Just wrote this as a short one-shot, but got some more ideas with it. Gonna see how this goes. NO shippings, just some self-indulgent dark trash. I suck at grammar.
OOC Ruby, I'm not very familiar with RWBY, just watched the first three seasons last week, so the characters are gonna be a bit… off. I realized after reading the finished piece that I made Ruby extremely ooc, apologies for that.
They had lost. She had lost. She jumped onto the airship in hopes of taking down whoever had taken control over it. She thought she could win. She had been an idiot. When Ruby opened the strange girls umbrella, she felt invincible. It was such a tiny, unimportant victory- she shouldn't have allowed herself to feel proud for tricking her. But she did, and it made her reckless. Really, she stood no chance from the beginning on. Roman Torchwick took her down in a stride, Grimm flying past them left and right, every once in a while trying to get a piece of the fighting humans. If her pathetic counterattacks to his merciless onslaught could even be called fighting. Before she knew it, she was writhing on the ground, the ginger raining down punches at her defenseless body. She hazily recalled him hauling her up, dragging her limp body into the airship. Some part of her that she refused to acknowledge felt relieve at this. At least she wouldn't die. But she really should have.
Ruby woke to the sound of the Grimm's screeches in the distance, awful cries of suffering and madness, intermingled with the faint sound of human screams. She longed for her Scythe, instincts screaming at her to do something, anything. To Fight. But Crescent Rose lay in the hands of the enemy, and so did she. Captured because she wasn't strong enough. Not good enough. Ruby should have never gone alone and now she paid the price for her overconfidence. She didn't even want to think about what might have happened to her friends in the meantime. The friends she left behind, because she thought she could do this. And she failed them. She wished she could cover her ears, if only to stop the terrible noise from driving her insane.
Her wrists hurt, thin rope digging deeper into pale flesh, leaving faint bruises behind. Nonetheless, she never stopped turning and twisting her hands, pain blooming as the rope burnt her skin. She needed to stop, but she couldn't. Not if she had just the tiniest fraction of a chance to break free from her bonds and escape. At one point she was so close to simply sprinting out of the airship and taking her chances with the Grimm. Bound and helpless it would take them no time to devour her. But perhaps this was a better fate than what awaited her as a captive.
She froze as a heavy hand clasped around her shoulder. She hadn't noticed the footsteps. "Enjoying the spectacle, Red?" Malice bled through his words and Ruby was sure that he was grinning, even without sparing a look at her captor. She wondered if he felt anger at the loss of his partner. Or whoever that girl had been.
Ruby tried ignoring him but she couldn't stop the faint shiver that ran through her body, as the hand grasped tighter around her shoulder. She felt repulsion at his touch. "Cat got your tongue?" There it was again. That smug, self-assured tone. Just leave me alone. "You know, I don't have to keep you. If you are of no use to me, I can make sure to kick you off this airship. While we are still in the air. I'm sure Neo would appreciate some ironic vengeance."
Please do. She thought bitterly. I would rather die a warrior than become your plaything or trophy.
This wasn't how the stories ended. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This was no heroes death. There was nothing honorable or brave about her situation. Just a little girl that had gotten in over her head and had found herself captured in the process. But she couldn't just die. Not if her friends were still out there. Not with Yang waiting for her. She couldn't do this to them. So she answered.
"If you kill me now, it would make all the trouble you went through to get me worthless. And that would be no fun, right?" Roman laughed, a loud unpleasant sound. It made her ears ring. And his arm still wouldn't budge. "Killing you does have a certain appeal though. After all the times you foiled my plans along with your annoying friends, I think I am entitled to some revenge. But you know, having you here as my prisoner is pretty damn rewarding too. So maybe you are right. Just don't get cocky over it."
"What do you want from me? Just keeping me here until you get bored of this and then kill me?"
She didn't mean to sound so vulnerable. Her hands balled to fists, putting more strain onto her wrists. Somehow the pain calmed her. "Well, there are a few things I can think of. I could make you into my little plaything, get some obedience into that rebellious brain of yours. Or turn you into a drooling, incomprehensible mess for my entertainment. Then again, it would also be rather amusing to pit you against your old friends, once I have you properly broken. Who knows, maybe you will even get a kill, in case they refuse to fight back! As you can see, I have a lot of ideas lined up in there and all of them sound simply marvelous."
She trembled, stepping hastily away from the man. His touch felt like burning iron, even after his hand fell off her shoulder. "You are a monster" she whispered.
"I'm going to let this one slide because we haven't started yet, but the next time you try and insult me, I will make you regret it. Capiche?" She refused to answer once again, pointedly staring at the gray tiles of the airship. He roughly gripped her arm, whirling her around. One hand grasped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. A smile adorned his face. Oh, how she longed to punch this face until he could no longer smile. "Do you understand?" She nodded, if only to get him to leave her in peace. "Fantastic. My little red riding hood." "I'm not yours" she retorted angrily, eyes blazing. He chuckled. "Not yet. Give it some time." And with that he left.
The girl turned back to the window, detached eyes gazing over the carnage beneath her. Fog clouded her vision, but every once in a while she got a clear view over the city. Some distant part of her screamed in silence as she noticed that the upper part of Beacon Tower had been torn off, a huge Wyvern circling around the broken building. Just when had things turned out this way? And when did she realize that not all Fairy Tales have a happy ending? She let her head fall onto the window, forehead resting on the cool glass. Please be safe everyone. I'm sorry. A lone tear escaped from silvery eyes. There was no more Beacon Academy. No more Team RWBY. No more anything. She would never get the chance to become a huntress now. Even if she refused to break under Roman, he would just get rid of her once she bored him. Her eyes fell back onto the exit, before returning to the window, longingly staring at the night sky outside.
Go ahead and run. The small voice in the back of her head teased. See how you survive that fall. Maybe you will only break your legs, but I think the chances are against you. Who knows, perhaps you will be crippled for the rest of your life. Then you can say goodbye to being a huntress forever. Though the Grimm will probably tear you to pieces before your body even touches the ground. Or would you rather take on the crime-boss who plans to warp everything you are and have been into a caricature of yourself?
She slid down the wall, tears escaping her eyes as she began to sob. Her head rested on her knees, legs drawn in as close to her body as she could manage. If her hands weren't bound behind her back, she would be hugging herself for comfort.
She was all alone and no one would come to her rescue. She was all alone and there was nothing she could do. She was all alone and soon she would become Roman's newest pet-project. She was all alone and she missed her friends. Her sister. Her dog. She even missed her teachers.
She was all alone and she was just a little girl in a war zone, fighting a battle she couldn't possibly win.
She was all alone and she didn't want to die.
She was all alone.