Pain & Misery | A RWBY MaleReader

Prologue Act I - Loss

Author's Note: Holy Hell, I can't believe you decided to read this! Well anyways, if you read the description you should know that i'm a novice writer and that this is my very first story I've ever made. I honestly don't expect many things from this, but thank you for reading anyways! If you have any ideas, tips or you just wanna point out some of my mistakes, please feel free to comment below. Now, without further adieu, I present the Prologue, Part I. Cya next time!

3rd person POV:

It was a rainy day in Atlas; however, a certain household didn't care for a moment. Some distance away from the city stood a 2-story house, covered thick by snow and swallowed by the forest that surrounded it. Today should have been like any other day, but fate seems to oppose the 7-year old (Y/N) for his life is destined to be full of misery.... right?

"C'mon dad get up!" a small voice rang throughout the two-story house, clearly expressing excitement. "give me five more minutes (Y/N)" was the reply the voice got before the air was filled with silence. (Y/N), now pouting, walked downstairs to his mother to see if she could get his dad up.

"Mom! Dad isn't waking up!" he complained, his mom looked over to him before sighing "(Y/N), I know it's your birthday, but your dad was working late last night. How about you go upstairs and get ready to eat while I go wake him up?" (Y/N) seemed satisfied with this answer as his expression lit up and he shook his head, (H/C) hair shaking and (E/C) glimmering before he raced upstairs, changing out of his sleep wear.

(Y/N) POV:

Today is my 7th birthday and I'm ecstatic, I mean, who wouldn't be? You get presents, you go to places you usually don't like the movies and I just enjoy being able to spend time with my parents. I quickly pulled on some (sf/c) shorts and a (f/c) shirt before I heard a crash downstairs and a muffled shout and a cry of pain.

I ran downstairs and saw my dad on his knees with a sword sticking out of his chest, I didn't even have time to speak before it was ripped out and he fell over, blood pooling around his body. "Dad!" I screamed and rushed over to his side to check on him. "please dad don't go! We still have so much to do! DAD!" I cried as I looked at his face, eyes clouded, and face distorted in pain.

I heard light laughing and whipped my head to the right to see my mum on her knees facing me while crying "(Y/N), baby, you have to get out of here, don't die with us." My eyes widened and I reached my hand out, as if trying to grasp her hand from across the room. "Mom!" I screamed and as if on cue, as soon as I said those words a blade came swinging down, separating her head from her neck, the momentum causing her head to roll forwards and look at me.

I screamed and crawled back as far as I could, tears streaming down my face, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts before I heard footsteps and my head shot up to see a group of people dressed in black coats with white grimm masks to hide their identities'.

???: "Seven, kill him"

Seven: "What! He's just a kid, One!"

One: "So? When his dad killed our leader, we swore we'd kill his entire family. Now do it, or I will"

My eyes flickered around to the other six members who have stayed silent and still the entire time, seeing what they do. 'I could try to run...no they'd just catch me. Is this really where I die?' I looked to my fathers' body and then my mothers' and came to a conclusion. 'dying here, with them, wouldn't be so bad'.

Seven: "sorry kid, looks like I have no choice"

I look down to tearstained floor and my breathing goes heavy, my heart starts pumping and the room starts spinning. I hear the mans' sword unsheathe and can't help but look up in fear. 'No! I don't want to die! I want to live for them... please someone, anyone, save me!' a glint of silver catches my eyes as I feel extremes pain flowing from my left shoulder to my right hip.

I fall to the ground as blood pools around me, trying to get up but it's in vain, I can't move a muscle. My eyelids feel heavy and all I can feel is despair. Pure, utter, despair. I don't deserve this, but I have no choice. The last thing I hear is a man and woman's voice.

One: "Three, burn this place to the ground"

Three: "Yes One"

With that response (Y/N) was swallowed by the darkness, little did he know even when he woke up he wouldn't be freed from the abyss, nor did he know that his pain was only just beginning. As the saying goes 'when you look into the abyss...the abyss looks back'.

End Author's Note: Once again, thank you for reading and please, I need to improve my writing skills so if you have any tips at all, feel free to tell me. Peace out!