The protest was taking place in the street. Police were holding off since there was no traffic. School was starting and very few people were traveling by car. The protestors held signs that had idealistic messages, clever slogans, and general protests. Adam looked at the signs. He silently laughed. He thought how tender the world would be, how peaceful history would have been had messages on signs could sway popular opinion. If protest could accomplish anything. He watched from a skyscraper, looking at the fauna and sympathizing with their plight. However, he wasn't here to feel sorry for them. He was here for blood, here to wait for the police to arrive. The White Fang wanted him to take out the police as the dummy protestors they planted in the crowd would reveal themselves and rally the fauna to arms. It sounded insane, but Adam had seen what mob mentality could do. And this protest was looking rather mob-like. But as he waited, his mind drifted from thoughts of the mission. He thought of Beacon, the school he'd once been a student of. He'd left after his second year. It was back when he was naive enough to believe a fauna could survive in a school for humans. He wondered how Blake was getting along, if she was making any friends. He wondered if she was being given a hard time or simply being ignored. He knew she was quiet and good at avoiding attention, but at the same time was a skilled wordsmith and had a playful side to boot. She was a compelling person, someone who captivated people as soon as she spoke. He also knew she'd have the intelligence to hide her fauna features. He remembered her last words to him and snarled. He was still angry. The wound still hurt. And at the thought of her finding friends, the wound hurt more. He wanted desperately to be happy for her freedom, but he was hurt. So, so hurt. She was the only friend he'd ever had, and she'd left him with only one word. "Goodbye." And he wanted her to be hurt too. He wanted her to miss him just as much as he missed her.


Blake stared complacently at the TV. The newscaster spoke with an irksome tone, as if she knew what was happening before it had been reported to her. Blake was emotionless as she watched, looking up from her book. She didn't know why she had. She didn't know what she was expecting to see, but she knew what she saw. Her calm expression tightened, her mouth curved downwards in a frown. The White Fang had disrupted a civil rights protest. No doubt Adam had been there. She'd heard about the protest in advance, about how it had taken months to coordinate. She herself considered participating to take some sort of action against the injustice against fauna. Because she knew she wasn't any better than those she'd left. At least they were taking action. She frowned deeper at her passiveness. But she knew that someday, she'd make it right. She was so lost in thought that she hadn't even noticed that the TV was switched off to show a per-recorded message of Glynda Goodwitch welcoming the students to Beacon. Blake clicked her tongue in annoyance before going back to her book.


His time to strike was now. The police had decided to intervene, and Adam jumped from the roof, landing on the ground. It cracked under his impact, and he looked with calm cruelty at the police, smiling without emotion. The look of a sociopath, the look Adam had made his own. He lunged towards them and cut in motions they couldn't even see. Blood cascaded from the bodies and he sheathed his blade, clean and unstained by their blood. His jacket was left untouched as well. He scoffed. Not even their blood could touch him. Behind him, the White Fang had already put their plan into action. Gunshots rang out as the members got everyone's attention. Some had been shot for trying to disarm the White Fang members. Adam heard a girl cry for her mother who lay dead on the ground. He saw it briefly through the throngs of people. He remained unmoved, even when he found painful memories resurfacing.

"She was weak, as are all those who resist us! They do not wish for change, they only protest to satisfy their ego, to make them believe that they fight for their people, but do they really fight?! No! They hide behind their signs and facades, unwilling to support us, the White Fang, the true freedom fighters! Too long have we been oppressed by humanity. You know how they treat those of a different skin color, how could they possibly react with kindness to us, who have a whole different body part! They treat us like animals! You all know of the Schnee Dust Company and their unfair treatment of fauna employees, you know how the riots always end! They end in death and submission! We, the White Fang, do not stand for submission! We stand for freedom, for justice! We shall avenge those who took action, those who truly fought for their people! Those who wish to join us, those who wish to storm the streets and show that we, the fauna race, will not tolerate the cruelty of humankind, please accept these weapons we bring with us! We honor you, who accept our kind offer. We know you have suffered and we know you wish to bring forth an era of change! So take the next step and act! Fight!" The fauna cried. He was a dummy fauna who had a backpack and microphone. Soon, his cries were joined by many others.

"Fight!" The word resounded throughout the city. Some fauna took the dead officers' guns, and others flocked to the suppliers who had large backpacks full of collapsible, easy-to-use weapons. Some fauna were even trained in the ways of Hunters and Huntresses, and wielded their own Dust weapons.

"Adam! Lead our charge!" The fauna with the microphone shouted. He nodded and ran forward, his unsheathed blade glinting in the sun. Buildings were shot and any who resisted, be they fauna or human, met the same fate. More police were deployed, but Adam killed them all. He was still untouched by their blood. Soon, Adam expected to see Hunters and Huntresses. He knew the government wasn't above using them to quell the fauna protestors.


Blake pulled out her phone. She sat on her bed, checking the news before reading her book. She glanced at it eagerly, ready to engulf herself in the world she knew through the ink and words. The world that reminded her so much of reality, the world that rang so true to her life. It was a book about a man with two souls, each battling for control over his body. Every time she read it, she thought of Adam. She missed him. She missed him so much. She knew she had done the right thing by leaving, but she wasn't sure if she had done the kind thing. She scrolled down on her touch screen, looking for any footage of the protest anyone might have gotten. Sure enough, she found it. It was mere seconds, but it was enough. Someone had captured Adam on their phone. She looked at his fierce strikes, his incredible speed, his graceful motions. If she didn't know better, she would never have believed he was self-taught. But she quickly put it down, resolving to dedicate herself to her new life at Beacon. She wasn't a child. She wouldn't cling to Adam or his memory. She had a new life and she would live it to the fullest. She would look after herself, because that was who she was now. She wasn't the girl who had idolized the red-haired swordsman, she was the woman who had left him behind.

"Watcha doing?" A cheery voice said behind her, and she looked to see a orange-haired girl in bright pink sleepwear.

"Nora, she's busy. Leave her alone," a young man said kindly. He wore a green tank top and black pajama pants. Blake sighed, ready for a social interaction. She wasn't socially awkward, she just didn't care for being interrupted.

"It's all right. I'm just checking the news."

"Eh, sounds boring. Wait...is there anything about a new study of sloths?" Blake blinked, surprised by the random thought.

"Uh, no."

"Drat. One of these days, the sloth with have its time to shine!" The girl named Nora cried out.

"Sure," the young man said, chuckling. Blake took the opportunity to read her book.


The Hunter swiped his fists and water spilled from the holes in his gauntlets. Adam stepped back, avoiding the razor-sharp waves. The man kicked and a burst of water shot from his boot. Adam jumped up and used his sword to block the man's next blow, flipping into the air behind him. He swerved and avoided an arcing water wave. He then cut through another. The man attacked, and Adam blocked his blow, moving his sword closer to his body while standing straight. He moved past the man on the outside and twirled his gun around, firing at the Hunter's back. He screamed and Adam turned and cut off his head. A woman jumped out at him with a long staff. It crackled with electricity, and Adam rolled out of the way. He twirled his sword and blocked an attack, and then twirled it again and blocked another strike. He shot at the woman, and the bullet was shocked into dust as lighting crackled from the staff. She then disconnected the staff and wielded two batons. She attacked and he dodged, stepping to one side. He swung his blade quickly and deflected another attack. He swung the blade the opposite way, hitting back yet another strike. Soon, they were trading blows. Adam shifted to avoid crackling lighting as he cut in straight lines, occasionally jumping back to sheathe his blade and unsheathe it, making for faster attacks. The Huntress was clearly at a disadvantage. She couldn't keep up with him. Eventually, he twisted around her and then turned again, unsheathing his blade and cutting her in half. The last Hunter didn't even get to attack. Adam moved with blinding speed and killed him before he could even get out his weapon. The fauna roared for him, cheered for him. He relished the opportunity to enjoy a good fight, but their cheering angered him. However he smiled and waved, walking forward. He didn't look behind him as a fauna got cold feet and was shot for his disobedience. The protest was still ongoing, but they couldn't last for long. Larger enemies would soon be deployed, and they had to retreat, having caused immeasurable property damage and having taken many, many lives. The White Fang now had more soldiers. Mob mentality was a powerful thing. They retreated, and Adam reluctantly turned around, knowing he couldn't take on an entire army. Only most of it. As he walked away, his happiness at having at least two mildly interesting opponents faded, giving way to the disinterest he usually had. He was, to his credit, no psychopath. He felt nothing when he saw the death. No joy. No nothing. It wasn't until later that he considered Blake. She wouldn't be happy about this. And, for her sake, he felt a little annoyance at what he'd had to do. But he wasn't the man she had admired anymore. She was out of his shadow. But one day, he hoped they'd meet so he could get a chance to talk to her, at least one last time. The only thing was that he wasn't sure whether his words would be kind or spiteful.


CHAPTER 2 IS DONE! I'M PORTRAYING ADAM AS A SOCIOPATH BECAUSE THAT'S HOW HE COMES OFF IN THE TRAILER. HE DIDN'T WANT TO KILL THE CREW MEMBERS, HE WAS JUST DOING A JOB. THEY'D SIMPLY GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE, SOMETHING HE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT. ALSO, BLAKE GOT SOME ATTENTION IN THIS CHAPTER AS WELL, SOMETHING I LIKED THAT I DID. AT THE MOMENT, SHE AND WEISS ARE MY FAVORITE RWBY CHARACTERS. IT USUALLY VARIES WITH EACH EPISODE, BUT WEISS AND BLAKE HAVE BEEN MY FAVORITE FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW. NOT TO DISS RUBY AND YANG. ALL OF THE RWBY GIRLS ARE AWESOME! I HAVE A LITTLE FANTASY IN THE BACK OF MY MIND THAT TEAM RWBY WILL HAVE AN EPIC 4 ON 1 FIGHT WITH ADAM.