The White Healer Ch. 3

Don't get used to this because I'm writing at a faster pace then I normally would. A good question got asked that I probably should of have addressed. Why doesn't Yang just rob the Schnee Dust Company? Yang is an excellent fighter and she could easily take a train of dust in her normal attire. The issue is, Yang's trying to remain anonymous. She doesn't want it to be revealed that it's her doing all of this and as a direct result, she wears heavy winter clothes and uses a standard shotgun. Well here we go, chapter 3.

Ren woke up in the middle of the night. His mind was racing, and he enjoyed the little bit of sleep that he had gotten. But his mind was trying to comprehend what Yang had told him. Despite seeing his grave and the grave of his friends, he didn't quite believe it. The knowledge that it took Yang's rage to kill this man, well Ren didn't think that someone could of have existed like that. He looked over and saw that Yang was also awake, only she held an item close to her chest. It was Ruby's cloak. Yang had taken back all of the items from the graves to avoid suspicion, and now she wasn't letting go of her sisters cloak. Ren looked to his left and saw that the items that had belonged to JNPR were next to him, a cruel reminder that he was the only one left from his team. He let out a sad sigh, and caught the attention of Yang.

"I didn't realize you were up Ren," she said.

"I can't sleep," he said. "I've been trying to comprehend what you've told me, but none of it makes any sense."

"I know. I've woken up every day for the past week, holding Ruby's cloak, hoping that she'll ask for it back. I just want to give it back to her." Ren nodded in understanding.

"Time will go by faster if we sleep," he said. Yang looked down at him and smiled.

"You're right Ren. We should get some rest." She leaned over and held the cloak close to her. They both lay awake for another hour before finally letting the exhaustion take over.

Evidence Lockup: Beacon Academy

He looked through the window. He knew that his brother had his staff when he died and if what he had seen was true, they found where his brother had been holed up. He looked around the lockup and saw what he was looking for, a white staff with a large empty crystal on top of it. He made note of where it was and he snuck it through a nearby exit. He looked quietly snuck through the lockup, looking for the landmarks that he had set in his mind. Finally, he saw a large area that was filled with nothing but swords and a single black robe and black mask. He snuck down the isle and grabbed his staff and snuck out of the lockup.

The Next Morning: Team RWBY's Dorm

Ren and Yang both woke up with the sun and they looked at each other. They wanted to go to the memorial at that instant, but it would be a foolish thing to do. He probably wasn't there yet. His conscious was clear. Yang heard a loud knock on her door, and she looked over at Ren panicked.

"No one can know you're back," she said. "Hide." Ren nodded and he leapt up from the bed. He grabbed all of the items from team JNPR and ran into the bathroom. He quickly hid in the shower. Yang stood up, still holding her sisters cloak, and answered the door. She was surprised at who was standing there.

"Hello Ms. Xiao Long," said Professor Ozpin. "May I come in."

"Of course," Yang replied. Ozpin walked into the room and sat down on Blake's former bed.

"I realize that I never asked you how you were doing. So I thought it would be appropriate to stop by."

"I'm holding up as well as I could be," Yang replied angrily.

"I understand that this must be hard, and I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through. But I need to know if you're willing to talk to some people about this. There is something that directly connects with this incident, and I need some answers for this as well."

"You know what I know! Stop asking me questions!"

"Ms. Xiao Long, I-."

"NO! I'm done listening to you and I'm not ready to keep talking about this! Get out now!" Ozpin nodded, understanding her anger. He stood up and left the dorm. As soon as he left, Yang started to cry. Ren came out of the bathroom and tried to comfort Yang.

"It's okay Yang," he said. "We'll get them back soon."

"I miss her so much," Yang said quietly. "I miss my little sister." Ren just put his arm around her and tried to comfort her.

"We should get going. He'll be waiting and we can speed up this process." Yang nodded and stood up.

The Masked Killer Memorial

He was staring off in the distance, when he heard the sound of people approaching him. He looked up and saw that Yang and Ren were making their way over.

"Hello you two," he said. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"So soon?" Asked Yang. "We're here when you said you would be around."

"True, but I would of have thought that you two would of have left for dust. Might I suggest that you give Ren similar clothing and weaponry that you used Yang?"

"More dust?" Asked Ren. "You had five crystals."

"And all of them are drained. You must understand, bringing people back from the dead isn't exactly an easy process. Thus the need for this," he pulled his hands out from behind him and revealed his staff. "This will help me channel it, and if you find more then five crystals I can do multiple revives at the same time. I suggest you hurry." He climbed on top of a nearby building and began to wait. Ren and Yang looked at each other and started to formulate a plan.

Nearby dust shop

The shopkeeper had just opened up his shop. He didn't expect anyone to show up for at least another hour. He was surprised when he heard the door open just a minute after the shop had opened up. He looked up and saw someone dressed in full winter clothes, with a scarf concealing part of their face. He looked over and nodded their way.

"A little warm out for all of that," he joked. The person quickly raised two pistols at the shopkeeper.

"Don't try anything," they said. "Don't alert any authorities. I just want all of your white dust crystals with healing properties." The shopkeeper nodded and quickly searched through his display case. He found what he was looking for, and started to fill up a case.

"Here," he said once he was finished. The person opened up the case and flipped through it.

"Only three?"

"Look, those crystals aren't in high demand. I don't get too many at a time. Please, just leave. I won't tell anyone." The person nodded and picked up the case. The shopkeeper figured he might as well let that person walk. Those particular crystals were very powerful in way of healing, and they would of have needed them badly to only request that.

The Masked Killer Memorial

He was waiting on them to return again, having already laid out all of the items that belonged to people. He saw Yang and Ren walking up to him with disappointed faces.

"You two didn't reach five did you?" He asked.

"Well," started Yang. "I got two crystals, and I don't know about Ren."

"I only got three," said Ren. The White Healer looked at both of their faces and shook his head.

"So why are you upset?" He asked. "We can do another one tonight if you can gather up enough dust. But for now, let's start with this." They looked at each other and handed over the dust cases. He carefully laid out another circle with the powder, and he made another arrangement with the crystals. Ren was watching, fascinated by all of the events taking place. The White Healer set down his staff and closed his eyes. The energy from the crystals seeped up to the empty dust crystal on top of his staff, and then a white light fell over the graves. Ren and Yang both shielded their eyes. When the light died, they looked up to see Pyrrha standing on top of her grave.

End: Questions, comments, and feedback is appreciated.