AN: Got one of these done faster than i expected. Its also... way longer than I thought it would be, about 6100 words without the Authors notes or anything. Not much to say here, more at the end AN. Hope you enjoy.
Blood Red: Chapter 2
Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy and Hunter extraordinaire, was uncharacteristically nervous when he stepped inside the VMPD building. He had been inside the building more times that he could count, whether from being called in to assist with the detaining of a criminal exceptionally skilled with aura or to get one of his own Hunters out of trouble during their frequent drunken escapades.
This trip however, was anything but normal. Just a few minutes ago he was woken from a very pleasant dream involving a coed bathhouse and several beautiful women by his scroll making the most horrendous of noises. At first, he was quite angry as one might imagine, what fiend would dare take him from the pleasant ministrations of the wonderful women of his fantasies?
Glynda of course. Who else to ruin his fun?
After a minute of mentally willing the noise to go away on its own and another couple stumbling around in the dark of his room trying to hunt down where exactly he left his scroll he managed to shut off the racket and discover exactly what was the cause of such alarm. Glynda was a stickler to rules to a fault after all and would never try to contact someone after they went to bed unless she had a very good reason too.
So, imagine his surprise when he pulled up the message to read that young Ruby Rose, the daughter of two of his most promising students, was currently being held by the police after intervening in an attempted robbery. He didn't see it as being much of a problem. Trainee Hunters stopping criminals is to be expected, most of them have pretty fierce hero complexes driving them. It's not technically encouraged by the higher ups but it was treated as a fact of life and punishment was incredibly rare for the occasional act of vigilantism.
At least until he opened the attached images Glynda send along with the message.
The first of the bunch looked to be taken from the roof of a building, no doubt Glynda was doing her usual aimless wandering through the city. Center of the image were the shattered front windows of the From Dust till Dawn dust store in southern Vale. A fairly well-off establishment if Ozpin remember correctly.
Although it seemed to have gotten a recent redecoration.
The usually immaculately clean store was coated in blood. The jagged edges of the windows had small chunks of flesh and hair sticking out of them. The visibly parts of the store, namely the front counter, were also splattered with assorted gore and body parts. The old man who owns the store was visible huddling behind his counter perfectly fine, albeit a tad traumatized.
So yeah. Ozpin was getting a tad worried.
Especially when he saw the dark mounds in front of the store.
A round dozen bodies, all sporting their own collecting of lethal wounds, littered the street in front of the store. Some had massive gash marks across their chests. Others had smaller precision wounds hitting them in the throat or lungs.
The criminals, assuming these were them, weren't just stopped by the young Rose as Glynda had suggested. They were slaughtered like animals.
Not something a young hunter in training should be capable of doing.
Or willing to do.
With only the shortest of pauses to get himself properly dressed and refill his mug of hot chocolate Headmaster Ozpin rushed out of his tower and ran to the police station.
Luckily no one was around to see him rushing about looking so worried. He had an image to keep up with the populace after all. It wouldn't do for them to see the usually unflappable Ozpin jumping from roof to roof while buttoning up his shirt while balancing a mug on his head.
After a few definitely not panicked minutes of running later, and taking another minute to catch his breath so the kind woman sitting at the front desk could direct him to the proper interrogation room he stepped into a small observation room behind Glynda.
The room was simple like most rooms in the police station which has a loving affair with "white painted concrete bricks" aesthetic. One wall was dominated by the one-way glass allowing them an unobstructed view of the interrogation room. Several empty chairs were pushed against the back wall, likely by Glynda, she liked to pace. The wall directly opposite the door had a small desk with a half dozen monitors showing camera footage, some of the interrogation room from different angles, others of the hallways leading to the rooms.
"I got your message Glynda. I must say it very worrying." said Ozpin as he stepped up next to the blonde huntress. Glynda nodded her head without looking away from the red clad girl sitting in the other room. She hadn't taken her eyes off the girl for a moment since bringing her to the station.
"Worrying? I think that is a bit of an understatement don't you think? A 15-year-old girl butchered a dozen people with a scythe!" she paused and took a deep breath, "A SCYTHE! What idiot teaches a kid to use a SCYTHE!?"
Ozpin puts a hand on her shoulder to interrupt the rant before it can get off the ground.
"No doubt Qrow taught her when he visited. He mentioned once he would be helping Tai train them on the occasions he is around. She must have taken the initiative to learn on her own."
Ozpin looked back to the little girl in the other room and his eyes narrowed. Young Ruby Rose was as red as both of her namesakes. She wore a black and red ensemble of skirt and coreset, but you could hardly be blamed for believing she was clad solely in red. The girl was coated almost from head to toe in the stuff. Her face was streaked where it looked like someone had tried in vain to wipe it off with a cloth, but the girl seemed to have made no attempts of her own to clean herself. Usually the first thing people do after a fight was get the blood off of them, no matter the circumstance. Young Rose on the other hand was completely unfaced by her sodden, dripping state.
"Has no one allowed her to clean herself?"
Glynda shook her head and finally turned to her boss, "No. And before you ask, she hasn't asked. The locals are too scared of her to go near her, and after watching the security camera footage of what she did I'm not surprised."
"We have footage?"
"Yes, we do. The criminals didn't have the opportunity to wipe the tapes before they "left". It's a familiar face as well."
Ozpin took the proffered scroll, "Oh, someone we have seen before?"
Glynda nods. "Roman Torchwick. By now I think he has robbed everyone in Vale at least once."
Ozpin let out a slow sigh. The orange haired thief had been making a nuisance of himself for years now. The hunter academies usually try to nip any criminals using aura in the bud as soon as possible to avoid giving others any bad ideas but he had managed to avoid every attempt to capture him thus far. They could only be thankful he hadn't attended any of the hunter academies in his youth or it would be an even greater stain on their reputations.
Not that failing to capture a simple thief of all things wasn't a stain. They gave up evening trying, leaving it instead to the police force, years ago once the embarrassment of seeing their failures plastered across the news the next day became too much.
Plus, he's just a thief after all. What harm could one thief do?
Ozpin tapped the little play button...
"Oh this is going to be delicious."
A quick motion with my arm opens up the man's throat and his wonderful blood spills down his chest. I quickly move forward to catch his falling body and quietly lower it to the floor. Unfortunately, I can't take the time to watch the light fade from his eyes.
There might be more people nearby to take offense at his killing after all. I need to be prepared.
Qrows training taught me that thugs rarely come alone, especially with me all the way in the back of the store. I assume he was sent to check the rear for customers to prevent anyone from calling the police or otherwise interfering. It stands to reason that there must be several more by the front of the store, or where any valuables are kept.
I leave the corpse where it lies in a pool of its own blood and begin searching the store for more soon to be corpses.
The first aisle I pass by is empty. Shame.
The second aisle is empty as the first, but gives me a glimpse of more thugs by the front of the store talking to the old man. One of them is dressed differently from the rest and has orange hair. I have never killed anyone with orange hair before, I wonder what it is like.
I like pumpkin pie. Maybe it will be similar?
Now that I think about it I am getting a tad peckish. Perhaps after having my fun I can go get something to eat.
I will have pizza, pumpkin pie, and ice-cream!
But first...
The far side of the store with the dust dispensers is where I finally find more meat-bags. Three of them are going between the tubes with little storage canisters you sometimes see people move dust around in if they are buying large amounts. I never had need to use them myself since I just buy bullets already infused with the stuff, but Father and Qrow on occasion use them when they take me along. Shame I can't tell which one is holding the red dust from this angle. I could just shoot it and cook all of them at once.
Although if I accidentally set myself on fire it will be difficult to get pizza later...
Normal murder it is then.
Ever so quietly, and very very carefully I slink up behind the first goon. The knife I used to bleed the first man gets exchanged into my empty left hand, and my right goes back to Cresent Rose to retrieve a knife of its own. The first knife was thin and rectangular shaped, best suited to slicing, but it wouldn't do for what I have in mind.
The stiletto I slide from my back will be just perfect. Nice and pointy, straight and narrow. Just what I need to...
A surprised shout is cut off by my knife plunging into the man's ear and digging into his brain. The other meat-bags, either too confused or scared to do anything, watch as I dig the stiletto around in his brain. It's always best to make absolutely sure they are dead after all.
The dagger comes out of his head with a sickening squelch and the corpse falls to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut.
THUD.
All at once, they move.
Pumpkin head steps back from the counter with his briefcase of spoils and allows the other goons to stream past him, weapons drawn. The other two thugs close to Ruby who were collecting dust fall back a step while reaching to draw their weapons.
Too slow.
The left most of the two grunts in pain when my knife sinks hilt deep into his stomach. Two semblance enhanced steps and I have a grip on the knife I just threw and rip it horizontally across him, disemboweling him faster than they can react.
The approaching meat-bags having their weapons drawn already. They are quite fast with the proper motivation. But not the other goon nearest me.
I do the prudent thing and twirl past the falling body and latch onto the other thug still fumbling with his weapon in his jacket. A quick twist and some fancy footwork put me safely on the other side of him when the staccato pops of gunfire begin. Each crack of the small arms is accompanied by a jerk of his body before a well-placed round strikes the back of his head and puts him out of his misery.
The meat bags go still, no doubt wondering if their pathetic attempts at killing me were successful. While they waste time thinking I unlatch Crescent Rose from my back and place its folded-up forms barrel against the corpses stomach.
"Did we get her?"
I shift my aim in the direction of the noise and pull the trigger.
The corpses midsection explodes with a sound like a watermelon bursting open, sending entrails and viscera across the store to rain down on the men. The man who talked doesn't get to see this however, because at the same moment the fifty-caliber bullet that just liquified a man's stomach punches into his head with the force of a freight train.
The resulting explosion of blood, brain and bone is quite beautiful. I can almost see the horrified reflections of the others faces in each and every drop.
Pumpkin head is smarter than the others, already backing out the door while motioning more goons to get inside.
Three soon to be corpses are still standing by the front counter with four more making their way through the door right now. Time for me to make a choice, stay inside and enjoy the extra cover from gunfire all the aisles and counters give me, or take things outside for more maneuverability?
Who am I kidding. It doesn't matter anyway.
The headless corpse hits the ground when I step through, literally, the corpse I just cut in half with my gun. The deep metallic retort of Crescent Rose blasts through the store once again, vibrating the glass countertops. In its folded-up form the sniper rifles barrel isn't long enough for precision shooting, especially with me holding it tight to my waist, but I'm only ten feet away.
I could probably hold one of the massive tank-killing bullets in my hand and flick the cap and still kill someone from this range.
Speaking of people to kill, one of the soon to be corpses running through the door tumbles to the ground when his leg turns to a pink mist from the knee down. The other idiots, not expecting the meat-bag in front to suddenly stop and fall, end up tripping right over it and tumble to the ground in a pile.
It's quite pathetic.
At least they won't have to live with being such an embarrassment for long.
My next shot goes wide and instead of blowing off one of their heads it punches through the front windows and sales into the dark street outside.
Aim could be better today. Back to stabbing.
Spinning myself around so I face away from my prey I shoot my gun while jumping backwards, the momentum launches me through the air like some sort of specter of imminent death.
But with more knives.
So many knives.
That move took a lot of practice you know. They should have the good graces to feel impressed at my talent before I cut them into tiny bite size little pieces.
Still flying through the air, I fire my rifle again at an angle to send myself into a rapid spin. A flick of my wrist transfers the momentum and pulls Crescent Rose open into all of her scythey glory.
She truly is a beautiful weapon. I built her myself.
And now I am flying through the air towards some warm bodies.
And I'm twirling.
With a really big scythe.
Tonight is really turning out to be fun.
The two goons who were unlucky enough not to be caught in the idiotic pile of bodies on the floor are now beset upon by wall of spinning death rocketing towards them at head level. Both are caught at the neck at almost the exactly same time and barely do anything to slow me down. Two heads fly free of their bodies and tumble to the ground while I crash out the glass front windows.
"Neo?"
I look up and see the Pumpkin Headed man staring at me curiously, one hand on a ladder leading up a building.
"Who?" I respond. I really shouldn't, it's not a good idea to let anyone learn what your voice sounds like just in case they get away and can be a witness later, that and stopping to talk gives opportunities for someone to shoot you in the back of the head.
The orange man shakes his head and gives a wry chuckle, "Ahh shame. Figured she might have been playing a prank on me or something. Oh Well. See yah red."
And with a goodbye wave, he takes off up the ladder.
Huh. Normally most people's responses to seeing me cleave other humans into chunks are more... dramatic.
What a wierdo.
Oh well, time to kill him.
I yank the blade of Crescent Rose out of the ground and begin to take aim, just in time to notice the pile of idiots who were taking their sweet time getting up, actually managed to get back on both of their feet!
Well except for the one who is screaming so much. Such sweet screams, it's difficult to keep myself from shivering.
Hopefully he lives long enough to make some fun noises while I slaughter his compatriots.
A flick of my wrist folds Crescent Rose back up and I reattach her to my back. In front of me the two halves of the man I just bisected fall to either side.
All around me the broken and battered corpses of the other thugs lie.
Well that was faster than I expected. Barely got to enjoy it at all.
I shake the disappointment off and draw a fresh knife from my back and walk over to the nearest corpse. This is something Qrow taught me to do early on. Never leave a corpse behind until you are absolutely sure it's dead. Humans, especially if someone with aura trained in healing is around, are surprisingly sturdy creatures. A quick search with a scroll can bring up a dozen times people fell dozens of stories and lived, or had a piece of rebar shoved through their brain without killing them.
And nothing is worse than something that is supposed to be a corpse getting up and talking about the person who killed them.
It's worse than a witness! A witness is just someone who saw you. When a corpse stops being a corpse, it means you lose the fun of knowing you made a corpse, and gain a witness.
Two negatives.
I go from corpse to corpse, slitting their throats deep enough to get the windpipe along with the veins just to make absolutely sure. I probably don't have to bother with the ones I cut in half, but you never know when a semblance for making half a person come back to life will happen so I go ahead and do it anyway.
Shame they are all dead. Hopefully the pizza will be good.
"P-please d-d-don't!"
I pause just before sliding my knife into the man's neck. The whimpering man is missing a foot, and somehow managed to take off his belt and strap it onto his leg in a makeshift tourniquet.
What a trooper!
I wet my lips. Looks like I can have some fun after all.
The man's whimpering turns into panicked begging when I finish off the rest of the corpses and return. The begging turns into screaming when I grab him by the back of the neck and drag him outside and toss him on the ground by the curb.
"I've seen this in a movie before. Always wanted to try it."
Ozpin and Glynda stared in open mouthed shock at the image of the girl dragging the man out of the camera frame, kicking and screaming the entire time. His screaming from off camera is silenced by a heavy impact, and a few moments later a sickening crunch and rush of blood flows into frame.
"Did she just?" Ozpin started before closing his mouth with a click of his teeth.
"Yes sir."
He takes a shaky sip of his chilled coco.
"Huh. So when did you arrive?"
Glynda took a hold of the scroll and fast forwarded a minute until she came into frame slowly approaching the girl who was now wiping the blood from her weapons on one of the dead man's black jacket. She appeared to be doing a bad job of it because the jacket was already pretty saturated with the stuff and she wasn't doing much other than spreading it around.
"I showed up just afterwards. When I got their she was mumbling some nonsense about pizza toppings while attempting to clean her weapon." She skipped another few minutes forward to show red and blue lights lighting up the storefront, "A few minutes later the local police finally showed up. They would have missed Torchwick by a mile."
Ozpin looks back up at the window at the little girl coated in blood. She was sitting perfectly still, not looking around or leaning back like she was bored, and making no effort to clean herself.
Just... sitting.
"So how are we going to do this sir?" Glynda queried. If she knew her boss, and she knew her boss, he was probably going to do something stupid without thinking about the consequences. It had an odd habit of working out for him, but also occasionally ended with people dying needlessly.
Or a certain bandit tribe destroying a village.
"Go in and do your thing. I'll just wing it."
The exasperated sigh Glynda released almost brought a smile to Ozpins face. One of his greatest guilty pleasures in life was annoying his uptight assistant.
Or caretaker, depending on who you asked.
But he was her boss after all, so she had to do what he requested...
Maybe on the way home tonight she will buy another newspaper and see if anything interesting is in the classifieds.
With a final huff, the stern huntress stepped through the door and out of Ozpins view.
Only to step back into view through the other door a second later, no in proper," Strict teacher mode" with her crop in hand.
Ozpin tuned out his underling and focused on young Ruby Rose. What should he do with her? Clearly she was incredibly skilled, especially for her age, but based on her brutality to the criminals and her lack of obvious remorse she had a dozen obvious problems. Was she simply a sociopath, incapable of understanding others pain that applied their training a little to liberally to a real-life situation where others might hold back upon fighting another living breathing human?
Or was she just caught up in the moment? It certainly wouldn't be the first time he saw it happen. It was fairly common back in the war, and even now every so often a student will react far to aggressively to an attack and end up causing massive amounts of damage. The school even had a budget for the legal settlements from the students accidentally killing people.
All in all, everything about Rose was very worrying. Ozpin wasn't one to immediately jump to the harsh conclusions. He much preferred to air on the side of believing in the inner good in everybody, preferring to teach and lead others to their own ways of living rather than judge.
Altering seeing this display however, he knew he couldn't simply let the girl go on her way and continue unsupervised, so he began to hatch a plan.
I don't think I am going to get any pizza tonight.
This blonde woman, who is oddly familiar but I'm terrible with faces so there is no real way to know, has been, "harping on me" as Yang puts it for the better part of an hour.
And for what? Self-defense?
I know the law. Qrow made me read it front to back and quizzed me on it at least hundred times. Even if my use of defense was a tad more inventive than normal the only evidence they are allowed to use against me is anything I could have known at the beginning of my act of defending myself.
Is it basically a loophole to allow hunters to get away with murdering people who annoy them?
Yeah. Probably.
But it's a good loophole! I stuck around the store trying to clean my weapons just because of it. The cameras were pretty easy to spot so if I ran I probably would have gotten in trouble regardless of if I was technically allowed to do so. Innocent people hang around the crime scene to speak to the police.
Right?
They don't in television shows, but Qrow says most of them are a load of nonsense, although stomping on that "persons" head was just as fun as it looked. Maybe Yang has more crime dramas she can loan me before I go hunting again. After tonight's fun, and hopefully pizza, I can probably go weeks without needing to do it again so I get plenty of time to come up with fun new things to try!
I can't wait!
SMACK!
The unhappy looking woman slams her riding crop onto the table next to my hands just outside of the pool of blood that dripped off my arms.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in young lady?"
Trouble? What now?
I tilt my head and give her a look of genuine confusion, "But weren't they criminals? The first guy said he was robbing me, and even threatened me with a weapon."
That seems to anger the woman even more and she slams her crop on the table with much greater force, putting a dent in the hard steel surface.
"JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE CRIMINALS DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST DO WHATEVER YOU WA-"
"Now, now Glynda, please stay calm."
We both turn to the door in sync, somehow Glynda's glare actual gets even sharper when she sees the man standing in the doorway.
Headmaster Ozpin, Uncle Qrows boss and the administrator of Beacon Academy walks into the room holding a steaming mug in one hand and a "PIZZA!"
I practically leap from my chair and go to grab the box before noticing the state of my hands. The darn things are still covered in blood! I completely forgot to clean up like some sort of amateur!
"Oh no... I can't eat pizza with blood."
Ozpin smiles for some reason and motions for me to sit before turning to the blonde.
"If you wouldn't mind Glynda, I'll take over."
Glynda! That's where I heard the name. Qrow told me she has "a stick up her ass". I don't see a stick though, so it must be way up there. Why would anyone do such a thing willingly? It sounds very uncomfortable.
Glynda Goodwitch sighed and visibly deflated when her boss took over the interrogation thing she was doing. I guess she really enjoys it or something.
Ozpin just sits across from her and opens the box of pizza. It's nice and thin and covered in little circles of pepperoni! It's all hot and steamy still and I can see the wonderful grease on top of the cheese. Oh boy talk about a happy ending to a day!
But I'm still covered in blood, and eating human blood is very unhealthy.
"Would you like some?" The cruel white-haired man asks. How dare he taunt me with tantalizing food when I am so hungry yet unable to eat it to my heart's content!? Next time I see him I am going to shove my hand into his chest and rip his fucking h-
"Here I brought some sanitary wipes you clean your hands with and some cutlery to be safe."
I changed my mind. He gets to live. Maybe this one is an actual person? It's so hard to tell which ones are real or not.
I nod quickly and he slides the tube of little wet napkins to me and I immediately being to clean my face and arms. The rest of my body, my clothes especially, are beyond hope, but I'm going to be using a fork and knife anyway so I just need to make sure there isn't enough blood to drip down into the food anyway.
As soon as I'm clean enough the man trades the now much less full tube of sanitary wipes for the pizza and cutlery.
It tastes just as good as I hoped!
The pizza only lasts a few minutes before I shovel the last of it into my mouth and swallow. Glynda looks a bit green from some reason, but Ozpin looks... amused? I think that's what that looks like.
He could just be constipated. I have never seen that before but It must make you look funny.
"Hello Miss Rose." He says politely. I like polite people, politeness has rules that I can understand. Casual conversation confuses me, but if someone is very polite I can just fall back on Qrow's "rules for being a kiss-ass".
"Hello Mister Ozpin, it is a pleasure to meet you."
The man smiles again. I really need to ask Qrow next time I see him for a more detailed list of reasons people do that, I think I am missing out something here. Usually I just smile all the time which I'm told makes me looks naturally cheery.
"I see you know who I am then, that's good." He takes another sip of his coco and looks at me expectantly.
"Yes sir. You are the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, where my sister will be attending tomorrow."
"I did notice your sister's application. You are much more... polite than her I must say."
Oh how uncouth of him to subtly insult my sister. Or did he insult me? Why can't humans communicate through pheromones or something that can never be confused?
"Yang has a habit of talking before she thinks sir. She is very action oriented according to the books I have read on the subject."
"She takes after your father in that respect. He never was one to sit still. I still have nightmares sometimes of teaching your parents team. But enough small talk, I want to ask you where you learned how to do this." He places his scroll on the table a short distance from me so I can easily view the security footage of my glorious slaughter.
Ooooh gods it's so beautiful. Such pretty blood flying through the air! I can't enjoy it properly with these two here though. The little black and white version of me cleans the limbs from one thug and throws a knife into another's eye. The image is so pretty I almost squeak out a moan of pure bliss. I have to bite my lip hard to keep anything... improper from sneaking out.
"Uncle Qrow taught me."
Ozpins eyes widen in shock. Why would he be surprised? He knows what kind of work Qrow does, he is his boss after all.
"Qrow taught you how to do that to other people? I was under the assumption he was simply mentoring you in your scythe work."
Well he was for a while. Eventually things... expanded.
"He does sir. He says humans are often the worse monsters so I have to be prepared to fight them most of all. Dad doesn't agree with him so we keep it a secret."
Father almost threw Qrow out of our lives for good when he figured out he was training me to be a hunter. It took almost a year of cajoling and begging from Yang and I before he caved in. According to Qrow he saw me as some sort of surrogate Summer.
Whatever that means.
"With his past I can understand him doing such things, as unfortunate as it is. Would you care to explain why you were so... thorough?"
Thorough? I guess that's one way to put it! Oh man this guy makes me want to crack up!
"Well sir if I go in order if will be easiest to explain. The first one threatened me with a weapon and I reacted in accordance with Uncle Qrows training. Afterwords I had to make sure the old man who runs the shop was okay so I went looking for any more criminals."
"And once you found them? Why attack instead of telling them to surrender?"
I shake my head. Was this man some sort of simpleton? He couldn't be if he is head of an academy. Perhaps he is testing me.
"Impossible sir. The numbers advantage they had over me was far too great, combined with my small stature and young age they would never have simply surrendered. I decided that criminals who would swing a weapon at a child were too dangerous to wait out and let them leave, and sense I wouldn't be able to get them to retreat normally, I would have to assault them and drive them away."
Boy what a mouthful. The best part is technically it is kind of almost not entirely a lie.
"And afterwards, when you went back to them after they were neutralized?"
"Qrow said you should always finish off anyone who is dying. Both because they might have a semblance that makes them remain a threat and to prevent unnecessary suffering by prolonging their passing."
That was 100% what Qrow told me... To say to Ozpin if I ever got in trouble.
"And how would you explain this?"
Another tap of the scroll and it showed me dragging the flailing man off camera.
He's upset about that? Of all things?
Me putting that pitiful creature out of its misery?
That thing tried to kill me. They all tried to kill me. If I was a pathetic untrained weakling I would have died. How dare those pathetic little piles of trash dare think they can kill me!? Those fucking animals! NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO KILL ME! YOU HEAR ME?! NO FUCKING PERSON GETS TO ATTACK ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT!
My mouth closes with a click. How much of that did I say out loud?
Based on both professors shocked looks, quite a bit of it. If Glynda's mouth widens any more she will trip over the damn thing.
"It's okay Miss Rose. No one blames you for what you did. Better people than me have done far worse in the heat of the moment."
Breath in. Breath out. Nice calming breaths.
Let the anger flow out of my body.
"Thank you for saying that sir. I haven't been having the best day."
"I can understand. If I may ask, what was wrong before the events at the store, and why were you out so late?"
"I was... frustrated sir. My sister is leaving to go to your school tomorrow and I won't see her for months. I have never had someone leave me before so I didn't know how to properly respond to it. I tried to contact your school to attempt to gain early admission but as far as I know no one ever got my letters."
I sent so many letters. Sometimes several a day trying to gain admission or an interview with someone at the school. I know I am far above the minimum requirements in everything but age, but that had been waved in the past. I hoped my own abilities would warrant that as well.
"Well Miss Rose, I think I have something that might just improve your day."
I show the man my very practiced sarcastic smile. It took so much work to learn but I get a lot out of it.
"Even better than the pizza sir?"
He chuckles at my antics. That or I accidentally made a funny face instead of smiling.
"I certainly think so. Miss Rose, how would you like to attend my school tomorrow alongside your sister?"
"More than anything in the world sir."
Other than locking the front door of an apartment building and going door to door killing every single person in the building.
"The bullhead from Patch leaves at 3PM tomorrow as I think you already know. All the paperwork will be taken care of before you leave so no need to worry."
My fake smile widens. This one might even be real, but there's no way to know.
What a wonderful day today has been.
Welcome to the bottom!
So that chapter was one heck of a ride. I've never been that good at writing combat, or dialogue, so this chapter really put some strain on me. I need the practice though so i forced myself through it regardless. This was very fun to write though. It came slowly, but murderous Ruby is quite fun.
I am kinda going for her personality to be, "I have no fucking clue how these fake-people work when im not torturing them to death." So often times she is just confused as hell about normal people.
Not much else to say, other than when ruby was coated in blood i wanted her to yell, "Look I'm a tampon!"
So time for some reviews!
herpaderp: No plan to abandon this. I enjoy writing weird shit, especially fucked up weird shit.
kharaki takan: thank you! And yeah it was a biiiiit too excessive hahaha. Decided to go more with Ruby just not understanding sex at all. Its kinda adorable if you ignore the bloodthirsty murder thing.
thoseweirdpeople: you bet it is!
jack the spades: congratz, you are officially the longest review i have ever received! Too answer some of your thoughts in no particular order, I plan on having some "doakes following dexter" type stuff at some point. Neo will be making alot of appearances, hence why i tagged her. I do plan on continuing this (kinda obvious since i have posted a chapter i guess but whatever). I might increase or adjust the bloody fucked up craziness as i go depending on the situation. Or just if I just feel like writing torture porn i guess. I actually have read all three of those stories you mentioned and really enjoyed them! Or, enjoy them i guess for the ones still being updated. Thanks for your kind words as well.
sonkan91: yeah understandable. the level of over the top violence will probably be adjusted on a case by case basis and will likely take some time for me to find a balance. At the very least, sex will probably never be involved in anything.
RCT-555: thank you! I have some plans building for Ruby Blake interactions. Should be fun.
And thats all! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I really enjoy reading them even if they are just a few words. I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter despite it being incredibly bloody. I know some people are freaked out by blood in any form, but they probably didn't make it all the way this far so they will never see this anyway!
See you in a few.
