The White Healer Ch. 1
This'll be a sequel to my wildly successful {I'm being sarcastic} Masked Killer story. I'm cold, but I'm not that cold. I suggest, if you're not familiar with it, to go read it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own RWBY.
Yang was standing there, looking puzzled at what this man had just told her. He was waiting patiently for her response. Yang felt her emotions rising to the surface.
"You what?" She asked.
"I said," the man in the white robe said. "How far would you be willing to go to bring them back?" Yang found herself focusing on the side of face that wasn't concealed by a mask. He was being completely serious with her.
"I'd be willing to go far. But what do you mean? How can you bring them back? I saw all of their bodies! They all died and I-," Yang got chocked up on her own words.
"I know. My brother was a horrible person. I can't make too many promises, but I can say that I might be able to bring them back."
"How?"
"My brother received a semblance that was perfect for killing, mine was a sure match for healing. We discovered early on that I could reverse what he had done, and this didn't appeal to him. He went on his rampage that stared well before Beacon. I tried to undo what he had done, but that didn't have positive results. Touching a single dust crystal, which is something I needed, forced me to wear this mask. I learned that I couldn't undo what he had done until he was gone. I had to rely on you four to kill him."
"Why didn't you interfere?"
"Because I'm not a fighter. My brother and I couldn't kill each other, and nor would it matter because he trained to be the best fighter. He made one mistake, and that was leaving you for last. Your rage is the only thing that was able to kill him. Now answer my question, will you agree to do it?"
"I will. But you have to answer me this, who are you?"
"I don't remember my name." His hand subconsciously reached up to his mask. "Some chose to call me the White Saint, others the White Healer, some just refer to me as a Grimm spawn. I like the White Healer the best. Listen Yang, I can't promise that I'll be able to bring all of them back and for most of them, I'm not quite sure how it'll work."
"How will they come back?"
"I can promise that physically, they'll be fine. Mentally, they'll carry the memories. However they would deal with their memories, will be how they come back."
"Then let's get going." Yang stood up and got ready to get going.
"I don't want to raise your hopes too high, but I'm going to need you to bring me some things."
"Anything."
"Get me one personal item of theirs, and their weapons. It'll help narrow it down. We'll start there, but I'm going to need more things." Yang nodded and ran off. The White Healer knelt beside one of the graves. He looked at it with his working eye and sighed.
"I'm gonna bring you back," he whispered. "I'll undo what my brother did, and this time it'll work."
A while later
Yang returned with a cloak holding a bundle of items. She set down the items and went to work arranging them around to their appropriate owners. She placed Ruby's cloak and her scythe on her grave, and then she set Blake's bow and he sword on her grave, and Weiss' hair tie and sword on her grave. She moved a little further down and placed a hair tie and the pistols on Ren's grave, she placed a teddy bear and Nora's hammer on her grave, she placed a sword and shield and some partial armor on Jaune's grave, and she placed a spear and shield along with some grieves on Pyrrha's grave. She stood up and turned to face the White Healer.
"What now?" She asked. Her eyes showed that she sought nothing but a chance to get her friends back.
"Now things become a little more tricky."
A nearby dust shop: Night
The shopkeeper was getting ready to close up, when he saw someone enter the store. The person was dressed in a coat, and they wore long jeans. A scarf was covering half of their face, and a beanie was covering up their head. The shopkeeper quickly scanned them, and it appeared that they had their hands out of their jacket.
"How can I help you?" He asked. The person quickly opened up their jacket and pulled out a shotgun. They raised it up to the persons head and started to talk in a gruff voice.
"Fill up a crate with white dust crystals that have healing properties," they said. "As many as you have. And fill up a container with dust with healing properties. NOW!" The man quickly went to work and he picked up a container and went over to fill up the container. He returned and handed it over to the person robbing him. He reached down and pulled out five dust crystals that matched the properties that the person described to him. He handed over the container and looked up at the person.
"Only five?" Asked the person.
"That's all I have," he replied nervously. "Please don't kill me!" The person looked at him for a long time.
"If you're smart, then this never happened."
"I swear no one will hear of this."
"Good." The person backed up slowly and left the shop. The shopkeeper heard the sound of a motorcycle revving up and driving away. The shopkeeper looked down at his phone, but he decided against it. Whoever that was, they looked serious.
The Masked Killer Memorial
Yang came running up to where the White Healer was. She had thrown off the clothes that she used to conceal who she was, and she had hidden the shotgun that she had used as well. The White Healer looked up at the sound of her approaching, and he smiled.
"Glad you got here," he said. "I was beginning to worry."
"I got the dust," Yang said. She just wanted this too work. He nodded and grabbed the container of dust and the crate of crystals. He looked at the container and smiled.
"A full container. That should take me through seven of them." He opened up the crate and frowned. "Only five?"
"That was all he had. Will that be enough?"
"For one. It should be enough, going off of the ratios that I used. I'm going to warn you, I don't know who'll come back. I can try and pick someone, but I still won't know." Yang just nodded frantically.
"Just do it!" She was almost begging now. He nodded and went to work. He opened up the top of the dust container, and formed a small circle. He placed one crystal right in the center, and placed the other four around it, forming a box. He closed his eyes and started to concentrate. A white glow surrounded his body as the energy from the crystals started to meld with his aura. The white glow started to grow larger, and soon the glow consumed the seven graves. Yang watched in awe as the energy started to become more powerful. The glow faded and the White Healer collapsed to the ground. Yang payed no mind to him, but instead she looked over to where Lie Ren was standing.
End: This is a little longer then future chapters will be. Questions, comments, and feedback is appreciated.