AN: So… I genuinely don't know when I last updated this / My inspiration went kaput. I'm gonna keep writing tho, but as for this story it'll be on indefinite hiatus until I inevitably decide to write seven chapters in a fever dream.
Enjoy this rather short 'final' entry. See you in [insert time till next chapter].
The sleep still in my eyes, I found the General stood in front of me flanked on either side by robotic soldiers. A part of my mind immediately nicknamed these automatons "Tin Men". At an uncomfortably fast pace I was taken into a room, a single bare table with matching chairs. I was made to sit in the chair, my hands bound in a pair of handcuffs.
"Who do you work for?" he demanded more than asked as his glare bore into me. I didn't, or more accurately couldn't answer, only giving him a confused look as I was knocked off kilter by a sudden wave of negativity from far below us.
"What do you mean?" I half mumbled as I tried to come up with a way out. "I imagine saying 'Ozpin' wouldn't get me out of these cuffs?" I said sarcastically, waving my wrists in front of my face as he continued to glare at me. The cuffs themselves were the same, if better quality, that I'd seen on police officers around Vale.
Dropping my hands back into my lap, I looked the general directly in the eye. "But, that's the only answer I can think of. I'm a student at Beacon." I finished. Simultaneously, I pushed the tip of my finger against the handcuffs' keyhole and began pushing a thin stream of mana into it, trying to line up each of the lock's pins as quietly as I could as the 'conversation' continued.
"Okay… who did you work for before Beacon?" He pressed, seemingly trying to play my game. "I lived with Mr. Hyde, you can ask Jackl if you don't believe me. He's my teammate. Before that… I don't remember." As I finished the sentence, I finally managed to wrap my mana around the lock's pins, there were 3 in total, and pushed them up.
The cuffs fell open with an audible "click" as I quickly dove to my left. Grabbing the nearest available object, the chair, and smashing it over his head. The attack didn't seem to do much damage, but it did surprise him long enough for me to run out the door.
I bolted down the corridor, trying to figure out the next half of my barely thought out plan of escape. I heard the loud metal clanking of footsteps behind me. Quickly turning a corner as I narrowly evaded their gunfire, I found my only real option for escape. A window.
The next few seconds reminded me of the entrance exam for beacon, well mostly that was because of the falling. This time however I had a strategy, I didn't know if it would work, but I didn't really have an option now that I was plummeting.
Spreading myself out as far as I could I pushed my mana into my back, more specifically my shoulder blades, and made a shield from there, trying to picture a parachute or a set of wings like a Bulkhead or Nevermore. Anything that would slow my descent. I suddenly felt my body being pulled downwards, like being in an elevator, as I began gaining forward momentum.
Now, all I had to do was land…