When Titans Fall (RWBY x M! Titan Pilot Reader)

Deal With The Devil

"They say strangers are just friends you haven't met... unless they're shooting at you. Then they are definitely not your friends... nor will you ever meet them"- Captain Tai Lastimosa

     You awoke to find yourself sitting on a bunk bed. Around you, there were several others. All grey metal, with the same for the surrounding walls. It looked like a military squad dormitory that you had slept in once while in the 9th Militia Fleet after you had left Orthros. You heard chatter outside the room door- two men. You slowly rose to your feet, the world seeming to go in slow motion. You were tired; your bones felt weak and your muscles ached. Stepping toward the door, you hesitated before opening it. What were they talking about? Did it concern me? Why are they here? When you finally opened the door, the two men stopped their conversation and looked at you with disapproving and disgusted faces. They shared a glance before walking in opposite directions. You were curious as to why they acted this way but didn't follow. You started walking. You didn't know where you were going - just walking.

     As you went, everyone you walked by looked at you with anger or disappointment. The edges of your vision were foggy, adding to the nauseating feeling of the slow-motion world. Your mood grew worse. You knew why they were looking at you like this, but it wouldn't come to mind in your conscience. As you neared your destination, the number of people grew. The number of looks you received grew as well. You noticed what you were wearing as well. It wasn't the pilot's uniform or the off duty outfit. It was the outfit given to a captured traitor. You kept up your pace, no longer stopping to look at anyone and instead focusing on the interior of the ship. The gray walls around you had a strip of orange paint through the middle. Various doors and rooms had labels over them, marking important locations. 

     Military personnel were walking around, performing different tasks. You tried your hardest to ignore them. It didn't matter. You could feel their eyes boring into you like a fiery brand. There was no escape. Then the shouting started. People were stopping around you, shouting terrible insults that were only ever used as slang against the enemy. Then they surrounded you, forming a wall. You tried to push through it, only getting so far before you yourself were pushed down. A group of men started kicking you, punching you, just beating you in general. Several things were yelled "Traitor!" "You did this!" "It's all your fault!" You didn't know what they meant, or what was going on. When the pain finally stopped, they had stood up. One came from the crowd holding a bucket of water. They brought you to a knee and put the water in front of you. Some held your arms back, while others held back your legs. You didn't have the energy to resist anyway. One put a hand on the back of your head before roughly pushing it into the bucket and it wasn't long before you felt yourself slowly slipping away.

     You shot awake, your head snapping up. Your breathing was sporadic and panicked. So much so that you didn't see the people standing in front of you. As you calmed yourself down, you felt how wet your face was, and looked to see an empty silver bucket sitting on a table to your left, right next to your SRS helmet. "Oh good, you're finally awake." A voice said from the other side of the table. His face was hidden, as the only light in the room was pointed at you. You were about to speak when whoever this person was spoke before you. "I hope you don't mind the cuffs." It took you a second to realize what he meant. As you tried to move your hands, you felt the handcuffs on your hands behind the chair you sat on. "Now, you caused quite a lot of trouble on your way here. Many people are dead today because of you."

     "Wow really? I thought that on the planet of school girls wielding giant fantasy weapons, you'd all be invulnerable to my rockets. It appears I've overestimated . . . whatever technology you appear to possess." You said sarcastically. If there was one thing you remembered from the times you were interrogated, it was to get the interrogators mad. The loss of rational thought would allow you to make them do things they wouldn't normally do.