Weiss's Point of view
As she awoke, her nose was assaulted by a strong metallic smell that wavered from the room. Where was she, and why was she was hearing voices circling her? "Where am I? Also I can hear you guys so come out you cowards," she yelled to the darkness surrounding her.
Her icey blue eyes tried adjusting to the darkness and yet she couldn't find the people attached to the voices. She took notice then that she was also encased by the wall on her back and to her sides were plastic. A premade room to be easily taken down if it was to get dirty, but why go through the effort. Sitting a couple feet from her was an answer that filled her with a season of dread. It was a tray that was usually used for medical materials, however sitting on it were things such as a chainsaw, a sledge hammer, even a javelin, each coated in a rusted red color. She tried shifting her form, but to no prevail, leather straps dug into her exposed skin on her wrist and irritated her ankles. Oh so cliché, she had been stuck to a chair.
Glancing around the room only made her worry more. Sitting in the corner was a burlap sack, the color of it long dyed red and looked as stiff as the wall behind it. She took a not so subtle gulp. Well at least she had Myrtenaster on her, she should be able to think of some way to get out. Wait a minute. "….W…wh…where is my weapon?" Her voice betraying her as the shaking became audible.
"Oh Miss Schnee, do you really think we would risk showing ourselves to you, and don't worry about your weapon, you didn't even have it on you when we picked you up," a male's voice taunted, his hot breath dancing along her neck before she heard his footsteps vanish behind a column. She shook her head not wanting to accept it. She was kidnapped and didn't even have her weapon on her. How could that have been though? She always had it attached to her hip, well unless she attending classes. The dots started connected as she recalled the last memory before waking up here. Her face flushed as she glared into the darkness.
"How dare you, I was in the bathroom and you brutes thought it was okay to come in and just take someone", the annoyance didn't go unnoticed by the ones holding her captive.
A lighter female voice slipped through the darkness almost playing yin to the male's voice from earlier, "Oh please like me being a girl couldn't be a criminal. My partner may be a man but he is a gentleman, mostly."
She was retreating back into the chair, her body shaking a little. "Then what is it you want with me, to make me vanish, to kill me, or are you after money?"
The male's voice came back up from back behind her, "Money, oh please, we are getting paid plenty from the one who hired us, we just need to make sure you don't show back up. I'll be blunt since you are being such a good participant in this conversation. I'm going to kill you. However making you wait in darkness for something that may or may not happen at any minute sounded a lot more fun."
"And what makes you think my team won't be here any minute to come get me," a little bit of the confidence she had lost since the beginning of this conversation coming back.
"Oh you know, other than we are in the middle of the Badlands, almost a week's trip away by bullhead. They aren't going to be coming here anytime soon. If we were right, they should just now be starting the search in Vale for you." His voice was cold and factual, however there was a loophole in what he was saying.
"Ha! You said we are a week away, surely they would have figured out I was missing and already be on their way here," her voice growing more confident with each word.
"If only… well you wouldn't know. My partner here, her semblance is teleportation and while I'm explaining, mine is an active camouflage. Very useful when we need to vanish and get around am I right? Plus how would they even know you were here in the Badlands, and a week away by bullhead may I remind you." A slap of hands could be heard through the darkness. Wait are they high fiving…. Right now, of all times. Fine.
"So then tell me why am I still alive, you brought me out here to kill me and yet here we are conversing. If you wanted me dead you should have done it when you kidnapped me. Now I have a chance of escaping and ruining your plans, you guys really don't seem to know what you are doing." If she was going to die, at least she would mock the killers.
The female laughed, a cold pressure appearing along Weiss's neck. "Simple actually, you stay alive, our employer makes sure we got the right one, and then we get paid and you're dead. Even if you're not the right girl, we're still going to kill you. After all we already have you here and we were promised to be able to mutilate someone today."
"So the guy was just messing with me, you can't touch me until he gets here to make sure I am the girl." She had gained a little confidence again.
"Wrong once again", the male's voice was harsh as pressure pushed against and dragged along her arm. A small line of blood swelled up to her skin the new scent of iron mixing with the old as it left trails along the sides of her arm. "We can hurt you just not kill till he gets here."
She bit her lip guessing the male can hide their weapons as well. Now this was just unfair. Their footsteps vanished for a moment as the room became quiet, man she wished there was someone that was going to save her and sometime soon. Without her weapon and any dust she was more useless then Blake on catnip. Come on it was only one time. No matter how she looked at the outcome she was still curious and hopeful, where in the Badlands was she? Was there someone on their way to save her? At least for now she was safe, well they weren't going to kill her till their employer arrived. Looking up, the only piece of salvation she could find was a beam of moonlight leaking in through a crack.
Kye's Point of View
A sigh escaped his lips as the old five story building assaulted his eyes. He had been encamped out here trying to catch these criminals for a long time, but they entered their building twenty days ago and haven't come out since. Like seriously unless they can teleport why haven't they left? Plus not to mention that looking at this building was becoming a real eyesore, old wooden doors hung off the hinges as some remained for ever shut from being boarded close. The windows were a different story some standing still as dirt had assaulted them coating them in a fine layer while others here and there were missing entirely. He rubbed his forehead reminding himself to blow this place up later if he got the chance.
Plus this was supposed to be a sure thing, his information broker was in a small outpost in the middle of nowhere but come on this guy was usually right about pretty much everything. So why, why hadn't those guys made their moves?
Glancing over his shoulder with his crimson eyes, towards the moon covered cityscape, he stretched. Usually a hunter out here in the Badlands was out here by no choice. That's what separated Kye from the rest. He liked isolation, easy jobs, and the plentiful amounts of grimm, faunus, and humans to hunt. It wasn't a secret to the hunters that lived out here, when the kingdoms got too overpopulated to support life in the walls, they took a good chunk of the less fortunate and pushed them out of the safety and into the fire. Out here it was kill or be killed, most places didn't even have laws. But alas this was where he was most comfortable.
Pulling his binoculars out of his black jacket, he crouched and took a scan of the place once again, there has to be something new, anything. He had been close to giving up many times and if this didn't prove to give him anything he would just turn around and go get his money back for being fed misleading information. Twisting the binoculars he zoomed into the building, to see if there was any movement, or if anything at all had changed. Getting up, he put the binoculars into a pocket of his black jacket as he leaned down and stuffed his jeans into his combat boots. Starting to jog he jumped off of a building and took the fire escape down. Honestly for a small city like this in the middle of nowhere it wasn't as broken as he would have thought it was. Weaving through some alleys, he dove into another building narrowly avoiding the couple of small death stalkers as they ran through. Seeing as he wouldn't be able to make his way through the alleys right now, he cascaded up the stairs to the roof top.
Now this was a deciding point for him and he deciding not to even think or he would probably fuck up. Sprinting toward the edge of the building he kicked off of it and jumped. His feet kicked through the air underneath him before his right leg caught the ground of the next rooftop and buckled under the weight of his form.
"Note to self don't invest in any free running skills you don't have." He sat for a moment as the pain and soreness in his leg vanished thanks to his aura, before turning back towards the building he was watching.
"Okay, C and D points are left and if I see nothing I'm kicking that good for nothing's ass when I get back," he grinded his teeth a little before pulling out the binoculars.
On this side the moon was lighting up the entire building, highlighting every crack that adjourned the old reminder to humans trying to live outside the walls. Bringing his binoculars up he zoomed in and traced the doors, the windows, anything he could get his eyes onto. Still at least it was easier to see from here. The old bricks that lined the walls would fall on occasion and he would mark the holes in the wall to note there weren't any bricks there due to the building aging.
Pulling up his charcoal scarf around his nose and mouth he waited a moment as a large gale of wind came through dragging dirt with it. It was silly as he thought about how things like this had almost become clock work for him.
Putting his scarf back into position he scratched at his grey locks pulling a few strands of hair out on accident. "Still got twenty minutes till I have to go to the next point. Being out here does get lonely sometimes. I can't believe I'm only twenty two with grey hair. Man I really need to stop talking to myself." His voice ached, he didn't talk much and when he did, well it was to himself on missions or bounty hunting trips, and of course on some rare occasions to the information broker. He had quickly learned out here keeping to yourself was a much needed,part of life, and usually there were no useless conversations to be heard of. If people who lived in the Badlands talked it was always to the point and to get stuff done.
Following the cracks in the building he had been wondering for quite some time how this building had even managed to still be standing especially out here where the wind took bricks from the side of the place. Like damn what did old humans build their homes out of mud? Starting from the top he followed the cracks sometimes catching site of wire through the patches. Honestly he would have made a place like this his base of operations if it wasn't for the Grimm and for the fact that this thing looked like it could collapse at any moment. Getting back into the 'you're on a mission mode', he continued to scan down the cracks until he saw something he definitely was not expecting to see ever. A single icy blue eye, encased in fear.
Hey Guys Esper here. Just curious, how are you liking the story so far. As you can tell, it is Weiss and my OC centered. No romance, atleast i dont plan on it. As the story progresses i would love reviews to let me know how im doing and how you are liking it. Any criticm is accepted, also if you think at any point Weiss seems OOC just let me know in the reviews. I will try to have this story updated either weekly or every week in a half depending on how im feeling and work. Anyway until the next chapter of Frozen Steps.