Hello again. Just a heads up, the cover picture is basically what this mystery man looks like. Or, looked like. We left off with him being naked in an alleyway. What a cliffhanger. I assure you, he probably wont be doing that again anytime soon. Now that were past that, I don't own RWBY, only my characters and ideas, lets get to the good part.
"Ooooooooaaaaaahhhhuuuuuuu." Was the first sound I made when I woke up.
My head was killing me. I was in a bed. I don't even remember passing out. Too much shit to deal with in the morning, I tell ya. What's more, I could swear I heard a gasp or something, which made sense, since I was possibly in some strangers house. Hell, I might have broken in, found a bed, and said 'fuck it, I'm tired anyway'. Or, a stranger decided to abduct me and treat me like a child, or slave, or whatever kink they got going on. These are all real possibilities here people. I'm hoping for the former.
"Oh my! Your awake! Hold on, I'll be right back!" Said a wondrous female voice, her words a soothing melody compared to the migraine I was suffering from.
"Noooo" I pleaded in a soft whisper "Come back ladyyyyy. I neeeed you."
Fortunately, my prayers were answered as I could hear her come back up. When she drew near me, placing down something next to me on a nightstand presumably, she pulled up a chair and sat down. Now, since my head was hurting somethin' real fierce, I had yet to open my eyes. The light, combined with the strength needed to simply lift the dam things, would put too much effort into something that would inevitably make my head even worse.
"Sorry about that, I hadn't expected you to wake up all of a sudden so I went downstairs and got you some water."
"Thank you." I whispered, the ability to talk normally crawling back at a sloths pace.
"Your quiet welcome. I must say, you gave me quite a scare when I found in front of my Inn."
"Wait a minute... what chu talkin' about?" I asked, my eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.
"You were lying on my door step, bleeding all over. You were also... well, you were naked. Don't worry though, when I dressed you I didn't peek, I swear!" Her voice rose in pitch when she mentioned my nudity. Heh. Still got it.
"I bet you didn't."
"I swear to you, I didn't look." She repeated, flustered by my shenanigans.
"It's okay, I forgive ya. But uh, I'm not naked now right?"
"No, after I tended to your wounds I put the essentials on. Unfortunately, I could only wrap your more intimate areas, since I feared attempting to put more on would lead to your wounds acting up."
'How thoughtful.'
"Say, you wouldn't happen to know where I am right now would ya?"
"Oh, your in my Inn, 'The Knights Maid'. My father was the one who named it, but now my siblings and I run the place. We don't get as much attention as we used to, but were still in business."
"Ah. Alright then." I say as I try to sit up, only for a sharp pain in my everywhere to stop me, making me hiss. I feel soft hands grip my shoulders, coercing me down.
"Please don't try to move to much, you were badly injured when I found you."
As I lay back on the bed, I attempt to open my eyes. Thankfully, my caretaker had taken the time to dim the lights so I only had to blink away the fog that rested in my retinas. Once I got to looking around, I found the room I was in to be entirely made of wood, like I was in a cabin or something. The walls were bare, save for some stray candles that lined the walls, but it gave of that 'homey' vibe. Real comfortable place to sleep, all things considered. The bed was very soft as well, multiple layers of blankets covering me made me feel all warm and fuzzy. On the nightstand was a glass of water, along with... the mask. I had to force my head away, for that was definitely not something I felt like dealing with at the moment. When I turned my head away though, I came face to face with my savior. She was...
"Gorgeous."
"Oh, uh, t-thank you."
I didn't even realize my mistake, too enraptured by her beauty. She had short auburn hair, falling just past where her ears would be if they weren't covered by it, along with pale-ish skin that held a face that looked so dam innocent, a child would have lose to it. Completing the head was her light green eyes, staring at me while a blush covered her cheeks. She wore a simple outfit, a long yellow dress that went to her knees, thinning around the waist area. I couldn't really see any farther than that because her legs were mostly out of view, being so close to the bed. There was one feature I came back to though, something I hadn't noticed my first go. Atop of her head stood two pointy, cat-like ears, the fur the same shade as her hair. I found myself staring for a bit too long as she gave a nervous cough, snapping me out of my stupor.
"Well, it's nice your awake and all, and I'd normally just let you rest, but I would like some explanation. If you can't right now that fine, I would just like one eventually in case it's something bad."
"Oh, uuhhhh, yeah, sure."
...
"Oh! Sorry, I kind of spaced out there." She gave me a kind smile, melting away that barrier around my heart. Goddamit lady, your seriously testing me here.
"It's all right. Like I said, you don't have to do it now, but I would like one some time soon." She placed a hand on mine, and I could feel my heart flutter. "I'm worried that whatever happened to you might happen again. I don't want that to happen to you, regardless of background."
"Was I that bad?"
"Look for yourself." She grabs my arm and slowly unwraps the dressings I had yet to notice littered my body. When she finally undid a small segment, she showed me my arm.
It was terrible. Slashes covered my arm, some small, some large, but all equally intense. They didn't seem fresh, but were still a ways away from healing. I gave my arm back to her and began to wrap the coverings up again. When she was done, she turned towards me with a frown, worry evident on her face.
"I didn't take you to a hospital because you were in such a bad shape. By the time you were stable, I couldn't see you moving without reopening your wounds so I kept you here."
I took a moment to sit up, ignoring her (and my body's) protests, and gave a look at my semi-bandaged hand. My fingers took some scars, but they weren't nearly as bad as my arm. It was... weird. Seeing what happened when I took off the mask. It felt like I was different than before. Like something wasn't the same. Like... I threw the blankets covering my legs to the side, revealing legs longer than the bed itself, and a pair of briefs around my waist.
"Unfortunately, your a bit taller than I expected, so the bed couldn't fit all of you. Sorry."
"Where's the restroom?" I asked, my tone devoid of emotion. She gave a slight jump in the change of attitude before responding.
"It's just down the hall. Here, let me help- wha-hey!" She let out a surprised gasp as I stood to my full height in an instant.
I trudged to the door, feeling the sting of my body's recovery fighting against me. I opened the door, continuing to walk into the hall. Inside was an assortment of different doors, so I just chose the one nearest. Fortune was on my side, as I picked the exact place I needed to go. When I arrived, I took a look at myself in the mirror, only to find a face covered in bandages. My patience worn thin, and I started to forcefully rip off all of the gauze and bandages until I found my face, covered in cuts, staring back at me. Except there was one thing wrong. Completely wrong.
This was not my face.
I did not have short spiked up black hair. I was not this tall, nearly hitting the doorframe. I continued to remove bandages covering my chest, revealing to me an unfamiliar body. I was not this skinny, or muscular, or pale. I did not have cheekbones so straight and solid it seemed like I was always grimacing. I looked at my hands. I did not have these rough and calloused hands. None of this was mine, not a single bit, and as I looked my self in the eyes, I found the final, unavoidable, inevitable change.
I did not have blood red eyes, so sharp and focused they cut through the souls of any who stared into them for a second to long.
"This is not me." I could feel myself start to shake.
"W-what do you mean? Are you o-okay?"
WHAM
"Oh my god! Why did you do that?!"
So it was real. The burning in my cheek told me so. He glared at me, for he knew it was wrong. The man in the mirror. I know. I can't do a dam thing about it, but I know. I am someone else. I am not me. I am not him. I am a new person. Again. I could feel my anger rising. First I turn into that... thing. Now, even as I escape it itself, its affects persist. I raised my arm, ready to send this false image into oblivion, when I noticed something that immediately brought me back to earth. I saw her in the reflection.
She was terrified.
She watched with a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. I blinked my own in response. What was I doing? Was I about to take out my anger on someone else, someone who was caring and brave enough to take me in when I was seriously injured? What would prove? Exactly how different I was? No, I was not about to force myself onto this woman because I couldn't handle my own problems. I turned to her, noticing her take a step back, and went to my knees. Even then she was only a head taller than I.
"I... I am so sorry. You didn't deserve to see that. No one like you deserves my anger. It shouldn't have happened, and whatever I can do to make it up to you, I'll do it. Even if it means leaving you alone for the rest of my days, I'll honor it." She had a look of confusion on her face, not that I blame her. I'm confused too.
"I- I think I'll be fine. Just, please, don't do that again. It was scary." She removed her hand moved it to her back, where she was no doubt wringing her hands, wondering what to do with me.
"Thank you. I swear, I'll make it up to you somehow." I said, still on my knees. She gave me a light, delicate smile.
"Well, you could start by standing up." As soon as I did, I hit my head on the doorframe.
"Ow."
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" She rushed over to my side, pulling my shoulder down to get a good look at my head.
"I think I'll last." She had me basically squatting now as she turned my head this way and that. At last, she gave a sigh and returned my head.
"Well, I don't see ant bleeding so that's good. However!" She pointed a finger at my chest, and only now did I notice she had a tail swinging around behind her.
"You mister, need to get back into bed so I can redo those bandages." I looked down nd sure enough, all that was left was tattered remains.
"Sorry about that."
"It's fine, so long as you cooperate. Now come one, you need to lie down and I need to find some more medical supplies."
She led me back into the room, where I sat on the edge of the bed. When she left to get supplies, I sighed deeply and thought about just what I had found. I was a new man. My actions though, were nothing short of childish. If I couldn't control my anger in moments like that, I could seriously mess things up for me here. Not to mention, I have to get used to being nearly two feet taller than I used to be. There was so many things I needed to do, so many things I needed to learn. But for right now, all I could do was wait. I gave another long sigh. This was gonna be tough.
Once I was done with my inner monologue, I heard the medical lady come back up the stairs. Perhaps I should start my list with asking her name. She rounded the corner into the room holding a large red box with a white 'x' on it. Or it was a plus sign, I don't know. Either way, she opened it up and produced various amounts of medical supplies which were going to be used on me. Great.
"Hey, are you a nurse?" I asked, my voice change very prominent. It sounded deeper than before, but not by a huge margin. Her ears perked up at the question, causing me to smile, which in turn made her blush.
"Well, I used to be a doctor actually. But, things changed and now I'm here, running the Inn." She seemed a bit sad about it, so I changed the subject.
"Hmm. Well, here's another one for you. What's your name?" This one caused her to stop unpacking the box and look up at me.
"Selena. It's Selena Rosewood. What's yours?" That made me think. What is my name? Before I could actually think of one, I blurted out the first I could think of.
"Victor. I don't remember my last name." She tilted her head at the odd response.
"You don't remember?"
"No. I can't remember anything really. All I can remember is waking up here." Okay, it wasn't a total truth, but I was completely lying either. I really didn't remember much. She gave me a sad smile.
"Well then I guess I'll have to help you remember." I smiled back at her. I may not have been the best she could ask for, but she decided to let me stay, so I was going to make sure she made the right choice.
"Thank you. For everything."
"Your welcome."
After that we sat in a comfortable silence as she began tending to my wounds, for the second time. I will make this work. I'll work for it. I won't let this just slip by.
I was going to do everything in my power to make a mark on the world, in the best way I could. My own way.
That settles that. Any questions, things like that, feel free to ask. Or don't, I really don't care. I mean I do, but I'm gonna continue this whether you review or Pm me or not. So yeah. Bye bye.