Cold As Ice: RWBY

The Open Door

"Chug, chug, chug, chug!!!" yelled the crowd. The crowd and I watched as Yang drank a ridiculous amount of alcohol and not pass out when she was finished. "WHOOO!!" screamed the crowd. "Nice, but you should probably quit now," I told her. She hiccuped. "Noooo.....jusssstt....onnnnneeee...morrre," she slurred. I propped her up. "Come on, it's getting late. We need to head back," I insisted. I pulled her towards the door. "Hey, come on," someone said. "The chick says she wants to stay, so let her stay," he said. I glared at him. "Don't encourage her," I said. Yang stood and wobbled on her feet. "Yeeeaaah. Don't... eeencourage... meee," she slurred. A guy put his arm around her neck. "How about we take this back to my place?" he asked. I pulled him off of her. "Hey, back off man," I growled. Yang stumbled next to me. "Yeeaahhh, he's my boyfriend, soooo....you betterr listen," she mumbled. I caught her before she fell. "Boyfriend eh?" one of them sneered. I propped Yang up at the table. "Sit here and behave yourself," I told her, "And no more drinks." She struck a goofy salute and sat there. I stepped towards the crowd. "Who's first?" I asked. "Excuse me?" a voice asked. I looked at the bar. "What?" I demanded. The bartender held up a shaky finger. "Try not to destroy everything," he said. I nodded. "Got it." I turned back to the crowd. A biker in a leather jacket stepped forth. "I'll take this punk down," he said. The crowd cheered. I put up one finger. "I'll beat you in one hit," I stated. The biker's face twisted in rage. "You mocking me kid?!" he demanded. "I'll kill you!" He pulled out a bowie knife and rushed me. I sidestepped him and brought my foot up into his crotch. He groaned loudly and fell over. "Anyone else?" I asked. Everyone backed up. I turned towards Yang. "Come on, we're leaving," I said. I took her hand and led her outside, into the damp and humid night. Yang suddenly fell over, but I caught her. "She has to pass out NOW?" I thought. I picked her up and carried her bridal style. "She sure is heavy," I groaned. I struggled to get back to the dorms, regretting that I didn't get any drinks.

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I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked over at the bed where Yang was sleeping while I slept on the ground. I checked my scroll and it showed it was 4:30. I laid back in bed and thought back to what my mother said, "A door has opened for you. All you have to do is walk through it." I smiled. I turned on my side and tried to get some more sleep before the sun rose.

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I woke up and found myself tied to a chair. I looked around my surroundings and saw I was in a dark room, a single light hanging above me. I tried to break the bonds that tied me to the chair, but they were too tight. I tasted blood in my mouth and spat on the ground, a single crimson droplet. Lights turned on in front of me. There laid my teammates, on their knees, arms and legs bound together. They all looked like they were beaten within an inch of their life. A masked man walked in and stood in front of me. He leaned forward and looked at my face. He walked behind me and cut me loose. "Do anything funny and your friends die," he rasped. He handed me a revolver and one bullet. "Pick one," he said. I looked at the gun in my hand. "Wha- what did you say?" I asked nervously. "Shoot one of them," he repeated. I shook my head. "I-I can't," I said. Zayne coughed and looked at me. "S-Shoot me," he said, "I-I'll take one for the team." The masked man grabbed my hands and made me load the single bullet into the chamber of the gun. He cocked it for me. "Now shoot one of them," he repeated, anger entering his voice. I slowly aimed at Zayne, my hands shaking. "Now, pull the trigger," he whispered. I put my finger on the trigger. "Squeeze it," he urged. I stared at Zayne's beaten face. "Do it," Zayne whispered. 'SQUIEEZE THE DAMN TRIGGER!" the masked man screamed. "I CAN'T DO IT DAMMIT!" I yelled. I put the gun's barrel to my head. "If I kill myself, will you spare them?" I asked, quietly. The masked man stood in silence. After what seemed a decade he delivered his verdict. "Yes." The answer echoed off the walls until it was silent again. I smiled at my team. "Goodbye," I said. Zayne and the others started to yell for me not to do it. I closed my eyes and squeezed the trigger.