Chapter 1: Player's Prologue

(?'s POV)

"Ugh, this is soooo boring," I complain. "Why are we doing nothing?"

"We get it, you're bored," the man standing next to me says. "If I had known you'd be this bad, I'd have had you stay home."

"Why use 'we?' We're the only ones here. Admit it, Rome, you're as bored as I am. I'm just lightening the mood."

"And you call complaining like a five-year-old 'lightening the mood?' I'd hate to see your idea of doom-and-gloom."

"Whatever. Want to play a game?"

"You really like those cards, don't you?"

"Of course. For months, you've been after my head, then I receive some strange gift in the mail. I nearly tossed it when I saw you had sent it."

"Ouch! A little harsh, don't you think?" he asked, wearing a wounded look.

"I said 'nearly,' drama queen. And that was only because my friends were there."

"And what about when they weren't, dare I ask?"

"Well, all I'd ever as a gift was a letter from Signal, and even that was rare. So I thought it was nice to get something, even something from you."

"Well, since you think of it so highly, I'll gladly join you."

So he sat down across from me. Knowing that he preferred to play Poker, I shuffled and dealt. Of course, the only reason he liked Poker was because it was the one game I couldn't beat him. And he knew this. But I've played enough games with him to know his moves.

"I'll take two," he says, putting two cards down.

"I need three," I say as I dealt him two new cards, and then three to myself.

"FULL HOUSE!" Roman yells triumphantly, showing his new hand.

"Hm. Not bad. But not great. Straight flush," I answer, revealing my hand.

"Oh, come on! Beaten by a kid!" he cries in mock despair. "Not my game. It time?"

"Yep! Almost. Guess I'll see you later."

"So," Roman asks me before I left, "do you think they nipped the rose in the bud?"

"Nah. They can't remove a problem that easily. And it's weird when you call me by my name. After all we've been through, I thought we more friendly than that."

"Whatever. Bust me out next week, Red."

Red. When I had first met Roman Torchwick robbing a Dust shop a few months ago, I never would have thought his little pet name would stick. Then, when I got curious one night, I tailed him, and that was when I met Cinder Fall. When she caught me trying to sneak away, I thought I was finished. But I actually got a warm reception, literally. I almost suffered burns from Cinder's Semblance. But then, somehow, someway, I became a friend to these criminals. But that's in the past. Either way, I'm new and improved. Wait. Why did I say that? I'm not a machine. Whatever. Ruby Rose, signing off. Wait. Who am I talking to?

End of Chapter 1

I apologize if this effort is terrible. And if anything weird happens to future chapters, like if they repeat, I'm new to this and haven't published more than an awful one-shot about a character I made. This is my first work work that has more than one chapter to it, so, please bear through my awful document-editing skills. R&R please! - dawicf