The Son of The Prodigy (RWBY x OC/Male Reader) (Arc 1)

Red Flag (Chapter 5 Volume 2)

Re-Edited: 09/08/2020, 5:51 AM.

Hey yall, Carter here. My decision to make a SAO book is coming to a close, and I think that I might do it, but once I got the main plots and stuff down. Right now though, I will focus on The Son of The Prodigy. Anyways, without a further ado, lets get into it. 

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(Nighttime, 8 PM, Campsite.)

It was now nighttime, the broken moon illuminating light upon the world. The black sky coats the night, a fire the only source of light.

And, standing at the fire with his sword out was you, scroll at the ear as you communicated with your comrades.

"Clark. I'm in position."

"Good. What about the others?"

Mirage's voice echoes through the scroll.

"Hidden."

Then Grace's voice.

"Set."

Finally, Heath's voice.

"Ready!"

Clark lets out a grunt of confirmation.

"Good. Now, we wait. Y/N, you know what to do."

"Right!"

Looking at you and your comrades's positions, you found yourself standing near the campfire, a handful of distance away from the campsite. Then, you peeked at Clark's tent, the owner present inside his own shelther. Then, a tree behind his tent, and then a tree behind Grace's tent.

"Right, let me get the plan down once again. I'll be bait for the black cloaked guy. Clark will be listening for footsteps. And, if he hears boots, he'll let out a cough. That's to signal Mirage and Heath to ambush the culprit. And, Grace will freeze him in place."

"Hopefully, this'll work. I mean, the worst thing that can happen is that Heath gets spotted and the plan fails. Right?"

You then heard cracking in your scroll, and it was from Clark. 

"I'm hearing a signal. He's right behind the tent."

At this, you felt yourself tense up.

"Get ready kids. He'll be here any min- ARGH!"

"Clark!"

You looked at your scroll in shock, before looking at his tent. You then peered to see a black-cloaked figure pop out of the tent, gripping Clark in his collar.

But, Grace's voice emits through his scroll, and the black-cloaked figure peers down to peek at it.

"Team? I think I heard Clark yell, think it was in pain. I'll come out to freeze him now!"

"Grace, don't-!"

It was too late. The figure had his guard up and ready, waiting for Grace to show up. She eventually does, and when she readies an ice ball at her hand, the figure jumps towards her. You then heard her shriek, a clash of metal between the two. But soon, no sound came out.