Life on Remnant: My Tale of RWBY
Chapter 1: Out of the Frying Pan… Pt. 2 - The Escape
Location: REDACTED, Atlas
Time & Date: 3:36 AM, December 21st, 40XX
Weather: Cloudy w/ Snow
Over. A. Month. I've been here for over a month, and I can certainly say that I could not hate Cinder or her little shit-stains any more than I did before.
They've been putting me through what I could consider a literal hell. To those who are wondering what I mean by that, here's some wonderful examples of the shit I dealt with for TWO. FULL. WEEKS.
In the mornings, I was literally tossed out of bed by either Cinder. Or on rare occasions, Mercury, who KICKED my bed onto its side and then dragged me out before I could even comprehend what was happening. I was then "lead" to the male barracks to take an arctic-level cold shower, with watered down soaps and rags, the only thing that was "nice" was when Cinder returned with a towel and my clothes, cleaned and pre-heated. I get that she was treating me with some humanity, and tried to make me feel comfortable enough so that I wouldn't hate her as much as I hated Emerald and Merc, but it never worked. After all of that bullshit, the last part was to get my "medicine" from the Doc (Who I am suspicious of, but still treat with respect since he's the only one who actually shows genuine kindness.), and then I'm dragged back out by Mercury and Emerald for my "chores".
For eight straight hours, the two of them put me to work wherever they wanted me to either clear rubble, scavenge for supplies and weapons, or look for valuables to add to their collection. I also found out an interesting detail in regards to their "collections", that only made me more upset.
Emerald. Fucking. Stole. My sister's. Necklace. The bitch was wearing my silver and garnet locket that Mari had gotten me on my first birthday away from the family and my asshole brother. It had the picture of me, her, Hannah and Cynthia standing in front of the manor to celebrate our new life, and she was letting it jangle around her neck like she had worn it for years. I would also like to add the fact that she stole my signet ring too, and was ALSO wearing it.
Anyways… back to my bitching. I was given the same coat that Merlot had given me, a pair of ragged and patched gloves, a shitty knit cap, and a thread-bare scarf for cold protection, while the pair of them were using MY winter gear! I tried to take my scarf back from Emerald, but that only ended with me getting three stitches on the side of my head where she had whipped me with one of her weapons. So while battling potential frostbite, I dug through stone, concrete, rebar, steel scraps, moldy and frozen wood and cloth, and even fucking skeletons, just to find something the two of them found worthy of taking for themselves. Within these several weeks, I had managed to dig up four combat knives, at least a dozen wallets (still filled with money), several rings and earrings, an old liquor flask that I hid and gave to the Doc, and an old-school military sabre from the storage room. Still in its case with some oil left in the sheathe to keep it bright and shiny.
I did manage to swipe a few things for myself, so I had some things to work with. I stole one of the newer looking knives to use as something to jimmy locks and pry hinges off of doors if I needed to. Apart from that, I really couldn't get anything else without the two of them catching a glint of metal.
After the eight hours are over, it's back to my room for rest for a couple hours, then it's testing time with the Doc, and then time for my "meal" and then back to bed to repeat the same shit all over again in the next morning. Doing this for so long however, has allowed me to pick out some important moments that I can capitalize on.
The first major thing was that Cinder, Em and Merc all leave at around noon on Sundays to go get more food and supplies from the marketplace a few miles out of the compound, and they only took Merc and Em's car out, and left Cinder's and Merlot's (I think) cars here. They're only gone a few hours during the day, and the evening. About seven to ten hours in total sometimes. Another thing is that they never lock the doors to their rooms, which has lead to a few… "incidents" involving me accidently peeking on half to fully naked women (Hehe) when I needed to deliver my daily report. The last and most important thing, is that Merlot and I are the only two people that actually sleep on the ground floor of the building, the other three all slept on the second floor, where the civilian quarters were. That gave me full freedom of the ground floor during the night.
With the little amount of info I had, I started to piece together a plan to both escape this hell-hole, and to drive the metaphorical thorn in their side (I.E. Me) in further, then twist. And trust me here, when I make a wound, I make it painful AND hard to recover from.
Step one was to get my winter gear and personal effects back. This included my ring, locket, jacket, hat, gloves and scarf back. This would be the second hardest part of the entire plan, since this specifically required me to break into Emerald's and Mercury's rooms while they were sleeping. Thankfully, I knew what I was doing… kinda. Sorta? Not really…
'Alright… this isn't that hard. I'm just going to sneak into the rooms of two of the best street thieves from Remnant… yeah. This CANNOT go wrong.' I sigh softly and gulp, pulling my boots off and leaving my jacket beside the door to Mercury's room. 'Welp… fortune hopefully favorites the bold.'
I gently press my hand against the bottom of the door, grab the handle and turn it ever so carefully and smile as the door starts to slowly creep open. I slowly slip inside once the gap is wide enough and close the door in the same gentle fashion. I sighed in relief and stood up, turning around to see what I was dealing with.
'Woah. This is… not what I expected. Especially with his character…' I scanned the room in slight awe, completely taken aback at how… clean it was. I mean, like SPOTLESS. The carpet looked brand new, the wood and metal was all polished and sparkling in the dim light, even his fucking closet was in perfect order. I mean, I could see someone like Weiss or Ren being a neat-freak, but Mercury? Not in a million fucking years. 'Well… this should make everything easier.'
I slowly shuffled over to his closet and started to dig through, looking for my coat and anything else I can swipe for myself. After a good ten minutes of searching, I managed to get my coat and everything back, plus some weird little satchel I found tucked away. With spoils in hand, I snuck my way back out and closed the door. A crazed grin plastered on my face as I scooped up my boots and sprinted back to my room. While I was cocky, I wasn't cocky enough to do both of their rooms in one trip.
After dropping my first haul off in my room (Folding up my coat and wrapping the satchel in the middle, then stuffing it into a cabinet), I slunk my way back up to the second floor and started moving towards Emerald's room. Now in the back of my head, I'm thinking that this was WAY too easy, especially now that the only thing I need to do is swipe my trinkets back from Em.
'Now all that's left is to get my ring and locket back. Should be easy as-'
Remember how I thought it was too easy? Well… that's about to change riiiiiight… now.
'...what is that noise?' I pause and slink back against the wall, pressing my ear against the crack of the door frame to see what it was. As soon as I moved near the crack, I started to hear a faint groaning. 'Is… that… what I think it is…?'
I gulped nervously and started to open the door slowly, peeking through the widened crack to see what the hell was going on. When I looked up towards the bed, I felt my heart freeze, and my cheeks heat up. That groaning I heard wasn't groaning, it was moaning. To those who don't understand what I mean? Allow me to be very… very… blunt.
Emerald. Was fucking masturbating. In her sleep.
How did I know she was still asleep? In between her clearly heated moans and whines, she was murmuring about… Cinder. Now this was something I knew, that nearly EVERYONE knew about Emerald, and that was her huge crush on Cinder. I didn't think that it'd be that big of one though! I mean, seriously! At least lock the damned door then!
I quickly put my embarrassment, fear and… other "emotions" on the back burner and slipped into her room, praying to god she wouldn't wake up and see me like this. Again however, I sighed a short and silent sigh of relief to see that she was also a neat freak, not as bad as Merc, but still a neat and tidy one regardless. So I made my way over to her desk and started to pop open and dig through drawers of makeup, other stolen jewelry, some… "unmentionables", and nicked electronics. It wasn't until I broke into the heaviest looking drawer did I find my wonderful, wonderful ring (As well as what looked like a white phone with a black snowflake emblem that I also pocketed), and my false glasses. I slipped that piece of silver, amethyst and onyx back onto my hand, pocketed my glasses and started to dig in the other drawers for my locket.
'C'mon… where is it!?' I started to panic slightly as I had just finished searching the last drawer, closing it quite vigorously and noisily, earning a small shift from Emerald which caused me to duck under the desk. 'Where would she have put it?! She can't be stupid enough to keep it on… right?'
Then it clicked. She was always admiring her newest piece of jewelry and she'd been trying to pry open the locket to see whatever was inside, so I rarely saw her without it. I felt the color drain from my face and my blood run cold, slowly realizing where my locket might actually be. Gathering what little courage I had left, I slowly crawled out from underneath and slowly slunk my way over to the side of Emerald's bed where her face was facing. When I peeked over the edge of her bed, getting a fairly nice look at her pained and slightly sweat-covered face, I saw that she wasn't wearing the locket, then I quickly slid back to her nightstand and pulled the drawer open.
'Yes! Oh thank the gods, goddesses and devils above and below, yes!' I swiped the silver chain out of the drawer and stuffed it into my pocket, quickly pushing the drawer back in and tip-toeing my way out of her room, back downstairs, and into mine. I hopped onto my bed and started to cry tears of unmatchable joy into my pillow as I clutched that little chain against my chest. I had the one thing I had to truly remember my family back, and at that point, I could've just happily lived there until the three of them let me go, but… I couldn't. I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it.
But this little victory of mine was a huge moral boost, and I was going to make good use of it.
The next major step in my escape plan was to procure some more supplies, and a proper weapon. The was probably going to be the easiest step out of all of them, since I knew one thing they didn't, well… three things they didn't.
The first big thing was that they only made me search the barrack and main command building, they never made me try and get into the storage facility, the vehicle garage, or the Quartermaster's building. The reason? They couldn't pick the locks, and Cinder didn't want to break or damage anything that was inside. I however, after some careful digging and a few swiped pieces of paper, I managed to find the code for the storage facility AND the code to the QM building, along with a safe combo. That was going to be my main goal.
The second big thing was that they never actually kept an eye on me when I just decided to wander the compound after my training, "chores" or tests. So that allowed me to scout the area and mark specific spots on the terrain, and any hazards. After all of that, I had drawn myself a rough map of the entire compound and made note to mark down a neat little detail… mortar craters. The reason this compound was probably abandoned (My best guess), was because of a large attack that left most of the place in ruins, and slaughtered most of the soldiers. Another thing I learned, in regards to these craters, is that the water underneath wasn't frozen. I accidently broke one open while training and saw that they were around three to four feet deep, with about two to three feet of it being water. So I made sure to make a note about the biggest crater, knowing that after I ran across, whoever would chase me would fall in. The best part about this? It was right in front of the hill that lead to the front yard and parking lot.
The last big thing was that they never really cleared any of the snow that fell, or tried to break any of the ice that had formed over their existing paths. If there was one thing I probably had on all of them, it was the ability to traverse winter-like terrain. Hell, I modified my boots to specifically help keep traction on ice and snow. Although, there was a fair bit of blueing ice around the hill leading to the yard and parking lot, so… I would be at the mercy of the incline there, but it wasn't that steep, so… I might slide, but I might not slip and fall.
So like I said before, my first and primary goal was to get into the supply building and the QM building. I decided to aim a little higher for this one and go after the QM building to see if I could find some gear, weapons and potentially some extra cash. So, when night fell, I got into my own winter gear (Which if you're wondering why this stuff was so precious, I had it custom built to take on weather that of the Arctic or Himalayan mountain range, and made from a nylon and kevlar cloth fusion), grabbed my knife, my backpack, a flashlight and the codes and then made my way outside towards the heavily fortified Quartermaster's building.
Now at first glance, you could see that most of the equipment lockers through the service window, but I knew from my time on actual bases, that they had two other rooms full of spare weapons, ammo, armor and other gear. My hope was that they had they either had the same codelock with matching code, or be easy to open locks. But, the only way to find out was to get back there. So I walked up to the weathered and flickering codelock, typed in the six digit code, and held my breath and waited for the lock to click.
"Please work, please work, please work…" I tightened my grip on the door handle and waited for the click of the lock. "C'mon…"
*Click!*
"Yes!" I push the door open, shoving the ancient door open and then propping it open with a large piece of rubble. "Alright… now I'm in the clear. Let's see what these poor souls had to leave behind." I clicked on my flashlight, drew my knife (Old habits) and started to walk inside.
The entire place was oddly untouched. Everything in the room; the floor, counters, lockers, and even the couple skeletons that had been the two poor employees, had a heavy layer of dust and most of the standing objects had a few cobwebs. I silently thanked myself for wearing my scarf, since the dust was that thick, it was actually hard to breathe, even with something filtering out the dust in the air. I simply shrugged and started making my way back towards the locked part of the building, seeing the same codelock.
"Sweet, this might be easier than I thought." I type in the code again and walk into a thin hallway, with three doors; two doors on the left wall, and one on the right. I knew that the first door was connected to the depot, and left it alone. I then moved down to the other two doors and found my first hitch, the locks. Unfortunately, they were neither dead-bolts, or code locks. They were latch locks, locked with a heavy padlock that even a bullet could break. Which means either I'd need a blowtorch, the key, or I'd have to break the door down and potentially hurt myself pretty severely.
"Well… let's try and pop the latch off of the door, I might not have a pry-bar, but hopefully my knife will be enough…" I stabbed my knife through a small gap between the lock and the door and started to wiggle and pull against it, silently praying that my knife wouldn't break. After about twenty minutes of wiggling and prying, I start to get frustrated and started to wiggle harder and started to push against the door with my foot. It wasn't until I heard something snap, I looked up in horror and quickly my face changed to that of pure surprise. Both my knife, and the latch had snapped, and the door had been pushed open thanks to how much force I had been using to try and pop the latch off.
"Okay… that works." I stand up and step inside, pointing my flashlight against the wall and started to search for a lightswitch, since I knew the compound still had power (Since the codelocks were still working) and when I found and flipped that switch, I felt my heart skip a beat from both excitement, and horror. "You have got to be kidding me..."
What I had found was… sort of disheartening. There was a couple helmets, a few combat vests and chest-pieces and a couple backpacks, which seemed to be seemingly untouched. Sure they looked a little worn, and kinda rusty, but it was still gear I needed. I sighed softly and quickly regained my composure and confidence, then started to sort through what little there was. I managed to dig up a fairly good condition combat vest, a slightly scratched and scorched chestplate with shoulder-pads, and a utility belt with a knife holster and handgun holster. I managed to get as much as I could into my bag and then moved over to the other door, with… unfortunately, the same lock.
"Great…" I sighed softly and sat down in front of the door. "And I broke my only thing to wedge it…" I growl angrily and jump up to my feet, kicking the door in rage. I continued to kick the metal door, leaving an ever growing dent in the middle, and not noticing the small fragments of rust and metal falling off of the latch. With a short roar of anger, I kicked the latch out of sheer frustration and proceed to break it, kick the door in, and fall into the room all in one smooth motion. "Oww… that… was smarts…"
I slowly stand back up and grab onto the door frame, rubbing my slightly bruised head and letting my vision readjust to the darkened room. I looked down at the floor and groaned, seeing the glass shards of the lens and bulb of my flashlight laying next to the door. I murmur a fair assortment of swears under my breath and start to brush against the walls to find the light switch. After about ten minutes of brushing my hand against the wall, I found a button and smashed it, turning on the few rows of lights and brightly illuminating the entire room. I instinctively flinched and covered my eyes to protect them from the severe glare and proceeded to let my eyes slowly adjust to the lights.
"Gods… why does everyone need to use the same blinding fluorescent lights...?" I groan and pull my hand away, blinking rapidly to help my eyes adjust. "Now what are we- huh?" I look around the room and find it completely barren apart from a small table, a pair of chairs, and two cases. One looking heavily armored and opened, the other decorated with that same design on that weird phone thing I picked up. I walked over and opened the armored case and gasped softly. "Holy shit… I'm fucking rich!"
A literal case of platinum bullions, about twelve DOZEN. This was at least a hundred thousand big ones, no doubt. I closed the case and quickly kicked it outside of the room, planning on grabbing it on my way out. I grabbed the other case and noticed that it was locked with a six-digit code, then I remembered the "safe combo" I had found.
"Let's try it. 23, 15 and 96?" I hit the small blue button and the latches clicked open, letting a small amount of either smoke or steam out of the cracked case. I slowly opened it and marvelled at the items inside. "Woah…"
I pulled out a pair of very, very, VERY intricate looking gloves. The base was a black leather glove, going to the top part of the wrist, and reinforced with small plates of thin and oddly flexible steel along the fingers and back. On the back and connected to the front were long, wire-like tubes of some strange, milky and smooth material, connecting to a small battery port and leading to the same snowflake insignia on the palm, which was also made of the same milky material. At the ends of the fingers, there were razor-sharp, talon-like claws that were also connected to the battery port with thinner tubes. I ran my fingers over one of the edges of the talon and quickly pulled my hand back as my index finger had a medium-sized slice running along the print. I looked back into the case and saw a small glass box filled with two dozen batteries, each one labelled with a different color.
I slipped on one of the gloves and felt the glove actually compress and match the shape of my hand, clamping down gently and sent a short pulse of… some kind of power. Whatever it was, HURT. It felt like a white-hot needle was being driven into my heart, lungs and brain, and whoever was doing it, was STABBING it in. I had the wind quickly taken out of my lungs and felt my heart stop, my vision was swimming and I felt hot bile creeping up my throat. I fell to my hands and knees and quickly pulled my scarf off, feeling the bile creep up into my mouth. When I was ready to retch from the sheer pain, it… vanished. The pain instantly faded and the bile slowly retreated back down my throat. I fell back on my ass and looked down at the glove, looked at the palm and stared in awe. The snowflake symbol was gone, leaving a blank circle where it used to be. I quickly grabbed the other glove and saw that it too had no marking on the palm anymore. Wondering if I'd feel the same pain (Which I was hoping not) I slipped it on and felt it go snug again and waited. A minute passed, then two, then five and nothing.
'I guess it was for one time…' I look down at the gloves on my hands and smile. 'Reminds me of Sombra's gloves. I think I'll be using these as my weapons.'
I pull the gloves off and carefully stuff them into my jacket before grabbing the case of bullions and make my way out and towards the storage building, the metal thudding dully in the case at my side. Once I swung around to the back (Where I had found a mostly collapsed wall and had been pulling rubble and bending rebar for the last week) and ducked my way inside. I've been trying to break into this building for a while now, using whatever I could to break into the main storage room door. I smile softly and pull off one set of the hinges I had been able to chip off and the kicked the door through to break off the remaining one.
I walked into the room and smiled, seeing a large amount of forgotten crates and cases of potential materials and supplies. I spent no time in dropping my backpack and quickly started digging through any crates I could get open. I think I spent… a couple hours? Can't really tell since I didn't have a watch, nor could see outside. Although, I searched at least a dozen crates and managed to get one a couple things I really needed, that being food and fuel. I considered taking the fuel and then setting the rest of this stuff ablaze, but there wasn't enough to do real damage, and I didn't have a viable way to light it.
With my dreams of pyromania and chaos being snuffed out, I grabbed a few bags of their food rations (Jerky, dried fruits, nuts and vitamin candies), stuffed them into my backpack and then made a fullon beline back to the civi building and back into my room, hiding everything in the cabinets and then quickly getting back onto my cot (They gave me a cot with an actual blanket and pillows after I started becoming more active) and went to bed with a smile on my face.
The hard part was over, now it was time to begin the fun part.
Location: REDACTED, Atlas
Time & Date: 1:29 PM, December 22nd, 40XX
Weather: Cloudy
This was it. D-Day. My escape was tonight and I had everything I needed, except for one thing, Cinder's car keys.
My plan was to sneak up to her room after she left to go get food (She always had a snack after returning from a supply run), grab her keys and then make a beeline out to the parking lot. I had already packed my bag with all of my tech, my food and the smaller pieces of equipment I had scavenged the night before. I had also swiped another knife from Emerald's room while she was out and had packed it into the sheath on my belt and then stuffed it too into the bag. So at that point, all I had to do was wait.
That morning, I was up early and perky. I had a full belly (Had a midnight meal) and a wonderful night of sleep. I was already showered, dressed and hopped up on coffee (Personally prefer tea, but I had to take what I could get) and waiting for Cinder to come and get me. And believe me, when she opened that door and saw me all dressed up in MY winter gear, and she saw the glint of MY necklace around my neck, she was more than a little surprised.
That morning was the busiest morning of my life, but I didn't care and took it in stride. Merc and Em were both pissed that I "stole" MY STUFF back, so they put me to work. They made me clear the paths they had made (Makes it easier for me to escape, so fine by me), clear all of the rubble and debris from the civi building and barracks, move out all the crates I could get out of the storage building, and then finally hand over all of the codes, keys and combinations I had scavenged (The computers were wiped, the safes were empty, and I had taken everything of value from the QM building). Hell, after all of it, I even brought them the case full of bullions to them, since I knew it'd really weigh me down when I ran.
The hours slowly ticked by as I waited for Cinder and her goons to get back, humming happily and whistling cheerfully as the Doc did his last tests on me.
"You've been in quite the cheerful mood my dear un compagnon," He pulls a small needle out of my arm and wraps a small bandage around the mark. "How come?"
"Oh, no reason. Just feeling good," I grinned and pulled my shirt back down and slipped my sweatshirt back on. "I feel like a god today, don't know why, but I just do."
Merlot's eyes widened slightly and he smiled, "That's good to hear then. I think you might be able to leave with Ms. Fall and the others soon enough."
'Doc, you have no idea.' I chuckle softly and somewhat sinisterly and nodded. "You are right about that, my friend. You are right about that."
"What was that lad?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all."
"If you say so…" He packed up his tools and closed his bag. "Then I shall let you enjoy the rest of your morning. Au revoir, dear boy."
"Later." I waved goodbye as the Doc walked out, sighing softly and falling back onto my bed, feeling my aching arms and legs slowly return as the caffeine and early-morning adrenaline wear off. I groaned in discomfort and grabbed my tablet back out of my bag and set an alarm for six hours. This would give me plenty of time to nap while waiting for the three of them to come back, and then give me about a half-hour window to nab the keys, gear up and book it before they made their evening run.
"Soon enough… I'll be back home…" I sighed softly and smiled, letting my tired body get the sleep I needed, dreaming wistfully about returning home to my family and hugging my dear sisters again.
Although… if we look to the future, I would soon find out the terrible, terrible truth…
[Six Hours Later…]
I opened my eyes slowly as I heard the faint alarm going off beside me, I turned to face the screen, saw it was a few minutes after my alarm was supposed to go off, and grinned.
"Show time." I tossed back the blanket and quickly got to work. I got my boots back on and started slipping on my winter gear, keeping a close eye on the clock. Once I had secured all of my equipment, I grabbed the satchel I swiped from Merc's room, pulled my scarf over mouth and pulled my hem of my hat close to my eyes and started to move. I walked over to Merlot's room first, pressing an ear against his door to hear a faint snoring. I had a short sigh of relief and started to make my way back upstairs to retrieve my final prize: the keys to Cinder's car.
'Merc's in his… Em's in her's… and like always, Cinder's is empty. Perfect.' I slowly creep to the door between their rooms and slowly push it open. Cinder's room had an identical layout to the others, the only difference was that her room was… plain. She had no decorations, tell-tale signs, or even markings that showed it was her room. The only thing that might hint it was hers was the closet with an assortment of her dresses and clothing, a small makeup set on the desk, and one, small, crimson laptop beside it.
I simply walked over to her desk and started to dig through the drawers, eventually coming across a black and red keychain with a golden key attached to it. I saw that the keychain was actually a key fabe, and smiled evilly.
"Now it's time to get out of here."
I heard a faint knocking on the door and a quiet chuckle, "Are you sure about that?"
I froze. I whipped my head around to see Cinder standing in the door frame, holding one of her blades in her hand as her other hand rests on the door handle, "U-Uhh…"
"I must admit, your plan was clever. Wait until I was doing my normal routine, grab the key while we were all distracted, quietly sneak outside and down the hill to my car, and then drive off without any of us knowing." She chuckled again and started to walk towards me, the blade in her hand glowing faintly. "However, you forgot to imagine the fact that I can hear you talk while you shower, and must I say, you have some very interesting ideas."
I started to back away slightly, my hands clenching down on the key and quickly shoving it into my pocket, and feeling it hit something. The gloves.
"I'm sorry to say boy, but you will never be leaving here. Even if I have to break that little, pathetic mind of yours," She continued to walk towards me, her eyes beginning to glow faintly.
I quickly shoved both hands into my pockets and slipped the gloves on with some difficulty, tremorring slightly in fear, "C-Cinder… m-maybe we c-can-"
"No. No more talk. No more games." She raised her blade and pointed it at my chest threateningly, her calm face now morphed into an angry scowl. "You will return what you've stolen, hand over every trinket you have, and return to your room. Where you will stay until I say you can leave."
"A-Alright… just… one more thing…" I clenched my hands into fists and felt the small circle in the center heat up slightly. 'What the?'
"And what would-"
Before she could finish what she was saying, I pulled both of my hands out of my pockets when I started to see smoke rising from inside. What happened next, took both Cinder and I by surprise. One of the gloves started to glow brightly and without any real warning, fired what looked like a large white bullet of energy directly into her stomach, launching her back out into the hallway with a loud thud. I blinked a few times in shock and quickly regained what little composure I had left and booked it. I heard Emerald's and Mercury's doors fly open and slam against the walls. I heard Cinder scream something, and then I heard boots slamming against the floor a fair bit behind me.
'Time to make my final exit!' I charged through the doors and broke into a full-on sprint towards the hill down to the parking lot, the ice and snow crunching and crackling against the spikes and metal on my boots. I felt a little joy the closer and closer to the exit, until I saw an arrow fly past my head and all of the joy and blood drained from my face. I whipped my head around and saw Cinder, Emerald and Mercury sprinting after me. Well… at least Cinder was, Em and Merc were struggling to keep a steady pace and balance on the ice, which is what I counted on. I didn't expect Cinder to actually be keeping a steady- wait… is she gaining?!
'Oh fuck me! She's actually gaining!' I ducked under another arrow and saw my sanctuary approaching, along with Cinder rapidly closing the gap between us. When I felt the ground change from mostly snow and ice, to mostly ice, I knew I had my chance. I broke into a full on sprint and started to slam my feet against the ice as hard as I can, it hurt like fuck, but it was doing what I thought it would. I heard a large amount of cracks forming, and saw that the ice behind me was already starting to fall out from underneath me. By the time I had successfully crossed over the pit, I heard an ear-splitting, roaring crack and then a large amount of splashing. I stopped on the spot, turned around rapidly and cheered, seeing that Cinder had fallen into the dead center of the pit and was spluttering and coughing up water.
"Suck it you psychotic bitch! Next time, don't fuck with me!" I turned back to the hill and started to sprint down, until I felt my boot slip on the ice and I quickly started to tumble down the hill, landing in a medium-sized snowbank with my bag behind me, and the keys on the iced pavement a few meters past that. I groaned and looked up at the top of the hill where I had slipped, seeing a faint blue where my boots had scraped against the ice. "Great… blued ice… of fucking course…"
I pushed myself up and grabbed my bag, checking to make sure that everything inside was fine, and still there. I sighed softly and threw it back over my back, walked over and grabbed the keys and then started running out towards where I'd seen the cars.
'Finally… let's get the hell out of here!' I ran over to the same maroon Ferrari I had seen when I arrived at school and grinned. "I think I'll be taking this as repayment for kidnapping me. Thanks for the ride Cinder."
I unlocked the door and hopped in, quickly going about setting the seat, steering wheel, and mirrors right to my own positions. Once comfortable, I turn the car over and grinned when I heard the car rev up and the engine began to purr. I gripped the wheel tightly, rested my foot on the accelerator, and then everything was just one fluid motion of moving the shift to "Drive", stomping on the peddle and then peeling out of the lot and down the iced and winding road towards the highway
"Freedom never tasted so sweet!"
Oh how naive I was… truly and foolishly naive...
A/N: And now we get into the nitty-gritty. This is honestly going to be the hardest part of the story to write, since there isn't much dialogue or character interaction. However, the next chapter will be much easier, and hopefully longer since we'll be actually getting acquainted with some of the actual cast.
But like always, please leave a review and give any criticisms or changes you think I should add. Thanks for reading!