Chapter 1_ Break Out
Torchwick glared at the bars of the cell. Reflecting on the events of the past few months. It was Cinder's fault he was incarcerated. He never should have accepted the job from her. Maybe if she had told him the details of her plan, maybe then he wouldn't be rotting in this prison cell with such an irritatingly lumpy pallet. He'd slept on worse but it still hurt his pride. Torchwick was blaming Cinder for this mess and he knew she didn't care enough about him to break him out, after all, to her he was just a stupid lackey. A pawn to be controlled and not listened to. There was a possibility Neo might come to break him out. That was just an assumption though, Neo lived by the principle that most thieves stand by, 'If you get yourself caught, liberate yourself.' He sighed and looked down, out of the corner of his eye he witnessed a stroke of red. Stepping forward he reached down and was surprised to find a single rose petal. As he was straightening he heard the soft tap of the guard's shoes followed by the clunk of someone else's. "You have a visitor Torchwick, play nice."
The guard narrowed her eyes and unlocked the cell. Torchwick grinned and winked at the woman but she just moved out of the way to reveal his 'visitor'. "Roman Torchwick," the man in front of him growled.
"Oh good you know my name," Torchwick stated, "Let me see if I know yours. You must be General Ironwood, the leader of this fine establishment."
He gestured to the filthy concave and the general's eyes didn't even glance to the peeling walls, the dried vomit on the floor or the flea infested mattress. "What were you doing with all that dust?" the general implored, flinching as Torchwick stepped closer.
"I wouldn't know," he grinned again, "after all I'm just the lackey."
Ironwood turned around and stepped out of the cell gesturing to the guard to close the door, "Well," he paused, "if that's the case, any last requests... oh wait, you're Roman Torchwick, you don't get last requests."
The general strode toward the stairs, the guard following closely after. Ironwood's voice rang out in Torchwick's ears, "See ya tomorrow Roman. In front of the firing squad."
Torchwick collapsed on the grimy floor, what was he going to do? He had always found his way out of situations like this, but this time, he thought he might not be so lucky. He sighed for the second time, what if this really was the end for him? Was everything he'd done up to this point... pointless?
Above him he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up, amazed he hadn't heard her footsteps. "Red?" he exclaimed when he saw her face, "how kind of you to visit a man destined for the firing squad, or did you come just to taunt me, I wouldn't blame you, after all it seems a lot of people want me dead these days."
Ruby's expression didn't change as she took out Crescent Rose and raised it above her head. "Oh, so you are going to kill me, never thought you'd have the nerve," Torchwick sighed once more as he resigned himself to death.
Ruby's scythe slammed down into the lock of the cell and it broke off. "Not saying you don't deserve to rot here like all criminals do but if you don't want to stay we better get going," Ruby turned to Torchwick and her weapon changed shape as she pressed the sniper rifle against his back.
"Soooo, you're helping me escape. Why?"
Ruby didn't answer just grabbed his now filthy white coat and used her semblance. It was the fastest Torchwick had ever gone in his life and before he knew it they had cleared the prison and stood in downtown Vale. "Look, I can't use my semblance anymore while carrying you se we'll just have to walk back. Try anything funny and I won't hesitate to return you to Ironwood myself, "Ruby glared at the man standing in front of her.
"Oh, so you would sentence me to death just like him, Red?"
Ruby gasped and stepped back, letting her tough façade fall for a few seconds. "No! I would never sentence anyone to die!"
She looked a little hurt that he would in fact say such a thing. "Never mind" Torchwick mumbled, he actually felt bad about hurting her feelings, a rare occurrence for the king of thieves.
-Time skip-
Ruby shoved Torchwick into Headmaster Ozpin's office and followed after him, the operation end of her gun pressed against his lower back. "Ruby," Ozpin started, "you can put that away, Glynda can impede him easily."
Glynda Goodwhich stepped out of the shadows and Ruby swung her weapon back into place. "How did the break out go?" Ozpin inquired of Ruby, still ignoring Torchwick, who had gone into stunned silence as soon he figured out Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy, had orchestrated this illegal activity.
"Without a hitch," Ruby replied, "what are you going to do with him?" she shuffled from foot to foot.
"That is for me to know today and you to know later. Go to bed Ruby. You have classes tomorrow and your team is probably wondering where you are."
He pointed to the door, Ruby turned then stopped, "but Professor Ozpin..." she started but the headmaster interrupted her, "Ruby, go to bed, I am the headmaster I will deal with this."
"Yes Sir," she turned and left the room, returning to her team.
