AN: Hey everyone, sorry for the long beak between updates, but I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that there will most likely not be any more updates until November. The good news is that I will be participating in NaNoWriMo, specifically on this story. If you don't know what this is, it is basically a challenge to write a 50,000 word long story in the month of November, which is national novel writing month. Because of such, I will either be updating multiple chapters once a week or smaller chapters every day. So... Wish me luck. Also, as I said before, this story will not always fall in line with the episodes. And without further ado, onto the story. Jk, I still have the disclaimer: RWBY is owned by RoosterTeeth and I do not, so there. Now actually onto the story!
I stumbled on uneven ground, my improved sight unable to penetrate the inky darkness that surrounds me. I try to run in one direction, hoping to find civilization. Suddenly, I hit my toe on a rock and fall over. Looking up, I am suddenly surrounded by misty, black and white pine trees. Finally seeing what I tripped on, I let out a shriek. On the ground lies Layl's eviscerated corpse. As I began to back away, his head slowly rotated in my direction while his body raised itself into a sitting position. Standing up, he slowly shambled in my directions, the remains of his gut tumbling onto the gray rock below us. Continuing to back up, I tripped and fell. Before I could recover, Layl tried to say something but instead just pitifully wheezed due to his lack of a larynx. I continued to crawl backwards until I hit a tree. Suddenly an inky black presence filled by head.
Ruby, why did you let me die?
I stared at Lay and shook my head back and forth while whispering,"I didn't mean to leave you to die, I couldn't do anything about it!"
And yet you had time to torture a beowolf and then commit a taboo by eating its flesh. You could could have fetched help for both me and Yang, but instead you decided to choose the path of a monster.
"I am not a monster."
Oh really, then why do you derive pleasure from torturing Grimm before killing them? I'm pretty sure that means you are a monster.
"No! I am not a monster, I am a normal teenage girl!"
Yes you are!
"No I'm not!"
Yes you are!
"No I Am Not!" I said while swinging my scythe cleanly through his head. His body drops onto the rock with a thud.
See, only a monster would hurt another human, Layl projected to me while standing up and walking to me. Upon reaching me, he touched my head and produced a mirror from the back pocket of his tattered overalls.
Layl said, You really are quite the monster, I mean, just look at yourself. As he said this, he turned the mirror in my direction to let me witness the horror that was my reflection. I stared with morbid curiosity at face I gazed upon. Instead of my silver eyes, glowing red eyes, the color of burning coals, glared back. Looking farther down, my perfect teeth had become jagged, serrated canine teeth, perfect for ripping into flesh. These features stood in stark contrast to my porcelain colored skin. Suddenly and ironically, my skin began to burst out into coarse black fur that matched my Grimmesque appearance. As my form shifted into that of a small beowolf I was enveloped into a storm of three emotions: hate, rage, and hunger.