Author's Note:

Hi all! Since there were many fun RWBY fanfics out there, I just wanted to try on my own!

Personally, I wanted to do one on Weiss since she was my first favorite character.

It will take a while to upload the whole thing since I'm real busy now, but do read through and leave constructive comments on how I can improve others. It's my first one, so I'm seeing how this goes.

Prolouge:

The abandoned warehouse stank. No one had cleaned it out in God knew how long and the place itself was in a deplorable condition. Rust lined the metallic columns and parts of the zinc plated roof leaked. There was a shortage of well maintained furniture, which made living conditions unbearably uncomfortable. Additionally, rats had also infested the place.

Unfortunately for Roman Torchwick, this was the only place he could ever call home if he wanted to keep the Vale police off his back.

He had just gotten off the phone with Cinder. The woman wasn't very pleased with his string of failures in the past few months and had given him a very serious talk about it. But even a simpleton could note the malice in her voice.

'We have big plans for you Roman. All we ask is, a little cooperation.'

The threat still played out in his head since the day she had decided to visit him face-to-face. Heaven help him if he were on the receiving end of her fury.

Of course, he had help. But if anything, working with the White Fang was among the 'Never To Do' list in his repertoire. He couldn't stand the Faunus, much less that these Faunus were the most fanatical of the lot.

Poor living conditions, an overbearing boss and the craziest Faunus alive. All in all, it sucked to be him.

Roman lashed out against the wall, not bothering to notice the numb sensation that shot through his arm, which was shortly accompanied by a sharp pain. He didn't care about any of it. What he really wanted was to see every single one of those kids who had foiled his schemes dead.

Of course, the weird one with the blades was nowhere to be found and probably wasn't returning anytime soon. She was powerful enough to handle a fleet of airships single handedly. He decided that she'd be the least of his concerns, but he'd be prepared nonetheless.

The two Faunus kids irked him even more than the White Fang grunts he was forced to handle. They were on the scene first during his heist at the Vale docks. The only thing better than imagining them being crushed under his heel was actually being able to do it himself.

But the Red was the one who he definitely hated. She had already been part of two of his largest failures. Even if she didn't directly take out the whole operation, she managed to bring the one who did onto the scene. Her, he'd love to handle, personally.

"Um, sir?"

Roman groaned internally. He turned and saw one of the White Fang soldiers standing behind him. "What?" He asked with a grace and poise of any gentleman, trying his hardest to keep the strain out of his voice.

"Well, uh... I noticed your outburst and..."

He didn't manage to finish before Roman lifted his cane, pointing the tip of the object at his face. The Faunus gulped as the hidden sight flipped upwards, exposing the black hollow barrel underneath.

"Get it over with or your compatriots will have more than rat crap to wipe off the floor." Roman was close to breaking point, yet he still maintained enough cool. It'd be a huge bother if the White Fang higher-ups or even Cinder heard about this mess. It'd be a shame to get his clothes dirty.

"Well, I may have a solution to the kid problem..." He said.

Roman frowned as he lowered the cane. "What sort of solution?"

The Faunus cleared his throat, calmer now. "The permanent kind."

Roman smiled slightly. Maybe some of the White Fang weren't so bad after all. "Interesting. What is it you have in mind?"

"Well," The Faunus was clearly not panicking now. "I know they are students at Beacon. I did a bit of digging on them and-"

"Can you just move it with the solution?" Roman interrupted with a frustrated sigh. "What is it we can do about them?"

The Faunus collected himself. "Well, I do have an old accomplice. Left the White Fang years ago cuz' he wasn't interested in the order taking and stuff. But he is pretty good at what he does."

Roman's stare narrowed. "And what does he do exactly?"

"Well," The Faunus cleared his throat. "I won't go into details. But it involves loads of screaming and begging."

Roman took out a cigar and, after putting it into his mouth, lit it and blew out a puff of smoke. "Tell me the details..." If the Faunus had looked closely, he would have seen a sadistic glint in Roman's eyes.