The White Healer Ch. 9
I'm starting this while there is no questions, so if one comes up it'll be addressed at the end of the chapter.
Yang was doing everything in her power to make sure that Blake stayed upright while not crushing her in a hug. Blake finally regained some thought of what was going on, and she gave a puzzled look at Yang.
"Yang," she said. "Why are you hugging me?"
"What do you remember?" Asked Yang in response.
"Something that seems like a dream. In that dream, I died and so did Weiss. But that's not right because I'm here, and so is Weiss and-." Blake was cut off when she looked around her. She saw the graves that surrounded her, one of them marked as her own. Blake's eyes then brought her to the bow that was lying on her grave. Blake's hand reached up to her head, and she backed up from Yang.
"It's okay Blake," Yang said. "We know. We learned after you died. We know that's how he drew you out." Blake's eyes were darting to the people in front of her. She realized that only Ren, Pyrrha, Weiss, and Yang were standing in front of her.
"I still don't understand," Blake said. "If I died, and they died, why am I here?"
"Allow me," said someone behind Blake. She turned quickly to face a man in a white robe, with a white mask covering the left side of his face. "The man that did this to you was my brother. I was given the ability to undo what he had done, but when it came to killing people, I needed him to be dead before I could try and bring you back. Ms. Xiao Long succeeded in doing so. I recruited her to start bringing all of you back, and you're the fourth person to be brought back." Blake paused, taking in what he had said. It all made a horrifying amount of sense.
"We're all that's left," Blake quietly whispered. Only Yang and thee White Healer could hear what she had said.
"For now. Now, I must go. I have some other business to attend to." The White Healer turned and started to leave.
"WAIT!" Called out Blake. He looked back at her. "How long have you been at this?"
"A long time Ms. Belladonna. Long enough for it to feel like an eternity." He left before the others could see the tear that was forming in his eye.
"Come on Blake," Yang said. "We'll get you re-situated." She nodded and picked up her things. The others grabbed everything else as Yang helped her to the dorm.
Dust Shop
The shopkeeper was standing behind the counter, terrified. There were four men in front of his, plus two more filling up canisters of dust. He knew that if he tried to do anything, he would die.
"Hurry up you idiots," the leader barked. "I don't know how much time we have."
"Actually you don't have very much time at all," said a voice from behind him. The man turned to face someone standing outside of the shop. He held a staff behind him, and he wore a white partial mask.
"A masked man come to save the day," the leader joked. "What a fucking cliche."
"I wear a mask for many reasons, none of which are for the effect that masked vigilantes seem to seek. However, let's cut to the business end of the Mr. Torchwick." The man paused for a moment, and then smiled.
"So you know who I am. Excellent. But sadly, I'm going to have to kill you. Get him." The people surrounding him pulled out swords and rushed forward at the man, who just sat their smiling.
The White Healer raised his hand, and reached out with his aura. He found that on all of the people, there was at least one dust crystal. He created a bong with the crystals and his aura, and waited. As soon as one of them was close enough, he severed the bond. The crystal violently exploded and the mans chest was completely caved in. The other four paused at this for a moment. They then rushed him again, and he severed the bond with the first ones to get close enough to him. All of the men were carrying multiple crystals, causing them to lose multiple limbs. He calmly lowered his hand and eyed Torchwick. Torchwick looked down at the people that were at his feet, and mumbled.
"Well then," he began. "I guess you're a better opponent then I thought. Sadly, this is where I leave." Torchwick raised his cane and fired off a shot. The White Healer identified the shot as having dust components, and he raised his staff. A light glowed from the crystal, and it reached the shot. The shot was suddenly drawn straight towards the crystal, and it glowed was consumed. The White Healer looked around to see an airship leaving with Torchwick on board. He raised his staff, and concentrated. He used the extra energy from the shot to feel for more crystals inside of the airship. He smiled as soon as he felt some, and he made a bond. As soon as the airship was close to water, he severed the bond. The energy from the crystal vanished, as the airship went up in a ball of flames. The White Healer lowered his staff, and collapsed to the ground. The shopkeeper ran up to him and offered him some help.
"Do you need any food or anything?" He asked.
"No," the White Healer replied. "I should be fine."
"I have to do something for you. I mean, you saved me from losing a lot of dust. Sure you blew some up, but it's all about ratios."
"Actually, you can do me two favors. The first is, I was never here. Don't mention me to any authorities or media. Just say it was some volatile crystals." The shopkeeper eyed him suspiciously, but nodded. "And do you have any white healing crystals in your shop?" The shopkeeper thought for a moment.
"I think so. I'll have to check."
"Please do so. I'll wait out here. You've seen what my aura does to crystals, and I think it'd be best if I don't destroy your shop." The shopkeeper nodded and left to go see if he had any, while the White Healer raised up his staff. He detected some trace energy from the crystals he destroyed, and he absorbed them into his staff. The energy was then transferred to a form where he could restore his energy. The shopkeeper came out with a case, and he gingerly handed it over.
"I had three crystals," he said. "Sorry I didn't have more."
"It's fine for now," he replied. The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. "Some response time boys," he grumbled. In an audible voice he told the shopkeeper, "well that's my cue. Remember, it was some volatile crystals."
"I got you, don't worry."
"Thank you for this." The White Healer turned, and ran away. Hoping that the shopkeeper would uphold his end of the bargain.
End: So his staff is a little more powerful then I lead you to believe. To avoid questions, I'm going to explain how the crystal on top works since I don't want to in the story. The crystal is basically a storage unit. It can absorb the energy from any other source of energy, and he can use it to amplify his own power/restore his power. Making anything that runs off of dust energy ineffective against him. This also explains his brothers choice of weapons, choosing the avoid anything that TWH could turn against him. Questions, comments, and feedback is appreciated as always.
