6: Dial M for Murder (Or press # to return to Main Menu)
Ruby, in her pajamas, yawned, and got into her tent. Inside, she got a surprise.
The tent was small from outside, but the interior was enormous. She could even see what looked like a table in one area, and their camping stuff and clothes were in a corner to the back. Ruby made a round of outside the tent. It was definitely the size of an average tent from outside. SO how could it be so big from the inside? She went back inside.
Only Blake was in there, and she was fiddling with her bow in front of a mirror on the tent wall. Taking her bow off, she revealed her cat ears. Ruby asked her, "Where's Weiss and Yang?"
Blake responded with a shrug. Then she said, "I have to admit, this camping trip isn't half bad. And this tent…..just…wow."
Ruby said, "Yeah. But considering how badly Weiss lost to Lavender, and then got spooked out by her story, I have to admit, she hasn't had a good time. Maybe some time to herself will help her out."
Weiss was pacing back and forth, Myrtednaster in one hand, and she was rubbing it with black Dust with her other hand. Then she stopped and examined her work. Myrtednaster now had a sort of dark glow, killing the light around it. Time to test it out. She gently nicked her hand with the blade. Her hand pained, but there was no cut. She then grunted, "ARGH! Stupid Aura! I wish I had something which could cut through it!"
Then she heard a rustling noise, and looked back in alarm. She saw nothing. Then she saw a hand pop out of a bush and drop a knife.
She very nearly screamed out loud, but held her wits.
The hand was very thin, almost bony, and she thought the skin was looking like it was made of cloth.
Impossible was the only thing that came to her. The hand could not be of….
How could it be the Stitch? The Stitch was just a stupid story by Lavender. There was no way such a being could exist.
Then again, Grimm existed, and they defied sense.
The hand then shot back into the bush. Weiss looked at the knife. It had a green blade and was very shiny. She thought it was made of a gemstone. She slowly picked up the knife. The handle, the perfection... it was unlike even Myrtednaster. She then slowly rubbed her hand with it.
And it cut her skin. Her Aura did not protect her.
Weiss shot her hand back in pain, but she was overjoyed. Finally I could plan my revenge! But gee, this hand hurts.
The strange, cloth like hand shot out of the bush again, and it held it's palm out. Weiss thought it wanted the knife back, but she realized that it wanted to look at her hand. She slowly brought herself closer to the hand, the knife at the ready. The hand gently griped her arm, and she saw cloth-like tendrils come out from the bush and wrap themselves around the cut. After a few seconds, the tendrils came off.
Weiss gasped. Her cut had been stitched. And it had stopped bleeding.
The hand let go of her arm, and went back into the bush. Weiss smiled. Whoever that, or it was, it definitely wanted to make her happy. And nothing would be more pleasing than deposing Lavender.
She called herself a fan, did she? She admired Weiss, did she? Well, why did she fight her so readily? Why didn't she take it easy? And her robot. Weiss had to admit, she was jealous. Why didn't her dad give her a robot bodyguard that had plenty of weapons stored in itself?
She slowly crept through the overgrowth, and towards the NOVL tent.
Meanwhile, Victor was in his tent, wearing his pajamas, which was a brown shirt, with black pants that had grey stripes. He looked up at Oscar. Oscar was still wearing his white shirt, and white trousers. No surprises there; Oscar was born in Vacuo, and those people went to work and school, and slept, and went to many occasions in the same clothes. He had moved to Vale a few years ago.
Lavender was wearing pajama footies. It had a panda theme, and even a hood, which could be tightened, so that when it closed, it looked exactly like a panda's face.
That girl has some obsession with pandas, Victor thought. V was dressed like a panda. He was currently outside the tent, on guard, standing on one of the poles holding the tent up. She was also obsessed with clothes, like other girls, and music. No matter where she went, she would always take her headphones with her, even in class. And when she put them on, she would leave reality and get stuck in Musilvania, the place where she goes to in her somewhat childish mind every time she listens to music. She had once spoken of Count Funkula, whoever the heck that was in her mind.
Noah was wearing his pants which he wore, and his green shirt. Apparently, villagers don't believe in night suits. Or so it seems.
Then Victor felt something hit his head. It was more of a sting, but he definitely felt it.
He looked out of the tent, but saw nothing. Then as he put his head back in the tent again, he felt another sting. He got up, and said, "Hang on guys, I'm stepping outside for a while. Noah looked at him a little worriedly, and said, "All right. Take your time." As Victor stepped out, Noah sighed.
"He doesn't want our help," Oscar said, "Or our company."
Noah said sternly, "As team leader, it is my duty to help out every member. I try my best, but Victor just… I don't know. It's like he doesn't want anything."
Oscar said, "So leave him at that." He laid himself on his sleeping bag, and pulled out a journal, and started sketching something. Noah looked back at the tent flap, and then at Oscar's drawing.
He was drawing what looked like a Grimm dragon.
Outside the tent, Victor looked around, when V said in his robot monotone voice, "Victor Nero Hyde, you have a visitor." Yang sprung up behind Victor and said, "Surprise!" Victor jumped up, and said, "Don't do that!"
He shut up before he could finish what he said. Yang was beautiful on her own, but now she looked stunning. She was wearing black shorts that were a little too short, and an orange sleeveless shirt with the design of flames on the front.
"Why are you blushing?" she asked, her voice cheerful.
Victor turned around for a second. Why was he blushing? He had never done that before. Was she really that pretty? He turned to look at her face again, but he accidentally looked at her legs. Long, and slender. Arms, so smooth looking. Yang laughed, and said, "There is no need to look so stunned. You can close your mouth."
Victor's mouth had involuntarily opened in amazement. He shut his mouth and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
In the bushes, Weiss was watching. Yang? Talking to Victor? The two were complete opposites! Well, not color wise, but personality wise, yes. Weiss tried to picture them making love. When she couldn't, she pictured them kissing. She couldn't picture it either, so she pictured them holding hands, the most basic thing. She couldn't picture even that.
Yang said, "I guess I look pretty, don't I?"
Victor mumbled, "yes."
Yang said, "Maybe we should have a more private conversation with you somewhere else?"
Victor's head shot up. The strange, monotone in his head said, "Say yes! Say yes!"
"Yes," Victor said quietly.
Yang piped, "great! Let me show the way."
So she went off in another direction, and Victor followed.
Weiss took the opportunity. When V turned to look the other way, Weiss quickly slipped to the tent. Peering inside, she saw that already the three people inside had fallen asleep. Lavender was the closest to the tent flap, so Weiss took this as an advantage. She raised the mysterious knife in the air ready to strike…
Lavender suddenly sneezed and she got up.
She looked at Weiss without her glasses.
And screamed "NIGHT MONSTER!"
Noah and Oscar quickly woke up and tried to unzip themselves, while Lavender suddenly grabbed Gastraphetes who was just next to her.
The revolving Chamber hit the green chamber, and she said, "DIE NIGHT MONSTER!"
She fired the arrow, which changed to a rock element due to the Dust effect. The arrow hit Weiss, and catapulted her through the air, out of the tent, and into the woods.
NEXT CHAPTER: Hunting for Weiss in the Emerald Forest, while Yang learns some strange things about Victor.