Fire reigned over the CCTS. From the lobby, dozens of dead bodies lay draped across the floor...
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Screwed: A Rule 34 Story (Hyperion Cantos/RWBY One-Shot)
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Fire reigned over the CCTS. From the lobby, dozens of dead bodies lay draped across the floor, soldiers and civillians alike. They had been torn apart or in some cases outright blended into piles of red stew.
This went on in all the rooms of the place.
All in all, 200 lives had been taken today.
James Ironwood knew every one of them. Coughing out blood, he looked in dismay down at the pipe protruding from his torso, exposing the metal underneath. The man himself had been impaled through the wall with the pipe, and he could hear metallic scrapping as the thing responsible walked ahead to the central room.
Ozpin was held in its cold grasp, his glasses cracked as he lay limp, bloody cuts all across his body. His clothes had been shredded, revealing fresh scars all across his torso. They could only look at each other with resigned despair as the beast kicked the doors open and walked towards the desk at the center.
"No! Don't!" Ironwood shouted in despair, but it was too late.
The three meter tall humanoid made of spikes and metal stood over a broken desk, windows in the command tower shattered behind it, blood on the walls. The things face was blank, but in its red orbs sheer glee could be reflected as it raised a bloody stained fist, bladed finger rising. Professor Ozpin was unceromoniously tossed on the ground, blood on his torn clothing. "Please, understand what you are about to do," he groaned, hoping to appeal to what little spark of Kassad may have been inside. If the Shrike heard, it didn't respond.
The Shrike busted the desk open, tearing out a shining tablet from it.
The last testament of the Gods.
The source code of their creation.
Seeming to grin through its blazing red eyes, the Shrike brought it's razor sharp finger down as Ozpin let out one last shout of "NO!"
With a sickening and piercing noise like nails on a board, it carved out its mission onto the stone.
Rule 34 had been signed into existence. Remnant was screwed.
This went on in all the rooms of the place.
All in all, 200 lives had been taken today.
James Ironwood knew every one of them. Coughing out blood, he looked in dismay down at the pipe protruding from his torso, exposing the metal underneath. The man himself had been impaled through the wall with the pipe, and he could hear metallic scrapping as the thing responsible walked ahead to the central room.
Ozpin was held in its cold grasp, his glasses cracked as he lay limp, bloody cuts all across his body. His clothes had been shredded, revealing fresh scars all across his torso. They could only look at each other with resigned despair as the beast kicked the doors open and walked towards the desk at the center.
"No! Don't!" Ironwood shouted in despair, but it was too late.
The three meter tall humanoid made of spikes and metal stood over a broken desk, windows in the command tower shattered behind it, blood on the walls. The things face was blank, but in its red orbs sheer glee could be reflected as it raised a bloody stained fist, bladed finger rising. Professor Ozpin was unceromoniously tossed on the ground, blood on his torn clothing. "Please, understand what you are about to do," he groaned, hoping to appeal to what little spark of Kassad may have been inside. If the Shrike heard, it didn't respond.
The Shrike busted the desk open, tearing out a shining tablet from it.
The last testament of the Gods.
The source code of their creation.
Seeming to grin through its blazing red eyes, the Shrike brought it's razor sharp finger down as Ozpin let out one last shout of "NO!"
With a sickening and piercing noise like nails on a board, it carved out its mission onto the stone.
Rule 34 had been signed into existence. Remnant was screwed.
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