Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. I own only my OC's and plot
"The trouble with not having a goal is that you can spend your life running up and down the field and never score." - Bill Copeland
Muffled gunshots could be heard within the house.
Mike and Greene were locked in a hard and difficult battle.
Mike's character shot Greene's character straight in the head.
They were sitting in front of the console and TV.
"Fuck."
Their match was very one-sided. Mike seemed to be unbeatable. His character was smashing Greene's into the dirt.
The multiple games that Greene brought with him when they moved were proving to be very useful at using up their free time.
They were playing for a few hours. While they were busy trying to resolve an important issue. While they were doing that Sam went shopping.
They still had a half-empty fridge. That was unacceptable to her.
Greene's character respawned. Then it was killed again.
"Fuck!"
And again.
"Oh, come on! Again!?"
Greene threw the controller onto the floor.
Mike sighed in satisfaction. He was victorious yet again.
Not very surprising.
"Well, that's it. Fifty-two to three."
Greene knew what that meant. Mike was an asshole sometimes.
"You're going to go get the beer."
Again. It was the third time this week. It was starting to get very irritating. The three of them decided that the loser goes shopping.
Greene was having bad luck.
"If we were playing anything different you would be the one going. I really don't want to go. I got a bad feeling about this."
He had this weird feeling in his gut. The kind of bad feeling you get before something goes wrong. He hoped that it was nothing. Because if it was something it meant trouble either with his gut or some sort of a catastrophe.
"You'll be fine. We need the beer anyways. It's not the same without it."
"Fine but if anything happens it's on you."
He stood up and got ready to leave. He couldn't get rid of that bad feeling.
He went outside. It was the evening already and street lamps were glowing. It was also quite chilly. Thankfully the shop was conveniently close by. It was on the other side of the street actually.
"It's really cold tonight."
Did Mike think he was his beer delivery? If they weren't friends, he would have punched him.
Mike probably would have punched back and it would lead to a beatdown.
Greene really wasn't in the mood for that.
He went towards the shop but didn't enter it.
He stopped suddenly with his hand on the door handle. He had this weird feeling again. Like something was wrong. He turned around and looked around the street. It was empty.
"Something is not right."
Something was wrong but he wasn't completely sure what.
He noticed the problem a moment later.
Their truck was gone.
"What the fuck!? Where is the truck!?"
Sam didn't take it. He was sure of that.
Did someone steal their truck? They were close to a bad neighborhood so it was possible. He knew that there were various criminals there.
He didn't want to deal with it tonight. He sighed.
"Fuck it. We'll look for it tomorrow."
The door behind him opened.
"Maybe now would be a better time instead?"
The voice that he heard behind him sounded familiar.
He quickly turned around. His eyes widened. He gulped.
"Oh fuck."
"Good evening!"
A bat struck his head. He had his Aura ready. It wasn't enough. He was still a little dazed from the hit.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him inside before he could even try to scream.
The door closed silently behind him. Sounds of a scuffle could be heard from inside for a moment.
Someone knocked on the door.
Mike raised an eyebrow. It wasn't Greene. He would have just come in.
He wondered who it could be.
He stood up and walked to the door.
He opened it.
"Whatever you're selling I'm not buying it," he said.
It wouldn't be the first time someone went to every house on the damn street trying to sell some useless piece of crap.
Then he noticed who exactly was standing outside.
'Oh shit.'
Sam opened the door and entered the house.
She immediately noticed that it was unusually quiet. Did the guys go somewhere?
She put the bags with the food on the table and looked around.
Her eyes narrowed when she noticed the game still going on the TV screen.
They wouldn't have just left it like that. Something had happened.
It didn't look like anything had been stolen. There were no traces of anyone searching the house. Despite that, she was still on the edge.
She checked the entire house. She found nothing that could help her in finding them.
She went outside to look for something there.
Only then did she realize that the truck was gone. Did they go somewhere? She hoped so.
She turned back to the house and walked back to the door.
She stepped onto something.
Looking down she found a Scroll. She picked it up and realized that it was Mike's.
He wouldn't just leave it here so that meant something had happened. Were they attacked by someone?
There would have been some trace of that. Neither Greene nor Mike would go down without a fight. Unless they were caught by surprise.
That idea and the abandoned Scroll painted a bleak picture.
She went inside to grab her gun.
Thankfully she left it in a drawer near the entrance. She took it and checked if she had any messages on her Scroll. They might have sent something to her and she didn't notice it before.
"They're not here," a voice behind her said. She whirled around with her pistol aimed towards the source of the voice.
A stranger stood in the doorway.
The guy wore black pants and a black shirt.
"Who the hell are you!?"
The guy looked at her completely nonplussed.
"I am Timothy," he said in a monotone voice.
That wasn't very helpful.
"Where are my friends?" she asked in a serious tone of voice. She kept her gun aimed at his chest.
If he tried anything, he would get twenty bullets to the chest.
"Freddy took them."
Fear gripped Sam's heart.
Of course. Of course, that madman had followed them here. Somehow, she wasn't surprised.
She realized that it must have been that weird feeling she had been having since they arrived. The feeling of someone watching her. He might have been even waiting for them before they had arrived.
She wondered why didn't he jump them sooner.
He must have been waiting for a good opportunity to strike. While she was gone, he kidnapped her friends.
That still didn't explain how did Timothy know about it or why was he telling her that.
"How do you know that?"
"I have been tracking Freddy for quite some time. I have a score to settle with him. I have been observing him for a few days when he attacked your friends. It was over before I could aid them."
He seemed remorseful of that. Maybe he could help her.
"Do you know where they are?"
"Yes. In the basement of the house that Freddy is renting."
She waited for him to tell her more. He didn't. She sighed.
"Where is the house?" she asked a little annoyed.
"Next to the shop."
That was disturbingly close. How did they not notice him? Maybe he only went out at night? It didn't matter.
Now she had to go and save those idiots.
"Do you know where Freddy is right now? Is he in that house?" she asked.
"He is not inside of it at the moment. He's outside. I will provide a distraction and you can get inside and save your friends."
"Sure. You're sure that you can do it alone?"
"Of course. I am prepared," he said and pulled a sniper rifle off his back.
How did she not notice it before? It wasn't important.
He would off Freddy and she would get her friends out of the basement. Simple plan. The chances of screwing it up were small.
What could go wrong?
She realized that she had just jinxed herself. Well, no way back now.