Since I got some nice feedback on the chapter as is, I've decided that I'll start writing the next chapter instead and just incorporating stuff from this chapter's original end into the start of the next chapter. That, and I think where the chapter ends currently is fine and adding anything to the end might ruin the flow of the story. Though with that, The next chapter may be a little rushed because I plan for the first 20 chapters to be the girls getting accustomed to the world of GTA before I start the GTA stupid stuff. In other news, I have recently purchased an Xbox One console so I can start including some current gen GTA V things, when I get GTA V for current gen of course. So that may take a while. I've also recently really got into Dark Souls so that may put another stopper on how fast I write (Which isn't very fast in the first place) and I purchased Titanfall 2 because I love the first one. So yeah. Also, that means I haven't played GTA V or online in a bit because I've been playing my Xbox One. And I won't be able to port either Russ or Cam from the 360 version to the One version because they stopped that feature. So that sucks.

Anyway...


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Chapter 2:

Ain't No Grave

"When I hear that trumpet sound,

I'm gonna rise right out of the ground,

Ain't no grave,

Can hold my body down."

"Ruby."

There was nothing but white, the world was blinding, even through closed eyes…but the voice.

"Ruby, what are you doing here?"

Ruby opened up her eyes, she could see nothing but white, except for a figure standing near enough to be reachable, but too far to catch…the only discernible feature was the white cloak they wore.

"Ruby…"

White?

The figure turned away and began walking.

"M-mom?"

"Ruby you should not be here."

"Mom!"

Ruby stumbled to her feet and began running after the figure.

"Mom!"

"Ruby…Ruby, you should not be here."

"Mom!"

Ruby kept running, trying to chase down the figure. Running ever faster to catch them. No matter how slow the figure walked, they were always out of reach.

"Mom. Wait! Please!"

The figure stopped in its tracks. Ruby could hear a faint weeping ahead of her.

"Ruby. I'm sorry. You should not be here."

"Mom, please."

Ruby kept running, she was so close to her now. The figure turned around to face Ruby, head bowed with hood projecting the face in obscuring shadow.

"Ruby. Please. You do not belong here."

The figure raised its head. And Ruby could see the tears of blood running down the scarred face. One Silver eye glassed over and white. The other, nothing was left. The rivers of blood streaking down the long-damaged face etching hollows into the skin.

"It is not your time."

Ruby fell backwards, blood pooling about the figures feet. Red started dripping into her vision. She reached up to try and wipe it away. But her hands came away drenched. Drenched in her blood. She looked over her clothes, but the blood was making its way down her arms and began pooling around herself. She looked back up to the figure, herself full of panic. The figure told her one last thing before the world went white.

"And it may never be."

Oh! Who would inhabit this bleak world alone?


Ruby woke with a start. That dream felt so, so. She could not think of anything to finish that thought. She was, in a chair within a dark room, a single light overhead lending little light to help the visibility within the room. A single steel table was in front of her, another chair sat opposite. How? How was she here? Where's Yang? Ruby began panicking as the thoughts started running through her head. What-

She heard a creak as a door behind her opened and soft footsteps started sounding as they rounded behind her and off to her side. She could see him. It was a man and he wore a black suit with a white undershirt and red tie. He was carrying two small glasses in his left hand and a bottle of something in his right hand. He walked to the opposite side of the table and placed the glasses down in front of himself and one closer to her. He opened up the bottle and started filling the glass that was closest to him. He finished pouring the drink into the glass before moving to pour it into the one closer to Ruby herself. He paused before a single drop could spill into the cup and looked up to address her.

"How old are you?"

"Fif-Fifteen."

"Fifteen? Well then."

He placed the bottle down and wrapped his left hand around the glass.

"We don't need this."

He picked up the glass and threw it over his shoulder behind him. Ruby could hear the shatter of glass. He sat down in the opposite chair and took a sip of the drink. Before placing it back down before leaning in and staring at Ruby's eyes. Ruby leaned back instinctively.

"You, have glass eyes."

What?

The man leaned back again.

"What do you mean?" Ruby got out.

"You have glass eyes. You see the world for all its beauty and its sins. You see the world through glass that is not stained black or white." The man replied.

"I don't understand."

The man took another sip.

"Your friends. The woman in Schwarz. Her eyes are stained black. She only sees the world for its wrongdoings. The sins, the setbacks, the worst is only what she knows, and she ignores everyone else. The Woman in Weiss, her eyes are glass, but they're stained black too. So much death has been seen, that any specks of life that might come to cherish are put by the wayside with only the smallest things being allowed to claw through. Your sister, again, only guessing the familial connection, you do look the same. Her eyes are glass but she is trying so hard to stain them white that she does not allow herself to see the world for what it is. You, you have both none and many of those traits. I can see, you have experienced the heartbreak of death, and the happiness of life. The good, the bad. You see the world. You see it for what it is. Now, you see it for what it is. Your eyes were stained with white before. But now they are just glass."

"Who are you?"

"We met before."

"We did?"

"Yeah, few hours ago. I had a disagreement with your sister."

Everything rushed into Ruby's head, her thoughts collecting into something useable.

She jolted back into her seat. Hand pointing in fear at the man sitting across from her, who was taking another sip, calm hazel eyes looking back.

"You died!" She yelped out.

The man looked himself over, before looking back to Ruby. "News to me."

Something struck Ruby. "Yang!" Ruby yelled in realisation.

"She's fine."

"But, but she-"

"Burned, yes."

"How? I don't understand."

"How? Gasoline and fire. That's kind of easy to understand."

"But she, she." Ruby felt close to tears.

"Crushed my throat? Was strapped to a car and lit on fire? Has a hair trigger temper?"

"You, how, I…I died." Ruby looked to the man.

"Yes. See usually this shit is easier because we just get you drunk to try and deal with it easier, but you're underage and I may be an asshole who kills people, but I do not condone underage drinking. I have morals, however few that are left. So, we are left with this."

"You, shot me."

"Yes, through the head. With a rather large gun. It's called a marksmen pistol. But I prefer to call it a high-power hunting pistol, sounds cooler."

"And…And you…"

"Gave a little speech, truth be told. I came up with that in about five minutes, I usually just say 'Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Rust to Rust.' But I came up with the first bit and ran with it."

"Why, how did I die. How am I here? Why did you do that?" Ruby became increasingly confused

The man rubbed his face with both hands. "Oh…Why did I smash the whiskey glass? Okay, listen to this Ruby, that's your name, right?"

Ruby hesitantly nodded.

"Okay. See, the reason why is you've got to make the first time memorable."

"Wha-"

"Don't worry, I'm not talking about sex."

"Ah!" Ruby covered her face. "Why would you mention that!?"

"You would not believe the amount of idiots that I meet. Look at that. You're less scared aren't you?"

Ruby uncovered her face. "What do you mean?"

"Death is trivial. Well, maybe not trivial? I'm looking for the words, give me a moment."

The man looked towards the ceiling above.

"Death here is...different to where you're from. It's fucken uh, weird, I guess."

The man sighed and looked into Ruby's eyes.

"I've killed over a thousand men, yet I don't fucking know how to explain death to a fifteen-year-old."

He looked up. "You ever lost someone Ruby?"

"Y-yes, my Mom." She replied with sadness in her voice.

"How old were you?"

"I-I don't remember. Three, maybe."

"I would say I'm sorry for your loss, but I didn't know her, so all it would equate to would be empty words. I don't want to sound extremely callous but death doesn't work like normal here. Or, well, comparative normal."

"How does it work?"

"Well, in the immortal words of Johnny Cash, 'There ain't no grave can hold my body down.' Otherwise, you put a bullet in me. I'm gonna stand right up and put one in you."

The man finished the drink and stood up and grabbed the bottle.

"Come with me." He started walking back to Ruby's side and past her.

"But I'm-"

"You're not handcuffed to the chair, you're not even tied down. You stayed on your own volition, now follow."

"O-Okay."

Ruby stood.


Ruby followed behind the man, walking through the halls of where they were, where that was she didn't know though.

"Cammy!" the man called, who was now wearing what he was before, russet leather jacket, jeans, skeleton print shirt, boots, no gloves though and steel aviator sunglasses. When did he change!? She was following behind him the entire time. She looked away for a second!

"Stop calling me that!" she heard someone call back.

"Ha, you know I won't."

"What is it?"

"Well, I figured we'd take Miss…?"

Ruby looked to the man and the woman who were both looking at her for something.

"Oh! My name is Ruby Rose."

"Ruby Rose...Isn't that the name of a model or something?" The man asked his sister.

"How should I know?" His sister replied.

"Well, I asked."

"That doesn't mean anything. Just because you ask something doesn't mean the person asked knows anything."

"Well, why don't you know then?"

"Because," His sister started, "I don't care about models! Hell, you know that so why even ask?"

"Oh Come On! If you don't know every single piece of useless trivia ever than what's the fuckin' use?!" the man flung his arms down in an extravagant gesture.

"How do you even know about them in the first place, anyway?" The woman asked.

"They're an Aussie."

The woman held her gaze on her brother. "What do you want Russ?" the woman asked calmly.

The man grabbed the woman in a one arm hug, continuing towards the door of the building. "Well, Cam, we're gonna get stuff for Miss Flower."

"Rose." Ruby quietly called after the pair.

"I don't actually care." The man called back to Ruby.

The three continued out of the building into the street.

"Alright, we're taking the Midnight purple and Pink Dominator."

"What?"

"Okay. You see the car with shutters on the back window, a low spoiler, and purple rims? That one, get in the back."

The Three walked towards the car and piled in. Adults in the Driver and passenger while the child sat in the back.

The man began rifling through the centre console looking for something.

"Excuse me?" Ruby asked.

"Yo?" The man asked.

"Where are we going?"

"Many places." The man replied while still rifling.

"Where are we going now?" Ruby asked.

The man looked up from the centre console. "Do you not remember my name?" The man asked.

Ruby realised that she, in fact, forgot his name.

"Maybe?"

The man looked back to the console before pointing to himself. "Russell." He said before pointing to the woman across from him. "Cameron." He then pointed to himself then back to Cameron, "Siblings. If I have to explain the genders then I'm going to worry about the possibility of brain damage. If you're wondering where we're going, look down."

Ruby looked down to see her tattered clothes and instantly realised what was happening, also covering herself up in embarrassment based on how tattered her clothes were.

"Could you just pick one?" Cameron voiced.

Ruby directed her attention back to the front to see Russell holding a CD case and Cameron sitting with her arms crossed.

"This part is important. Otherwise it ends up with someone in a car chase listening to that Barbie song."

"But we're not going to be in a car chase."

"No, but it's still nice to drive to good music. Offspring Greatest Hits? Nah, not now."

"Pick one."

"See, I could do that or I could keep looking. Americana? Tempting."

"Do you want to do this stuff before midnight?"

Russell looked up from the console to look his sister in the eyes.

"Is that a trick question?"

He looked back down to the console, smirked, and looked back up to his sister.

"LMFAO?"

"Oh god no. Here-" Cameron reached into the centre console and searched for two seconds before pushing it into her brother's hands. "-play this."

Russell looked down at the CD for a second before looking back to his sister.

"Gladly."

Ruby watched as he opened up the case, started the car and put the CD into the player and started the song. The vehicle pulled out of the lot with spinning tyres as the noise of someone coughing sounded from the speakers. Russell turned a dial and the music got louder.

"Do you have to put it that loud?"

"Alright now!"

"Hell no."

"Won't you listen?"

"You tell me to put it on then tell me the equivalent of turn it off? Oh, evil woman, don't play your games with me."

"When I first met you, didn't realise"

"Put on your seatbelt Ruby." Russell called to the back.

"I can't forget you, for your surprise"

Ruby put on her seatbelt as she watched the world move by. Something compelling her (Like plot function) to go with these people she was terrified of and didn't exactly trust. The world passing by as the music was tuned out. Why? Why was Ruby blindly following these people. She wanted to see her sister. But she was burned alive. Burned Alive! And apparently she's fine. And Ruby herself, what happened. Her Team! What about her team? How are they going. That dream. It was a dream right? Right? It felt, so, so real. But, what did it mean?

Ruby was glad that they told her to put on a seatbelt as she felt the car lurch to the side as she looked out the window and saw the car drifting around the corner.

"You know, I still think I should drive."

"Please, you're shite at driving."

"Because you always drive! Whenever we go driving you always drive."

"You have your own cars."

"That are crap."

"I'll have you know. A Sabre Turbo is not crap, nor is an F620. Or Vigero."

"You won't let me use any money to buy something better."

"And do you remember why?"

"Because I spent money when I got to Los Santos?"

"Because you spent 2.3 million on clothes when you got here, a further 300 grand on houses, and let's not even start on the guns."

"I said I was sorry."

"No you didn't."

"No I didn't. Would you accept an apology of me buying your favourite foods?"

"Would that be purchased with my money?"

"Maybe."

"Yeah, probably. Wouldn't accept the apology but I'd accept the food."

Ruby was confused. These people were scary and threatening before, but they're bickering now. It-It's so confusing.

"Excuse me, Russell?"

"Call me Russ, allows you to continue on faster."

"Russ. Why did you do that before? Be so…"

"Threatening? It's called a front Darlin'. I play it up to scare people. It depends on what I'm doing at the time. If their first impression of you is you bickering with your sister, they're not gonna be that intimidated. Well, actually, depends on what you're bickering about. Like, are you bickering about decorations? Cars? What if it's-"

"My brother's an idiot. It's to make first impressions memorable. And to intimidate, usually if we want information, Russ has some methods he tries, but fails with."

"Yep! Though most of the time I got no idea what I'm doing. I'm figuring it out though, so yay I guess. Though, as with pretty much everything in life. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Depends on the people."

Ruby was sitting in the back slightly disconcerted. The car slid into a parking lot.

"Here we are!" Russ told his two travelling companions. He pointed at the store. "That, is Binco clothing." He took something out of his pocket and handed it to Ruby. "Here's ten grand. Go buy something."

Cam gave him somewhat of a dirty look which made Russ shrug at her. "What? Shit's expensive."

Ruby made to open the door but realised that the vehicle was only two doors.

"Cam, go with her."

"Why? Why can't you go?"

"Yes, brilliant plan. Send the twenty-three-year-old man in with the teenager in tattered clothes. Definitely not gonna put me on a watch list."

Cam sighed, "Fine. C'mon Ruby."

Cam clambered out of the car with Ruby following behind.

Both women walked to the entrance of the store.

"You get any underwear you need then we'll focus on getting the needed clothes."

It was ten minutes before Ruby came out from the back, still in tattered blouse and skirt, but with clean underwear now at least. She walked towards where Cam was standing. She approached.

"I would ask you what size you are but these clothes are effectively one size fits all."

She turned and handed clothes to Ruby.

"Put these on."

Ruby looked down at the clothes then back to Cam.

"What are they?"

"Red Hooded Jacket, Slate regular fit Jeans. Once you put those on there are some Red high-top sneakers for you."

"Okay."

Ruby returned to the change room and stripped out of the torn clothes, putting the jacket on and the Jeans. She walked out of the room and back to the main section of the store. Cam passed her the shoes which she put on. Cam passed money to the clerk and both began walking to the door.

"I'm sorry. We have one last stop before we go back. Then you can ask any question, within reason, that you want." The two walked out the door. "Now, where the fuck is my brother?"

Both women walked out of the store to an empty parking lot.

"Dammit, where is he?"

Both women heard the growl of an engine when suddenly a black muscle car went roaring down the road from the street beside them, a song audibly blaring from the vehicle. Ruby could see a stylised licence plate reading 'Stuntman' on the back

"I got somethin' make the devil gonna run,

The car clipped a street light and began to roll end over end, narrowly missing passing cars.

I got something make the devil be gone,

The car came to a stop on its wheels, not even wasting a second before taking off again.

"Of fucken course." Ruby heard Cam growl beside her.

Run devil, run devil, run devil run,

The car started driving towards Ruby and Cam. Clipping a car and started rolling again.

You bet your bottom dollar he's gonna be gone,

The car went tumbling towards where Cam and Ruby stood, flipping end over end, before coming to a stop just before hitting them, Drivers (left hand) side door stopping just in front of them. The window either wound down already or missing entirely. The man sitting in the seat had a purple hoodie on, orange chinos, grey fingerless gloves, flower pattern shirt and a Flame skull hockey mask.

I got something make the devil gonna run."

"Ladies."

"Crowder? Really?"

"Eh, I may not be Christian but I can still appreciate good music."

"Driving like a douchebag?"

"It's Deathproof."

"Yet not dumbass proof."

"Oh, ha ha, keep laughing dummkopf."

"What compelled you to swap the Dominator for your Vigero?"

"I was bored. C'mon, you should know by now."

"Uh-huh, and where'd you park the other one?"

"In the ocean."

Cam just gave Russ a look that Ruby could tell meant 'not amused'.

"What? Don't give me that look, It's like, a six-minute drive. You were in there for twenty. I had eight minutes to amuse myself."

"Take off the mask, you look like a twit."

Russ took the mask off revealing his stubbled face and Hazel eyes before he put his aviators back on.

"Let me guess, goin' to your place then?"

"Yeah."

Cam motioned her head towards Ruby.

"She needs a shower."

"Alright, meet you there."

Russ took off in his, Vigero? Turning, and driving off down the street.

"For fucks sakes."

Ruby turned to look at Cam.

"We're going to one of my houses that's right down the street."

"One of them?"

"Yeah, I have...Three? Houses, I think?"

"You, you're not sure?"

"I usually hang around him," She pointed to the direction Russ left in. "And stay at his house to make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid. So I actually forget sometimes."

Cam sighed and looked down. Shoulders dropping.

"Look, you're probably confused and are just running along not knowing what's happening. I'm sorry how we introduced ourselves. I truly am. I don't want you to think we're bad people, it's a matter of perspective really. We want you to understand, where you were before. And here? It's not the same. We, don't follow the same rules. We're a bunch of 'poxy fuckheads' as some people I know might say."

Cam spun to face Ruby.

"Look," she checked her phone. "Ruby, look at me, in the eyes."

Ruby looked into Cam's eyes.

"Remember me." She shot herself through the head.

Ruby's eyes widened. "Cam? Cam!" Ruby ran to Cam's body but just as she reached it, the body…burst into particles of, Rust. She heard footsteps behind her.

"We don't understand either but that's what's happening."

Ruby turned to see Cam walking up behind her.

"The faster you get used to it, the better it will be for you. Come on. Let's get you a shower." There was a loud crash from down the street. "...And make sure he isn't doing anything exponentially stupid."


"Russ! You in here? Ya fuckin' better be since your car is wrapped around a street lamp outside." Cam called to the semi-darkness of (one of) her homes.

She waited for the reply.

"Yep, he's here."

Cam pushed open the door and entered her humble home.

"Alright, this way."

Cam lead Ruby into the home. Ruby rounded the corner to see Russ sitting on the couch watching the Television in the corner. Ruby didn't know the show.

"Forgive me, but to me, you've been dead for centuries."

"Hey Cammy. Four X?"

"My Four X?"

"Sure."

"This way Ruby."

Cam walked into an adjacent room, Ruby got a glimpse and saw a bed. Cam walked back out and handed her a towel.

"Here's a towel, the bathroom is down that way. Go get yourself cleaned up."


The water was refreshing, it was so nice compared to what was happening hours before, she looked out the window. The sun just peaking over the horizon now. Betraying the earliness of the day for how long it's felt. It must only be eight Ruby mused from under the water. She looked down, to see the red stains pouring down her arms and chest. And pooling about her feet. She could only think of that dream. The face that should of exuded safety, reduced to nightmare. It wouldn't leave her thoughts. It was etched into her mind. The hollows that the ever-flowing blood scared into that face. It made her shiver. Ruby stood under the water for an unknown amount of time. The blood was cleaned by the time everything came back to Ruby. When the world caught back up. She turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing the towel she began to dry off.


"They gave me cable in prison so I'd stop killing the guards."

"I tell you, Fucken A. Mark Hamill is a treat."

Ruby walked into the living room having put her new clothes on to see both siblings sitting or, lying on couches and drinking. The brother of the pair noticed her.

"Hey Ruby. Sit down or go sleep. I recommend you sleep for a bit. Make you feel better."

At this point Ruby was just willing to accept anything so she walked into Cams room and fell down on the bed, asleep.


"So, what did you learn when she woke up?" Cam asked her brother.

Russ thought about it for a second. "Sheila's fifteen. A minor."

Cam looked towards her brother. "A minor?"

Russ gazed down to the bottle in his hand, raising it to his mouth and taking a swig before lowering it and looking back to his sister. "Yep, rest'a 'em too prob'ly."

"Ah, fuck me dead." Cam put her head into her hands.

"Yeah. 'Fuck me dead' is quite accurate." Russ looked towards his sister. "Cam, would you kindly call Angel and inf'rm 'im of the situation since 'e technic'ly initiated this?"

"Yeah, sure." Cam stood from sitting on the couch and set off towards the kitchen.

"Tell 'im he's gonna get a slap, nothing more. Inform ev'ryone else who pa'ticipated that I'mma take The Punishment for 'em."

Cam paused in dialing the homephone.

"You sure you want to do that?"

"Yeah..."

"Alright, I'll ask again when you're sober though."

"Sure." Russ downed the last of the bottle.

"Ah, fuck me."


I hope you enjoyed what I put out, feel free to comment.

If people are wondering why I put the disclaimer and an actual (self applied) rating from a proper rating system is because I see so many stories with things like 'Rated T because I'm paranoid' or 'Rated M for safety'. That tells you nothing, If you're going to rate something may as well go all out. I do the rating because I want people to know exactly what I put in a chapter and what I deem it. I want you, the reader, to know what you're getting into.

I have now edited this chapter to something I personally like. The original I found some of the dialogue idiotic. A.K.A the entire 'My name is Ruby Rose' section because I thought. 'That's the name of an actual person, she's Australian!' and just made dialogue that just did not work with the rest of the chapter and ruined the flow of the story. It was really forced and non-organic. I changed it already but I still felt that what I replaced it with still felt semi-forced and too specific for someone trying to think of something they're not fully sure on and thinking of off the top of their head.

I reworked the 'Death doesn't work here' bit to something I liked. I kept parts of the original but it was originally just bad and went against the intended effect of the bit. I feel I committed a cardinal sin of writing where stated they weren't Self-Inserts yet blatantly went to Self-Insert territory with that section originally. Though, as an explanation, I wrote that part about a month or so after my Great-Grandmother passed away and I was not in the correct state of mind to even write 'Death is trivial.'

I did, however, like the line 'I've killed over a thousand men yet I don't know how to explain death to a fifteen-year-old.' So I kept that and retooled the end.

I also realised that the clothes store I had the characters go to was only about 100~200 metres from Cams apartment. So why would they need a car. That, and the 'Five minutes until car arrives, arrives about four lines later' was not good time pacing.

Oh the realisations time brings. And actually knowing how to write.