RWBY: Coven Prologue
Author's note: hey so I'm updating a bunch of my fanfics and decided to write a new RWBY one. THIS DOES NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH AHS' COVEN. IT'S WAY DIFFERENT. JS. Enjoy (*disclaimer*)
Prologue
Yang
When the first shots were fired, a cold feeling of dread fell over the classroom. The other students gasped and began panicking, Yang stayed calm. The professor went rigid, racing over to the door as quickly as his legs would let him, Yang couldn't panic. She felt that cold dread seep into the pores of her skin, that inward shiver. She couldn't panic though.
Her best friends, Weiss and Blake (who everyone knew were totally dating but they still hid it for no good reason) held onto each other in a last embrace, desperate to communicate everything they had yet to communicate. Blake shook and Weiss cried and Yang sat there, eyes scanning the room hoping that what was happening wasn't happening.
Professor Port had turned off the lights and called 911, tapping his foot rapidly. Nobody had picked up.
Ren and Nora were snuggled next to each other under a desk. Jaune and Pyrrha were rushing other students into a closet.
Bullies Cardin and Russell seemed the least composed of everyone. Good riddance.
But as Yang absorbed the scene, she realized that the only person she had yet to see panicking was the most important.
Ruby.
Lilac eyes widened and fists clenched. No way in hell was this happening. This was a nightmare, projecting her fear of abandonment in the form of a missing little sister during a time of crisis. Right? Right.
The next few actions she took were taken in the assumption that this was just a big joke.
Get up. Ignore the fear in the room.
"Yang what the hell are you doing?"
Ignore them. Forget them. Ruby.
She had gone to the bathroom. Raised her hand and everything. She hadn't gone during lunch because she had promised to help Jaune with his homework, Pyrrha had to do something. It wasn't her fault. She'd feel better if there was someone to blame.
Yang could only imagine the fear running through her sister at the moment. She didn't want to see it, her sister silently crying in a bathroom stall, knees brought up close to her face, feet struggling not to fall under the stall door.
Open the door, who cares if it's locked anyways? Guns can get through glass and wood.
Two lefts and a right. She knew this route, the skip-class-via-bathroom route. Light steps. They can't catch you if they don't know where you are.
She slinks comically against the walls of lockers. Ruby loved spy movies, they suck cookies all the time when they were little just like this. Back against wall, quiet and in full control. The only consequence then was being caught and sent to bed though, not a bullet in your skull. She tried not to remember that.
Just a dream. Find Ruby.
She had to get to the bathroom. That was ingrained further into her mind as a second batch of bullets ripped through the air somewhere else in the school. They were louder this time. But dreams do that. They don't make sense. The shooter could be a mile away, and the sounds would still reach her ears.
You could continue lying to yourself, or find Ruby.
She accepted at this point that this was probably not a dream, but any fear for her life was subsided by adrenaline and the need to get to the bathroom and back to the classroom, sister in tow. There were no second thoughts.
What if she's already dead?
She couldn't be dead. Yang would know if her little sister was dead. That's something you feel, spiritually, right? Like how Ruby knew about Summer before we did. Right.
Then again, Ruby had always known things like that. She was special.
She is also going to die if you don't stop worrying.
She turned the final corner, looking both ways at least 30 times. It was right there, the bathrooms. Just another 20 or so feet.
Crouching, she kept her hand just barely grazing the wall in front of her. Kept the wall to her back. She was of average height and made of muscle, but she now slunk into herself like a cat. She remembered how Blake would practice gymnastics. Light on her feet and like water.
Almost there. Only a few feet. There.
She slipped in through the door and walked into the bathroom.
She was met by an onslaught of hot bathroom air. The public school didn't have enough budget to air condition the gym or bathrooms apparently.
"Ruby?" she whisper-shouted, and in return got a shaky whimper from behind the handicap stall. It was always like her sister to want the biggest stall "with the sink and everything". In this case, it was better for her, since it was harder to tell she was there, since another stall shrouded half of it.
Yang crawled underneath the stall door immediately, as fast as she possibly could. She met her sister's eyes, puffy and full of tears.
Oh thank god.
"Ruby!" Yang runs to the silver eyed girl currently crying on the toilet seat and embraces her strongly, in return, Ruby grips the back of Yang's shirt weakly. She was so scared. It was only then that Yang understood that this was actually happening.
Okay. I have to get her out.
Yang then separated from her sister, who's hands were almost white, that's how hard they were gripping the shirt. "Ruby let's get out of here, back to the classroom, it's farther away from whoever's shooting."
Ruby's eyes immediately fill with panic, as if to say that is the worst idea I have ever heard. She still nods her head slowly, pale face blotchy with red spots from her crying and panicking.
"Don't worry, I've got you."
Yang stands up, extending her hand to Ruby, helping her regain balance before unlocking the stall door and running, their hands clasped together.
Run. Run. Run.
One right, two lefts. Two lefts. One left.
They had managed to get to the locker filled hallway. Backs no longer to the wall, running as fast as possible. But there he was, facing them, gun pointed straight at them.
She expected the shooter to be some emo or nerdy kid who had had enough of the shit in his life. Someone bullied. Someone who had a reason.
The man here had no reason. He wore a mask, but Yang could make out two glowing red eyes behind it. He was glowing himself. Buzzing with sadistic evil. Brown and red spiky hair complimenting two bull horns on his head. He was not human. Or she was in hell already.
The first shot went through her arm. Blood immediately began exploding from the wound. It hurt. It burned. The pain was mind numbing, white hot, worse than anything she had previously experienced.
What she was about to experience, on the other hand* was much worse.
The second bullet swam through the air in what seemed like slow motion, pointed tip penetrating Ruby's skull directly between the eyes. Those silver eyes, so full of fear.
When she finally hit the floor, blood pooling from her head. It matched her hoodie. So much red.
Yang saw red.
*puns lol
Neo
She practically skipped through the dimly lit halls, strawberry and chocolate hair trailing behind her, twirling into one big cowlick. She looked at the candles lighting the violet hallway. If it was up to her, she would've installed some nice electric lighting- maybe disco lights. Disco lights were a stretch but Roman always told her to think big.
She looked down at the letter in her hands. Black paper, red text. Universal colors of "bad fucking news". She had been in an ice cream shop, happily perusing her choices (even though she had already chosen. She never needed to choose, since she knew that she was going to get neopolitan no matter what, she just liked making her ice cream trips a big deal), when the black envelope magically appeared in her wallet. It only read: top priority.
Well woop-dee-fucking-doo, a vauge interruption of her most precious moment of the week. She'd take it out on Emerald later anyways, but she still desired an explanation other than "Top Priority"
She was a witch, not James Bond... Though now that she thought about it, Mercury could pull that off. But she wasn't Mercury, and she wasn't okay with being summoned to a top priority event when she already had a top priority. Ice cream. Ice cream was her top priority.
She reached the end of the hall, looking up at the big wooden door. She had to stifle her laugh every time, with how cliche it was. Composing her anger and laughter, she lightly pushes the door open.
Candles light the meeting room, open seats line the table, but because rules and shit, Neo herself had to line up behind Cinder, a cool headed pyrokinetic bitch. Neo appreciated the irony. She waved to Emerald and Mercury, also stuck in the roles of "Evil Henchmen A and B"
Emerald Sustrai could be described as a snake. Sneaky, sassy and steal-y. Mercury Black, her partner and boyfriend, was more of a fox. Sneaky, sassy, and assy. Neo herself liked to say she was like ice cream. Because she loved ice cream, and she loved herself.
Basically anyone under Cinder was an ass.
At the head of the table sat their almighty leader, the supreme witch Salem. Unlike the other witches in the room, Salem held every power, and every reason to kill someone who bothers her. When she spoke, her demonic eyes glowed with ferocity.
"I believe you're wondering why I called you all here today." she began. It was indeed puzzling, since usually Coven affairs were dealt with solely through the council. Protege Cinder, Golem Tyrian*, witch doctor Watts (nobody really liked Watts. Voodoo users weren't usually welcome in Salem-witch affairs, but Salem liked him, and that's all that mattered), and Warlock Hazel. Cinder's crew (or "posse" as Watts liked to call them) normally got information second hand.
"Our coven will now be on high alert. Adam Taurus has escaped his prison."
The room went silent (not that it wasn't silent before, since nobody ever spoke when Salem spoke. This just seemed more dramatic.) The room had every right to go silent. Neo corrected her earlier internal sarcasm, Adam Taurus was top priority.
"He has been killing potential Salem witches," she continued, true emotion beginning to show in her voice. Though coldhearted and demonic, Salem witches were children of her magic. Her coven was still her coven. "Cinder," the aforementioned perked up "find any survivors of his first massacre. Find any potential Salem witches and awaken them. Tyrian, Watts, and Hazel- find and imprison Adam Taurus. And make sure he stays imprisoned. Meeting adjourned."
*Golems- incredibly strong spirits used as guardians or warriors for powerful witches.
Yang
So much red, it hurt. Red was fire- her arm burned. Red was blood- spreading out beneath a small frame. Red was anger.
She woke up to white. White walls, white pillows, white hospital gown. Her mind still pounded with red, causing her mind to go dizzy with a pink swill of haze.
"Yang?" that was her name, familiar. But the voice was foreign. Her vision cleared and saw that the person who owned the voice was also unrecognizable. "I'll go get your father." she squeaked, shuffling out of the room.
Her dad. She almost forgot about him. She didn't want to see him. Her dad was Ruby's dad.
He came in anyways, blue eyes dead but relieved. They were dead. Just like her.
"Dad..." her voice cracked as he embraced her.
"Yang... My little light dragon... It will be okay..." he consoled into her ear, stroking her hair lovingly.
"But it's not!" She didn't have to look to see that her right arm was gone. She didn't have to remember her sister dying to know that she was dead. This was normal and this was not okay.
"Ruby is dead, dad! I can't..." she broke down, remaining arm rubbing the tears in her eyes.
Instead of arguing or trying to be optimistic, her dad sighed and joined her in sobbing.
"None of us can, Yang."
Author's Note
I hope you enjoyed that first look into this fan fic! Please review. Reviews are what tell me to continue! Anyhow, any questions you have will be answered but this is a prologue and it's supposed to be vague. I'm trying to make longer chapters but I'm bad at that so bear with infrequent chapter lengths. Was this long enough? Anyways, I know I said this is nothing like American Horror Story: Coven, but I am taking some inspiration from it. If you've seen it then you can find where I borrowed some stuff, but if you haven't then it won't change anything. But yeah most of the supernatural "lore" in this story will be my own. So there won't be much to guess. I hope you all enjoy.
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