Island of the dead. An mcd x oc collab story. ON HIATUS UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE!

Chapter 20: When the wolves howl.

"We are the pack. We do not forgive. And we do not forget."
- Steelclaw motto

Remant 41, Diablo's PoV.

You'd think after awhile we'd used to weird bull$hittery.

Oh you would be soo wrong.

First reveal, Malros Redfang has a little brother. Second reveal, Ren is crazy scary when you threaten Nora; that I should have seen sooner, real sooner. And third, HOLY F**K IS BRUTUS TERRIFYING IF YOU PISS HIM OFF!

Let me start at the beginning, like ten minutes before Issac decided to blow up the door with four charges of C4.

So there we were, charging at the White fang and cutting them down easily. My job was to team up with chameleon gir-I mean Illia and destroy the White fang who had set up the bombs on the tower of Haven. Simple right?
Oh hell naw said fate, let's make it more complicated.
I was climbing up the tower, using my claws to tear off the red wires and chucking down the white fang grunts who had set them up. I looked down to the gathering pile of white fang on the the floor, probably hundreds of meters below us. I grunted, getting vertigo from the thrilling height that we were at.
"You getting dizzy?" Illia asked, snipping some of the bombs' wires that dropped to the ground below.
I chuckled, wiping the nervous sweat off my brow. "Nah. I'm good." I shouted back, pulling myself up to the the roof. I stared down to the gathering armies below and my heart dropped.
There were way more white fang that we had expected; at least 100 well armed, maybe not as well trained white fang grunts and at least 5 lieutenants. But also two others, a crimson haired male in black and holding a red katana in one hand and a wolf fanus with two tails and ears wearing a beowolf mask dressed in clothes similar to those of the Menagerie fanus with a greatsword in hand. The first one I recognised was Adam, the red haired bull fanus screaming at the top of his lungs, he was the new 'leader' of the white fang; I call bull. Get it? Bull? Bull fanus? Never f**king mind.
Anyway, judging from the posture and the way that he spread his hands, Malros knew the kid in the beowolf mask. Maybe a friend, I thought, wouldn't be the first time Mal made a friend. But then it hit me, hard in the gut and a blow to the temple. They looked awfully similar, like brothers and that's when it clicked for me.
No.....they're brothers.....
Mal had showed me his white fang mask once, a Grimm beowolf mask with dark crystal blue marks running up and down it. A pretty thing, shame he doesn't wear it much anymore. It was a late autumn night so it was warm but comfortable. We had both stayed up late that for studying for high du-I mean Doctor Oobleck's test the day after. Brutus and Issac had long fallen asleep so we shared stories in the meanwhile. One involved his past as a white fang insurgent, he had showed me his mask and mentioned his little brother had made it for him. When I asked what happened to him, he made a quick rushed answer; something that I didn't catch very well.
"He's gone. I left him behind for his own good."
Only later did we find out he had been kicked off the train by not only Adam but his little brother as well. The whole while, never mentioning his brother's name.
So here I was, on the top of Haven tower, an army white fang insurgents gathering below me and with no sign of the 'back up' that Issac and Brutus was supposed to be bringing. I closed my eyes, took a few paces back and then I sprinted before leaping off the tower. Jack had taught me the move a hella of long time ago and I had got comfortable doing the move over the years of parkouring over Mistral's rooftops and leaping from building to building in Vale had strengthened my resolve, so I wasn't scared. I opened my eyes, seeing that I was closing distance fast; I morphed my legs to their demon form, red scaled taloned legs lined with black tattoos of Norse origin and spines running up and down. I landed on one of the grunts, utterly crushing him and scaring many surrounding me. I grinned sadistically, silicas going orange while irises going charcoal grey flecked with obsidian black, I beckoned at them; my Quin Jian forming in my hand.
"Come at me."
One of the grunts leapt at me, a feeble knife in hand. I caught his wrist, driving my blade into his chest. He started guttering up blood, mask falling from his face to reveal scales. I bent into his ear.
"If you plan to kill. Do it with speed." I whispered, his eyes looking up at me in fear as I pulled the blade out. Letting his limp body hit the floor.
The next few minutes were a mess, a mess of flailing limbs and clattering of fallen weapons. Somewhere during the fight, I had lit my blade alight and transformed my other hand into its scaled form. I twisted one of the fool's head off, pulling it with it attached to the spine; I then proceeded to beat one guy to death with it. I held up the bloodied face of the man's skull I had torn from his body, holding it up to the various news cameras that were filming the stand off.
"You want to see a monster? You say Fanus are freaks? Then what about me? What does that make me?"