(Y/N) Rose was always the shy girl. She didn't have a semblance or knew how to fight, so she was the black sheep of the family... She was always ignored by them, even her own uncle!
So, she has enough and runs away but bumps into a interesting trio...
A figure was seen standing outside a White Fang, wielding a fire axe they carried in both hands. Oddly enough, lightning struck in the background, the person standing there before they suddenly vanished.
The scene than changes to the camera panning over the abandoned warehouse filled with White Fang members as they carried crates of dust with the SDC logos on them and even some with Lien in them. One of the members set a crate down and placed his hands on his lower back and stretching before twisting his body, sighing in content as he heard his bones pop. Before he could go back to work, he heard what sounded like a glass bottle rolling across the floor somewhere so he went to investigate and thanks to being a Faunus, he had night vision. He rounded near the corner before what looked like to be some type of trap with wires and 4 stems suddenly shut on him, trapping all his limbs. He gasped loudly before sighing and groaning.
"Gary? Is this another one of your tricks again?" He asked as he stood there looking around but got no answer. "Gary, I'm serious here! Come on out, man!"
He wiggled a bit but whoever did this trap was really skilled. Looks like he'll need a hand or 2 to take him out.
"Gary this isn't funny! Now get me-!" He shouted before the glass above him shattered as he looked up only to have an axe to the face. The figure tugged but it wouldn't budge, so they put their foot on his stomach and forcefully pushed him off as he went limp, the trap now snapping to pieces before lightning struck again and the figure was gone.
2 more Faunus's heard their friend shouting so they went to check it out.
"You think Mark's okay?" The male asked.
"I don't know, Simon." She said irritatedly.
"I'm just asking, Gary." He raised his hands up in defence.
They saw their friend's hand peeking out from behind of the dust crates.
"There you are, Mark! What's with all that-?" Gary began as she walked around the crate only to see his limp body lying there with a deep blade wound in his face and the broken trap around him. "Holy fucking SHIT...." Gary gasped.
Suddenly what sounded like chains rattling, something burst through a vent by Simon's feet the chain wrapping around his ankle and tugged as he planted on his stomach. Looking behind he only saw the chain around his ankle before suddenly being yanked back, Simon attempting to grab onto the floor so he wouldn't be pulled in but it was no use. He screamed upon being pulled in and Gary pointed her flashlight at the now bloody vent.
"Simon? SIMON!!" Gary screaming in hopes of a reply, but she got none. She than bolted out the room and with her fox ears, she could've sworn she heard some type of high pitched giggling echoing somewhere, but she did not care.
Chest heaving with breath, she needed to find someone, ANYONE! She heard something whipping through the air before suddenly she felt a cold, metal steal wrap around her neck causing her to gasp and sputter as she grasped it with one hand and reaching out desperately the other. She choked when she felt herself being pulled backwards as she felt around for something, anything to use as a weapon. Suddenly she remembered; her gun! If she could just reach down and grab it, just have that small window of opportunity she could shoot either the madman or the chain, she'd be free and have a bit of time to think, just THINK!
Weakly reaching down due to her incapacitated state, she could feel her fingers brush against the handle of her pistol. That's it! She fumbled her fingers around a bit, making sure she had a firm grip and grip it tightly she did. She yanked it free from it's holster and aimed it before the madman, prepare to shoot as she bent her head backwards to get a better shot...
She suddenly felt something cold and sharp shove itself into her left eye. She didn't have to voice to scream due to the chain wrapped around her through. But with her one single good eye remaining, she could see the figure... It was dressed in jeans, shoes but had bandages around the ankles, wounds maybe? She could make out fur around the hood and the sweater was unzipped a bit down below the chest area, showing a bit of a shirt under the sweater. Gary could also make out what looked like to be some type of fox mask upon it's face and hair in a ponytail resembling a tail and a crudely fox tail at the back of of the pants.
As her body began to gave out, Gary trying to grasp the scissors she found out what it was, stabbed into her eye, the figure suddenly shoved her face forward, the blade sinking deeper into her skull and slammed her head once more as the blade burst through the back of her skull, Gary couldn't help but feel saddened yet be at peace...
She never got to confess to Simon.... Maybe she will in the afterlife....
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Frank Morrison sat there, strapped to a chair with his hands bound behind his back by some rope. His head was bleeding a bit, but nothing serious. He had some bruises on his stomach where he was punched and it hurt like a bitch might I add. He lifted his head up wen he heard what sounded like screaming, gun shots and stabbing and slashing followed by high pitched giggles. The door was suddenly being broken down, loud thumping heard before it suddenly fell down showing who was saving him.
'(Y-Y/N?)' Frank asked- well more like screamed in his mind upon seeing (Y/N) literally slaughtering everyone just to get to him. He than noticed her outfit.
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(The orange fox outfit)
Fire axe strapped to her back, bloodied chain wrapped around her diagonally and holding a broken ruler with compass blades, she was happy to see Frank again.
"Hi Franklin! ^•^" Oddly enough, she sounded like a child who didn't see that one friend or family member in a long time. In this case, it was him.
"What are-" he coughed up blood a bit "-you doing here?" He finished.
She played with her ruler, mask on her face still. "Saving you~"
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"Can we leave, please?" Frank begged.
"Okay!" She said cheerfully as she cut him free of his bonds and hoisted his arm over his shoulder and led him out just a ms the warehouse caught on fire.
