No longer RWBY: Metal gear rising. Rewrite

(Volume 1) Chapter 13: Villain? Or Vanilla?

The air was cool and crips; a thin layer of mis shrouding the figure like a timorous ghost.

They started to glow behind the thick draft; a pair of eyes and the sword at his side a burning, ominous red against the night. A chuckle followed soon after from it, a low, haunting sound in the thick palpable silence.

???:" So you finally showed yourself? Roman finally sent his top dog after me..."

Despite the off chance, the man placed him, the figure held no similar sentiment. He'd never seen a man so cowardly, yet so loyal to his cause... But he couldnt care why. He was in a bad mood. Worse than he'd ever been between his whole visit to this place, having to speedrun here before the man could get away...

Not that the figure broke much of a sweat doing so. He got a ridiculous lot done within the time he was gone. The only thing that seemed to lighten his mood was the rabbit that hopped behind the man. Making the figure have a small smile on his face.

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Teeth, flesh, metal.

It was a combination that became his bread and butter. Killing people... That was his morning coffee ritual. Depending on how many came at him at a time, he could consider it dinner prep, even.

He had been knee-deep in bloody guts for a while now since entering the building, sprinting tirelessly through waves of gore and enemies. Pressing hard on the heavy trigger left on his sword, the figure had a feeling this would be just like any other.

Bullets shells splattered as they smoked down to the wet floor under him as he moves swiftly around the treacherous man, dodging his bullets and projectiles, stabbing his sword into his stomach.

The figure then wasted no time. Finally staggering the demon, he hefted out his blade, carrying it in the direction of someone's mushy brain with an air of menace.

The man could do nothing but quiver in half-death, half fear as he closed the distance. It made to shriek, but the figure grasped him so violently by the arms and shoved the blade of his sword against it, snugging it out of chance. Red energy danced directly before the man's eyes, crackling and sparkling as he suddenly gargles, falling to the floor with an empty shell.

Another squeaked out in desperation but was met with a devastating final blow, being punched to the head, grabbed by the jaw, and torn away as its insides were thrown everywhere across the wall.

The figure stepped back to take a look at his work, feeling a tad proud of the result: steaming people's heads.

But he wanted more. He could feel it in his arm. The urge to kill, a burning unquenchable urge for the damned.

Step by step, the figure approached closer and closer to an open door, which once turned. They saw 11 people on a long extended table, 5 on one side, 5 on the other, and... One smack dab on the opposite side of the door. The one he came here to kill, the one he was ordered to exterminate.

The man on the other end pulled himself closer with the wheeled chair. Narrowing his eyes as he lightly lifted himself.

???:" You..! Call security!"

One of them tried to stand, grabbing the scroll that lay on the counter only for all the other people to scream. His sword had cut through her arm, cutting it away from her body as she screamed. Only for her to be silenced by her jaw being ripped open by the figure.

Slowly turning, the figure smiled as he ran forward. And soon after, the screams of many people could be heard, the screams of many tainted souls being delivered to the afterlife...