Vale Courthouse Y/N's POV

Judge: Evidence clearly points to this boy, Y/N L/N as the guilty suspect responsible for bombing and destroying Beacon Academy.

Phoenix: Objection! We have no evidence to support that this boy did anything bad under the influence of his own. We've imprisoned many innocent boys over the course of the past year. We shouldn't take the risk of accidentally convicting an inno-

My lawyer began, before being interrupted by the Judge, who just wanted to get things over with due to overwhelming evidence placed against me.

Judge: Overruled, the accuser claims to have seen the suspect rush out of Beacon Academy.

Ironwood: I've seen him. I've seen everything. Along with every other huntsman that returned to Beacon.

Judge: Okay than, with no one else but the defendant's lawyer accounting for his defence. I hear by denounce the defendant to 60 years in prison, with no possibility for parole, with 33 life sentences for every life he and his nefarious selfish actions have taken.

The gavel came down, the hearing was over. I was placed in handcuffs and was led out of the courthouse and shoved into a Bullhead, flying up to an Atlesian Frigate, where I would be held.

Atlesian Soldier: Be glad kid, that Capital punishment was abolished.

I sneered at his remark.

Me: Capital punishment schmapital munishment. Too bad that it isn't, you'd all be much much safer.

Atlesian Soldier 2: And we'd be safe from your little prophecies.

Me: Yeah, fuck you too.

Timeskip

Once the cell doors closed on me, I sighed. In jail once again. But then I began to laugh, doesn't matter at all, I did my part, Salem probably just has to find some other person to do her works. It's enticing, knowing I've accomplished so much in my life. But people only know it as an evil act of terrorism...

Such a shame...

An Atlesian Guard banged on the cell door, I turned to see her, a female guard. Holding a box.

Female Guard: Wake up, my arm's getting tired, can't hold this thing for long.

Me: Well you should probably hold it up some more, could be a huge exercise for you.

I commented, taking the box from her. I looked at it, opening the box and saw a cake. I looked back at the female guard, who just shrugged and responded.

Female Guard: Not mine, someone probs sent it to you as a last minute present before you're brought to the hangman's rig.

Me: Thanks a lot, much appreciated.

I sighed, opening the box. Digging in and made a living out of what I had for the moment.

Me: Good thing it ain't a lie.

I told myself, before choking, something was in my throat... and it was definitely not cake.

I coughed it up and caught it with my right hand. A glass-based vial of sodium cyanide. What the heck is this supposed to be for? Suicide?

Me: Riiiight...

I said, just then. A group of Atlesian Soldiers, two females and two males. Unlocked the jail cell, the light blinded me as I was hauled out of the darkness and into the cell bay itself.

Soldier: Come on you punk, we're taking you to the General.

Me: Why?

I asked, sarcastically.

Soldier: Shut the fuck up and just get this bag over your head.

A black bag was stuffed over my head, as I was handcuffed from behind. I was marched through the Atlesian frigate with at least 6 guards by my side, either wielding rifles, shock batons or tasers. Making sure they didn't let me see anything that was to be mapped out for a possible escape. Man they're really tightening the noose on my gullet right now.

A huge blast-proof door opened up for me, as I was kicked in by a female soldier. The bag ripped open while security codes opened up, my eyes squinted as I was greeted by the standing form of General Ironwood.

Ironwood: The Ace of Spades...

I grimaced, before clearing my throat.

Me: Irondick...

Ironwood clearly did not like that, though he placed down a glass, pouring water into it.

Ironwood: Come, have a seat.

I walked over to the desk that the Atlesian General owned. I sat down as I looked back at the General in hidden seething fury.

Ironwood: I've always wanted to wonder. Why did you have to do this. Why destroy a symbol of hope in the world?

He asked, I smirked with overbearing confidence.

Me: Why, General?... Because I believe that the age of humanity has ended. Your Dust supplements are damaged and in rising debt. Humanity will soon resort to destroying each other once greed takes over and Dust runs low.

Ironwood: This is what Salem has planned for the world right? This is the supposed end of the human race?

Me: *snaps* Bingo, you're a really bright individual, especially since Ozpin opened your eyes to the truth of this world.

Ironwood: I know you're a henchman of Salem. Your semblance, isn't that of a natural trait... It's of darkness, malice and twisted intention. You don't have to be, you can end this. End the fighting. Destroy the Grimm and bring the Human race closer to victory.

I snickered while shaking my head, standing up from the chair, the sound of it and the ground meeting echoed throughout the room.

Me: All this talk, about victory. When, you see you hold onto this false hope, huntsmen are false hope of the 'victory of humanity'! Why don't you see that!?

I asked, bewildered.

Me: Look there.

I said, pointing to the rubble of waste that was once Beacon Academy, not too long after it received the Spade treatment. Ironwood turned towards where I pointed.

Me: What was once there was an indicator of our 'victory' against an endless and relentless darkness. A symbol that delivered a false message to humanity. I knew what I had to do, after Salem sent me on my way. Now Vale will know the truth, there can't be a defeat of the Grimm.

Ironwood sighed in what seemed to be misery, disappointed at his failure at coercing me to betray.

Ironwood: Such ignorance... We'll do this the hard way then. Drink, then you return to your cell and spend those beautiful 33 life sentences rotting in jail where you belong.

Me: Fine by me, Herr Ironwood. SIEG HE- Wait, shit wrong series.

I said, jokingly and embarrassed. I picked up the  glass, taking a friendly casual drink with the General of the Atlesian Military.

Ironwood: That was refreshing... Say, Y/N. Do you know what this is?

He asked curiously holding up the exact same vial of Sodium Cyanide, similar to the one I had found in my cake.

Me: Well it's Sodium Cyanide, when ingested by either eating or drinking it is extremely fatal. Thought that glass of water tasted like it came out from an Atlesian Distillery Plant. Like fucking shit.

Ironwood: Well you'll be relieved to know that you've just drunk a whole cup full of that 'shit'.

My expression remained the same. Ironwood fiercely coughed, then cleared his throat before I spoke back.

Me: That? Kind of a lame sendoff if I do say so myself.

Ironwood smiled deviously before nodding, he brushed his hair to the side before beginning his blackmail.

Ironwood: Very soon you will *cough*, start to violently cough. Bef *cough* What th-*cough*

The General began coughing as violently as a broken engine. Sputtering blood as he fell out of his chair, collapsing on the floor.

Me: You know, it's pretty easy to tell that fucking crap apart from water.

Ironwood thrashed about, clutching his throat as he gasped desperately for breath. His veins began to pop as he began exerting pressure to his neck.

Ironwood: Y-you litt-*cough* fu*cough*ing Shit!...

Flashback

While Ironwood was distracted looking at the rubble of Beacon. I ever so gently replaced my glass with his, and if it wasn't poisoned for me, I poured my vial into the glass just to make sure.

Reverting back to my previous seating position before, Ironwood turned around and didn't even notice that I had moved.

Flashback End

I scoffed, kicking Ironwood's half-dead corpse. I reached into his holster, grabbing his revolver. Admiring it as I examined it's structure.

Me: Trés bon... Merci mon ami.

Ironwood couldn't even respond, he was too deprived of energy to even say a decent sentence and, very soon began foaming at the mouth. Seizing.

Me: You now go bye bye. See yah sucker.

I gloated in victory kicking his dying body as it struggled to breath in.

I opened the blast-proof doors as the already dead Ironwood tried crawling after me, the gap between us growing each and every second... Ironwood gave up with a gurgling sigh as he accepted his fate. Laying to die in the floor of his own office as the Ace of Spades slipped away into the Atlesian Airship's hallways. Alarms began to blare as the thought of Ironwood's stupidity flared in my mind, trying to sell to me Humanity's dream of victory?

Me: It's impossible go sell a dream... to someone who's already gone through nightmares. I am Remnant's Nightmare...

I am The Ace of Spades...