Is it really that time, again? (G-man male reader x RWBY)

Chapter 20: The Rapture

Warning, parts of this chapter feature significantly more gore and disturbing images that some readers may find uncomfortable. If you do not wish to read it, the start and end of the section will be labeled in bold.

Y/N POV

It is commonly said that a man who resides in a glass house should not throw stones. Well that's kinda fucking dumb. A man in a glass house can throw all the damn stones he wants as long as he has home insurance. Sure it costs him money, sure it takes a lot of time to rebuild the same wall over a thousand times, but if he has a good enough paying job and doesn't want for anything, he's in the clear.

That was sort of the situation I found myself in. Not surrounded by three jackasses who worked underneath the pasty white witch I was going after, but more of as a state of being. Here I was, a being who could be harmed, could bleed, could break, and yet I also possessed the power to completely nuke Remnant with a wave of my finger if I so choose.

Time and time again, it was proven that while my power was unlimited, my body was almost the complete opposite. Some examples like getting cut on paper, and even way back when Raven sliced off my hand. Burning the roof of my mouth when eating a hot pocket, banging my toe against the leg of a chair, Even though I could actively raise my invulnerability and heal instantaneously after any injury, I was still fragile. G-man had stated that I was effectively immortal, and that I would never know the touch of death, but even then I still didn't want to test his claim. Call me paranoid or untrusting, but I wasn't planning on taking any chances in the near future.

And as Tyrian Callows circled around me to cut off my escape, as Hazel prepared his dust he kept on hand, as Arthur reloaded his pistol that looked vaguely similar to a desert eagle, I just stood. It would be so easy, to just stop all their hearts, to just cause an explosion so large it would take out the entire warehouse. But what fun would that be?

It would be much more interesting to defeat them with my own two fists, my trusty crowbar. It would be more satisfying to talk them out of it, to get them to join my side, to leave Salem all by her lonesome and further strength my numbers. When you have everything available to you, you start to reminisce on the times where you didn't

Y/N:"You know, its an awful lot of trouble for the three of you to all be focused on little old me. If your precious mistress sent all of you after me, imagine what that means. Salem believes that the odds stack higher in her favor if I am outnumbered, but I can assure you that is not the case. Last chance, drop your weapons, walk away, and you can keep your short, pathetic lives."

Arthur:"Our mission is solely for retrieval, not bloodshed. While I posses many talents, combat is unfortunately not my strong suit, Hazel is sort of a brute and Tyrian specializes in, "specific" endeavors. Conflict is the last thing we want. Come with us, dine with our Goddess, and maybe we can come to an arrangement of sorts."

Y/N:"After I just saved your half-maiden from certain death? Truly you still wish for diplomatic talks."

Arthur:"I believe we can all agree that Cinder Fall lacks many essential qualities. Mistress Salem was always perceptive about that fact, and even put measures in place should she, lose her way.

Y/N:"And what of me? What if I don't like the way she wants to change the current scene? Is there a backup plan set up if I don't play nice?"

Arthur:"Full transparency, I have no idea. If I was a betting man, however, I bet there is. Hopefully that tidbit of information encourages you to see reason. Accompany us, and see for yourself what she wants."

I could absolutely go, no doubt about it. I knew of several thousand futures of how this situation could play out, all of them in my favor. But thats not what I wanted, I was angry, frustrated. Here was someone who would live for a fraction of my lifetime, trying to convince me of something I had no business of doing. He was trying to manipulate me. It was so easy to manipulate most normal people, however I was anything but that. I strayed from direct manipulation numerous times in the past, seeing it as subpar to other methods.