Heart Of A Killer : A Cinder Fall Fanfic! #RWBYWATTIES

Volume 1 Epilogue : "Rejuvenation"

IMPORTANT: If you guys did enjoy this book, I have another RWBY story that I just recently posted. It's got 10 chapters currently and I'm proud of it. Also, you're probably wondering why I'm posting a second Epilogue chapter.

1.) It's really friggin hard for me to not think shot this book after thinking about it for 2 and a half months.

2.) I'm honestly not impressed with the last chapter..........

And Finally, 3.) I forgot to explain some other details I never looked into.... Such as Chronos' wife, the winter maiden. Or even Ozpin's little rant before leaving, or even MetalDick's death.

So like before, enjoy! Vote andComment, and also check out my new book called "The Catalyst"

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Flint sat quietly in his hospital bed, stroking Cinder's soft black hair. She had fallen asleep earlier that night, her head lying softly supported by her crossed arms. She looked so beautiful, sleeping peacefully.

His eyes suddenly drifted out his window, where the black sky cast over a street with dull yellow lights. He smiled slightly, welcoming the silence. Lillyana was still watching over Emilia, as Cinder didn't want to leave the hospital without Flint. That left he andCinder many hours of alone time, but Flint mainly spent those hours thinking to himself. At times, Cinder would shout his name and he'd never hear her.

Although he had indeed awoken from his sleep,  his strength had not yet returned. His body had lost many pounds in the weeks he'd been lost in his consciousness, and even worse he could no longer stand on his own. If only someone could imagine what it was like to have Cinder watch him use the toilet.

He chuckled lightly to himself once again. If someone had been watching, they would have thought he was crazy, what with all of the talking he did to himself. It was irregular, really.

But then he did something totally normal. With the window remaining open at his suggestion, he raised his right hand to the supple breeze. On cue, electricity flowed from the lights, slowly and causing the street lights to turn off. The electricity took the form of red lightning, soon making contact with his finger tips. His body welcomed the familiar feeling, and suddenly his body began nourishing itself once more. The meat he had lost returned to his body, somehow converting the electricity he had just absorbed into flesh.

Before he knew it, Flint's body had returned to he normal toned body had grown so used to. His dark blue eyes suddenly shined once more, transforming from the full blue they were earlier.

He suddenly looked at Cinder once more, deciding on whether or not to wake her and tell her about his sudden transformation. He decided not to, smiling to himself again.

God, he should really stop smiling to himself.

With that final thought, his eyes closed and he nodded off to sleep.

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Cinder awoke the next morning, in a very unexpected place.

Her bedroom, inside the house she and Flint had owned. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, taking in the familiar milky-yellow color that was also painted on the walls. She finally looked around, still unsure. How should she react? Take the familiar path out of her room, walk exactly four steps hen take a left around the hallway corner and fly down the stairs? Should she quickly jump out of the window that stood to her left, her weapon readied?

Or-

"Cinder."

Cinder's amber eyes shot from the window, her head twisting quickly and almost in a painful manner.

"Flint!?" Cinder exclaimed, suddenly noticing his rejuvenation. The meat had returned to his bones, nearly patterning them. His eyes were no longer a dull blue, but they shined once more. Tears spread across her eyes, her excitement suddenly getting the best of her. She quickly got off the bed they shared and ran to him, hugging him ever so tightly. They stood like that for who knows how long, hugging with Cinder crying constantly and Flint patting her back soothingly.

"I would stop crying if I were you." Flint advised.

"Why?" Cinder asked, her voice breaking from her constant sobbing.

"Emilia is sleeping in the next room." Flint responded, silencing Cinder almost instantly. After a few more quiet sobs, Cinder finally calmed down. Flint looked at her, nearly the exact same height except he was slightly taller. Her beautiful amber eyes now had red streaks etched into them, but Flint didn't think of it too much.

Even with tear stains cutting through her cheeks, itchy red eyes contaminating her, he still though she was the most beautiful women he'd ever met.

"Come on, I made your favorite breakfast downstairs. Two slices of Applewood bacon, two eggs cooked thoroughly and seasoned by me, along with a fresh apple plucked from the apple tree outside." Flint said, casually. And in fact, it was casual. He'd done this many times, made her breakfast before she awoke. That was before Ironwood destroyed their lives.

Speaking of which, Ironwood's funeral was next week. They had been invited and Flint was going to give a speech.

Flint pulled Cinder down the stairs, almost giddy with excitement. What was he so excited about? Maybe that they could finally reigned to their past lives?

She found out once she hit the bottom of the stairs. A man, probably around his 40's, sat in the plush brown couch in the living room. He had dark blue hair, amazing silver eyes, pale skin, and a jagged scar going down the right side of his face. Upon seeing Cinder, the male stood up. He cleared his throat, almost signaling Flint

"Cinder, this is my father. Odair Lockryder. Father, this is Cinder. My wife." Flint's arm found itself around Cinder's was it, pulling her ever so slightly close.

"But.... I thought you were dead?" Cinder asked, her shocked expression still eminent. Odair chuckled, taking Ina deep breath before beginning.

"No, my new daughter. I never died, I was merely hospitalized for 20 years. At the request of Raijin, my brother, we kept my whereabouts quiet. No one knew I was alive, except for Lilyanna and Raijin." Odair's voice was deep, a somehow slight hitch in his voice every now and then.

"Lilyanna knew? How come you never told Flint?" Cinder questioned.

"It is not always best to tell an assassin your whereabouts, no matter the relation."

"But-" Cinder began. Flint cut her off, a determined look in his eyes.

"It's fine. I just need to know one thing." Flint's jaw was still, only adding to his determined demeanor.

"And that is?"

"Why weren't you at Mom's funeral?"

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