The Pacifist Who Could End the World (RWBY X Male Reader)

Chapter 4 - Blood in the Snow

My breathing grew short, my life shorter. Finally, I began crawling away with the last of my strength, drenching the snow as potent as moonlight in crimson red. Tears formed as the sound of a gun clicking stopped me in my tracks.

Rolling over, I stared my killer in the face, dumbfounded. Then, curling my lip back, I bit down blindly, shouting. "Why?! I did everything that you asked! I thought you were different, but you're just like the rest. A selfish evil human. May you all rot in the depths of hell!"

The sound of a gunshot echoed blood splattering into the snow as I felt dead, my body unresponsive but my brain still active. My death had come, and now I await rebirth.

Falling from the bath, I hit the ground, smacking my head against the sink. Recoiling in pain, I held my head, whimpering. Then, sitting in the dark, a sudden knock came as Ruby called out.

"Are you alright, Y/N?"

"I'm fine... Just fell out of the bath."

"You know yo-. Never mind goodnight."

Leaning against the wall, I looked up, dazed. "I haven't dreamed of that for ages... Why now?" Touching my forehead, tiny traces of blood smudged against my fingertips. Dropping my hand to the floor, I slouched over, sighing. "You've got a plan, right Y/N? You've always got a plan if so... I'd really like to hear it about now."

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I had gotten up earlier than normal. So much, in fact, the sun was only starting to appear with the birds letting on their usual morning tune. Rubbing my eyes, I stood at the edge of one place in the whole school I hadn't been before, even under my line of work.

Professor Ozpin's office.

As I went to knock, the door already opened as Miss Goodwitch stood inspecting me. "Ozpin has been expecting you."

Of course, he is was all I could think. Ever since I showed a taste of my true colours, Ozpin has been pulling the strings in the background to get me here. I think it's about time I end this madness. Walking in, Ozpin turned in his chair, stirring his coca smiling. "Good, Y/N. Right on time. Would you care for a drink?"

"No need, this won't take long." I shut down, turning seeing a man with short black hair and a broad fashion sense. Glancing at him, I raised an eyebrow, conflicted. "Do I know you?"

"So this is the kid you've been non-stop raving about, Oz? He doesn't look like much to me."

"Whatever, Professor Ozpin, we really need to discuss this whole song and dance routine you got me going on."

"Quite right, that's exactly why I brought in a good friend of mine. Y/N L/N this is Qrow Branwen; he studied here a long time ago and now teaches at Signal."

"You make it sound like I'm ancient. I'm not that old." Qrow insists, quickly taking a swig of something that clearly wasn't water from his flask. "Oz here doesn't usually call me in just for a catch-up. He's also been showing me the feeds; you are like nothing any of us have seen."

"What?" I question only to see the feed of my unpleasant actions on a scroll. Then, groaning, I pointed to them, frustrated. "Look that I can explain."

Ozpin turned off the scroll holding his hands together. "There will be no need for that. It's as clear as day Y/N you're hiding your true abilities. No normal human can just defeat a Grimm with nothing more than a kick. We've been tolerable of what you can do. However, it will only be a matter of time before others begin to notice."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't help you decided to sign me up for hunter class. I didn't come to this school to be taught how to kill others. Instead, I sweep the floor and clean windows... and if you pay me enough, maybe a toilet or two."