This story is written by yours truly and co-written by my girlfriend, [thegirlfriendoftheauthor]. Warning, this story is graphic in detail. Those who are sensitive to gore, sexual violence, and rape, please refrain from this chapter. The author doesn't condone any of the things protrayed in this story. Those who are able to deviate fantasy from reality, continue to read. Thanks and Happy Reading!
The sky became dark and low with ominous black clouds and the wind picked up, howling, crying, warning, baying like a wolf into the night. The first crack of lightning rented the air and within seconds the rolling boom of the thunder reverberated overhead. Soon the rain fell, slow to start, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. Then it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. It pounded on the roof as if it were demanding entrance.
This night will set the tone for the things to come.
And it will never be the same for Jaune Arc.
It all started with one phone call.
It was Lie Ren's suggestion that he and Nora were to go clubbing on this night. Jaune lied back in bed as he watched his roommate/teammate buttoned the last part of his sleeve. He looked quite dashing, sporting the cologne that Nora got for him for his birthday and wearing the clothes that Nora also got for him as a gift. The white long-sleeved buttoned-down and the blue jeans suited the brunette as he felt confident in his clothing.
It was confirmed as Jaune was giving him a thumbs up.
"Looking good, buddy," said Jaune as he was tossing his soccer ball in the air. "The ladies will be on the prowl tonight." He snickered as he caught the ball. "Do you need anything to protect your crown jewels?"
Lie Ren smirked, but kept his composure. He pulled his sword protection sleeve out of his back pocket. "Ready and reared to go for her pleasure." He winked to his blonde roommate. "If she can't get enough of my loving, then I have extra."
"Lie Ren on the prowl is more of the subject," howled Jaune loudly before the pair began laughing. Jaune reached to his nightstand to find his scroll, but decided against whatever he was planning to do with it.
Lie Ren looked into the mirror once more before turning to Jaune. "Now, this doesn't look like 'Hey, look at me?'" He had feminized his voice, wondering to Jaune that his outfit wasn't emasculating.
"I said it looked good, man," answered Jaune. "What's the worry?"
Lie Ren blushed. "I just want to make sure that I am looking good. I want to have fun tonight is all."
Jaune sat up. "Easy, easy. It's all about being yourself and having some fun. Girls come when they see a confident man." He cracked his knuckles. "Everybody knows that."
"Then why can't you come," questioned Lie Ren with a worrisome look on his face. "We can use the third wheel. The club already knows that me and Nora aren't an item."
Jaune's smiled disappeared. He looked to his scroll on the nightstand. He rubbed the back of his shoulder, alleviating any imaginary pain that was present to disguise what was within. "I have my reasons." He returned to the bed and grabbed the soccer ball as he threw it in the air.
Lie Ren looked at Jaune meticulously, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't manage it. Better yet, he couldn't produce the words that he wanted to say to his best friend. Deep within, Lie Ren knew the reason. He hated that he was there to witness it. He hated to see Jaune's anguish and embarrassment. He knew that the blonde took plenty of heart and courage to convince the Ice Queen to go out with him. The results were the same as her demeanor and personality, cold. Jaune didn't look at anything, staring at the wall. Lie Ren edged forward, but was interrupted by the opening of the door.
"Evening, my darlings," cried Nora as she came inside the room in a smiling manner. She swayed her hips as she came to Jaune's bed. Nora didn't hesitate as she surprisingly kissed the blonde on his lips. Before he could respond, she aimed for his lips once more. She broke the kiss, sitting up and licking her lips while rubbing her stomach.
"Nothing beats a taste of this Vomit Boy," she said while she continued to rub her stomach. "Always delicious and tasty."
"Yeah," said Jaune as if he was unfazed on the act that Nora did.
Nora looked to Lie Ren. With their similar proclivities, they were thinking the same thing.
Is our Jaune still upset about Weiss?
More than you can image, Nora. Cold as ice.
Jaune furrowed his eyebrows before feeling the gentle touch of Nora's hands. "Jaune." She took another breath as she thought of finding something without tearing more of his feelings. "Would it be better if you come to the club with us? You can shake your worries off. You can boogie with us."
Lie Ren sat at the foot of the bed. He bumped his fist on Jaune's leg. "Yeah, it's the weekend before holiday. Everybody is going to be there. Cinder, Salem, Ruby, Yang, Cardin, Amber, Mercury, plenty of people to have fun and relax."
Jaune sighed. "Look, guys. Thanks, but I don't want to be there if you know...if she is there."
Nora slapped his thigh. "Jaune," she pouted. "Don't let one person spoil your good time." She grabbed his leg. "Please, Jaune, we need our group together to have a great time. Don't be a poor sport."
Lie Ren began poking his finger at Jaune's stomach. Nora began slapping his thigh.
"Jauney," said Lie Ren.
"Vomit Boy," said Nora.
"Jaune."
"Jauney Bravo."
"Jaune of Arc."
"Nora's Arc."
Despite the ticklish pleads of his best friends, it was enough to change his mind. He had his reasons for not going out clubbing and that was final.
"Guys, guys," said Jaune as he told them to stop. "Thank you, both of you. I really appreciate what you guys are doing. But, I want some time alone. For me!" He crossed his legs as he gave his friends room. "Weiss was important thing to me. I really liked her. Confessing was one of the hardest things next to telling you guys I had cheated to get here." He cracked his knuckles as he stared at the caring eyes. "It took courage and I glad I did. I just didn't expect her cold response. It was disheartening, okay?"
Nora wanted to protest, but felt the hand of Lie Ren.
"Let's go," said Lie Ren with an absolute expression on his face. Nora didn't like it as she looked at Jaune.
"Let's go," said Lie Ren again.
"Fine," she uttered to Lie Ren.
Lie Ren reminded Nora to get her purse as they were gathering to leave the dorm. Nora turned to Jaune. "I have some leftover food in the microwave if you get hungry."
"Let's go, Nora," said Lie Ren as he grabbed Nora to leave.
"I have a few movies from my collection if you want to borrow," said Nora strainingly.
"Let's go, Nora," said Lie Ren as he attempted to push her out of the door frame.
"Call me, if you change your mind."
"Let's go, princess!"
"Seriously! I am a phone call away!"
"Let's go!"
Jaune continued to hear her say suggestion until he heard the door closed. Jaune looked at his soccer ball once more before tossing the ball at the window. Frustration was not the best choice of words that he was feeling right now. He was upset. His brain was going in many different directions at once. His brain still rattled on the things Weiss had said to him that following afternoon.
What makes you think I have the brain cells to go out with you?
There is no way in hell I would go out with a Vomit Boy.
You must have forgotten that Schnee rhymes with prestige. No way in hell you defecting my bloodline.
Dream on, Arc. Stop while you're ahead. Your head will be stuck in the clouds, so you might as well get used to it.
Tears blinded his vision on those harsh words. There were many things Weiss Schnee could be: uptight, high strung, spoiled and pampered. He didn't know that her harsh use of words were to be added to her repertoire.
Two hours later….
Rain sliddered down the window. He knew that the downpour was going to be heavy. With a strong surge of emotion of his mind and as well as his hunger. He concluded to why not aid the feeling with Nora's leftovers. And on his way back to his room, he could get Nora's movies to watch.
His plans for the rest of the night: watch a movie, eat leftovers, and go to bed.
At least the blonde had the weekend and the holiday before it cooled down. Knowing for Weiss, she would be gone for the holiday, giving some reason to walk the campus without seeing the white-haired child.
He closed the microwave as he grabbed his pancakes with eggs and bacon. He held a few of Nora's movie in his hands. He used his mouth to grab his drink as he ventured to his bedroom.
He sat on the bed and took a bite of his pancakes. He was going to search for a movie until he had heard the phone ring. He looked to his watch. It was a few minutes after ten in the evening.
I hope to God that it isn't Nora or Lie Ren. Normally, it takes about two hours before they get stoned, drunk, or drunk and stoned. Amazing how those two can be a force together and they aren't a couple?
He reached for his scroll as it rang. He saw that it was an unknown number. Seeing to it that it could be a telemarketer, he declined the call.
He put the scroll down and returned to his meal. He took a mouthful of pancakes until he heard the scroll ring again.
It was the same unknown number.
Jaune declined the call once more.
Damn! I am not even old enough to rent an airship and they want to bombard me with calls?
The scroll rang again. It was the same unknown number.
Annoyed, he decided to answer this time.
"Hello," asked Jaune in a calm manner.
"Hi, Good evening," responded the voice. The voice was flat. He couldn't tell if it was a male or a female.
"Good evening," said Jaune. "How can I help you?"
"I wanted to see if Mary was there," asked the caller.
"Oh, sorry," answered Jaune. "You have the wrong number."
"I do," asked the caller. "I apologize."
"Hey, it's cool," said Jaune as he took a bite of his bacon. "It happens!"
As he was getting ready to hang up, the voice called for him.
"You...you...seemed kind of troubled," asked the voice in a concerning tone. "Is everything alright?"
In his mind, he questioned to whether answer that to a complete stranger. As he contemplated on hanging up, a notification came on his scroll. He clicked on it to his Facebook page and nearly bit his lip on the image.
It was Weiss, clothed in the finest of clothes. Her white dress matched a bright moonlight in a clear sky. Her necklace was whiter than the purest pearl. Her glowing face, displaying her excitement in the club, along with many others that he knew. His eyes widened when he saw an alleged best friend wrapping his arms tenderly around Weiss' hips. That was Lie Ren's arms around her hips. That wasn't her hands holding it tightly. That wasn't her neck that he was kissing. That wasn't her tongue sticking out to the photo as the others were holding their drinks and throwing peace signs and middle fingers.
That wasn't Nora throwing peace signs in the camera. That wasn't the very friends that were having a good time on his behalf. Lie Ren wouldn't do that to Jaune. They were best friends, roommates, teammates.
Lie Ren and Nora wouldn't betray a friendship. His chest expanded as he sighed loudly.
It took the voice from the other end to return him to reality.
"Hello, is everything alright," questioned the caller.
"No, I mean, yeah, I mean. I don't know," responded Jaune calmly as he displayed his defeat by exiting the picture from his scroll. He returned to the bed, grabbing his forehead to the shocking moment that was caught on camera.
"You know, I know that this is a wrong number, but I am always the type to be a caring person," said the voice as they laughed. "Sorry, a little humor. Are you willing to talk?"
He wiped the tears from his eyes. "Talk to you? I don't know you. I mean, you are a…"
"Wrong number? I know," replied the caller. "I just...I mean your voice sounded concerning is all. And I don't like to see people in a rut is all."
He sighed heavily. "What do I have to lose?" He cracked his knuckles and adjusting himself to his bed. His supposed friends were too busy having fun with his crush, so they wouldn't be any help. He wouldn't go to his sisters and mother to discuss it, fearing that they would side with Weiss and his so-called friends. On the phone, there was a person who was willing to give him a listen. Also, it was free advice and it was company. He decided to ponder on it for a few moments until he felt suitable enough to hang up.
"So...so what should I call you?"
The call coughed. "Sid. Call me Sid."
"Sid? Is that a boy or a girl's name?"
"What I am shouldn't matter. Who I am is the case to be of service for you."
"Not dodging or judging. I am curious. Are you boy? Are you a girl?"
"Call me a friend. Call me Sid."
They were certain about that answer. Jaune questioned why he was giving that person that much of his time? Loneliness? Seeking attention? Wanting to be recognized? Regardless of his thoughts, there was a person who was willing to give him time.
What could go wrong, he thought. It is just a telephone call.
At the club, about an hour earlier….
Inside the club it was like dancing on the Northern Lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. The music played over the dance floor as if had fused with the bodies.
The mood was fused with the heavy rap bass music and alcohol. At the center of the dancefloor, Ruby Rose was in the center, entranced in her own style of dance. She was dancing with another boy that didn't matter to her. He was a nobody. She wasn't sure if he was a student at Beacon Academy or a villager, she just wanted to dance. The music was at it's jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as she changed sides. She was in all grins, she looked like an idiot and she didn't care. Within herself, she was just happy, happy and more alive than she could ever be in school. She felt the part of her that was really her to come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let my body go free. One moment, one brilliant feeling of togetherness suspended in time.
The only problem was that Jaune Arc was missing in the element.
The rap turned into electronica music, which made her slow down. The boy asked her for a drink.
She left before he could even finish his sentence.
She returned to her table where the members of Team RWBY, CFVY, Nora, Lie Ren, and a few others were sitting. Because of its large group, it was divided into three tables. She sat with her team and the remaining members of JNPR. The sound of laughter filled the table, as well as alcohol and spirits and admittedly, drugs were present as well.
Blake had a connect with a friend from the village who scored her a crystalline rapier jam laced with DMT at its purest form. Ruby watched as she saw her teammate cut a few lines before inhaling it in her nose. She shouted in blind delight as she passed the straw to Weiss. Weiss delighted herself in snorting the substance before laughing. She went again and sniffed another line.
"Drinks are on me in this bitch, ladies," Weiss screamed loudly as the others celebrating.
"Shit, thank Oum for this fucking holiday," replied Yang as she took a shot of Everclear. "I didn't think we could have a holiday."
"Here, here, blondie," said Nora as she poured a glass. Meanwhile, Lie Ren took a sip of soda as he was the designated driver for the group. "Take it easy, lightweight," said Lie Ren. "I am not going to carry your ass over the stairs."
"I bet if it was Jauney, you would do it," replied Nora as she laughed, blowing alcohol on his breath.
"Fuck off," replied Lie Ren as he pushed Nora aside.
Blake, while pouring another line of powder on the table, looked to the surrogate siblings. "Speaking of which, where is Jauney anyway?"
"Home," answered Lie Ren. "Didn't feel well. Didn't want to go out tonight."
Yang widened her eyes. Ruby was quiet, just observing when hearing Jaune's name mentioned.
"Vomit Boy didn't want to go out," she questioned while placing her hand on her forehead. "Did he forget on this being one of the biggest parties of this semester?"
Nora shrugged her shoulders. "Jauney wasn't in the mood. He said he was stress."
Weiss didn't display any emotion. She looked to Nora and Lie Ren before taking her straw to ingest some more powder. She snorted two lines before jerking her head up. "Typical coward," she said. "Can never face a challenge when he gets denied. Defenseless and weak." She returned to snort another line.
"Weiss, where is this coming from," questioned Yang.
"Don't worry your head about it," replied Weiss as she rubbed through her hair. "Jaune just have to learn to take wins and losses. Even if the gift isn't his, doesn't mean he can search for others." She furrowed her eyebrows. "He has to learn to toughen up." She shook her head. "No way in hell would you fuck with my bloodline."
Lie Ren became concerned. As he reached over to the distress Weiss, she grabbed him by his arm. "Now, this is a real man," she said. She turned to Ruby. "Take notes, Ruby, for what you think you call a man is miniscule honestly."
Ruby, who remained quiet, wanted to give her teammate a piece of her mind for the way she talked about Jaune. She wrapped her fist tightly, knowing she wanted to display her true feelings, but recanting. She looked to floor, still thinking about the incident that occurred between Jaune and Weiss.
She was hiding behind the tree in the corridor when Jaune attempted to serenade Weiss.
Before Ruby could speak, she saw Weiss tapped the table.
"Junge," she shouted to the waiter. "More drinks on this table. This snow white wants to turn into black ice." Weiss allured herself to Lie Ren. "And speaking of black ice." Lie Ren blushed as Weiss pushed herself to him.
Ruby excused herself from the table, telling the others that she was heading for the restroom. Ruby silently told Oum that Weiss should be thankful for the loud music to muffle up her true feelings.
Bitch!
Ruby decided to go to the restroom where she could ease her thoughts. If she would have left the club, then she wouldn't be able to return. Plus, there was a storm brewing and she didn't bring her umbrella.
Also, she didn't trust anyone watching her teammates/friendships unless it was under her care. Ruby wasn't a drinker. She couldn't care for the taste of liquor.
However, there was one type of invigorating substance that she couldn't get enough.
And that was the scent of Jaune.
She uttered loudly to the thought as she went inside of the restroom. The girls were lined up to the end of the hallway. Knowing that she needed to use it, she decided to risk it and took the men's restroom.
The toilet festered in a dehydrated puddle of urine. Under the filth, hair and smears it was white porcelain. The underside of the seat was stained a nasty dark yellow and the stench of sewage filled the windowless room in which it sat. The toilet bowl itself was alive with pink bacteria. Ruby gagged. She would had rather find a bush than use it.
She sighed slightly as she put her purse on the sink counter. Before heading for the toilet, she decided to give herself a look. As she was straightened herself out, the door opened.
It was the gentleman that she had danced with earlier. Upon seeing her, he displayed a smug, but heavy smile. When seeing that, it made Ruby uncomfortable.
"There you are, my desert rose," said the man. Ruby could tell that he was drunk especially by the sound of his heavy tongue. "I didn't get a chance to offer you that drink."
Ruby kept her eyes on him. She kept a calm composure but knew she was in danger. The man walked to the bathroom door where he locked the door. Ruby hesitated, but he extended his hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, little lady," he said. "I just want to talk is all."
"Does talking require you to lock the door," questioned Ruby as she stepped back a few paces.
He shook his head. "No! It's doesn't hurt to have some alone time." He walked forward. "Where it is not that loud. I can talk to you. And we can catch up." He smiled while nodding his head. "You danced great out there, little lady."
Ruby grabbed her purse. She still kept calm. "Thanks, sir. Look, if you want money, I can give you money. I don't want trouble."
The man paused, placing his hand on his chest. "Trouble? Of course, there won't be any trouble. For as long if you do as I say, then everything will be okay."
"I have friends out there. They would be looking for me."
The man smirked. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wish they teach little girls like you a thing or two about chivalry." He circled around Ruby as she kept her guard. "I have observed you, my dear. Watch your friends, your group. I must say, kids, kids, kids. I knew that kids would do anything for booze. All you need is money, little missy." He extended his hands. "I told the bartender that drinks were on your group all night." She watched as his teeth widened from ear to ear. "I think we have all night to do some getting to know each other."
Ruby tried to walk away, but was held around her waist. She felt her back pressed against his chest.
"Easy, easy, easy, little lady," said the man. "I wouldn't bargain for trouble." He took her hand and pressed it to something sturdy. "This partner of mine doesn't see nothing but a target. It penetrates with sheer force. My partner is not-so-friendly and he comes with a guard to keep things quiet." Ruby felt the fear as his nose was pressed against her neck. "You smell good, little lady." Ruby's eyes widened as she felt his tongue against her neck. "You taste good, too. Like a desert rose."
He continued with her hand, extending from his pocket to his groin. She felt the pressure of his groin, which gave her disgust. "Well, you see this other partner of mine is much friendlier than that mean ole' partner. What this partner likes to do is to explore and have fun. That's all."
Ruby felt the kisses coming down from her neck. She squirmed, but it only made it rougher for the man.
"I am going to give you two options. And I think you want to return to your friends, don't you." He grinned loudly. "Let me have some fun or my other friend can have some fun." He shrugged. "I don't know which deal is better. Blood on your forehead or blood on my dick."
Ruby screamed, but felt the harsh grip of the man. "Shut up, bitch." The man took Ruby by her hips and dragged her into the bathroom stall. He tossed her to the toilet.
The man gripped her by her throat. She croaked out a cry. She wanted to alert someone. Yang? Blake? Lie Ren? Nora?
Jaune?
"What did I tell you about shutting the hell up," he responded with anger, tightly wrapping his digits around Ruby's neck. "Did you really want to die tonight?" While keeping a hold to his neck, he unzipped his pants, exposing his throbbing member.
It looked angry, staring at Ruby in the face. It smelled weird. For a moment, Ruby questioned on the time frame of the man's last bath. It was pulsating, leaking precum every few seconds. Through the stare, Ruby saw the man. However, the hard breath was also turning in a form of laughter.
"It seems to me that my dick has pacified your worries," said the man. "That is why a good daughter needs a pacifier to calm down when they are get upset, my desert rose." He nudged his dick closer to Ruby, rubbing its juices on her cheek. "God, your cheeks are soft. I don't remember having such soft cheeks in my past endeavors." He shrugged. "No matter, for it is time to have some bonding." He pressed his dick toward Ruby's lips, smearing any precum on her lips. "Look at my desert rose applying lip gloss. Are you that happy for your little pacifier."
She kept her mouth closed. There was no way she was going to allow another man to pick his dick in her mouth. It didn't go without notice from the irritated man.
"Playing disobedient again, aren't we," he questioned Ruby. "Well, we just can't have that now. Can we?"
He forcefully grabbed his fingers at Ruby's nose, causing her no other choice but to open her mouth. Upon opening, the man entered his dick inside Ruby's warm compartment. She gagged at the response. As much she tried resisting, the man kept a stronghold to her.
"Shut up, calm down, and take this dick," said the man while pressing his dick forward into Ruby's mouth. "Damn your mouth pussy is warm. Very soft, yes. Take this dick like a lullaby, princess."
Ruby cried as she tasted the saltiness of the man's dick. It tasted of sardines and it was tightly gagging her throat. She wanted to vomit, the intense smell was getting to her. She began kicking, but was quickly stopped by the man as he pressed his legs, stopping her.
"Oh, God," cried the man. "Moan to daddy, my desert rose. Make daddy feel good. Take this cock as a symbol of our love. Yes, oh God, yes."
She began crying as he knew there was no stopping her mouth being raped from the stranger's dick.
"You are getting quiet. That is fine, but put that mouth to work. Swing your tongue around. I want to quick coat your mouth with my love," he said as he leaned forward to Ruby's mouth.
Meanwhile, Ruby tried to focus on something to distract her away from the pain of his current predicament. She tried to picture her family. Being in their embrace, tightly holding them, telling how much she loved them. She focused on her teammates. She focused on Jaune. Jaune entered her mind.
She was met with a fierce slap, returning her to reality.
"You are slacking on the job," said the man angrily. "If you perform poorly, I am going to make damage on your clitty." He added. "And how in the hell am I going to get grandchildren."
Ruby whimpered as she returned sucking on his dick.
"Hell yeah, bitch," said the man. "Use that tongue. That is right. Do it for me. Do it for the others. If you want them to suffer, then take this dick, my desert rose."
As much she didn't want to, she had to comply. She closed her eyes and proceeded to suck his dick. Against her protest, she did not want to be harmed.
It went in and out of her throat. Ruby tightly wrapped her lips around the swollen member. She hoped if she made it tight enough, then he would cum.
"Trying to make your mouth pussy like a hot pocket," questioned the man while laughing. "I like that." The thrusting was getting faster and faster. She was facing his pubic hair and the constant pounding until felt the warm liquid invade her throat. The saltiness and bitterness of his milk gagged Ruby's throat. The stranger thrusted and thrusted until there was nothing left.
Without protest, Ruby swallowed his cum, leaving a small trail dripping from his chin.
"Catching on, my desert rose," said the man. "You used to swallow my cum without leaving a drop." He took the leftover cum from Ruby's chin. He rubbed it on her lips. "Suck on my finger." Without a second thought, she followed his orders. "Excellent, my dearest daughter. Oh God, I am looking forward to fucking you now."
As the man tried to remove his finger, he felt the sharpness of her teeth gnawing on his finger.
"What in the hell are you doing, bitch," he cried.
There was darkness in Ruby's eyes. The man saw that she was pupiless.
"Do you want to die, bitch," questioned the stranger until he began screaming. Pain shot through his body as well as blood coming out of his mouth. He looked down as he saw that Ruby had a knife. The knife was forced into his dick. He began straining.
"You should've never let go, you bastard," she said as she plunged the knife into his dick. She continued carving into his dick; ensuring that she was going to remove the organ. The man, with all of his might, tried to retrieve his weapon, but Ruby ensured force as she finally removed his dick from his groin.
The man screamed loudly as he saw his dick in front of him.
It wasn't long until his dick was put into his mouth. Ruby jammed it as she sat on top of him. She held his head down as his body was jerking.
With her free hand, she grabbed the knife and reach for his throat.
"Never call me a desert rose, you pervert," cried Ruby as she cut his throat.
The man stopped moving. Everything went silent.
Ruby stood on top of the man, covered in his blood. Ruby saw the scene before her as she looked on what she did.
Ruby panted a few times, observing the scene. She saw the blood covered on her hands. She took the blood and put it in her mouth. She started sucking on her fingers until they were wiped clean.
Out of nowhere, began a haughty laugh. She laughed to the ceiling as the blood spread on the restroom floor. Once she had her composure, she got up and went to the sink. She turned on the faucet and began washing her hands. She looked at herself as she began washing the blood on her face. She put some water in her mouth to cleanse any of his semen.
After she was done, she turned off the faucet. She reached for her purse. She saw the knife and retrieved it back to the purse.
She was grateful that she kept her weapon in case of something like that to occur.
Honestly, at any time, she could have retrieved the weapon to end.
But, why destroy the fun prematurely and give the man some thought that he was powerful, she thought to herself. She went into his pocket to retrieve his weapon. Judging by the weight, it was a real weapon. She put it in her purse.
She went into his other pocket and grabbed his cell phone. She looked into the light where she saw his patterns of his password. She opened the phone. The first thing she did was to go to the gallery.
She shook her head as she saw pictures of women that were potential targets. She was in many pictures, even before he had offered her to dance. As she scrolled through the gallery, she saw one particular picture.
She let out a smile for that very picture she was going to need to make Jaune hers.
She grabbed the man's jacket from the floor and used it to disguise herself from being seen. She stepped out of the restroom. She widened her eyes when seeing the Out of Order sign on the restroom door.
"He just didn't know what he was getting himself into," she said to herself. "No matter. Part of Oum's plan."
She texted her sister to let her know that she was heading home. She told her that she wasn't feeling good. She exited the club and into the village.
Throughout that time frame, she had formulated a plan on how she wanted Jaune into her life.
She thanked the stranger for two things: the feeling of killing someone and his cell phone.
Call me a friend. Call me Sid.
