Disclaimer: Some of the RWBY characters in this story are not related to each other.
Date: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Waking up after having water thrown on me is not the best way of waking up, but when you're handcuffed, still in your school uniform and sitting in a (rather uncomfortable) chair, there's not a lot you can do. As I start to struggle against the handcuffs, I hear someone say.
"You still don't get it, do you?"
I look up just in time to see the guy who is speaking to swing his fist towards me. The next thing I know I'm lying on the floor in what I can only assume to be an interrogation room. With the left side of my face stinging to the nth degree, I look over to where the chair that I was occupying a couple of moments ago on its side.
My mind was all over the place, I couldn't remember how I got here or who that guy was that just punched me. More pain was the only answer I got as the guys shoe was placed on my head, with pressure slowly being applied until I let out a scream of pain. Then it stops. I hear a chuckle above me as the suit wearing guy walks over towards another person wearing a similar getup as the one that has been talking to me, the only real differences is the pair of glasses that he is wearing.
"Obstruction of justice, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons…. Now this one is my favourite one on this list." The suit wearing guy was saying.
He looks at me like I know what he was going to say but judging by the way his smile was growing more and creepier, he knew I didn't.
"Manslaughter."
I must of looked like a dear caught in a set of headlights if there small bit of laughter was to go by. I couldn't have killed anyone could I? I don't…. I. Ugh my head is killing me. I don't remember a thing.
I see the man's lips move but it is like he is miles away or he is speaking quietly, it was then that I was being pulled up into a sitting position by two guys, one with the glasses and another person that I didn't even know he was there, then I felt the handcuffs loosen. Then the two guys move away and stand next to the only door in this smallish room.
I sat there rubbing my wrists; the chafing where the handcuffs were was tribble. When I looked up the guy who punched me was crouched in front of me with a clipboard in his hands and tells me to sign it. I look at him gone out. He makes a displeased noise and tells me that it a confession under my name.
I push the clipboard out of the way; it was obviously not what he wanted so he stands "I see….. I need your hand to sign this, but…. I don't care if you end up losing a leg." As he says this he brings his foot down straight onto my knee. The pain was immense to the point where I believe that he might actually break it. He steps back shortly after he starts and puts the clipboard in front of me again.
I reluctantly take the clipboard and he hands me a sliver pen, "Don't expect to walk out of here in one piece." he says just loud enough for me to hear it and no one else. "We're going to make you understand. One must take full responsibility for their actions." The pen has a familiar weight to it as I sign my name underneath the list of "crimes" that I've done.
Ruby Rose