This is my first ever RWBY fanfiction. I wonder if people will even read it lol.

So I'm a huge fan of Rooster Teeth and love their show RWBY. I've read a few fics and see that there aren't enough RubyxTorchwick fics! I ship them no matter what other people may say. I absolutely love Torchwick, his personality just makes me laugh. xD

So I came up with this idea out of the blue and began writing. Obviously since Volume 2 of RWBY is still ongoing, the info and events in this fic is completely made up. I'll mould in some real events from the show here and there when I can but this is set two years after Cinder's great plan succeeds (by the way, I have no idea what it is for obvious reasons but I made something up.)

Yeah people might say the age gap between Roman and Ruby is big but I don't care. If you don't like it then it's fine with me :-) So here Ruby is 17 and Roman is 23. Okay, that's details out of the way.

Hope you guys like it!

(Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of the character's)


Chapter One


Blackened Memories


When did the world end?

Did it end the moment Mercury betrayed her?

When Beacon had fallen and Professor Ozpin went missing?

... When Yang fell into a coma?

Ruby winced, ignoring any voices in her head that constantly reminded her of the torturous moment when she had failed to protect her sister, the sister she loved with all her heart and had always been there for her, most of the time. It was her fault for acting recklessly. For childishly breaking out once she had discovered Mercury's secret.

She should have seen it coming. How could she have not noticed? That day when the three of them, including that conniving witch, had waltzed into Beacon claiming to be exchange students from Haven, she could have stopped this very apocalypse from ever taking place. How could she be so stupid! They obviously looked suspicious. How could she have been so naive to believe Mercury's charm and kind words? She trusted him. Alongside his partner, Emerald.

She would kill them both.

Slowly, and painfully.

"Keep that one secure, she's fast."

Ruby could barely hear the voices echoing into her ears like whispers of the wind. She was far too drugged and bruised to even enhance her awareness of what was happening. All she could feel were the death grips on her arms and something cool and sharp being kept just under her chin.

A knife?

Her body was being hauled across cold and damp concrete, the air was stale and freezing but she felt too numb to notice. Her red cloak dragged in tow behind her, thankfully - at least she wouldn't feel completely unsafe. Her brain screamed to move, speak, breathe. Neither. Nothing. She couldn't function. All she had was her memories that swirled round her head continuously, tormenting her every fragment of a second. Her head throbbed with a dull ache in the back of her head where she was surely hit. There was a burning sensation on her right forearm with a feeling of something damp sticking to it.

It kept her awake enough to be aware that she was being moved. Or dragged.

When she got out of here, the things she would do that would satiate her rage... She could almost taste the satisfaction after successfully tearing off Cinder's head with her Crescent Rose.

Her heart plummeted at the thought of her dear weapon being taken away, with possibilities of it getting destroyed though she worked hard when designing the weapon to keep it indestructible. They would reunite, she knew it and then it would be a blood bath, even more so than it already was. Vivid images of the outside world flashed in her mind like a recurring bad dream and each moment seared an unforgettable image of torture into her brain. She couldn't stop them if she tried.

Cinder Fall.

The name was like a bad taste at the tip of her tongue that refused to remove itself. She would remember forever.

"Throw her in."

It was too dark for her to tell exactly where she was being taken but she could hear the squeal of the rusty metal gates being opened, scraping against the floor like nails being drawn across a chalkboard. They had stopped.

She felt herself being dragged through then a short moment after her body was flung forwards limply. Her frame collided hard against the cold concrete that it almost knocked whatever air was left in her lungs. Her left cheek slapped against the floor that it felt like her teeth rattled. A groan escaped her cold lips and her chest ached from the impact of landing on the ground.

There was a distinct mutter of voices and the slamming of the gate closing and being locked then it faded to silence.

Silence.

Alone.

The rush of nausea swept her mind as she forced her brain to work and get her limbs moving. Too numb, she thought, cursing inwardly. What did she drug me with?

She coughed, regretting it immediately when the burning followed. When had been the last time she had a sip of water? Two days? More? Probably more. She would do anything for a few drops right now. Her eyes were open but her view blurred in and out of focus which made it difficult to even make out where she was. A cell no doubt, but where?

Arms, I need to move my arms.

Her last remnants of energy needed to go there, she needed to lift herself up. Focus Ruby. She groaned once more, channelling her energy to her arms, ignoring the screaming voices that told her to lay there and sleep. The strength ignited with a small spark and by a miracle she felt her fingers curl, digging into the cold stone beneath. Her face lifted next as she reeled her arms in, her right arm protested in agony but still she forced her elbows out and pushed herself up, slowly but surely.

Her arms were in excruciating pain now. How many bruises did she have? What about the cut on her forearm? It must look ghastly but she did well to avoid thinking or looking at it.

Her breathing was laboured now, but she managed to haul herself up, her torso arching up and face lifting eagerly to look out.

There was a sudden scuffling noise, like something moving ahead of her. Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to decipher whatever was in front of her. Maybe it was a rat.

Footsteps.

That definitely wasn't a rat... It wasn't a what, it was a who.

Her arms weakened, almost giving out from holding the weight of her upper body but she was fixated on trying to find out who it was moving in front of her. Somewhere in the shadows, someone was breathing, taking steps towards her.

Her lips opened to speak but nothing came out. Her throat was dry, cracked and raw. Only a cough escaped her lips which made her throat crave for water. Her face fell, as she pressed on and pushed herself up higher, trying to bring her knees in and stand. The footsteps stopped, dangerously close.

She froze. Her face tilted up slowly, heart pounding a million beats a minute with suspense.

The first thing her eyes caught were the black of his shoes, scuffed but intact. They were followed by long legs clothed in black garments. She knew it was black because all she could see was darkness. For all she knew, they could be yellow in the poor lighting. There seemed to be a small glow of light coming from the back of the cell that allowed some field of vision but in her current state, she could barely make out the room.

Her eyes continued to trail up, following a lean outline of a body, the torso clothed in black too. But then she caught them – the pale arms hanging by the sides. And then... she saw his face.

It... It can't be!

Her eyes widened, for a fleeting moment she caught the familiar flop of bright orange hair, the long bangs covering the right eye. They would be green. Something was missing...

Hat.

Her lips quivered and her pulse riveted. She could feel herself losing consciousness.

In that moment, one word managed to escape her lips before her arms finally gave out and darkness swallowed her whole.

"T-Torchwick?"


Hmm, yeah. I have nothing to say haha.

Please review and let me know what you think. :-)