Jaune could process what he was seeing fast enough, it was all just too much. The transperent sheet seperating each bed didn't really hide anything from Jaune's vison. The nurse pushed Jaune foward, causing him to stumble slightly.
"You are joining them soon," she hissed. Jaune briefly wonder how someone could possible hate another person that much. Oh yeah, he killed someone, maybe that's how.
"Can you just let me go, ignore the whole thing," Jaune suggested. The women rolled her eyes, or at least Jaune was pretty sure she rolled her eyes; he couldn't see her face.
Jaune swallowed as he looked over at the sleeping bodies on the tables. There were about twenty to thirty, each with a sleeping, or at least Jaune hoped they were just sleeping, each different ages.
The youngest looked about five, which sicken Jaune. The oldest was perhaps middle-aged.
Jaune turned to the nurse and asked, "Who are these people?" The nurse's eye lingered on a girl who may have been Jaune's age, but everyone look younger while asleep.
"They are just like you," she said quietly, as if she were afraid she might wake the sleeping people on the cot. Whatever spell took over the women broke as she hustled Jaune forward once again.
As they walked forward, Jaune felt as if his heart might leap out of chest, grimcing as it pounded in his chest. His breath came in slow, low, gasps, it seemed almost as if Jaune might vomit.
Whatever happened, Jaune didn't want to end up on the table. They reached the end of the row of bodies, each person lying on the steel, cold metal made Jaune just a bit more sick inside.
The nurse sat him down on a bed, this one soft, with a materess and sheets, the kind like in the dorms.
"What are you going to do to me?" Jaune demanded, the nurse didn't look at him, just looked through drawers, muttering "Where is it, where is it, ah here." Jaune's stomach dropped.
She shoved Jaune flat onto his back, causing him to make a small, desperate voice as she held him down. Jaune should have been able to fight her, but he felt weak. Apperently human blood, or maybe just her's, burned faster than animal blood. The nurse brought a needle to his wrist and pushed it in, harsh, she didn't care what happpened to Jaune.
Why would she? Jaune was a murder.
Jaune felt his grasp on realtiy slipped. He saw dancing shapes of the monsters that plauged his nightmares as a child as he drifted of into a deep, quite dream.
Ruby stood in a medow filled with soft, white lillies. The fresh, clean air reached Jaune's nose. He took a deep breath in, relishing the smell. She turned to him, her cape flowing gracefully behind her, a crown of lillies weaved into her raven black hair.
"Come on," Jaune smiled and came closer. It seem, though, whenever Jaune tried to move that the ground held him down.
"Ruby," he called out, but his voice was lost in the wind. Ruby held out her hand, like she was reaching out to him, when a invisible force pulled her back, faster and faster, gaining speed, until Jaune could no longer see her.
The sky turned red, the color of blood, and the grass and flowers in the medow shivled up and died, their color turning black. The color of rot replaced the clean medow air. Jaune took a small step forward, seeing if he was allowed to. Dead plants crunched under his feet.
"Ruby," he callled out. His voice echo back several times, before a shrill, female scream rage out from behind him. Jaune whipped around, trying to see who it was. Hoping with every fiber of his being that it was Ruby. As soon as he turned the scream came again, but behind him.
He turned in circles, the scream closing in on him from all sides of him. "Ruby," he called out to the red sky. The screams continued, and Jaune swore that if they continued any longer, he was going to go mad.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance. Jaune could see it's black air blowing in the wind, reminding him of a raven, and a long white dress.
"Ruby," he called out, smiling again. She got closer and closer. Jaune could see her skin was a greyish color, the color of the dead, her mouth was open the scream was coming from her.
She got closer, and the scream got louder, causing Jaune to whimper in pain as he pressed his hands up to his ear, trying to block out the noise.
Jaune closed his eyes, bloking everything out. When he opened them again, the girl was face-to-face with him. He could see her wrist was bleeding, as if an animal torn it open. Her dress was stained with the cimson color. Her eyes were blood shot, so that he could barely see the whites of her eyes.
The screaming stopped, instead she muttered, "You could have saved me," over and over, starting at the softest whisper, she then grew to the level of voice she had before. Jaune felt his ears began to feel as if the were starting to bleed.
"Stop, please," Jaune pleaded, tears forming in his eyes, and started to pool over his eyelids onto his cheek. She reached out her hand and swiped her fingernails down his cheek, causing them to bleed. The salt of his tears causing them to burn.
He was rold that you can't feel pain in dreams, and you can just wake up, but more and more Jaune was sure this was real, that he never would wake up.
"Please," he pleaded one last time. She stopped screaming and looked down at him.
"You always wondered what Hell would be like," she said, her voice raspy, but had a certain, beautiful undertone to it. "This is it."
When Jaune came back to reality, he was sure if it was just another dream, or the real thing. The dream, or maybe a memory replaying over and over in his mind, until it covered ever thought, all but one. Why was he wake?
"Ruby give him a minute," Jaune heard a voice say, almost as if he was hearing it under water. Jaune turned his head to the side, but it just made him dizzy and everything a big blur.
"Where-" then he stopped, his tounage feeling like it was made of lead. The cool table was under him, his back aching.
"We found you here," a deep voice said. Male, probably Ren.
"The girl?" Jaune said, slurring his words together. Both Ren and Ruby were silent, they didn't eant to be the one to tell Jaune that he killed someone.
"We need to find the headmaster," Ruby said. "Maybe he will help us." Jaune shook his head.
"No," he said, simply, hoping Ren would expand upon that.
"What he means to say is that Ozpin probably knows already. He was probably the one who sent Jaune here in the first place." Thank you Ren, Jaune thought. Ruby huffed, not satified.
"We need to do something." Ruby said.
"Its my fault, I couldn't control myself and now someone's dead from it," Jaune said, voice raising.
"It's not your fault," Ruby agrued.
"No, if remembered earlier, or if I just control myself, maybe we would be in this mess!" Jaune said, angrey with himslef more than anything. Both of them turned and a door opened and slammed shut. Ren left.
"It's my fault too, if I didn't distract you, you could have fed," Ruby said, looking down at he shoes. It wasn't Ruby's fault, but she blamed it on herself anyways.
"Look, nothing I do is ever your fault, just remember that," Jaune said. Ruby looked up at him. The door slammed shut once again. Both looked up.
"Oh, good Jaune's awake. Now the fun can start."
Hello, wonderful people reading the story. I'm sorry, but chapters may be slightly delayed for the time being. I'm going to update as much as I can, so stick with me here.
On a side note, the blood moons finally here! I don't know why I'm so happy about that, but I am.
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