Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, Rooster Teeth does.
Warning: graphic description.
Darkness grows.
I am...horrified.
My vision gets blurry.
"Where...where am I?", my mind screams as I try to get up.
My legs aren't even attached to my body.
Even my arms seem to be gone, both of them replaced by charred stumps of blackened flesh.
Red...no...what?
"Please!" I cry, wriggling away from the monster in front of me; metal claws of razor-sharp titanium walk methodically closer and the being made of crude metal, covered in slick, fresh blood from my kin.
My siblings have been killed horrifically; one beheaded, another with their stomach ripped out of their mouth, the other with her ribs stabbed in her breasts and in both ears, one was still alive, tied above a collapsed fireplace with the flames consuming them, body cooked and a hole where the heart once was. Their mouth couldn't move because of a meat hook stab inside, holding the suffering soon to be corpse.
I sob at the sight and at my inability to run, my mother and father were the first to die so no one will help me.
It looked with a cold, stoic face as it followed its programming to the letter.
A gunshot rang out.
Gasping I jump awake, my heart sending cold sharp spikes. If there was only one thing I feared...
"It was that."
I am sorry for being unable to save you all.
My father, mother, brothers, and sisters.
Please forgive me.
A/N: Yeah yeah this scene was graphic, but hey that's why this story is marked as rated M. Make sure there are no monsters in your closet or under the bed people, oh and make sure you can still run...ha am just joking...or am I?
Happy Halloween!