Where Black Rose's Grow (RWBY) (Discontinued)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

“Hey Gold!” Nora excitedly bounces below.
Lowering his book in dismay, he exclaims: “In the name of-! What?”
She jumps on the branch and holds her scroll to him, “Did you know Weiss is a Faunus!?” On it, Weiss embarrassedly stands with her team who all have Faunus features. Blake, her natural ears, Ruby has droopy dog ears, Yang has claws, and Weiss… a tail.
“... That bitch actually did it…” He says in disbelief, then laughs to himself for a short bit, however soon after realization kicks in. “Hey Nora, have you ever done a terrorist strike?”
Humming, she shifts off into whatever wonderland her mind is. “No?”
With a toothy grin, he asks her, “Would you like to do something very, very fun?”

In the sewers of Vale City, Ha-neul tucks a small chip under his blindfold, getting a glimpse of his own golden eye. Over his blindfold, he puts on his Fang mask and begins walking around. The sewers are damp, smells somehow worse than shit, and even without empathy, he doesn’t think anyone likes this shithole. Spanning miles, he finds the base of the traverse. Over the deepest pit, a platform has been built using gravity dust to hover and hardlight to bridge, he crosses over.
The striking of whips can be heard over a group of cheers and whispers; divided, the pawns wait at the opposite end of the platform as women shriek in pain. While they are distracted, he grabs his mask and thinks of the sargeant’s, in a dim gold light his mask changes to an exact copy. He pushes through the crowd as a sergeant comes out the door of the tunnel, and as the two meet in the middle, the sargeant holds his arm out and stops Ha-neul.
“What are you doing?” The sargeant quietly asks.
Ha-neul slaps the man’s hand, “I was transferred from West, they want results and you’re not providing.”
“Not providing?” He queries. “I got them a Schnee.”
“Their words, not mine.” Ha-neul's shoulder taps him out the way, going across the bridge. Inside, multiple doors are locked shut with one reinforced with a metal pole. The tunnel is a short dead end, but has several branches, most likely dead ends. He opens the eyeslit of the first one, a poor sod that’s probably a traitor. The second was the same as the first, along with the third to sixth. At the seventh pod, Ruby hangs by her wrist with large weights to her ankles. 
He enters and sees that she is unconscious, but unharmed everywhere but the shackles. From his palm, he focuses the flame to a sharp point that’s blue and cuts through her ankle chains. Grabbing her wrist shackles, he cracks them enough to not break, but to be brittle. He then leaves and skips over the second, thinking to himself, “Yang’s unhinged.” However, he does tip the pole slightly askew.
In the third room, he finds Blake against a wall with blood dripping from her head, tied around her mouth is her ribbon. When he gets closer, she retreats further, until it is too much and she drops into a ball.
“Blake, it’s Gold.” He forms a flame and gives a light between the two.
“You…” She then lunges onto him and scratches his mask, “You betrayed us! You-!”
He swiftly covers her mouth and warns her, “Quiet, they don’t know who I am.” He shoves her off him and puts a knee over her torso. “Act, don’t speak.” Checking over her, he discovers where all the blood sprouts from.
Her right cat ear, full round at the base, has been snipped. While the other is hanging. Tears fall from her eye as with ease, the second ear falls off from a mere poke. He holds the ear to its base and with a single claw, burns the two ends together. She screams loudly, hissing and scratching, but he continues over to the lost ear until it is fully cauterized.
“Calm down, I know what I’m doing.” He releases her, to which she instantly hides back in a corner. “You’re not the first I’ve done this for.” He whispers before leaving.
In the last room, Weiss is hung up facing away, her back bare and very raw. Blood pools under her, tainting the white she wears. Spinning her around, she cries as he looks her up and down. On her stomach is the branding of the White Fang.
He lightly jokes, “You know I’m mentally impaired, but even I have captured plans.”
From his pocket, he brings out a speaker and begins playing screams of a woman into the door. He breaks her shackles and holds her awkwardly to not touch her lashing. She cries into him as he sits on the floor.
“Did you enjoy your first taste of war?” He queried.
“How can someone be so…” She falters out and grasps onto him.
He thinks for a short bit, then reveals, “I’m Ha-neul Jin, legally I’m a mild-sociopath, but I wasn’t always one. The pain of being tortured, remember it, look into the eyes of every old Faunus and feel for them, as you now partially feel the pain of a slave. Don’t become me, keep hold of the mind you had before, and combine it with your new view.”
“How does it feel, to feel nothing?” She ponders.
“I still feel, I’m not a psychopath. I just struggle, call it cold hearted.” He wraps his wings around her, “You do not want to feel nothing, it’s what I fear.”
“You have a plan?” She speculated.
With a chuff, he then replied; “Not really, just go with the flow.” Spreading his wings, he places her down and transfers his blindfold around her neck. “Keep hold of that, the team is all to your right.”
She finds her glimmer of hope and shares it with him, having a small smile on her thin lips. “Your eyes are beautiful.”
“You should smile more, it’s nice.” He leaves the room and takes the speaker, shutting it off and crushing it. As he leaves the tunnel, the sewers begin to stir. Earthquakes shuffled the room. Spreading his wings in the center of it all, he chuckles as he lifts off through the dry well. Landing on the rim, he can’t help but release a laugh as Nora bounces around the zone, smashing the ground with her hammer. The barren area is only visited by the now two.
He then whistles to her. “Want to have a better time!?”
“I’ll break your legs this time!” Nora gleefully laughs as she runs to him.
He tackles her and brings them up high, from his arm, a yellow vial pops out and he grabs it whole. The dust inside begins to spark, so he throws her up higher and the vial at her, at striking, the dust explodes in a burst of lightning. With a roar of a dragon, Nora drops like a meteor, striking down on the ground.

Two hours later, night has touched Vale. In the distance, the West Coast of Vale, the Industrial District is absolutely unhinged. Ha-neul stands atop a bell tower, in his prosthetic hand a man struggles as Ha-neul squeezes his throat. Half of Vale is under ice and snow, many large fragments of the city float with solidified gravity dust under them, and fires are wild.
“Those girls really know how to get revenge, don’t you agree?” Ha-neul asks the struggling man. The man coughs blood onto his arm, sending a burst of disgust into him so he snaps the man’s neck. Dropping the man to his side, Gold frowns, “You were supposed to be a freedom fighter, but there is no subjugation to fight against.”
He jumps off the edge of the tower and flies down to the land, landing at the top of a police cruiser, bringing him to the first site of the strike. Sliding down, he walks around the snow, on his shoulder the mask of the White Fang. To his disbelief, he finds Nora still energetic and bragging.
“-so when I heard that the Fang took my friends, I made the plan!” She ends with.
The interviewer, Lisa Lavender (something around there), asks without hiding, “So you’re admitting to the terrorist level destruction of the ports?”
Nora’s smile turns to confusion, “Terrorist what?” Ha-neul places a hand on her head and pulls it up, “Woah! Did I do that?”
“No. Go find the team, everything will be cleared up after speaking to lawyers. Ms. Lavender; do take in note that this student is mentally slow, she’s not the most factual of students.” He pats Nora’s head and gives her a short glare, “Right, Nora?”
“Yep, yep!” She barks before skipping away. “Oh, Jaune!”
“Nora!” Ren runs past Jaune and hugs her, he then slaps the top of her head. He explodes, “What were you thinking!”
Nora whines, “I was just helping!”
Walking over, Ha-neul lights a cigarette and rubs his hands together. “Fucking cold, innit?”
Jaune, despite his daftness, catches on, “Innit? What did you do?”
“Well…”

Running under the ground, Blake leads team rwby with the scent of salt water lingering, above them. In the sky above, Ha-neul follows a beacon on his scroll, but is stopped by the power of high caliber. He is shot from the sky and aura shatters instantly. In front of him, a warehouse with many White Fang members escaping the sewers into it.
Ha-neul’s wings and body heal immensely, the holes closing shut and he gets up, wiping dust off his body. Bullheads surround him, their turrets spinning in preparation. From the back of his hand, he creates a dome of hard light and from his upper arm two vials come out, one red and one white. He activates and smashes the two dust vials on the ground below him, and when he releases the dome the fog coats the ground wide and high. From directly below, Ha-neul slips onto the door and punches into it, he then grows the claws and breaks them inside. The explosion tilts the bullhead so Ha-neul runs across and leaps to the warehouse, his wings shrunk to a gliding stop.
Under him, the skylight lets it be known the transportation of the dust. The pack the more valuable dust into rail cars that are sent to an underground tunnel; dust of fire, lightning, hard light, and combustion. He punches the glass and lands on a knee. imagining his wings made of metal, and it was so. Bullets richochette off his wings, striking the shipping containers full of dust, making a ceesfire.
As they pushed Ha-neul with machetes, he spreads his wings and spins, striking any in his radius. He forms a whip fo fire and shrink his wings even more, until they look more as a costum piece in size, he strikes the catwalks and those that near him. The crack of the flame echoes in his mind, as he sees himself in the place of his once master. But as this master is whipped, he changes, growing grimm-like in appearance with the mask of the Fang. With a roar of wrath, the whip grows my focused and longer, turning into a blue flame, it swipes through metal and ground easily. Taking down any that have their aura in but a few cracks.
As a soldier comes to realize their defeat, he runs into a container with a match in hand. “Everybody stop!” He orders, igniting the match.
The room freezes as this man holds life in his fingers. Ha-neul raising a hand to stop him, but the man flinches and drops the flame, inclining Ha-neul to run to catch it. However his wings were not of size, causing him to trip and take the blast to face.

“-Lets just say it was very violent.” Ha-neul smiles off. He takes the mask of a sergeant off his shoulder and tosses it away before leaving the group.
“Why do you have a sergeart’s mask?” Pyrrha asks him.
He pauses in his tracks for a moment, but continues on to the ambulance site. Stabbing his own stomach, he waves over and gets put on a stretcher. On the way to the hospital, he hums as his aura finally reforms and heals him. Despite this, he is put into the emergency check, where an exam is placed on him. While he is being examed, he finds Yang and Ruby both being checked on.
“Yang, Ruby!” He called across the room.
Yang taps her sister’s arm and Little Red panically closes her gown, “Gold!”
“Open that back up, health before modesty!”
His nurse pulls back her gloves and jokes, “I believe you should pull your pants down.”
“Fucking ‘scuse you?”