Short stories from my Grimm Slayer fanfics. From Volume 0 to Volume 6. So, be sure to read them first before going through this one.
(Keep in mind that this fanfic I'm doing is based on Celtic Phoenix's Fixing RWBY series.)
(Disclaimer: I do not own...
A/N: Just a reminder that the first five chapters I've done so far all take place in and during Volume 0. Which is why I'm putting in Vol.1 in the title of this chapter. So, if any chapter that has Vol.2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 on the title, then it is the start of that volume. Other than that, hope you enjoy reading.
It was nighttime as rain is pouring down hard. The injured Y/N deliberately fell off the cliff and into the running river rapid below with his duffel bag, and his dual-wielding blades, Crimson and Violet. He and his stuff soon get wash away from the White Fang camp he was trying to escape. Away from Adam, the Lieutenant, and the rest of their troops, who previously cheer for Adam to strike him down and kill him. Unbeknownst to them, Y/N survived the drop in spite of the wounds he got from Adam. Though, Y/N already lost consciousness due to his head getting hit by a bunch of stones in the rapid as his aura shimmer in the process. This also prompt his sword, Grimm Slayer to fall off its sheath and get wash away like Y/N and his two other weapons. A few minutes later, the rapid carries his unconscious body all the way to a different section of a much larger river with less water flow and turbulence. Before long, the river transport Y/N to whatever direction it's taking him as the distance between him and the White Fang continues to grow more and more.
Y/N: "..."
Hours upon hours went by as the rain have cease and the sun begins to rise from the horizon. As for Y/N, he's lying on his stomach as his body now rest in the river shore.
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Slowly, Y/N begins to regain consciousness as he opens up his eyelids.
Y/N: "Mm... hm...?"
Adjust his eyes to bright sunlight hitting his face, Y/N use his arms to steadily pull himself up and flip around to sit down. He examines his surroundings as he soon recalls what happened to him last night.
Y/N: ("Adam... the Lieutenant... after everything we've done together... can't believe it turn out this way...")
Exhaling to himself, Y/N then goes to check up on himself, seeing that his clothes are not only wet but, there are some cuts and bruises he need to attend to.
Y/N: ("He really did a number on me...")
With this in mind, Y/N look around once more to spot his duffel bag close by as it's in the middle of the shoreline. Not wanting to stand up, Y/N resort to crawling towards and stretching his arm to bring it over to him, which it works. He then pulls out his essentials out of his pockets to see their current conditions. So far, his scroll is perfectly fine, while his wallet and dust ammos are wet.
Y/N: ("Phew, good thing scrolls are waterproof. And at least my money and spare ammos are still with me...")
He then opens it up and inspect the content inside, which consist of spare clothes, spare shoes, dust ammos, a map, and rolls of bandages. He grabs one roll out of the bag as he ponders to himself.
