The White Healer Ch. 12
Nothing has come up in the way of questions so if something does, I'll address it at the end of the chapter.
He woke up early. It was time to do a little bit more recon on Professor Ozpin, before they were scheduled to get the dust. He picked up his staff, and left towards Ozpin's office. He was moving along silently, going from bush to bush, tree to tree, doing all that he could to stay out of sight. He finally reached Ozpin's office, and he climbed onto the tree outside of the window.
Ozpin had his scroll in front of him, reading it, analyzing it. He had all of the pieces of evidence from the Masked Killer, the linked killings from earlier, and from the gave sites. It didn't add up, but he could see a connection.
"What are you hiding?" Ozpin whispered silently. He looked at the time, and got up from his desk. He swiftly left his office, and went to attend to some other matters.
He lifted up the window with his staff. He quickly entered the room, and looked at the scroll. He flipped through everything that Ozpin had in the file. Everything connected to his brothers killings, and everything surrounding them. There was only one file that was unread, and the White Healer opened it. He briefly looked at the headlines.
Couple Killed in their Home
Man Reports Attempt on his Life
Son and Wife of Loyal Husband Killed
Explosion Reported at Graves
He quickly deleted the file, and then wiped it from the scroll.
"No need to poke around this Ozpin," he whispered. "Not until we are finished." He left the room, and went back to his perch.
Dust Shop
The man at the counter was cleaning off his display case, relaxed. With the reports that Torchwick was dead, he could breath a sigh of relief and relax a little bit more. He looked up to see that three people entered his shop. All of them were dressed in heavy winter clothes, with a scarf around their face. The first one quickly raised two pistols up to him, and the other two pulled out rifles.
"White healing crystals," the one with the pistols said. "All of them."
"We won't hurt you," said the person to his right.
"So long as you do as we ask," finished the person to his left. He nodded and looked into the display case. He quickly identified the two crystals they were talking about, and put them in a case. He then handed it over to the thieves.
"Only two?" The one with the pistols asked.
"Yes," the shopkeeper replied. "Just go." The three of them nodded, and exited through the door. He reached for his phone, but then thought against it. Only two crystals, that wouldn't be too bad. Plus if he ratted, then he might be chased after by the three that just robbed him.
Masked Killer Memorial
Ren, Pyrrha, and Jaune all ran up to where the White Healer was, seeing that Yang, Blake, and Weiss were already there.
"How many?" The White Healer asked.
"Two," Pyrrha replied.
"You're good luck. Another exact pull." The three girls looked slightly disappointed. "Yes, I know that we're now one short of the final revive, but we can address that tonight. Now, please set up." Yang and Ren both stepped forward. Ren placed Manghild and a teddy bear on Nora's grave, while Yang placed Crescent Rose and Ruby's cloak on her grave. They both looked back to see that the White Healer was already finished with his process. He signaled for them to stand back, and he set his staff on the ground. The white light flushed over the graves, and the White Healer, and soon it cleared. They all looked to see who was standing there. Ren ran forward to catch the body of his childhood friend.
End: I'm going to apologize for the length of this, I really did mean for it to be a short chapter though. Questions, comments, and feedback is always appreciated.
