Y/N POV
I stood in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My shirt was off and lied in the ground next to me. My burn scar ached, as it always had. The proper treatment for a burn wound was never applied to it, making it still impervious to infections. The scar was an ugly patch of skin covering my left part of my torso going up my next and covering part if my cheek. An abundance of smaller scars littered my body. A stab on my stomach, a slash on my back, a bullet wound on my shoulder, and others.
My aura was damaged beyond repair, having about half as much as anyone else from a lifetime of hurt. I put my shirt and hoodie on, making sure my machete and pistol was secured. My wrist started bleeding again, so I wrapped a tight bandage over it and left the bathroom into my empty room. Saber and the twins had left already. Good. I had planned on being alone today anyways. I limped toward the door and opened it, hearing loud voices from Team RWBY's dorm. I limped down the hall toward the ships to Vale.
My plan was to go down to a notorious club and figure out any White Fang activity in Vale after hearing some rumors from RWBY, since they talked so loud.
The White Fang will be destroyed. Those are the words I live by. One they are destroyed, I have no point in my life.
--Time Skip--
I kicked the back of a faunus' knee, forcing him to the ground. I pointed my pistol at the back of his head and held him down in his knees.
"I will ask again. Where are they? It's either answers or your limbs."
Okay okay! Just chill man. Look, you didn't hear this from me! They're gonna rob a huge Schnee Dust freighter! Torchwick is with them!" The faunus squealed. I swiftly knocked him out, leaving him in a puddle in an alleyway.
I started walking toward the direction of the shipment, seeing a airship fly towards it. It has to be them.
I broke into a run, activating my semblance and smashing down the gate with my fist. I took out my pistol and started toward where the airship had landed.
I came to a stop, the click of guns behind me. I turned to see three White Fang soldiers pointing their guns at me.
"Drop the gun!" I didn't. In a flash, a soldier fell with a bullet to his head. I rushed forward and broke the others jaw with my fist, taking out the other with a final shot.
"Impressive." I heard a familiar voice behind me. Torchwick. I turned, seeing him and at least twenty White Fang soldiers, multiple armed with swords.
"Well, this is getting boring. Kill him." Torchwick ordered the White Fang. My aura flickered as multiples bullets slammed into me.
Two enemies with swords rushed at me. I activated semblance and slammed the ground, causing a shockwave that knocked them back unconscious. I drew my pistol and dropped four more with four shots before diving behind cover. Shots ricocheted around me as the soldiers slowly advanced towards me. A soldier turned the corner, attempting to strike me with his sword. I quickly knocked the sword to the ground and put him in a choke hold.
Using the soldier as a shield, I stepped out from the cover and was met with rounds slamming into my meat shield. I popped off a few more rounds from my pistol, dropping three. Their weakness disgusts me.
A group for four soldiers with swords advanced in a circle formation. In response, I holstered my pistol and drew my machete. One struck, his blade being blocked by the armor on my left arm. I swept my blade upwards, slashing his chest, dodging another swipe at the same. I dodged another stab and kicked the soldier back into the ground, clutching his chest.
I felt a sharp pain pierce through my aura in my abdomen, he pain flowing through my body. I turned around and stabbed the soldier in the heart, killing him.
After dodging more swipes and stabs, the remaining two were dead. I looked to my wound. Not good. Blood was flowing and was probably internally bleeding as well.
I scrambled and grabbed a smoke grenade off the dead soldier's vest, pulling the pin and slamming it into the ground beneath me. It covered he whole area, allowing me to retreat.
--Time Skip--
Third person POV
Team RWBY was talking in their dorm, as usual, when Y/N busted open the door, holding his abdomen. Blood covered his hands and his legs. The team looked in surprise and rushed towards him, catching him as soon as he fell. Ruby looked at his distant and shocked eyes.
"He's on shock." Blake said. Yang nodded and picked him up, running towards the infirmary. Ruby and Blake followed close behind, Weiss deciding to stay behind and clean up the blood Y/N had spilt onto their floor.
Yang kicked open the doors to the infirmary, surprising the staff there. A doctor quickly came over with a gurney and had a nurse help him get Y/N on it. The doctor shook his head as he grimaced at his wounds.
Ruby flew into the room, rose petals swarming the hallway. A nurse came out of a room and walked up to the three girls.
"He's gonna need surgery. The wound pierced an organ and it's lucky he got here when he did."
Yang nodded. Blake and Ruby had a worried look on their face.
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