RWBY: (Y/N) Must Die (My Time Has Passed Complete Remake)

Chapter 3: Rage

"If I get assigned to clear out a Gore Nest, then count me out. Hell, I'll go AWOL if I want to. I don't want to go near those damn nightmare fuels. The way it screams when you pull the heart out sickens me to my stomach. And I hate cleaning off guts off my damn boots. At least the Grimm are polite enough to become dust when they die." -  From an unknown Atlas Soldier

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Even with the addition of the Unholy double barrel and the Displacer Gauntlets. There's not enough firepower to get rid off the demons present in the area without bringing much attention of other Kingdoms and other minor deities. Matilda and Astrid wants your presence to be as little as possible. Going berserk to get rid off the Nests will stir Remnant into a race to find you. 

But that might be the only choice you got. Because the longer you stay in this city, the more irritated and angry you become. You just want to get out of here and at least eat something. 

But THEY had to come here and ruin EVERYTHING. Again. You would've been fine if there was another Colossal Grimm threatening to squash everything in its path, but it had to be the worse option. And it's a bad time to fight them. 

All multiverse communications were cut off the last time you were awake. That means you can't call for out of universe support. Plus, SHE isn't here with you. You hope she's okay, despite everything that happened. You hoped that she has come to terms with it. 

Your mind went back to the reality of your situation. Guns. Blood. Guts. Demons. Rip and Tear. Until it is done. 

Already running out of ammo, you store away your double barrel and began punching them instead. Kicks, elbow strikes, knee strikes. It doesn't matter, as long as you got the job done. With each strike, your anger and rage becomes stronger. They were getting much easier to tear apart. Limbs flying off and heads getting crushed, his brutal attacks were becoming a trademark of his, almost identical to someone else's method. 

But it got the job done, the demons screeched in hatred, some of them were backing off, not wanting to risk their lives just to die in his hands. After all, it was better to die with a mouth full of lead than be torn from limb to limb by a very angry man. A smile spreads across your face. This was the life you were meant to live, you remembered why you like the demons coming to you. So that you can look at their pitiful faces before tearing their heads off their bodies. 

But what about your family? 

Now that made you hesitant, for a moment at best. 

Where is Little Rose? Your talking raven? Ice Queen? Even little Mrs. Fortune? 

Your mind travelled back to distant memories. Did they have children? Are they my children? Do they know about me? If not, how will they take it when I'm their father? 

Did they even move on? 

These questions consumed your mind. Your punches got heavier and heavier and heavier each time your mind racks up more questions. Until you swung behind you, and stopped midway as soon as Matilda came into your vision. Her eyes widen as she looked at your fists, centimeters away from hitting her face. You felt the guilt clawing on your mind, so much so that you kneeled down to catch your breath. The Avatar of Death put a hand over your back and started to rub in circles as she kneels down to his level.

"Hey, it's not your fault. You were caught up on killing the bastards. I shouldn't have gone near you." She apologized, but you wave her off. 

"NO. It's my fault, all of it. It was my fault for not keeping a cap over my anger... I wasn't caught up on the killing, you know..." You replied. Matilda's head tilted to the right, curious about what could've gotten a hold on you.