Huntresses: Ruby's Story

by Red-Rose-Rising

They are Huntresses. They fight the darkness to keep the light safe. But it's not the Grim they fight, no. They fight the darkness that lies within themselves. And sometimes, inside of others. AU. The story of Ruby's tragic past that lead to her becoming a 'Huntress'. A prequel of sorts to a story that might be made, one of at least four.

This is the first in what will be at least four one-shots. They will be a summary of the stories of these girls tragic pasts and if they are liked enough I will likely make a multi-chapter fic for the story of the girls coming together and helping each other through their darknesses.

Red-Rose-Rising

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When one Summer Rose died, suicide after fighting valiantly to keep her dear daughter Ruby Rose from being touched by her darkness, Ruby saw the dark despite her mother's attempts to keep her in the light. And you know what they say, when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

At first, young Ruby didn't understand, she was only eight when she found her mother in the bathroom surrounded in a puddle of blood, albeit she was mature for her age eight years of life. She finally understood, in extreme depth, what death meant when, three years later, her beloved uncle Qrow died in a robbery where he had saved another person from being shot and killed. With that understanding she began to try and see if she could still feel Summer around her like her sister Yang had said she would, how Yang said she could. But she couldn't, and that hurt her more than anything else in the world, including the constant bullying from a certain group of children two years her senior for her social anxiety and ineptitude.

Two years later the sadness kept mounting higher and higher as she tried to stay strong for her sister and she took to cutting herself. She kept a brave face on the outside as inside she spiralled out of control, while her father just spiralled. She was destroyed emotionally, she thought she was defective for not being able to feel her mother in her heart. For sometimes not being able to feel at all. She blamed herself for her mother's death and even though she could barely remember anything before Summer's funeral, she still had nightmares about trying to walker her mother up from the slumber she had thought she was in. She would always look down at herself and find her mother's blood soaking through her cloths and seeping into her clothes.

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