I don't own RWBY.
This idea wandered into my head a few months ago, and stuck. So now it's written out. Starts prior to season one and on past the end of season 2 into the realm of speculation. Each chapter will be a moment in time, but they'll all fit together in the end. Enjoy!
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"Blake, right?" the voice is deep and gravelly in a raw, smoky kind of way, and she turns to find a tall young man standing behind her, watching her through the slits of his mask. The glow of the floodlights that illuminate the warehouse dance through his dual-colored hair and catches on the horns that stand in the midst of the windswept locks.
"That's me." She nods cautiously, and he inclines his head slightly in return. She can feel his gaze scan over her. The light illuminates the designs on his mask then, and she realizes she's seen him before, sweeping in and out of protests and meetings for nearly two years now.
"Good." He still sounds as though he swallowed embers. "You're with me."
"You're Adam?" those who kept charge of the White Fang had told her she'd be partnered with a man named Adam for at least the beginning of her work for their cause. He nods, and she's slightly surprised; he always seemed too much of a loner to accept a partner, let alone one as green as her.
"Adam Taurus." He turns then, gesturing with one gloved hand for her to follow. She does, slipping through the crowd in his wake with feline ease. She catches up with him before he reaches the doors, and though she isn't yet quite brave enough to touch him, she moves close enough to his side to be heard over the now-raucous crowd.
"So what are we doing?"
He pushes through the door and out into the scattered moonlight beyond. She follows, moving until her shadow lines up with his on the rocky ground.
"Recon mission." He sounds mildly peeved about it. She gives him a questioning look. "You're not ready for anything else yet. Would just be a liability."
She frowns at that, a spark of anger igniting in her chest. She is ready. That's what she's been telling them for weeks. She wants to do her part, win for her kind the equality that they should have had all along.
He must catch something of her thoughts in her face, because the barest hint of a smile curves one corner of his mouth.
"We'll get there soon enough." He tells her, and it sounds like a promise. She nods, and he moves on, headed for the small heard of bikes parked in the shadow of the warehouse. He glances back at her when he reaches a sleek black model, trimmed in red, and swings his leg over the seat. "You coming?" his voice is a rumble, nearly drowned out beneath the deep purr of the engine as he kicks the bike to life. A smile curves her lips as well, and she stalks forward, clambering onto the seat behind him and curling her fingers into his long coat.
"Let's go."
He revs the engine, and the machine roars. Then he takes his foot off the ground and they take off, speeding down the street with the cool night air whipping against their sides and tearing at her hair. She asks again where they're headed, but the speed of their travel steals her voice. She decides it doesn't matter. Finally, after all these years, she's doing something; anywhere is a good place to start.
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Review! No flames; next update should be soon. ~Seeker