Chapter 3: Escape Your Past
"Velvet, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, I guess." Rikov got and paid the check as fast as he could, then stepped outside.
"What do you want, Adam? I told you I'm done with the White Fang."
"Oh, you think it's that easy? Walking away, saying you want out and it becomes so? If only, Mr. Bliess."
"What do you want from me?"
"To pay."
"How?"
"Oh I haven't decided yet, perhaps we may take a closer look at your little girlfriend. What was her name? Velvet, right?"
"You stay away from her." Rikov's grip tightened around the phone.
"Ah yes, brown hair, pretty hazel eyes, you really know how to pick em, Rikov."
"Do what you want to me, but lay a finger on her and I swear-"
"Oh don't be so aggressive. I won't touch her..." Rikov looked around, he took a long look at Velvet, then refocused on the call. "...yet." Adam hung up.
"Bastard!" The young hunter was about to throw down his phone in anger, but stopped himself. He walked back in the restaurant and extended a hand out to Velvet to help her up.
"Such a gentlemen."
"I guess I just want to spend what ever time we have making you as happy as possible." Velvet didn't understand what Rikov meant by 'what ever time we have left' but she didn't care, it sounded poetic. Rikov walked the huntress to the cliff, atop which was Beacon Academy. "Want to have some fun?"
"What do you-" Velvet was quite literally swept off her feet and into the air when her date pulled his bow off his back, grabbed her, and fired an arrow straight up into the air. They were both carried into the air about a fourth of the way up the cliff face. "Your insane!" Velvet said smiling.
"Hold on tight." The cable holding them up was jammed into the rocks about twenty meters above them. Rikov took off running horizontally across the rocks, when he hit the end of the cable, he jumped out and retracted the cable all the way up to the point where the bow itself had attached itself to the wall.
"Grappling arrows?"
"I thought they'd be a nice touch." Once again he jumped out off he wall, rolled into a backflip, then raised his bow and fired it at an overhang at the top of the rock wall, then he set the arrow to retract as he sprinted up the rocks. When he reached the top he pushed off from the wall one last time and looked into Velvet's deep brown eyes. It was a three hundred meter drop to the hard ground but somehow in Rikov's arms she felt... safe.
"Thank you, for tonight." Rikov said nothing, he was still entranced by Velvet's eyes. They both felt the wind beating against them, jackets whipping. Velvet tried to pull her team partner in, Rikov moved closer to the beautiful huntress' lips, they were centimeters away from a passionate kiss, but just then the wind sped up to unnatural level. They heard the roar of the twin rotors of Roman Torchwik's aircraft.
"The hell?" As soon as Rikov figured out what was happening, he tightened his arm around Velvet and told her to grab his pick. The brunette reached around the redhead's back and grabbed his newly sharpened silver pickaxe, then used both hands to hold it up in a defensive position.
"No need to get all worked up, little Velvet." It was Adam, leader of the white Fang.
"You said you would leave Velvet out of this!"
"And I will, I just thought you should have a little gift, you left the White Fang so quickly we never gave you your retirement present." Adam threw a small white box with the White Fang insignia on the top. "I really hope you'll consider rejoining us, I'd hate to have hurt your pretty girlfriend."
"Go to hell!" He took the pick from Velvet and got ready to throw it at the craft, but by the time he was in position, the aircraft had already moved up and was flying away. "Damnit."
"I want answers and I want them now." Velvet stared Rikov down. They were back in their dorm.
"I guess I owe you that."
"Damn right."
"Ok, I used to be a member of the White Fang."
"W-what?"
"Yeah, I said I was proud of my race, I guess I took that too far."
"God, you're serious. I'm a Faunus and I know how terrible the White Fang is."
"Well I didn't see them for what they were until it was too late."
"But you left when it became violent, like Blake, right?" Rikov looked at Velvet with an unhappy expression.
"I wish."