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Scene 6:
Dreaming
A/n: Right, so...
This...is going to be messy.
Gore warnings, all of the gore warnings.
ALL OF THEM
but yeah, shit goes down here, so be warned.
And, I watched the Prestige recently, so I'm feeling in the mood for some magic tricks.
So
Are you watching closely?
? pov
After being launched from the cliff I landed in a tree before making my way down.
Professor Ozpin said we needed to fight with our all, or we would die.
That's fine with me I thought I prefer it that way
He said we had to retrieve something from a temple in the forest. I didn't really know where it was, but I could guess that it was in the opposite direction as the cliff.
So, following that logic, I made my way over there.
I wonder if we'll be graded on this? I pondered And if we are, then how?
I continued to think along these lines as I made my way through the forest.
Forests were something unfamiliar to me, I rarely encountered them back home, or at least, ones of this nature. It was…uncomfortable…to be honest. I wasn't really used to this. As much as I was training to be a hunter, I wasn't really in my element here.
I was a warrior, plain and simple. I didn't really have a good idea of what to do or where to start, at this point my plan was basically to just get to the temple, kill anything in my way, and hopefully find a partner along the way.
I sighed as I marched on.
That part of this annoyed me. I had never needed a partner back in Mistral, I had never been on a team before either. Some people did team up, but there was no one who wanted to team up with me back then.
They all thought I was out of their league, that they would just hold them back.
They weren't wrong, no one at the school was really on my level, not even the teachers.
That being said, it would have still been nice to have had some friends. But no, I was too good for that apparently. Even if they did want to be friends, they were usually suck-ups trying to use me to ride their way to success, also known as scum sucking pieces of garbage. Not that I said that to their faces or anything, no. I was good girl, and good girls were nice and polite, even if they felt like strangling someone.
Then again, I'm not entirely sure what a friend is supposed to be. I mean, I know they're supposed to be people close to you that you care about, but I know there's more to it than that.
Friends aren't the same as lovers, family, pets, or enemies, and yet that vague description fits all of them, even enemies. After all, your closest enemies know you best, and you care about them, even if it is only to eliminate them.
So, obviously there's something special about friends that sets them apart from the others. Something that makes them more than simply useful.
But...
I've never had a friend, so I don't know what it is. I don't know what it's like to have one, and as much as I'm interested in having one, I'm also kind of…anxious…about making one. After all, how do I do it?
It's the one thing I've failed at, the one thing I've never been able to do.
And because of that I've disappointed Sahib.
I stopped this train of thought when I realized something.
The forest was quiet.
Too quiet.
Then I noticed it. A quiet, whisper-like buzzing sound, like the sound of the speakers in the stadiums back in Mistral when they're on, but no one's saying anything.
What is that? I questioned.
It certainly isn't a normal sound to hear in a forest, unless someone had put speakers all throughout the forest.
Then again, considering the headmaster, I wouldn't be terribly surprised if he had.
GRRR
I was ripped from my thoughts by the sound of a predator, a Grimm.
I can't believe I let myself get distracted I chastised myself as I sighed at my slack behavior.
I had gotten sloppy, allowing myself to get surrounded by these beowolves.
I drew Milo and Akuou, holding them in traditional javelin and shield stance.
One on my left charged at me, bounding through the foliage, making a tremendous amount of noise as it carelessly trampled over leaves, signaling it's approach.
Once it got inside my circle of movement, I made my move.
Time slowed as it took a swipe at me. For most, it would have flown at blinding speed. For me, it looked like it was moving through molasses. Inches before the dark claw connected with my head, I dropped down into a crouch.
While it was off balance from having the object of its attack suddenly disappear, I struck. Jumping up from my crouch like an uncoiled spring, I slammed the edge of my shield into its face, crushing its skull into two halves from the sheer impact.
Before any of the other wolves could react, I quickly shifted Milo into rifle form, and began taking shots at them.
The second one died to having a .308 AP Dust round crash through its eye like a small, focused, freight train, completely avoiding the durable "mask" of the Grimm. It passed through the skull, sending fragments of the shattered skull through what little brains it had, scrambling them. Finally, it exited out of the back of the skull, punching a fist sized hole out of its head. Following what remained of the bullet were skull fragments, grey matter, and a fountain of blood.
Before the Beowolf even had time realize it was dead, I had already switched to another target, removing its eye and brain with surgical precision. The recoil, which would have thrown the aim off for most people, instead felt comfortable and expected. My body remembered this weapon, and instinctively knew how to handle it perfectly.
I continued like this, firing all nine shots, and downing the remaining nine Beowolves, in three seconds.
Once they all finally hit the ground I decided to reload and move on, no point in staying here anymore.
As I headed deeper into the forest after the 12.795 second engagement, I continued my previous train of thought like it never happened. After all, this carried about as much significance as killing a few ants.
So, who will I find?
? 2 pov
And here I thought things would change when I left the White Fang I thought as I jumped through the trees.
When I landed at the beginning of the initiation trial I started walking toward the objective on feet. Then came that weird buzzing sound. After that, came some Grimm.
They weren't hard, I eliminated them without much trouble.
Then came more, and more, and more….
So in the end I decided to avoid them instead of just trying to kill them all.
Back in the White Fang I eventually grew to develop a real talent for stealth and evasion. All for the purpose of dodging and avoiding security and patrols to complete my objectives. But now, I was putting it to work here.
Dodging Grimm.
I suppose it is a little different though. I continued, still jumping over the clueless Grimm.
They don't have guns this time.
I was torn from my thoughts when my covered ears twitched in warning.
Alerted to the presence I ducked down, dodging a swipe from a Beowolf who noticed me. Its claw swung above me, digging into the bark of the tree trunk to my side, sending fragments of the bark flying.
I retaliated by kicking it in its chest, giving me enough breathing room to draw Gambol Shroud.
Recovering from the kick, it began to roar in rage at me. Something I quickly put a stop to with several barks of my own from my pistol as it sent three .45 FMJ Dust rounds screaming into its open mouth. The brutal, yet small, rounds mercilessly tore its skull apart, first ripping off its jaw, then tearing through the back of the throat and spine, and the final one punctured it's skull through the eye socket.
It dropped, falling off the branch, and falling to the ground, dead in less than 4 seconds after encountering it. Unfortunately, my quick response wasn't enough.
My brief skirmish with the Beowolf had drawn the attention of other Grimm, all of which had gotten wise to my evasion tactics.
I sighed realizing I would need to kill all the Grimm in the area before I could move on.
As another Beowolf jumped up to take a swipe at me, I jumped in the air to evade, taking a long, lazy backflip.
While I was in the air I shifted Gambol into Kusarigama form and threw it at one of the Beowolves.
The blade, aided by the force of its spin, easily punctured the skull of the wolf, stabbing through the top of the skull and impaling its brain.
I pulled on the ribbon connected to the blade, pulling me towards its corpse faster than gravity wanted me to fall. As I hurtled to the dead Grimm, I shifted my position so I landed on my feet. The force of my landing snapped it's spine with an audible CRACK. If it wasn't dead yet, it was now.
Without missing a beat I yanked Gambol from the dead Grimm's bleeding skull with a wet POP, spraying a touch of blood around.
It flew into my hands, an action I had done so much I barely needed to think about it anymore.
Seeing two more Beowolves make a move for me I drew the sharpened sheath of Gambol, dual wielding the two blades.
When they went to strike me down I evaded it by leaving a clone in my place, momentarily confusing them.
A moment was all I needed.
When I pushed off the clone, I crouched down in front of where I was, coiling myself as I prepared to pounce. I turned to my left, lunging at the Grimm.
In a flash Gambol's narrow blade penetrated yet another Beowolf skull, sliding all the way through its brain as it was powered by the force of me putting my whole body into the jump.
Without losing momentum I twisted my lunge into spin as I flipped over the back of the Grimm, taking Gambol's blade with me. The extreme torque applied to the wolf's head from the move caused its neck to snap as its head was violently twisted with my flip.
When I got to the other side of the Beowolf, after flipping over its back, I was able to pull Gambol's narrow blade from its skull with a slick, wet, sound in one quick motion.
Without even stopping to take a breath I charged the other wolf while it was still stunned. Running low to the ground, I prepared to strike with Gambol's sheathe.
In less than a moment I was in front of the other wolf, delivering a vicious, bladed, uppercut to its neck. The blow cut through its jugular, esophagus, and part of its spine, nearly decapitating it in a gore filled geyser of blood. In fact, the only piece of it that kept the head attached to the rest of its body was a muscled flap of flesh.
After recovering from the maneuver, I looked around, taking stock of the situation. I had killed four Beowolves in about 11 seconds, but in those 11 seconds, they had brought friends.
I was now, once again, surrounded by Grimm.
Great, just what I was hoping to avoid I thought with a sigh.
Then I noticed something new, something worrying.
Is that an Ursa? I questioned.
Indeed it was. A single, big, intimidating, bear-like Ursa was sitting in this massive pack of Grimm, staring at me hungrily.
Well…that complicates things. I thought.
? 3 pov
This…is not going according to plan I thought critically as I impaled another Beowolf with Myrtenaster.
Ever since I had landed from the cliff I had just been killing endless waves of Grimm. Not that it was particularly hard, mind you. I had expected that I would be killing Grimm when I came to Beacon.
It's just…I had hoped it would have been a bit different than this.
I had heard that Pyrrah Nikos, the "Invincible Girl" was attending Beacon this year as well. The plan was to join up with her, and become the ultimate team, and dominate the school with our perfection.
Then I might actually be able to impress a certain someone.
I sighed as I dodged another predictable strike from a Beowolf.
Then I was told that partners were made here.
In the initiation.
Through chance.
That…had been unexpected, but I would adapt. Even if I didn't get Pyrrah as a partner, I would make do. I was a Schnee, and Schnee's didn't let anything stop them from achieving their goals.
That being said…it would have been nice to have found someone I thought critically
Instead, I just found Grimm. Followed by more Grimm, and then their friends, family, cousins.
UGH I groaned as I effortlessly impaled another Beowolf.
At first, I had been a bit…anxious…about fighting them. That being said, I didn't shy away from them. After all, Schnee's don't run in the face of adversity.
Soon, however, that anxiety bled into…annoyance. It quickly became apparent that these Beowolves weren't anything special. I had even stopped wasting my Dust in Myrtenaster on them.
Frankly it was a waste of Dust to use it on the foul beasts.
So, instead I had been relying on my swordsmanship to guide me through. It had served me well enough. These beasts were easy to eliminate, and using my rapier took no Dust, I could do it endlessly.
I finished off the pack after me by using a glyph to launch me into the final Beowolf. Myrtanaster speared through its skull, the sharpened tip of the rapier backed by the force of my entire body being hurtled forward easily breaking through its mask.
With the last one dead I removed my rapier with a quick flick of the wrist, flicking away any blood on it away from me.
I turned around in an attempt to leave the carnage of the five impaled Beowolves behind me.
Unfortunately the two Ursa's in front of me had other ideas.
I jumped in surprise.
Where did they come from? I questioned.
Ursas were not known for being sneaky. Indeed, with their large, lumbering frames, they were usually hard to miss.
So as a result, I had to question how they came here. I was sure that there were only five Beowolves throughout the fight.
I suppose my situational awareness needs some improvement I concluded.
It made sense, I suppose. I hadn't been too focused on fighting after all. I had let myself get distracted by my thoughts simply because the fight was easy. It was a sign of weakness that I had allowed these bears to get the jump on me.
Well, it is a mistake I shall soon correct I thought.
They charged at me, no strategy in their assault. Instead they simply attacked like the simple beasts they were.
Predictable I thought
When they got close enough to try and swipe at me, I rolled to the left under the leftmost one's giant paw. Springing up from my roll, I used a glyph to throw me forward into the Ursa. I aimed my rapier to hit the large Grimm in the neck, avoiding any of its defensive plates.
The blade cut through the thick cords of muscle, tendon, and blood veins, sinking deeply into its neck. Before it had a chance to swipe at me in its death throws, I pulled Myrtenaster from its neck and jumped away.
Before I landed I gave a cursory glance around the clearing, looking for the other one.
Now, where are yo-
My thoughts were cut off when something large impacted my back in midair, sending my flying to the other side of the clearing. I hit the ground rolling, getting caked in a light layer of dust and dirt. My aura protected me from the worst of the damage, but I still felt like I got hit by a car.
I looked up from my position on the ground wondering what hit me.
Oh…that's….that's a problem I thought in shock
It turns out the other Ursa hit while I was in midair, somehow managing to get around me.
It also turns out he brought friends.
Before me were three Ursa and five Beowolves, all gazing at me with glowing red eyes filled with hunger and hate.
Then, without a word of warning, they charged.
Dammit
? 4 pov
This…
This is…
"AWESOME!" I exclaimed gleefully as I pummeled another Ursa with Magnhild, breaking its bones with an audible CRACK with each hit of the massive hammer.
Finally it fell to the ground, more closely resembling a crumpled pile of blood, guts, and broken bones than a once fearsome Grimm.
Still…
"Awe…It's broken." I pouted.
"I guess the fun had to end sometime." I thought, disappointed about the truth of the statement
GGGRRRR!
"Or NOT~!" I sung as I turned around, coming face to face with even more Ursa, Beowolves, and…
Is that?
HHHHSSSSS!
"SNAKE!" I cheered out at the sight of a King Tiajitu.
In response I shifted Magnhild into grenade Launcher form and fired a 40mm HE Dust round into the horde.
The pink, heart-stamped grenade closed the distance in less than a second, detonating on the mass of Grimm in a pink explosion tinged red with the blood of my enemies.
"Ha ha ha ha!" I laughed as I lobbed grenade after grenade into them, sending up plumes of bloody mist with each pull of the trigger.
I was the…princess of destruction, the…empress of explosions.
I was…
"I'm Queen of the Castle!"I screamed gleefully at the top of my lungs.
No sooner had I said that than did my wandering mind travel to something else that peaked my interest.
I wonder where Ren is? I wondered
? 5 pov
I hope Nora's alright. I thought, concerned for the fate of my childhood friend,
Unlike me.
I barely managed to dodge another swipe from a Beowolf before retaliating with a controlled burst from my Stormflowers. The 9x19mm Dust rounds perforated the Grimm, penetrating the skin and tearing its internal organs apart. It dropped to the ground, bleeding from 6 holes in its center mass.
The Beowolves weren't, individually, hard. That being said, they just kept coming.
It felt like I was fighting off endless waves of Grimm, each one getting harder and harder as I wiped them out one by one. First it was just Beowolves, then Ursa, then King Taijitu.
And now a deathstalker I thought as I saw one in the distance.
This wasn't looking good for me. I may have been able to fight them off at first, but I didn't have the best long-term stamina, and these Grimm were wearing me down. I was beginning to make mistakes, my Aura was draining, and I was running out of ammo.
My only option at this point was to run, and hope I found somebody else to help. Preferably Nora. While she could be a bit…random…and taxing, the fact was, I could work well with her. We've known each other for years, and I've gotten…accustomed…to her odd ways.
Well, that and I wouldn't wish Nora on anybody.
So, I ran.
I ran as fast and as far as my legs would take me. My breaths ran short and shallow as my lungs struggled to pull oxygen into me and put it in my blood, as they struggled to keep me going.
As I ran from the horde of Grimm behind me, the dull roar of them quieted. The forest grew silent around me, surrounding me with an unsettling calm.
Then I noticed a small, dull, quiet roar of static. It was like the static from a scroll that was on, but nobody was saying anything, but everywhere.
What is that? I thought.
I had heard this earlier, but now it was back again, and I had no idea what it meant.
Perhaps they are watching us? Grading us? I considered as I ran.
Then the static grew louder, turning into deafening hum, before leaving with a thunderous THOOM!
The force and sound of the shockwave from the blast of sound forced me to stop and clutch my ears. It rippled through the forest, shaking the trees and stirring up the wind.
What the hell was that supposed to be? I thought, my ears still ringing from the deafening blast.
Suddenly my instincts screamed at me to dodge something.
Unfortunately, I was too tired, my body too worn out and tired from all the fighting I did earlier. I tried to dodge for all I was worth, I really did.
But I was too slow.
Something big slammed into my back like a truck, sending me flying into a tree. I spun as I flew, hitting the tree with my back, colliding with it with an audible CRACK.
Stunned, I tried to shake the stars from my vision, to try to get my bearings.
I almost wish I hadn't.
There in front of me was Deathstalker, a hungry, angry, Deathstalker. It clicked its claws as it slowly walked up to me, its tail twitching in anticipation.
Shit shit shit. Come on Ren, get up. I thought to myself, trying to get up.
But it was no use. My body was too tired, I was exhausted. I must have broken something when I hit the tree because I couldn't even move my legs. When it hit me with, what I can only assume, were its claws, it knocked out the rest of my Aura.
So I tried to force it away with my Stormflowers, peppering it with round after round of 9mm Dust ammunition. But the giant scorpion's armor was far too thick, and the bullets simply pinged of its armor, not even leaving so much as a dent.
Its tail twitched again before shooting forward at blinding speed.
I tried to summon up enough Aura to deflect it, anything to keep me alive, but I hardly had enough Aura to even to make a pink lightshow, let alone deflect the stinger of a Deathstalker.
It blasted through my barrier, shattering what little remained of my Aura, and ended its journey with a wet, slick, THUNK
Stunned, I looked down at my chest, only to see the large, child-sized stinger, buried deep within my gut.
Blood began to come up my throat as I lost feeling in my body.
God, I hope Nora's okay. I thought as I slowly died. I strangely felt no pain, no anxiety about the life draining from me.
I watched with a detached calm as the Deathstalker picked me up with its stinger before flinging me deeper into the forest, its stinger leaving my body with a wet POP.
Blood sprayed from my gaping wound like a crimson fountain, wind wiping through the gaping hole in my chest, my intestines and other various organs trailing behind me., and as I flew through the air, I felt myself grow colder and more faint. My vision darkened at the edges as I felt myself become tired.
Who am I kidding, of course she's fine, she's Nora. I thought with a weak smile before my unprotected and dying body collided with a tree with a wet, meaty, crunchy, SPLAT!
And I was thrown into darkness.
A/n:
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Am still not sorry.
No, quite the opposite.
I'm very happy with how this all turned out.
I mean look, I made a Ren disappear.
That's pretty good magic trick.
In any case, sorry if the way this whole thing was set up confused you.
Here's a key to make sense of it
Key:
? pov: Pyrrha
? 2 pov: Blake
? 3 pov: Weiss
? 4 pov: Nora
? 5 pov: Ren
If it's really to confusing, I'll change it, but at this point I prefer to have the Pov be ? until we are formally introduced to the character.
I like it better that way.
In any case, I will be posting the continuation of this riveting tale before New Years, at least, if everything goes according to plan. This was originally just going to be one big super chapter, but I thought this was a good stopping point so I changed it.
This means that this "arc" thing will be more than 4 scenes.
I doubt you'll actually complain about that though
"What, you bastard! How dare you give us more delicious darkness! Damn you for enabling my addiction!"
mmm...
Yep, still not sorry.
So, tell me what you thought of this chapter. I hope it was up to my standards, or better yet, surpassed it.
Seriously though, I want to make this story the best I can, and I need your help to do that.
Tell me if I could have written a scene better or how, or if something's not funny and I shouldn't include it.
Most importantly, tell me if you feel like someone's being OOC. I went through a shit ton of POVs writing these two scenes, and I want to know if you feel like I did them well.
Just don't whine about things that happen, because unless it's a serious problem, I won't change what actually happens in the story.
That being said, I will go back and rewrite chapters if you guys think something needs to be changed.
Case in point, Vyssini.
See, google fucked me a little with her name. It gave me the impression it would work, so I used it.
I later found out that that is a bold-faced lie.
So, I replaced Vyssini with Kokkinos.
It's not a huge problem for me, Kokkinos was going to be her name in the first place, its just that I thought Vyssini sounded better.
Sadly, Vyssini doesn't actually work like I wanted it to. So, Kokkinos it is.
Yea google.
But, again, feedback is important.
You know what else is important?
Names
All names I came up with carry a great deal of importance.
But yeah, bye
See you again before the end of the year.
