RWBYS

The Other Side

It was cold. Everything surrounding me, cold. A white mist coats and lingers the pale of my flesh, small cuts and many bruises scatter my bare tattooed arms. My body is completely stiff, and the only thing I can feel is the cold that consumes me. Until the burning sensation returns. Like I'm reliving the horrifying moment my best friend backstabs me, and sends her blade through my stomach. I feel the air being ripped from my collapsing lungs, and the blood fill both my insides, consuming my organs, then pouring out like some broken water spout. Everything is black with a white mist swirling around, a hand suddenly grabbing mine and pulling me into my feet. They're a shadow, the only thing visible is a white cracked mask, with glowing red eyes behind the two holes where eyes should be. The hand lets go of mine, traveling up my arm to grasp my shoulder like a parent's motion saying a job well done. Wait....

No. I'm not done, am I? This isn't my place to part with the earth, this isn't my time. My hourglass is still pouring out, you can't tell me it's the deadline! My chest tightens, fear and crippling pain of the fact I feel as if I don't have a choice. "My journey isn't over!" I finally scream out, only for the shadow to slowly cover my mouth, firmly yet comfortingly. The eyes- they're glowing... pouring out energy... like they're telling me it's okay to let go. My hands shoot to my hair as I grasp the soft chocolate locks within my fingers, soft whines escaping me as I collapse to my knees. I feel my own energy being sapped, the sudden urge to just give in and accept that perhaps... perhaps I have fulfilled my destiny.

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Weiss's POV
"I've lost her."
Those 3 words shoot ice through my rampaging heart, the blood pumping organ nearly beating out of my chest. My eyes shoot wide as fear wells up within me, my body going completely stiff. The light blue of my eyes follow multiple other medical members rush in, one of the young women quickly beginning to press her fists into our dying teammate's chest over and over while another begins to pump her lungs full of air. Unable to watch any longer, I find myself slinging around to tightly secure my arms around the waist of the taller raven haired girl who stood behind me, her blazing ember eyes locked wide upon the seen. I feel her body, limp and motionless, unmoving as she simply stands there watching maybe one of the only people she held close die. "Come on Weiss, man up and comfort her! This is going to scar her, tell Blake to look away!" My body begins to tremble, and I only hug the Faunus tighter, closing my eyes harder. I don't want to be here right now... this can't be real. This can't be happening.

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The ground is warm against my freezing corpse, my hands glued to the ground and my arms trembling, nearing too weak to keep myself up. Suddenly the sound of soft cries fill my ears, my striped harks perking on my head and shifting to the sound, my head slowly lifting to face the figure. The cries- Wiess? "You're dying." The figure whispers out, no emotion to be found within his or her words. However it's enough to hit me in the stomach, and I push myself to my feet. "I can't die. They need me. I'm not done, I still have things to do..." The figure remains silent, like they're ignoring me. Anger begins to build up. "Okay, I get it! I have a purpose! My purpose is not to die now! They need me! The world needs me! I am worth it!" I shout angrily, and just as if that's what the figure needed to hear- they fade into white mist.

But why to I still hear the consistent tone of...

I'm flatlining.