Among Us • RWBY

twenty

"Elena—" Nora enters the lower engine, but stops as she covers her mouth in shock, at the scene before her. Elena stays on the floor, crying over Jasper's body.

Suddenly, Weiss and Pyrrha enter too, their faces falling at the scene.

"I... I killed him— I didn't mean to kill him I—" Elena broke down again, crying hysterically, as guilt consumed her. The other trio look to Enzo's body, which definitely raised questions. "Elena—" Weiss begun but stopped, realising that Elena had something to say.

"Call a meeting." Elena says, sitting up now, sniffling. "I am guilty."

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Elena shook her head, disgusted in herself as she thought about what she'd done. The crimes she'd committed. Everyone else stood around the cafeteria, lost for words.

"Enzo and Jasper are dead. Elena shot them." Weiss said, as everyone looked at one another in surprise.

Jenni sadly looked over at Elena, feeling conflicted. She'd grown close to the cat faunus, and couldn't believe what she'd done.

"Enzo was an imposter." Pyrrha speaks, earning glances. "He said that he was preparing to kill somebody and frame another for the murder." She says. "According to who, Elena?" Nova asked. "How do we know that we can trust her?" He adds.

"You can't." Elena sighs heavily, "I know you guys won't believe what I say.. I'm now a murderer... technically an imposter." The Lightbourne managed to say, tears pooling in her eyes. "I deserve the fate I'm about to get." She insists.

Jaune closes his eyes, as he lets out a pained sigh. "Okay... Elena we'll give you five minutes." He declared. Elena nodded sadly, before she went around, saying her goodbyes to the crewmates. Some couldn't bare to look at her, knowing she had taken lives of those that were their friends.

Enzo was definitely untrustworthy, and the group had realised that... but Jasper... he'd done nothing wrong. He was always so caring, being sure to check up on others. Despite the immense nerves the Clarke had felt, his time on ship 626 had proven that he was brave.

Elena stopped, now looking at Jenni and Blake. "I know I don't deserve to hear it back.. but I love you guys... so much." She said, her ears drooping. Jenni and Blake glanced at one another before looking at Elena.

They knew her, she didn't want to kill any of the innocent crewmates. She wanted vengeance on the imposters for the loss of her twin brother, and best friend... but she never in a million years, wanted anybody else to get hurt.

But saying that, it couldn't change the fact that Elena Lightbourne murdered Jasper Clarke.

The cat and wolf faunus sigh, knowing they'd regret not ending things on good terms.. especially when they'd never get the chance to see Elena again.

With that, they step forward, hugging Elena. "I love you too.." Jenni says quietly, before Blake says it as well.

The trio separate, as Elena gives them one last look before she walks towards the airlock. Stella and Jaune follow.

The Lightbourne stops in her tracks, quickly turning around. "Please— be better than me. All of you." She begged. "Work together and save eachother, let the killing stop here." Elena pleaded, before she turned back around, leaving the cafeteria.

As she was gone, Jenni and Blake had tears welling in their eyes, but they didn't want to cry in front of Elena. Others looked exhausted, emotionally and mentally drained.. not to mention they were grieving their recently departed friends.

Jaune and Stella left the airlock minutes later, Elena no longer with them. Jaune felt a tear roll down his cheek, before he said, "Elena was right. It must end here."

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Hours later

Everyone sat together in the cafeteria windows, watching as the covered bodies of their lifeless friends, had been floated into space.

The remaining crewmates cried together, as it was really sinking in, that they were never going to see their friends again.

"What happens now?" Kiko asks, sniffing, as she was sitting with Pyrrha and Stella. The crewmates were all now sitting in a circle. "We work together and find a way to get home." Stella insists.

Nova looks down at the silver ring, on his finger as he was thinking to himself. They needed to get home. They needed to live their lives to the absolute fullest, for those that couldn't.

Nora suddenly giggles to herself, earning looks. "Sorry.. I was just remembering the time Ren and Jaune ran right into eachother— it was by that doorway!" She points to the doorway leading to the kitchen. Some people chuckle as Jaune just scratches the back of his head, embarrassedly.

"I remember the time somebody spilt water on the floor in here and Leon and Ruby decided it'd be a wonderful idea to try and slide on the floor as if they were ice skating." Pyrrha giggles, remembering Ruby slam straight into the wall, and they'd decided that the whole idea was a bit.. dangerous.

"I remember when Yang, Stella and Nora had a competition on who would complete their day's tasks first and Yang ended up electrocuting herself with wires— her hair looked so funny!" Blake adds.

The group all laugh, and continue to share stories of their loved ones. They cried and giggled together, as they remembered the better times.

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Two months later

It had been two months since the last killing on ship 626, indicating that the last imposter had definitely been killed.

Whilst these weeks have felt much safer, things were starting to look bad again as food and water was becoming scarce, and they had merely drops of fuel left.

Jaune sat in Navigation, squinting as he saw something small in the distance. "What the hell is that?" He wondered, before realising that it was another ship, one that was much larger.

Quickly, he adjusted the radio, hoping it might tune in for at least a second, so they could get a message across to the other ship.

Jaune spent a few minutes trying to get the radio to work, but it seemed unsuccessful. He frowned, before noticing the ship was a lot closer, but would have just floated past.

"I need to get their attention.. but how!?" He wondered, before he thought about the large windows on the ship, facing the neighbouring ship.

He bolted from the chair, now standing in front of the large window, facing the ship that was closer, but passing by. He jumped around, flailing his arms in the air, hoping a miracle would happen.. and they'd see him.

The boy flailed around for at least twenty minutes, praying that the people on the ship would notice him and fly over.

The ship was passing, and it felt like all hope was lost.

But suddenly, the ship changed it's course and began moving towards their ship.