I don't own RWBY, but GODDESS, Monty Oum's a freaking genius!
I'm fairly certain I got the idea from liidg's Captured Hearts. However, I'm going about it in a different way because I would rather die than tarnish the name of such a masterpiece. That being said, I hope you guys enjoy this!
Blake's ears twitched as she awoke, groaning softly and reaching up a hand to rub her head. She was lying on a hardwood floor. One quick check told her that Gambol Shroud was still on her back, which was a small comfort, at least. She couldn't hear any familiar sounds around her and what she did hear was muffled by the bow still wrapped around her ears.
"Ah, the beast awakens, I see." Violet ears beneath a black bow twitched once more and Blake turned to see three men standing before her. "Who are you?" she snarled, mind still a little foggy from just waking up.
"You mean you don't remember?" the red-haired man snickered, slowly walking forward. The two men on either side of him each took one of Blake's arms in their hands and hoisted her to her feet, making her relatively eye level with the man coming forward. "Let me give you a hint." he sneered. "You and those other animals tried to kill me."
Blake's eyes widened as the memory flashed before her eyes.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, an easy operation. They were supposed to get in, kidnap the head of the Schnee Dust Company and get out. Blake's ears twitched in anticipation, hoping there wouldn't have to be too much killing going on around her. It was her job to snatch Rot Schnee from the room while the other White Fang members took care of the bystanders in the room.
Adam turned to the squad he was leading and counted down with his fingers. When he reached zero, a mole-Faunus dug through the brick in the side of the room and gave them way of entry. Adam and Blake led the way inside with the rest of the group on their heels, fanning out as soon as they entered the room.
No one had noticed their entrance due to a table being right over the hole the mole-Faunus had created, but people definitely noticed when several bull-Faunus like Adam began shooting in every direction to cause havoc and confusion. Blake swung to an overhang above, looking for the shock of red hair and starch white suit that would tell her where her target was.
As she crouched above, guards burst through the doors below, beginning to herd the people in attendance out the door while attempting to get a shot in at the White Fang members. "Go on the offensive!" Blake heard Adam shout to his group, the telltale ringing of direct shots against armor sounding through the air seconds later.
Just as she was beginning to fear that she'd lost him and the operation was ruined, Blake spotted a flash of red hair moving through the crowd toward the doors. Leaping from her perch on the overhang, the brunette soared through the air, angling her body carefully so that she landed near her target rather than on top of him. Rot jerked back in surprise as she landed smoothly in front of him, but sneered at her when he noticed that she was wearing a small White Fang sash.
"Of course, another animal." he scoffed.
Blake opted not to speak, but instead took him by the wrist and hoisted him over her shoulder. Motioning to Adam, she waited for his nod before heading for the hole they'd made in the wall. Since she was near the doorway, Blake was the farthest from the escape route, but she knew other Faunus would be waiting to help her get the Schnee patriarch out of the building.
She was halfway across the room when they blindsided her.
At least eighteen guards surrounded Blake and Rot, weapons aimed for her chest as they all closed in. "Drop him!" One man shouted, gun aimed for her forehead. "Drop him or we shoot!"
"You'll shoot even if I do drop him." Blake responded evenly, voice emotionless though she hoped help was on the way.
"We give you our word we won't shoot if you release Mr. Schnee." Another man called.
"What good is the word of a human to a Faunus?" Blake inquired, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "You would just as soon kill me as take me prisoner."
"Then you have my word." the man atop her shoulders told her calmly, not the least bit fazed by the events happening.
"Your word is even less trustworthy than theirs." Blake told him, turning her head just slightly. That was all the guard on her blind side needed to rush forward and knock a blow to her head. Blake stumbled, nearly dropping her precious cargo in the process of regaining her balance. Before she could, one guard grabbed Rot from her shoulders while another slammed the butt of his gun against her temple, rendering her unconscious and completely at the mercy of the Schnee Dust Company.
"What do you want from me?" Blake hissed, eyes narrowed on the man above her.
"I want nothing from an animal such as yourself." Rot stated calmly, turning away with his hands behind his back, not expecting her to be a threat of any kind. "However, my daughter has been clamoring for a pet for quite some time. She's quite partial to cats."
"I'm not going to be a pet for some Faunus-hating brat." the brunette spat, glaring at the man as she struggled against his guards.
"No, you're not." Rot agreed. "You're going to be her protector."
"What?" Blake stopped, surprise evident in her voice if not on her face.
"My daughter wishes to attend Beacon Academy for Hunters and Huntresses when she finishes her combat schooling in two years. I want you to accompany her in order to make certain she stays out of harm's way."
"Why would I do that?" the Faunus demanded disbelievingly.
"Because you'll have no choice." One of the guards tore off her White Fang sash as the other clapped some cuffs around each of her wrists. The cuffs weren't connected by anything, but they did have a strange darkness around them, causing them to glow black.
"What are these?" she wondered aloud, touching them experimentally. The material was strange, cold but not unpleasant and hard as rock without chaffing her wrists.
"You'll see in a moment." Rot snickered, motioning to the guard that still held her White Fang sash. As his partner took Gambol Shroud from her backpack, he pulled a pure white collar from his belt and slowly clasped it around her neck, both he and his partner stepping back considerably and giving her space.
Blake looked around at them in confusion, wondering what they were so afraid of. Just as she was about to ask what was going on, a voice in the doorway rang throughout the room. "You requested to see me, Father?"
Who do you guys think that could be? No seriously, we all know who it is. I'll get the next chapter up asap, just for y'all, okay? Killer. Also, just wanted to let you guys know I'm now on Tumblr (gothalbinoangel-fiction), Twitter ((a)gothalbinoangel), a Facebook (Goth Albino Angel) and an Archive of Our Own account (GothAlbinoAngel). There are more details on my profile so go there.