Another one. Forgot to mention something in the last chapter, I do not own RWBY, its characters, or storyline. I'm am merely creating a 'parody' of sorts with some characters of my own design. Besides that, here you go. Another one.
For the rest of the evening I sat atop multiple buildings, watching the group. I'm certain they saw me watching more times than not. Even now, as the moon rises in the night sky, I could tell they knew I was near, though no direct eye contact had been made. I don't know why I couldn't get closer, or why Nevermore, as I've grown accustomed to naming her in the hours in the hours I've known her, really didn't want me anywhere near them. Perhaps they were more dangerous than they seemed? I mean, I did see them fight off packs of Beowulf's with ease but I think together we would be pretty powerful. Certainly much stronger than a simple overgrown dog.
Also, lets back up a bit shall we? All the way back to the 'moving against my own accord' thing. So apparently, Nevermore could just up and decide that I wasn't doing a good enough job and take control of my body. I've been thinking about that for a while now. Could I do the same to her when she was in control? I mean, before she was a titanic beast, capable of taking down a plane, but now she was just a conscious. Did me... absorbing her transfer all of her body into her will over me, or was it just a fluke? I've been keeping my distance since then, this new eye sight I have did wonder for that since I could see anything clear as day (even stuff miles away), but I wonder if its worth it to test her. She obviously wouldn't like it, but this was MY body, and no matter how sweet she was, there was no way I'd let her keep it. I gave a sigh as I laid down, the stress of today getting to me.
'Man, why couldn't today be easy? First I wake up in a forest, or at least near one, then I get picked up by a giant bird, and now I can't keep control over a body we now share, somehow. To make matters WORSE, I can't recall a dam thing since this morning! What the hell is going ON?!'
~Whistle~
Immediately I take a look at my surroundings, listening for even the faintest sound as I wonder just what the hell made that sound. The sounds it made were like a melody to my ears, and had I not been alerted by the sound, I would have gladly listened to it for hours on end. The weird thing about it though, was that I could have sworn I heard some words as well, muffled as they may have been.
~Whistle~
There it is again! Though more words this time, I cant make sense of it.
'Who the hell is that?'
~WHISTLE~
Woah!
'Okay whoever you are, I don't know how you can talk to me telepathically but I'm warning ya, this aint the safest place up here!
~Whistle~
'Wait... is that you Nevermore?'
~Whistle~
'Wa- but how?! I mean, I know we have a combined body now, but I didn't think you understood me! This is nuts! Crazy even!'
~Whistle~
'Wh-... well, I mean I guess that makes sense. I mean, I don't how old you really are. No offense.'
~Whistle~
'Okay, so since you can talk now, I'd like to bring a few things up.'
~...~
'Hello?... Nevermore? You there?'
~...~
Well that's great. I'm stuck wandering around this place for who knows how long, and my sole companion leaves me. Nice. Well, I'd say this day couldn't get any better, but knowing my luck I'd probably die or something, so I'm gonna stick to being silent. Now all that's left is to listen in I suppose. It's the only thing I can do without getting their attention, or Nevermores.
"... so many years of hate?" A voice, strained by the sound of it.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Your not one to back down from a challenge Blake." Another voice, this one lighter, comforting.
"But I am! I do it all the time! When you learned I was a Faunus, I didn't know what to do so I ran! When I realized my oldest partner had become a monster, I ran! Even my semblance!... I was born with the ability to leave behind a shadow of myself. An empty copy that takes the hit while I run away."
Well fucking Christ, man. I just found a whole LOAD of emotional baggage didn't I? It brings up some new, and yet again familiar, points though. Like this 'semblance' thing. What is that? Like an ability, or a picture or something? Also, the hells a Faunus? Sounds like fauna, so I'm guessing plants, but I'm probably totally wrong there.
"... at least you two have something driving you."
Oh golly, here we go again.
"I've just kind of always, go with the flow ya know?" Indeed I do. If only you knew.
"And that's fine, I-I mean that's who I am, but how long can I really do that for?" She bring a valid point.
"I want to be a Huntress... not really because I want to be a hero though, but because I want the adventure."
"I want a life where I don't know what tomorrow will bring, and that'll be a good thing. Being a Huntress just happens to line up with that." Hmm.
"I'm not like Ruby." Wait, who?
"She's always wanted to be a Huntress. It's like she said; Ever since she was a kid she dreamt about being the hero's in the books. Helping people and saving the day, and never asking for anything in return. Even when she couldn't fight, she knew that's what she wanted to do. That's why she trained so hard to get where she is today." That got me thinking.
Do I know what I want to be doing? Even in this brand new fantastical place, where there's monsters and teenage girls with obscenely powerful weapons, is there somewhere for me? Can I fit into an already seemingly solid mold? And if not, what will I do then? Give up, or break open the mold for my own desires? What am I to do if I can't even approach four young girls and an old man and tell them I've absorbed a giant demon bird? I scoffed at that last one. Yeah, make them think your crazy why don't ya?
I sat up there for the rest of the night, hours on end, until I decided that I had had enough waiting around and glided off the edge. I made sure to make my descent as discreet as possible, as to avoid any suspicion from the girls I was currently stalking... Wow, that sounds a lot worse when I say it to myself. Geez, I have problems. After accepting my internal struggles to be immortal, I began to walk until a 'pitter-patter' sounded off. I paced to a large pile of rubble, easily able to conceal me, and peeked my head over the edge, which unfortunately forced me to raise my head even higher as there was some stray rebar in the way. So what do I get for nearly forgoing my cover and making myself known to the world?
A pissing dog. Well, that at least explains the tiny footsteps.
But as I thought that, more small footsteps echoed in my ears as something small, red, and god dam adorable entered my vision. It was one of the girls, easily the youngest, looking around worriedly for,- what I assumed, was her dog. When she found him, after his business as done, she gave the dog a stern talking to and picked him up. Right as she did so though, she became still, with the furry lump of energy in her arms, and her eyes widened. It took me a moment to realize she was staring at me. Seeing as my cover was blown anyway, I decided to reveal myself and stood up, never giving up our staring contest. There was something in those eyes of hers. She was cautious, as all should be of strangers, but along with others was something I had not expected to receive.
Fear.
It may have been small compared to the others, but it was evident in her eyes as she stood still. Honestly, I wondered if I really was that frightening. I hadn't gotten a good look at myself lately and I wondered just what I appeared to be. Before I could think if I saw any mirrors nearby, more unknown voices entered the fray, causing the red girl (Ruby perhaps?) to back up and look towards the assailants, as well as I. There stood two men, dressed in what seemed like a gang outfit, a red claw slash on the back of a white shirt. I wonder whom that might be...
The girl, whom I now officially dub as 'Ruby', finally tearing her gaze away from me, moved to follow the masked men. I opted to wait, now more eager to find out what I looked like rather than help her track down prey. As I gave myself a once over, I noticed a few separate things. One, was that since the last time I took a minute to check myself out, my color scheme had changed. When I gently rubbed my hand over my torso, I could still feel the previously white bone armor there, only it seemed to be buried under what was now my second skin. Two, I now had a fully fledged cloak. It even had enough of a cape to go around my shoulders and cover my front if I stood still. Three, was that I was definitely taller. Like, two whole feet taller. Since I had yet to go into any buildings, I guess I didn't notice the height difference.
Nevermore was the best thing to ever happen to me.
...huh, that kind of came outa left field. Besides the appearance, I felt bigger. Like, besides height. I meant like girth and stuff. Essentially, I felt much, much, much stronger. Pair that with the flying thing, which I think may just dissolve into my cape, I was a superhero! Or a villain, I don't really know at this point. Either way, this was exhilarating,new, and was in dire need of a test run.
*CRACK*
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I would I gained a grin just then, but with the mask on I couldn't really feel my face, so I'm just gonna say I got excited. So excited I ran UP a building, again, and flipped into the air, spreading my arm/cape/wings in the air and flew towards the sound.
When I found the source, a large sinkhole in the middle of the road, I noticed the dog running away from the sight with a red device in its mouth. That dog was clearly affiliated with the team, so I had to deal with this quickly, unfortunately. I gazed into the whole, listening for any common, when I heard a struggle inside. After waiting a moment, I jumped into the whole, flapping my wings once at the ground to soften my landing. When I had landed, I found myself to be inside a ginormous underground block of land.
Across the floor on the, well, floor, was a station, brimming with attentive workers. Most were moving crates , some supervised, and even less operated giant mechs, grabbing and hauling containers. The majority of the work went towards a train, being filled with ...things. I don't really know what's in those box, but I would care less. Right now my main concern was controlling myself. You see, for some reason, when I laid my eyes on the countless goons of the white shirt parade, I had an indescribable urge of bloodlust. I wanted them all dead and gone. Now, I'm not gonna lie, I don't know why but honestly, finding these guys got my blood pumping.
In the back of my head there was a tiny voice, pleading me, begging me not to do anything like that. To leave it how it is and run off somewhere else. I watched as Ruby was dragged towards a train car, where a ginger guy in mostly white with an awesome hat and a cane popped out, and proceeded to taunt her. I could tell he'd be fun to tangle with. The others though, those worthless buffoons, they'd be easy work. Just a pass and slash. So when I jumped from building to building, finally getting a good vantage point, and when I was just about ready to pounce on these men from more than a hundred feet above them, that tiny voice suddenly got a whole lot louder. I almost didn't do it. If it wasn't for the multiple large-
*BOOM*
*BOOMBOOM*
-s, I would have stopped. But as soon as I heard those explosions go off, I knew deep down that right now was the moment to pounce. So I did. I jumped off that twenty or so story building, aimed myself, and shot down like a comet. It was so exhilarating, I didn't hear a very faint whisper in my ear.
'...wait...what am I doing?'
I was close.
Ruby managed to pull a fast one on the ginger and got away.
Getting closer.
The ginger and another man left for the train, the other soldiers follow suit.
I am right there.
I let out a shrill scream, getting the attention of the last man unfortunate enough to board the train.
SQUAW
AND RIGHT AS I GET THE DROP ON HIM, AS I PEIRCE MY CLAWED HAND THROUGH HIS BODY, A SINGLE SOLITRY THOUGHT RUNS THROUGH MY MIND.
'This... this isn't me. This is you isn't it...'
'Nevermore?'
Hope you all liked it, and I seriously hope it doesn't seem like an angsty teenager who gets off on edgy shit wrote it, because that's seriously not what I strive to write like but I can see a resemblance. Please give me any feedback you deem necessary, though try to stay constructive and not be a douchebag okay? Thank you.
