Ruby slowly creeped through the streets of Mountain Glenn, not only watching for Grimm, but looking for her teammates as well. They had all gotten separated from Oobleck during a small skirmish with a pack of Beowolves.
Yang had slammed a Beowulf into a nearby building, causing a lot of rubble to nearly crush her younger sister. Luckily, Ruby had quickly gotten out of the way. However, this meant that she was separated from her team with no way to communicate with them.
"There you are!" A voice called out from behind Ruby.
"Oh!" Ruby quickly turned around, jumping back when she saw the Schnee Heiress just inches away from her. "Weiss! I've been looking all over for you! Where are the others?"
Weiss sighed. "I just want to let you know; this isn't personal…"
"What isn't—?" Ruby was suddenly cut off by a sharp pain in his chest. The girl weakly coughed as her knees began to buckle, dropping her body onto the hard cement.
"I'm sorry…" Weiss quietly told her, pulling Myrtenaster from Ruby's chest.
"W-Why?" Ruby managed to squeak out.
"I'm sorry." Weiss repeated, grabbing Ruby's legs and dragging her into a nearby building. The heiress dragged Ruby up several flights of stairs before leaving her on the roof to bleed out.
"I th—" A weak cough interrupted Ruby, "I thought you were my friend…"
"I'm sorry." Weiss said again.
Even though Weiss' face said that she truly was sorry to do this to the younger girl, Ruby had a hard time believing her.
"Liar." Ruby gasped out.
The white haired girl hung her head in shame as she left Ruby on that roof, lying in a pool of her own blood.
[Shift]
"Any luck?" Yang asked Weiss, as the shorter girl entered what would be their camp for the night. Weiss solemnly nodded, and stuck her hand out to the blonde. Yang looked down at what Weiss was holding out, and nearly fainted. In the heiress' outstretched hand, was Ruby's most prized possession; Crescent Rose. The weapon was still in its compact form and was covered in blood.
Yang pressed her back against the wall, and slowly slid down until she was seated on the floor.
"Is she…?" Yang couldn't continue the sentence, she just couldn't.
"I think so…" Weiss told her. She'd have to be.
Yang moved her hands through her blonde locks.
"This is all my fault…" She sobbed.
"That's not true." Blake interjected.
"Yes it is." Yang told her. "I was the one who separated her from the rest of us, and she died because she was alone!"
"Yang," Blake said. "Sometimes bad things just happen, and it's nobody's fault when they do."
[Shift]
When Ruby regained consciousness, she could feel her body enveloped in the warmth of a blanket and the comfort of a mattress. However, when she opened her eyes, she was not greeted by the sight of her dorm room, or that of the Beacon Infirmary, but rather a room that resembled a hospital room. Yet there were others in there with her, rows and rows of beds, only some of them occupied. But none of her roommates seemed to be students, they had to be as old as Beacon's teachers. So where was she? She attempted to sit up, but was stopped by a harsh pain in her chest.
Memory of the last few hours flooded Ruby's mind and brought tears to the young girl's eyes. A hand touched hers and she jumped, turning to see who she could only assume was the woman who saved her.
"Calm, my little Rose." She told Ruby.
Ruby began to tremble slightly. She recognized the voice, but only slightly.
"Who are you?" Ruby asked. This was too good to be true. It was impossible.
The woman dropped her hood, revealing long, black and red hair, as well as bright, silver eyes. It was like looking into a mirror for Ruby. The woman looked exactly like her, yet she wore a white hood.