were waiting for an invasion, and for something to come. They weren't exactly relaxed, and they were rather tense. That lone observation told Corey that this wouldn't be as easy as that Wicket hideout, these guys were prepared for an attack. Then again, those Russians in that office building were ready for one too, and it was time to give some of these guys one too.

Opting to go for it safe, she decided to enter via the back entrance, so that she wouldn't have to fight through the mass amount of people right at the front. When she got to the back, she noticed there were at least six people keeping guard, but they had their weapons out. Around four carried machetes, and the other two had crowbars. The crowbar wielding guards were leaning right next to the door, and the machete guards were just walking around aimlessly, somewhat bored out of their minds. With that, she took initiative, speed walking right into the view of the six guards. One of the machete guards started to walk up to her, somewhat yelling to her to get out of the area, right before he got socked in the face. As soon as he fell to the floor, the rest of his buddies charged Corey, and she quickly picked up the machete and took the thugs on. She swung first, and made contact, slashing the first guard in the chest badly. As that guard went down, screaming in pain, the other guards started to swipe at her. She backed up on each swipe, and then swiped back. She got two people in one swipe, dismembering one's arm and causing a deep gash in another. Both went down, one clutching the gash, and another grasping the stump that was his arm. That left three left.

The two crowbar wielding thugs growled and rushed at Corey, intent on busting her kneecaps. However, one of them got beheaded before he could swing, and the last one got a machete stuck halfway into his head. When both of these guys went down, the last guard started to gain consciousness and groaned, only to be weighed down by Corey. She picked up the nearest machete, and with it, she slashed the guy's neck, causing a fountain of blood to sprout from the guy's open wound. Corey got a large splatter of blood on her, but she didn't really care. Right now she needed to finish her mission, and that mission involved killing everyone in this building. She got up quickly and tested the back entrance door. Thankfully, for some reason she chose not to question, it was unlocked, and she entered the back, intent on clearing the place quickly. She didn't want to stay overtime or work more than she should, it was rather bothersome to do such a thing.

She walked right into a lounge area it appeared, as there were several guards just laying around. Two were on a couch, leaning back and watching some action movie on the TV. Three were on a table, eating what appeared to be burgers and sodas. She wasted no time, quickly running straight to the three at the table and slashing at the nearest one. The guy in front of her got the back of his neck cleanly slashed, and his head fell forward, connected only by the skin of the front throat. The guy next to him got decapitated, with his head sent flying, sprouting blood in its path. The last guy at the table tried to get out of his chair quickly, but failed, and quickly fell flat with the chair. Corey simply stabbed the machete into the guy's chest, and she could hear some bones breaking as she did that. The guy began to cough up blood quickly, and started to gurgle. The two guys at the sofa were given time to react, and they took out pistols. They aimed at Corey and fired, and she responded by flipping the table and using it as a makeshift cover. She looted the decapitated man for a weapon, and discovered he had a pistol on him. As soon as the duo at the sofa stopped firing, she stood up and fired back, nailing the two right in the heads. She did waste around four bullets, but it was quick and clean, and it didn't alert anyone outside the room, thankfully enough. With that, she pulled the machete out of the poor man, causing him to yelp in pain, and used it to slash the person's neck. She then tossed the very bloody machete and took the pistol into her right hand, after noting that none of the people in this room had any automatic guns that she could loot. She opened the door to the next room, and was greeted by some stairs, with no one guarding them. Shrugging, she passed the stairs and went on, she knew there was an elevator here somewhere.

She opened the door to the next room, and found what appeared to be a lobby. There was an elevator, which she was thankful for, a reception desk, a place for people who check in to relax, and double doors that appeared to hold a dining area. However, there were a good amount of Warrick henchmen in the lobby, one at the reception desk, three at the relaxing area, two guarding the double doors, and one guarding the elevator. Before any of them could react, Corey had already shot the receptionist in the head, and had begun to fire at the elevator guard, hitting the guy in the chest twice. With these two guards going down, the rest sprung into action, the thugs at the relaxing area took out machetes and charged Corey, while the dining room guards took out concealable SMGs and opened fire. Corey rolled back into the room, dodging a hail of bullets. As the machete wielding thugs got into the doorway, Corey shot each thug in the head, all while she was laying on her back. She used momentum to get back on her feet, and peeked out the doorway, only to duck away from some bullets. She couldn't waste these last two bullets foolishly, she had to be careful. Meanwhile, the thugs were blasting their SMGs at full auto, and were calling for help from the dining room. As soon as she heard the tell tale click - click, she walked out of the doorway and calmly shot the two SMG thugs while they were still reloading. Two headshots each, and they slid to the floor. She immediately ran to the reception desk, just as a blast from a shotgun blew where she previously was. She dived, and took cover at the desk just as a large amount of henchmen ran out the dining room.

Thankfully, the reception desk had a shotgun handy, just for cases of robberies and invasion. She grabbed the shotgun and waited for the fire to cease, and then got out of cover to start shooting. She took two men down before she ducked down again, as the guards had finished reloading and had recommenced firing. She had counted around six thugs out out in the lobby, and she only had four more shots left. She stuck the shotgun out and blindly fired, and heard two shouts of pain come out. As soon as the bullet storm stopped, she jumped out of cover, and began to run towards the Warrick men, firing with her shotgun. One shot, and a man went down with a large crater in his chest. Another shot, and one man got a face full of Dust rounds. One last shot, and a guy flew back, dropping his SMG in the process. The last guy was about to fire at her when he received a flying shotgun to the face, causing him to be knocked backwards and drop his gun in the process. Corey quickly picked up a SMG and sprayed at the fallen guy, just as he was trying to get up. His entire body got riddled with holes, and he went down, sprouting blood out like a leaking balloon. The other two thugs on the ground that were still alive had somewhat minor wounds, they both were hit by flying pellets from the shotgun blast. They were greeted graciously with a spray of bullets, and both were riddled with holes, killing them off soundly. With that, Corey dropped the SMG for a new one, and checked the dining room quickly, just in case there were anyone else in there. Thankfully, there were none, and she thanked Dust that these guns were rather silenced. If she was in Miami, she would have alerted everyone outside and in the building. Thankfully, these low caliber Dust guns did not create a large amount of sound. With that, she entered the elevator, and checked how many floors there were.

She was somewhat thankful to discover that there were only five floors, one being a lobby, three being actual rooms, and the last one was a garage. This left her with the ease to take out everyone at the top floors, and then taking the people in the garage for last. The people at the entrance she would save for last, she didn't have any good strategic spots to deal with those guys currently. With that, she pushed the button for the second floor, and leaned against the elevator wall. This was actually exhilarating, she hadn't had this much fun in a while. Despite the fact that she did clear out a Wicket hideout earlier, that was just plain uncomfortable, she was forced to wear tight clothes, and to boot, she was doing it for the sake of some fat jerk. Not only that, but that time, she and her friends were pretty desperate, and to boot, it was supposed to be a suicide mission. This was somewhat easier, they expected her to return back from this, and return she will. She noticed that the last floor was a penthouse, and then the elevator doors open... to show a group of four men standing in front of the open doors, intent on getting in.

Imagine their surprise to see one of Junior's henchman standing in the elevator, armed with a SMG and covered with blood. Before any of them could react and take out their weapons, they were shot down by SMG fire. As Corey stepped out of the elevator, she dropped the SMG and picked up a pistol that one of the henchmen had dropped. They were all armed with pistols, so it wasn't a very difficult choice to choose. She was in a hallway however, and there were three rooms to pick from, two on the left, and one on the right. She opted for the one in the right, and when she opened the door, she saw a normal hotel room, except that there were no beds, and that there were a large amount of weapons on one single table. Not only that, but there were six guys armed with what appeared to be assault rifles in the room, and they all looked at Corey for a second, right before she swiftly closed the door and jumped back. The door became riddled with bullet holes, and she stood near the wall, now wishing she had picked another room to enter first.

Acting quickly, she rolled from the wall to the nearest room, and quickly opened the door. She took in two guys sitting on a bed, holding shotguns, and heard a shower going off in the bathroom. Working quickly, she sprayed the pistol at the two, catching them both off guard and filling them with holes. The one on the left got three bullets in the chest and one bullet that blew off his lower jaw. The one on the right got a bullet to the eye, the right knee, and three that lodged into his throat. The other bullets whizzed past and completely missed her targets, but she got them anyways. As both went down, gurgling and bleeding profusely, she ran up quickly and grabbed one of the shotguns, just in time to see a woman wearing a bath towel over her walk out of the bathroom. Corey did not want to let anything up to chance, she quickly aimed the shotgun and blew a hole into the woman, causing her to scream and fall to the ground, the towel falling down and getting soaked in blood. Corey turned towards the room entrance and quickly ran out. The assault rifle henchmen had begun to run out the room, and she blasted one down. Then two, then three, then four, then five... and then she ran out of ammo. The last guy was clever, and began to cover fire into the hallway, forcing her to side roll into the room she had just left.

With that, Corey threw away the empty shotgun, and picked up the other one, just as the assault rifle thug walked right at the doorway. She spun quickly and fired, catching the man in the chest and making him whack the wall, then slide down, lifeless. She walked out of the room and cocked the shotgun, then silently waited outside the last room. She could hear a movie playing, and some laughing, indicating that there were more than two people in there. With that she opened the door silently, and carefully, then peeked in when the door was opened half way. She spotted three people at a couch, watching a comedy movie it appeared, of a human who was trying desperately to win over the love of a faunus, failing miserably because he was treating her as though she was a pet. Corey couldn't find any humor in it, but the three men and woman could. She then aimed the shotgun at one of the men's head, and fired.

Needless to say, that man's head blew up like a watermelon that had a firework blow up inside it. His friends all screamed, only for one of the other guys to have his head blown up as well.. Corey was quite fast at pumping a shotgun, she had to use them at certain times during her time in Hawaii. Thankfully she had learned that skill wisely, as she was putting it to good use now. Two guys were down, and the last man had taken out a pistol and ducked under the couch. The woman had long been hiding under the couch, and screamed as he frantically shot at Corey. She dodge rolled towards the kitchen counter, and took cover there. One blind shot, and it was an utter miss, it blew off a large piece of the couch off. The woman screamed even louder, and the guy cursed, as he returned fire. Corey simply laid low, crouching somewhat under the counter. The guy then ran out of bullets in his mag, and frantically began to reload. Corey rushed out from her cover and ran towards the couch, shotgun at ready. He had nearly finished reloading when Corey jumped over the couch and unloaded a spray of Dust shotgun shots into his chest. As he went down, bleeding liberally from his wounds, the woman began to scream louder and louder, and crying as well. Corey simply aimed the shotgun at the woman and fired, hitting the woman in the stomach. The woman simply leaned forward, coughing up blood and gurgling. Corey dropped the shotgun, picked up the dropped pistol, cocked the slide back, and executed the woman. The woman fell, with a hole in the back of her head. Corey then stepped over the dead bodies and proceeded to the elevator. She had a lot of bodies to step over.

Now, she was at the elevator, waiting to reach the second floor. She was drumming her fingers on the wall, and was humming some music. She heard it in a club once, and it was back in Miami, and she found it rather nice. Right now, she was doing well, she had cleared the lobby and the first floor. Only three rooms left, and if they were easy as the two previous ones, she would be able to go back home easily. However, the blood on her suit was going to be a pain to wash out, she had always hated that. Thankfully she wasn't Miami, as the blood would have started to attract flies over, which always did suck in the long run. Everyone in the Fans could tell you that, they had to deal with that sort of moment a lot. With a pistol in her right hand, blood nearly covering the bottom of her shoes, and a good cluster of blood soaked on her clothes, she had to be thankful that none of the blood had gotten on her hair or sunglasses. Her fedora went flying off earlier, and she was sick and tired of picking it up. She'd get a new one later.

The elevator dinged and she was at the second floor of the hotel rooms. There were four rooms this time, but there was no one to greet her at the elevator entrance. Somewhat thankful, that mean there was a chance she wouldn't alert anyone that she was there. As she walked up to the first room, she looked through the door's spyglass to try to figure out how many people were inside. She saw four guys, two armed with assault rifles, one with a shotgun, and another with a machete. The assault rifle men were watching a movie, the shotgun man was reading a book on the table, and the last one was on the bed, laying down. She kicked open the door and shot blindly at the locations of the three gunmen. The bullets met their targets, and each of those men went down, with the exception of the machete man. The melee thug quickly got up, only to get tossed back by a thrown pistol. Corey grabbed the machete before the thug could, and implanted it straight into the thug's forehead. She jumped back before any blood could get on her, and thankfully, none did, they just began to sputter out and spill out onto the bedsheets. She then picked up an assault rifle and moved on to the next room.

This room was different, she could only hear the voices of women. When she looked in, she saw two women in rather revealing outfits, discussing something on the bed. They didn't seem armed, and rather, they didn't appear to be Warrick thugs at all. Rather, they looked like prostitutes, from the way they were talking about who tipped the most in the hotel and who had the strangest activity in the bed. Corey simply shook her head, she never liked the idea of selling someone's body for money. That just meant you were lazy, and that you should feel ashamed for doing such an act... but that didn't mean that she didn't outright oppose it. She just wouldn't choose to become a whore if she was given the option to, even if she was paid a high amount of cash. She had standards, and these people didn't. Sadly, she was told to clear everyone in the compound, and these people weren't exactly people in need of saving, she could take them out... Corey then shook her head. It wasn't necessary, at least, for now. With that, she moved on to the next room, hoping she wouldn't regret the decision of sparing those two prostitutes.

The next room had thugs thankfully, but not many. Only two were in there, but she could hear a shower going off in the bathroom. This time, she had to act quickly. She opened the door and sprayed at the two sitting on the bed. Despite the fact that both had their pistols out and ready, they weren't exactly ready to have a man burst into their room and start firing at them with an assault rifle. Corey stopped firing when she confirmed that the thugs were dead, them simply twitching out of post mortem reaction. A guy with a towel around his waist burst from the bathroom, with a pistol in his hand. He quickly aimed at Corey, which was his mistake; his hands were still wet from the shower. The gun slipped from his grip when he raised it, due to the amount of speed and liquid that was grasping it. Unamused, Corey simply raised the assault rifle and let out one report, and the guy fell back dead, a bullet lodged within his brain. She then turned and walked to the last room, all the while deciding whether or not to spare the two women in that room.

The final room was different. There were four guys, and each of them were pointing their guns at the door. All of them were in strategic positions, and from the looks of things, this appeared to have been done on the spot. These guys were different, and were going to be dangerous to actually take out. A problematic situation. Not only that, but she didn't have that much ammo in her assault rifle. With those thoughts, Corey simply walked back to the first room replaced her assault rifle, and proceeded to walk back to the room... right as soon as a prostitute walked right out of the second room. When the woman looked at Corey, she was about to scream before Corey put a bullet in her head, stopping her from doing so. Corey quickly ran and fired inside the second room, killing the second woman before she could alert the people in the room. With those kills, Corey stalked to the last room, and this time decided to play a bit safe. She set her gun down, and dragged the dead woman to the last room. She then opened the door, and pushed the dead whore out. Immediately, a large amount of reports sprang out, riddling the corpse with bullets. The men inside immediately looked horrified at what they did, and lowered their weapons as they stood up, intent on walking over to make sure no one saw this. Before they could, Corey popped out into the doorway, and fired at them all. A full mag gone, and there lay four men riddled with bullets, dead. With that, Corey dropped the assault rifle and headed back to the elevator, making a brief stop on the way.

She was sitting on the floor of the elevator, on the left side of it. In case anyone fired into the elevator, they would miss her entirely. Since she was heading to the penthouse, it was obvious that there was going to be a boss there. She felt hungry, and deeply desired some vegetarian pizza. When she got home, she was going to use that money to buy some food for herself, something that wasn't pizza at least. Pizza was delicious and satisfying, but like alcohol, it should be taken with moderation and responsibility. She'd get sick of eating pizza if she had eaten it everyday, and she wasn't planning on doing something like that. In her hands was a shotgun, something she had gotten while taking the trip to the elevator. She was looking forward to killing everyone in the building, then going out for a good dinner with her friends, her pay. After all, there was a large amount of bodies to loot now, wasn't there?

The elevator door opened with a ding, and the elevator was sprayed with bullet fire. Corey tucked even more into the corner, trying to not get hit by any stray bullets. As soon as the hail stopped, she blindly fired with the shotgun, and immediately regretted her choice of weapon. She pulled her arm back again when a new hail of bullets came. Right, these guys were not trigger disciplined, but they were going to be relentless too. As soon as the reports ended, she jumped out, an rushed at the gunmen. She counted four in front of double doors, which was perfect. That meant less trouble for who she was going to have to deal with. Four shotgun reports, and four men were killed. She threw away the shotgun, it was out of bullets, and picked up an assault rifle which had been recently reloaded. She kicked open the double doors, and was greeted by two thugs, with an important looking man at a desk. She then realized that this penthouse also functioned as an office, and was rushed by two machete wielding thugs.

The assault rifle made dealing with the chargers easy, and both of them got riddled with holes. Using around half of the magazine, Corey turned to the last man, who appeared to be a buff man. He had an green fedora, with a yellow suit. His tuxedo was green, and his sunglasses were yellow, oddly enough. Not only that, but his mouth was in a large grin. He flipped the table and pulled out a spear, which then transformed into a bow, confusing Corey. The confusion quickly went away, and she dodged just in time to avoid an arrow. The arrow had been loaded with powdered fire dust, and caused an explosion when it hit. Corey immediately noticed this, and opened fire at the man, who simply stood and laughed as he took each bullet. Corey sighed upon noticing this. Great, Aura, as if she didn't have enough to deal with. The man immediately turned the bow back into a spear and rushed at Corey, charging and thrusting the weapon. Corey dodge rolled in time, as the man's spear got caught into the wall. He was not deterred, as he easily pulled out the spear and aimed it at Corey again. She opened fire on the man, and ran out of bullets fast, and as the man charged her, she threw the rifle at him, which he cut into two with his spear. She began to run, picking up a machete as she ran.

The man laughed as he threw his spear at her, and she ducked under it, causing the spear to latch itself into the wall. The buff man rushed at Corey, and she played defensively, slashing at him while dodging his fist strikes. Thankfully, he wasn't as skilled as Tony in the art of boxing, because then she would be in great danger. She was able to dodge the man's blows, and managed to get hits in with the machete, which he easily shrugged off. However, she knew she was doing some damage, the hunter in the bar continually checked his Scroll to monitor his aura meter, which this guy was doing as well, and the more she struck him, the less arrogant he became and more defensive. She dodged a strike from him, only to see that he had cracked the wall. With that, she struck his back, only to be hit in the stomach by his elbow. She got knocked back, groaning and holding her stomach. He quickly ran and pulled his spear out of the wall, and rushed at Corey, intent on finishing her off. She managed to roll out of the way of his strike, and got up shakily, groaning as she got up.

She was definitely feeling the pain, and now she was pissed off. With that, she grabbed the machete near her, and held it in a defensive position, stepping back more and more to further the distance between them. He began to circle around her, carefully stabbing in at times to gauge whether she was alert. She hit those strikes back with her machete, waiting for an opportunity to strike. At which point, when his spear got knocked hard, Corey rushed and tackled him, bringing him to the ground. Before he could push or hit her off, she began to whack him in the head with her machete, continually. One blow broke his aura and he knew it, the beeping on his Scroll alerted him of this drastically. Before he could get her off, Corey brought the machete into his head, and pulled it out. Then she whacked it into his head and took it out. She did this on and on, until his entire head was nothing more than a bunch of chopped up bones, brains, and eyes. His face was beyond recognition, and in fact, didn't resemble a face anymore. And with a final chop into his head with the machete, she got up, and then fell down, exhausted.

She began to breathe in and out more, and she slowly got up to her feet, rather tired. However, there were more people to take out, the garage and the people outside. She then walked outside and picked up an assault rifle on the ground, and entered the elevator. Within the elevator, she pressed the button for the garage, and then slid to the ground, groaning as she did. That stomach punch hurt, but it wasn't as bad as a revolver to the stomach at least... but it did feel like someone punched her hard at her stomach, and she was thankful she did not throw up, or else she would've been dead already. But she had a job to do, and she'd be damned if she'd take forever to finish it because of one lucky punch. Within a few minutes, the elevator dinged, and she got back up to her feet, shaking a bit, as the pain still did not leave yet.

As she walked up, she noticed that there were not a lot of people in the garage. There was only one car here, and there were only four guards inside, each talking to each other next to it. She aimed the assault rifle at them, her aim a bit shaky. Before the men could notice her, she had proceeded to gun them all down, at the expense of utilizing all of the bullets in her magazine. With that, she tossed the assault rifle away, and then walked up to the group, looting them for a gun. She found a SMG, two pistols, and a machete from the thugs. She opted for the SMG, and before she could move from the group, she heard cars coming. She groaned and sat down next to the car, trying to get the pain to go away. She heard four screeches, then a lot of feet. That meant there was a lot of people in this garage now, and that these people were probably back up. Great, time to take them all out.

As the Warrick thugs began to pile out of the vans, the one next to the already parked van was greeted by bullets. As that group fell, the other thugs began to rush towards strategic positions, so that they could get a flank on the bastard opening fire. Unfortunately for them, they had lost a few of their guys as soon as the SMG fire stopped. That meant that around six of them were dead, which left around fourteen left. One of the guys signaled for a group to start moving up, the SMG was probably out of ammo. They nodded and moved up, only to be shot down by pistol fire. The rest dropped down, that was another six people down. Which unfortunately left eight of them remaining. There were three behind one van, two behind another, and finally the other three were split between three different cars. As they watched the middle of the garage, they failed to notice Corey jump over the car's hood and shoot down the man behind it.

One man down, and the other thug with eyes on Corey shot only twice before getting hit by bullets. Corey dropped her now empty pistol, and checked the thug she had killed earlier. He had a SMG, so she grabbed his and picked him up, intent on using him as a shield. She came out into the middle, and the corpse was riddled with bullets, as she fired back at the people who fired at her. A group of three went down, then one of the group behind a van went down. She dropped the body and rushed towards one of the last two behind a van, while he was still reloading. She threw the gun at him, causing him to drop his gun and go backwards, and before he could react, she did a jumping handstand and landed her feet on his head, crushing him instantly. Before the last guy could shoot her, she grabbed the now dead thug's gun and fired at the last man, riddling him with holes. The garage was clear, and the entire building was dealt with. That left the outside. She somewhat limped to the elevator, clutching her stomach. That punch still hurt.

She was riding the elevator to the lobby, and she was sitting down, moaning. Those reckless athletic moves had put some strain on her stomach, and now it hurt more than before, this time as if someone got a cement brick and nailed her right in the stomach. As the elevator dinged and opened, she was greeted by guys in blue and orange. They quickly aimed their guns at her, only to lower them quickly. That was when Junior and Cerulean walked up. "You alright there, girly?" At this question, Corey weakly raised a thumbs up, and started to stand up. Melanie and Militia walked forward to help her, and started to help her walk out of the building, acting as supports for her to walk on. With that, Cerulean nodded to his men, who immediately walked into the elevator and went to the first floor, ready to take down some men. At this, Junior walked away with his men, and Cerulean rubbed his forehead. He did somewhat regret doing that action, but at least he could say sorry for it...

A few minutes later...

Cerulean was not a man of surprise, but he was surprised upon finding out the carnage that occurred. "No survivor policy, huh..." thought Cerulean, as he looked at the two dead prostitutes on the second floor. Apparently, this person had managed to clear out the back entrance, the garage, the lobby, the first, second, and penthouse floors. She also killed the lieutenant that was in charge of this area, and he was frighteningly impressed, this person had very good skills. He wondered if she was a huntress at one point, it did seem somewhat logical. With that, he kept it in his mind to get Indigo to go dig up information on this person: Junior, while he was a good man with information, wasn't his exactly number one source. He had other people he could rely on as well... and this was one of the times he'd need to call them up. He wanted this person in his family, and quick. The level of power this person had was terrifying, as good as Hunters from Beacon... he'd bet his fortune on that.

And that's the fourteenth chapter of Hotline RWBY! Hoo boy, this would've gotten out earlier, had I not gotten out today. And if fanfiction hadn't begun to act erratic and get closed down... yeesh, way to cramp on my schedule. But as promised, here's the fourteenth installment! I sincerely thank all of you guys for reading this and leaving your reviews, it sincerely helps me work on this. The 1,000 views special is being worked on... but expect an original story, I give up trying to think of something related to Hotline RWBY. I give special thanks to Ace of Spades, for making fanart for this series... I sincerely thank you man. Please review, follow, favorite, and recommend! There needs to be more Hotline Miami fanfiction out there, and I'm just trying to kickstart more! See you tomorrow, and as always, enjoy hurting people...

Is this really necessary? To forgo your promises?

I'm trying! I didn't expect them to... well, influence others!

It is like Jacket and THEM. They are influenced by his actions, other will look at them as heroes for what they will do. Reverse it!



I... I can't.

Why! Why can't you let them stay dead? As much as I would like to change the future of Miami, to make it so that the bombs won't drop, I choose not to intervene! SO WHY WON'T YOU CHANGE THEIR SITUATION?

It's not that easy! I have to see this through, I need to know that I'm right!

So in the end, you won't end it because you still think you have pride to linger on to! Accept it, you have failed in your task, you're merely setting the cogs for this world's mayhem!



FOR FUCK'S SAKE RICHARD, I'M NOT ENDING THIS WORLD, I'M SAVING IT! Now, shut your goddamn mouth, and watch! I'll show you that I know what I am doing!

You know nothing about what you are doing. I can't trust you anymore. From now on, I'll be forced to try to do what I can to.. reverse their effects.

You promised! You promised you will not interfere!

... Fine. I will not. However, at the end, no matter what... whether you are satisfied or not... I will reverse everything, and make them all change. You cannot expect something like this to create lasting effects!

... I know... just trust me, please. The four have to meet the five at least...

So you say. I'll try my best to stay out of this. Just keep your promise, understood?



... thank you. You have no idea how much that means.

Words mean nothing. It is actions that carry the true burden. Prove me you are thankful with your actions.



Time to respond to la reviews!

To these great reviewers:

Aquas1998: There are no Russians in Remnant! So Corey'll be absolutely safe, and fine as well. Of course it'll be messy, it's Hotline Miami x RWBY! Violence is always present! See you soon, my repeat reviewer!

Ace of Spades: Thank you so much man! Your fan art simply inspires me to work harder on this series! Haha, don't worry, everyone makes mistakes when it comes to art... me included, when it comes to character... a boo hoo. But see you soon, and work hard on your fan art! I sincerely enjoy looking at it!