Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of the characters mentioned in this story. All events and backstories are completely made up.
(After the Fall of Beacon Neo and Roman are struggling to escape the destroyed city filled with Grimm and Atlas soldiers lead by General Irons) (will be told from a 1st person POV by Neo)
I struggle to stay upright as I clutch the cut on my side and try not to blackout from the pain. Roman looks over at me and says "Stop being a baby and hurry up. If we stay here we'll be captured or killed." He lashes out with his cane, hitting me right where I was clawed in the side by a Grimm and knocking me over. I begin to tear up from the pain and collapse up against the wall of the half-destroyed building we're in. I look up at him, my vision blurred by my tears and the pain and weakly respond "It's over, Cinder betrayed us and we have nowhere to go. She left us to die here." He growls in anger and kicks me in the side as hard as he can, causing me to fall to the floor and quickly blackout from pain.
About an hour later…
I open my eyes and hear the familiar sound of a helicopter and look around to see that I'm lying in the floor of a helicopter troop bay and that Roman is talking to someone who I can't see from my position on the floor. I struggle into a sitting position and am horrified to see that I'm surrounded by Atlas soldiers and hear Roman saying "I'll give you the girl in exchange for my freedom" and then hear an unknown voice reply "Deal." Everything I cared about is gone and now even Roman is turning on me. The man who took me in when I had no one and trained me is giving me up to save his own life. I'm scared because I'm a wanted criminal and Atlas might put me in jail or just kill me to save themselves the trouble. If I live I want a chance to redeem myself for what I did and maybe begin to have a normal life. I push myself to my feet, clutching my side and as the Atlas troopers raise their guns, weakly say "Please help me. I'm injured and need medical attention immediately." As I say that I take my hand off of my side, exposing the bloody cut that slices along the left side of my rib cage. One of the soldiers inhales and mutters "Son of a bitch, she's hurt badly." They lower their guns and one helps me over to a seat and gently lowers me down as he says "You need to rest. We're flying to Atlas now and we'll take you straight to a hospital." I nod in thanks before drifting off into darkness.
This is part one of a series I'm working on. Constructive criticism is encouraged as I'm extremely new to this. Hope you enjoyed it!