PING!
You Have Fully Healed from Skill [Long Rest]
I bolted awake.
My breath came in sharp bursts. Shivers raced down my spine. Frantic eyes darted, trying to take in the cave's surroundings. My hands, cold and trembling, rubbed my arms for warmth and comfort. Those horrifying images from yesterday, every single moment, flooded back with cruel clarity.
The Grimm. Their haunting eyes, their sheer malevolence. They were imprinted in my mind, the shadows lurking at every corner. The cliff's edge where I stood, doubt gnawing at me, my stupid, dumb, desperate plan unfolding. Each blow from the Alpha echoed in my body, every strike causing my bones to splinter and crack. Those screams—were they really mine? They sounded alien, echoing the unadulterated pain I felt.
And then I came close, so very close, to returning to that silence, that endless, everlasting, eternal silence.
But, amid all of that chaos, a beacon. A surge from within, a blue shield of protective light—my Aura. The very essence of my soul had transformed into power. In that moment, with that energy coursing through me, I felt invincible. The world seemed different, new. It was... transformative.
Yet now, with everything behind me, I felt its absence keenly. The raw power was gone, replaced by the familiar chill of vulnerability. The haunting realization set in; that strength was fleeting. And I was, once again, just... me. Weak, useless, powerless, and vulnerable. Always. Always vulnerable.
The phantom marks of pain and exhaustion resided along with that vulnerability, a remnant from that onslaught. Memories of the scratches, the piercing slashes, and the raw maulings filled my senses, each one a constant reminder to my once-overpowering weakness. That vivid recall was more tormenting than any physical wound.
A river of emotions, previously suppressed by that unnatural determination began to flow through me. My heart raced, and I instinctively clutched at my chest, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
Oh god, what's happening to me?
In that moment of pure agony, the desire to let tears flow—to let out all the pain, was overwhelming. I wanted nothing more than to find solace, some form of release.
But I wasn't alone.
Sitting nearby, her silver eyes locked onto mine, was her, sitting quietly, ever-presently watching with worry spreading across her face.
Ruby Rose
'The Girl with Silver Eyes'
HP: 350/350
AP: 200/200
Level: 1
"Y-You were screaming last night," she whispered, her voice tinged with concern, her gaze never leaving mine. Her presence, while comforting, made the rawness of my emotions even more palpable.
I turned to the young girl who sat a little distance from me. The remnants of yesterday's battle marred her light pale skin—dried blood that seemed almost out of place against her delicate complexion. Her typically immaculate black hair, adorned with red tips, now lay disheveled, hinting at the mayhem we'd experienced. Her iconic red hood wore the scars of our encounter with the Grimm: streaks of mud and signs of wear. But the most captivating detail was her eyes. Those brilliant silver orbs glowed even in the dim light, reflecting a hint of the day outside. And swimming deep within those eyes was an unmistakable emotion: fear.
This realization made me try to muster a calm facade. I had to project the confidence and trust that she needed to see in me.
I failed… miserably.
"S-Sometimes, nights are tough for me, Ruby. Last night was... just one of those times." I stammered, hoping my words would mask the turmoil inside. "It's… not a big deal." Yet everything else about me, showed the truth.
Ruby continued to study me, her gaze piercing through my weak defenses. The silence between us grew, a chasm filled with unsaid words and emotions. Finally, her voice, gentle with that same hint of concern, broke the stillness. "Curt, a-are you sure you're okay?"
I stared at her wearily. A number of thoughts rushed through my mind. A number of possible answers to that question traveled along with them. Yet I could only answer with one—the lie.
No-no, I'm not.
"I-I'm fine… Ruby. Everything is fine," I forced a reassuring smile, trying to suppress the shaking, the emotion, the tiredness. Yet it felt impossible with what I'd been through, with how much more I would have to go through. And as I realized that, something called out to me. A small tug, now attached to my very soul. I could feel its desire, its want, to spread what it had provided me yesterday, into me again. All I had to do was… let it in.
[Determination]
I resisted its allure with every ounce of strength I had. The power it promised was nearly as potent as my Aura, but there was a darker, more treacherous edge to it. This power was borderline addicting and… dangerous. Too dangerous. The aftereffects of that skill were too severe to just ignore. I already felt emotionally unstable. Ruby was depending on me, I really couldn't be like that right now.
I could manage without it.
I would manage without it.
I will manage without it.
Ruby's young, silver eyes peered at me, filled with confusion and disbelief, but eventually, she offered a slow tentative nod.
I released a deep calming breath, forcing my emotions down (and failing), before slowly returning the nod. "Alright," I managed, slowly rising to my feet. "We need to get moving. Your mother mentioned that the village was–"
"But, wait!" Ruby blurted, her voice filled with urgency. "I have… so many questions."
"I think this might not be the right time–"
She continued either way. "Why aren't you hurt anymore from yesterday? Those monsters–the Grimm, they hurt you so bad... And why did you shout so much last night? Are you really alright? And... how do you know my mom? Why do you know me? We've never even met." Her barrage of questions felt like a relentless wave crashing over me, the last one being the most daunting, as a short memory passed over.
I'm a friend, of your mom's, Curt Weaver.
I swallowed hard, the weight of my poorly chosen words pressing down on me. "Ruby," I began, my voice faltering, "I know you have a lot of questions and-"
"Curt," she started again, her voice barely above a whisper, "I j-just need some answers. I feel lost without mom and... and I just left her."
I paused, her pure emotion hitting me in the chest, pressing me into a corner. Her earnest request for the truth coupled with the glimpse of that vulnerable little girl behind her determined eyes was painful to witness. How could I possibly tell her? That everything she's lived, the world she knows, is nothing more than a video game? Would she even believe me?
However, there was something in her gaze that nudged at my conscience. She was right, after all. She had made the brave choice of leaving her mother behind, placing her trust in me. She deserved to at least know what was going on. She deserved to know why this all was happening to her, sweet and innocent Ruby Rose.
But no matter how much I wanted to spill it all out, I found myself holding back.
A comforting lie would be much better than the truth, especially this truth. And in my heart.
I'm a liar anyways.
As I searched for words, looking for any sort of comfort to offer and a way out of this situation, something moved at the corner of my vision. Out of the shadows, a small white figure emerged, heading from the cave entrance.
Ruby's intense gaze shifted, following my line of sight. A mixture of confusion and curiosity replaced the urgency in her eyes. "Is that...a rabbit?" she murmured, her focus now divided between her need for answers and the appearance of this creature in our most dire circumstances.
Seeing that rabbit, I was taken aback. The fact that I ran into it not once, not twice, but three times in a row, on back-to-back days. It was so unlikely, so impossible, and yet…
Is it-is it following me?
"Yeah, it seems so," I replied, shaking away that thought. "It's strange, especially in a place like this."
Ruby, despite her previous fervor, seemed momentarily enchanted. "It's so cute," she whispered. But then she shook her head, trying to refocus. "But Curt, please, I still need to know."
I took a deep breath. "Ruby, I promise, we'll talk. Just not right now, there's so much happening, there's so much danger. Let's just get to a safer place… the village, and I'll explain everything I can." Even as I said this, I felt the weight of what that truly meant, and the familiar sting of avoiding the truth. But for now, the rabbit provided just enough of a distraction to defer this conversation.
Her eyes shimmered with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "You promise, Curt? Because I've lost so much, and I can't lose the truth too, even if it's scary."
I hesitated, realizing the depth of trust she was placing in me. And yet again… I lied. "I promise, Ruby. I owe you that much."
She met my gaze again, probing deep into my eyes, as if trying to discern the truth from the depths of my soul. The intensity of her scrutiny was almost palpable. But after what felt like an eternity, she exhaled deeply, breaking our intense connection.
She then turned away and took hesitant steps towards the rabbit, her movements slow and somewhat shaky from the emotional turmoil she had experienced. Every step felt deliberate, each one heavy with her trauma, but there was also an undeniable glint of excitement in her eyes. The innocence and purity of the animal drew her in, offering a brief reprieve from the despair of her world.
Observing her approach, I cautioned, voice tinged with concern, "Ruby, you might want to be gentle. This little guy has a tendency to run-"
But before I could finish, she delicately bent down and scooped the rabbit into her arms. It didn't run away, it didn't dart off, it didn't bolt in fear. It just happily cuddled deep into Ruby's little arms. Disbelief shook me to my core at the disgusting sight of betrayal in front of me.
"Are you—are you fucking serious?" I muttered as I glared at the rabbit, small flames of anger and annoyance in my eyes. I quickly approached and its gaze met mine briefly, and I could swear I saw a glint of mischief in those beady little eyes.
Of course, it immediately nestled itself deeper into Ruby's embrace, its tiny way of declaring allegiance.
My annoyance only grew.
Ruby turned to me, her eyes now reflecting a gentle spark of joy, something I hadn't seen since we met. "Curt, can I... can I keep him? I've... I've never had a pet before. And he seems to... like me. Please?"
Yet the sting of betrayal from the rabbit was now present within my soul. I leaned in closer, feigning a serious tone. "This little guy? You know, he has a knack for deserting people when they need him most."
Ruby's brows furrowed in confusion. "Deserting? What do you mean?"
Ignoring her, I returned my focus to the rabbit. "So... we meet again. Thought you could just waltz back in after leaving me behind? Think twice, little buddy. Maybe you should hop back to where you came from. Our partnership? Consider that bridge burned."
The rabbit merely snuggled closer to Ruby, defiantly ignoring me.
Ruby, now holding back a smile, gently chastised, "Curt, it's just a rabbit. Why are you being... you know, weird?"
I huffed in mock offense. "I'm not being weird. Just... having a moment with an old 'acquaintance'."
She giggled, holding the rabbit closer. "You're strange, Curt. But, in a good way, I think. Still, why are you being mean to the bunny?"
I watched Ruby for a moment, her eyes gleaming with an innocent, yet subdued joy. It was hard to resist a smile, even with the 'betrayal' from my supposed furry friend. "Ruby, I was just... having some fun. Didn't think the rabbit would take sides so soon," I said with a hint of mock hurt.
She grinned cheekily, bouncing lightly on her toes, still holding the rabbit securely. "So, can I keep him? Please? He seems to... have chosen."
I exhaled, a mix of resignation and amusement. "Alright, alright. You can keep him. At least until we get to the village. But we need to move. Staying here isn't wise."
Her eyes sparkled, the energy evident but not as explosive as before. "Thank you, Curt!" She cheered, a happy lilt to her voice as she began walking ahead, chatting animatedly to her new companion.
As she moved away I shook my head in disappointment. I mean, I seriously can't believe that rabbit ran away as soon as it could from me, but the first time with Ruby it cuddles up in her arms. I know she's adorable but like, where the fuck is my cuddles. Curt deserves cuddles too! I shouldn't be exempt!
I sighed one last time, as I started trailing behind Ruby, my mind wandered back to our intense conversation. Dodging her questions had been close, too close. Why had I mentioned being Summer's friend yesterday? And uttering Ruby's name when it should've been a mystery to me? Couldn't I have come up with a better excuse? These slip-ups would need cover stories, now. At least to start I can attribute certain actions, and my healing, to Aura or a Semblance of some kind.
Still, no way am I explaining the whole 'video game logic' thing.
I retreated from those thoughts as my annoyance at being upstaged by a bunny resurged. Nonetheless, I shot it a silent, grateful look. It had unknowingly gifted me an escape from a potentially dangerous conversation. I needed Ruby's trust, even if temporary. The village was our immediate goal, and every minute in this Grimm-infested forest was a risk we couldn't afford.
Just as I felt a hint of gratitude for that god-forsaken bunny, the rabbit poked its head around Ruby's arms, and for a split-second, I thought it nodded at me in acknowledgment. In understanding.
Yeah, I must really be losing it.
Shaking off that absurd notion, I quickened my pace toward Ruby.
Amidst our situation, seeing the girl with a semblance of joy was a ray of hope. The burden of her mother's sudden absence had clearly weighed her down. It's one thing to read or even watch such tragedies; it's entirely different when you're seeing its aftermath firsthand. A child shouldn't bear such burdens. Life is cruel, but it didn't have to be this cruel.
It does beg the question though, where did Summer go?
I really truly have no idea, and in all honesty, I was disappointed in how I managed the whole situation. I found her bloodied and on the verge of death and yet, I did nothing. There absolutely was a way to change it all, the quest ping from the game showed it, but my hesitation and fear ensured I missed the solution. And because of that, Ruby had to shoulder this pain. In more ways than one, I had a debt to repay.
I looked to the little girl in front of me. Her joyful facade, the way she tried to mask her sorrow, reminded me that even in bleak times, there's still resilience. Yet, her cheerfulness wasn't just for herself — it felt like she was trying to be strong for those around her. Trying to be strong for me.
Or the bunny.
Pushing those thoughts away I quickened my stride to walk alongside her as we continued our march south, the grass and trees passing us by with every step. As I aligned my steps with hers, she cast a sidelong glance my way.
"Hey, Curt, you shouldn't be mean to Zwei. He's a really nice bunny, you know."
I was a bit taken aback, by her naming choice. Does she just slap that name on any pet she gets. "Zwei? You named him that already?"
"Mm-hmm!" Ruby replied, her eyes shining. "Do you like it?"
Squinting at the rabbit, who was snoozing soundly in her embrace, and then back to Ruby, I couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, 'Zwei' sounds more like a name you'd give to a spirited little dog."
She pouted, a playful defiance in her eyes. "It's perfect for a bunny, especially this one." As if to emphasize her point, she gently stroked the creature, and, oddly enough, it purred.
What kind of rabbit is this?
"He's purring, Ruby. Like a cat. Since when do rabbits purr?"
Ruby blinked and then shrugged with a grin. "Well, Zwei is no ordinary rabbit."
Shaking my head with amusement, I nudged her playfully. "Still, 'Zwei'? That's a dog's name, but given the purring, maybe even a cat."
She stuck out her tongue briefly before challenging, "Okay, then, Mr. Name Expert. What would you name him?"
I pretended to ponder it deeply. "Well, assuming it's even a 'him', I'd go with... 'Bunny'."
For a moment, Ruby just stared, seemingly processing the simplicity. Then, with a combination of disbelief and mock exasperation, she retorted, "Curt! That's so... unimaginative!"
"Oh come on, that's fantastic, genius even."
"You're not even naming him, you're just calling him a bunny."
With a mischievous grin, I said, "Exactly, it's so straightforward. Nobody would ever be confused about what he is! Maximum clarity!"
Ruby fixed me with an exaggerated glare, her light annoyance evident. "Come on, Curt. I need you to be serious for once. Naming him is a big deal!"
"I can't fathom why naming that little traitor is so vital."" I murmured under my breath.
She narrowed her eyes. "What did you just say?"
Clearing my throat, "Nothing. But seriously, Ruby, I am being completely sincere here."
"Cuuuurrrrt."
Rolling my eyes, I finally gave in. "Fine, fine. I wouldn't name him Bunny."
"Then what would you name him? Tell me, or otherwise, I'm sticking with Zwei! And no complaining about it either, mister!" She harrumphed at me.
"Alright, alright. If it were up to me, considering his fluffy white fur, maybe... 'Snowball' or something? But honestly, he's your bunny. If you're set on Zwei, stick with it. Just know I still hold the right to my complaints."
Ruby pondered the name, her fingers gently stroking the rabbit's fur. "Snowball, huh?" After a beat of thoughtful silence, she beamed. "Snowball it is!"
Jostling the bunny gently, she declared, "Hear that? Your name's Snowball now!"
At being startled awake, the rabbit turned toward Ruby, bestowing upon her an almost evil glare. The sudden quiet from her side signaled her temporary shock. In an agile move, the rabbit then leaped from her grasp, landing on my shoulder. I quickly caught it before it slid down, securing it in my arms.
And for the first time, the rabbit snuggled into me.
The warmth of the small creature against me, the gentle rhythm of its breathing—it was unexpectedly comforting. Every mean thing I had ever thought or said about this bunny evaporated. This bunny was divine. A gift from above. My mind had entered a state of pure bliss as the rabbit cuddled deeper into my arms. I felt as if I had been granted a VIP pass to nirvana.
Yet, as with all good things, my tranquil moment was promptly interrupted.
PING!
~Achievement Unlocked~
Hugs and Kisses
Cuddle the lonely bunny-rabbit of the Forest.
This is the second time I've gained something in relation to this bunny. Somewhere out there, that developer is likely still chuckling over their keyboard. Either that or this bunny is a genuine good luck charm.
Ruby looked up, her frown deepening and a pout forming. It was impossible not to find her adorable even in her apparent indignation. "Wait, Curt! That's my bunny!"
"Well," I began, sticking my tongue out playfully, "he seems to prefer my company now." I continued to pet the bunny with a grin.
"But you don't even like him."
"Well, I've grown quite fond of him, actually."
"In mere seconds?"
"Life's unpredictable, Ruby. And now that he's taken a liking to me, I think I'll name him… Bunny."
Ruby glared, directing her words to the rabbit, who still seemed unimpressed with her. "Snowball, you can't just switch loyalties. My cuddles are much warmer, and..." She eyed me before leaning towards the rabbit, feigning a whisper, "I've heard Curt doesn't even shower."
I gasped theatrically. "Lies and slander Ruby? You've sunken to a new low."
"You did just steal my bunny," she retorted, a playful smirk hinting on her lips.
"I prefer to think of it as... borrowing without permission."
"That's the very definition of stealing-"
Suddenly, a chilling howl pierced the forest's relative calm. Our playful debacle halted instantly. Every muscle tensed, every instinct on high alert. The rabbit included, our gazes collectively shot toward the enveloping darkness. We waited with bated breath, for that indicator, that mark, that hint, that showed where those beasts hid.
And yet none came.
Only the quiet.
Exhaling softly, I looked to the rabbit, its beady eyes filled with dread. Then my gaze shifted to Ruby, her small body trembling slightly against mine. Her terror was evident, and without a thought, I drew her close. "It's fine Ruby, everything is fine."
She stared into my eyes, the fear mirrored in both our gazes. She saw the lie, it was obvious after all, and yet she chose to believe it because united in our fear we at least had each other. And in times of desperation, sometimes that comforting lie can offer more solace than the truth.
She swallowed hard, her voice shaky. "I—Thanks… Curt."
Drawing a steadying breath, I replied, "Let's keep moving."
With a quiet hum of agreement, she clung to me. Handing her the rabbit, we ventured further into the looming shadows of the forest, closer now than ever, our senses sharpened, alert. The Grimm, humanity's eternal adversary, loomed as an ever-present threat.
And yet… Humanity has always found a way to survive.
And I would as well, for someone was relying on me. Someone was needing me, to find a way, for her sake.
A girl...
With a flowing dark red hood,
Skin, pale as the moonlight,
Black hair tinged with fiery red,
and Eyes, deep silver, shining… with hope.
The forest stretched endlessly, each step weighed down by the burden of our journey and the darkness lurking nearby. But amidst this heavy atmosphere, Ruby's voice, filled with weariness, pierced through.
"Curt, how much longer until we get to the village?" Her voice wavered, and I could see her small shoulders rise and fall rapidly with her breaths.
I wiped the sweat from my brow. "Honestly, Ruby, I don't know. We've trekked southwards the entire day. We're bound to reach it sooner or later."
"But can we rest? Just a moment?" She glanced at the rabbit. "Snowball probably wants to stretch."
"You don't have to carry him, Ruby, he can keep up. We're not exactly racing."
She hugged the rabbit closer. "I know but I want to. He's just so soft and cuddly."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Then I guess it can't be helped."
"Come on Curt, let's take a short break. It'll be five minutes, ten minutes tops."
Sighing, I began, "Look, I understand, but stopping might not be the best-"
My voice trailed off as the dense forest gave way to a breathtaking clearing. Lush, emerald grass stretched out, kissed by the sun's rays, causing it to shimmer. The mesmerizing cascade of a waterfall echoed tranquility as it descended from a jagged cliff, feeding a sparkling stream that meandered gracefully. Birds, undisturbed by the presence of any Grimm, flitted from tree to tree, singing nature's lullaby.
"It's... it's like a dream," Ruby breathed, her silver eyes wide with wonder.
Captivated, I could only nod, whispering, "Y-Yeah, it truly is."
Before I could say more, Snowball leaped from Ruby's embrace, scampering toward the pristine water. Her face brightened with excitement, "This has to be a sign, Curt!"
"A sign of what?"
Ruby's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and genuine hope. "To take a break. Just look at this place, Curt! The world is telling us to rest a little, and you've got to admit... it's winning me over."
As she motioned toward the paradise we stumbled upon, I took a moment to truly let it sink in. Beneath the foreboding shadows of the Grimm-infested forest, there existed pockets of unspoiled beauty. It pained me to think of how these sanctuaries were hidden from so many by the looming threat of those monsters. I found my anger toward the Grimm intensifying. Yet, here and now, there was a brief reprieve. A brief rest.
Taking a deep breath, I conceded, "Okay, a short break. But really short, alright? Five minutes… tops."
A radiant smile spread across Ruby's face. "Thanks, Curt!" She didn't waste a moment, dashing toward the water and prompting a playful chase with her bunny.
Watching Ruby dip her toes and revel in the water's cool embrace brought a sense of peace. Snowball dipped his paw carefully into the water as well before proceeding to slip in, and then immediately jumped out, as Ruby giggled at the sight. Drawn to join them, I moved closer and settled beside the girl.
"Curt," she began with a hint of hopefulness, "Do you think we could maybe swim? Just a little?"
The water beckoned invitingly. I imagined the relief and escape it would provide from our grim reality. But a glance at the horizon reminded me of the dangers that came with nightfall. Another night in this forest wasn't a risk I was willing to take.
"I wish we could, Ruby. But not today. Maybe when things are safer?" I offered.
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face before she murmured, "Promise?"
"Promise," I replied, not sure if I could keep that promise, making me lie… again, as a heavy silence followed.
Lost in thought, I found myself reminiscing. "You know, my sister always loved swimming. Whenever she got a chance, she'd dive right in. I-It was her favorite thing to do."
Ruby's gaze shifted from the water to me, curiosity evident. "You have a sister? What's she like?"
A wistful smile brushed my face. "My sister, Claire... she was something else. The kindness in her heart knew no bounds. Once, she spent an entire day helping a lost child find his way home, even though she was running a fever herself. Claire just couldn't bear the thought of that child being alone and scared. That was her – always placing others before herself. Yet, it wasn't just her kindness. There was a steel within her. She could face the toughest challenges head-on and wouldn't hesitate to set you straight if she felt it was for your own good."
Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I took a steadying breath. "She wasn't just my sister, Ruby. She was my guardian, my protector. Our parents... I never really knew them. It was always Claire and me against the world. Every bit of love, every piece of wisdom I have, it all came from her."
For a fleeting moment, a familiar teasing sensation tugged at the edges of my consciousness, reminiscent of an almost playful laugh. Aww, Cur- Instantly and with steely resolve, I quashed it, forcing it deep down, denying it any more room in my thoughts.
Ruby's silver eyes shimmered with a mix of sympathy and understanding. "She sounds incredible, Curt. A lot like my mom, actually."
Intrigued, I probed, "Is it just you and your mom?"
She nodded her head, her gaze dropping to the water's surface. "Yes, it's just mostly us. I never knew my dad; Mom would just say he wasn't around. There's also Uncle Qrow, but he's far from here. Not my real uncle, but close enough.
Swallowing hard, my confusion coursing through me, I allowed a moment to pass as I processed Ruby's words. "No other family at all? No sister—er… siblings? Or anything like that?"
"No, but I've always dreamed of having a sister or a brother. I like to think I'd be a really good big sister." A delicate smile played on her lips, full of longing.
My own smile met hers, genuine and warm. "I have no doubt, Ruby. You'd have the heart of an amazing sister."
For a time, we simply enjoyed the calming ambiance around us, the gentle burble of water filling the silence. Ruby's head rested on my shoulder, drawing comfort from the proximity. Snowball, ever the opportunist, nestled into her lap, eyelids drooping for yet another restful snooze. Every part of me wanted to succumb to the tranquility and drift into sleep. But the persistent fear of the Grimm lurked, reminding me that a momentary lapse could be catastrophic, especially with Ruby under my care.
So I decided to take advantage of one of her known weaknesses to keep us awake for another minute or two.
"Hey Ruby," I began, capturing her attention, "have a look at this." I carefully unveiled our lone means of defense — the Valean Royal Energy Pistol. The gleam in its design caught the stray rays of sunlight, making it appear even more formidable.
Ruby's eyes sparkled with renewed energy as she drew closer to the weapon, her sleepiness all but forgotten. "Ohmygosh!Ohmygosh!Ohmygosh! Is that a VRP-8X Protos?! Oh, it's the very model exclusively designed for the Royal Guard of Vale! What's even more fascinating is its ability to use dust as an energy source rather than conventional ammo. This means it fires super intense energy beams, even if it's so compact. If you have no dust, though, you're pretty much carrying a fancy paperweight. But the most peculiar thing is that these models are usually restricted to the Royal Guard alone. And this one, this one looks like the non-lethal variant mostly used for crowd dispersal!"
I blinked in astonishment.
Christ! Even at ten she still knows a lot about weapo-Wait this is the what?!
She paused, taking a deep breath after her enthusiastic torrent of words, then continued, "There was an extensive article about it in 'Vale Arsenal Monthly'. Mom isn't too thrilled about me diving into those mags, but I thought it was so awesome with how in-depth they discussed it. They did mention it's not optimal against the Grimm — probably okay for Huntsmen or Huntresses in urban settings, but out here? Not the best choice. Personally, I'm more of a sniper rifle girl. But even still, up close, it's way cooler than I imagined!"
Noticing my increasingly alarmed expression, she added sheepishly, "I mean... it looks kinda fun."
I tried to keep my voice even, but concern crept in. "Ruby, when you say 'non-lethal variant'...?"
She nodded with a hint of embarrassment. "Yeah. It's designed to stun, not kill. One shot can knock someone out, but multiple shots? That could be nasty. Against Grimm, though? Might stagger them a bit, but killing them? Not likely. They tend to resist blunt or blast-type shots, especially non-lethal ones."
Worry crossed my face. I-If this couldn't even kill Grimm, what use did it really have? It worked so well last time though.
Yet it didn't kill any of them did it?
Well… except one. When I used that skill, Aura Shot, it killed the Alpha.
Right?
My thoughts suddenly scattered as an unsettling sensation washed over me. The once ambient sounds of nature dulled. Birds no longer sang, and even the previously gushing water seemed muted. The sunlight felt weaker. On high alert, I scanned the surroundings, searching for the cause of this eerie shift.
Oblivious to my growing unease, Ruby's voice cut through my concentration. "Curt? Can I please hold it? Just for a moment?" Her eyes shone with a mix of curiosity and hope.
"Not now, Ruby," I murmured, trying to stay focused on the environment.
"But I promise I'll be super careful," she persisted, tugging at my sleeve with her tiny hands. "My mom never let me touch real weapons. This would be so cool!"
Holding the weapon closer to me, I replied tersely, not turning to her, "All the more reason not to." My eyes continued darting around, trying to catch any movement or hint of danger. A chill ran down my spine as the sense of unease grew stronger.
Ruby, trying to gauge my expression, tilted her head, her red-tinged hair swaying with the motion. "Curt, is something... wrong?" Her voice had shifted from enthusiasm to slight concern.
Briefly, I met her gaze, seeing the innocence and confusion there. But the urgent feeling didn't allow me to reassure her. "Stay close," I commanded softly, returning my focus to our surroundings
And then, I finally noticed it. That change. That shift. That feeling.
That… intent.
PING!
Minor Skill Unlocked
For being able to notice a hidden development in your surroundings, a new skill has been created.
[Detect (Passive) Lvl: 1]
Allows the Gamer to sense significant killing intent from individuals or creatures directed towards them when nearby. As the skill levels up, the threshold for detecting this intent is diminished.
Once I felt that skill activate, all of a sudden I heard it… The soft sound of footsteps became increasingly distinct. Distant at first, but unmistakably approaching. The atmosphere grew heavy, and Snowball, feeling the change as well, woke up, his ears perked towards the forest.
Ruby, clutching Snowball in her arms, tugged at my shirt. "Curt, what's happening? You're kinda worrying me."
"Ruby, get behind me," I commanded, positioning myself between her and the potential threat, gripping the weapon with sweaty palms.
Her voice trembled. "Is it... a Grimm?"
I nodded, my eyes not leaving the direction of the advancing steps. "Yes."
She took a shaky breath. "Oh, o-okay."
The heavy weight of intent was palpable, and as each moment passed, it grew stronger. Grimm are driven by a base desire to kill, but this... this felt even more malevolent.
Ruby's voice quivered, trying to mask her true terror. "C-Curt, I'm kinda scared, right now. But… you know, only j-just a little bit."
Looking into her eyes, I tried to offer some comfort despite the panic that was evident in my own. "It's okay to be scared, Ruby. I am too. But I told you, everything is going to be fine. Now, when I give the word, I want you to run."
"Run? But... I can't leave you, Curt. Heroes… heroes never leave anyone behind," she protested, her voice strained.
I knelt down, placing my hands gently on Ruby's shoulders. "Ruby, you have to listen to me. It's crucial. I need you to hold onto Snowball, run as fast as your legs will carry you, straight south. If you come across the village, get help. Can you do that for me?" My gaze never left hers, searching for understanding.
She hiccupped, trying to hold back her tears, her voice shaky. "C-Curt, you saved me. I can't just—"
Before she could finish, the footsteps became undeniable, crashing into our reality with unmistakable urgency. Snowball's ears flattened against his body, his tiny form shaking in Ruby's arms. "Ruby," I whispered urgently, trying to fortify her spirit, "everything will be fine. I promise."
She gripped my arm, her fingers digging in as if trying to find some tangible anchor. "You're lying, Curt! You keep lying! It's not going to be okay, and deep down, you know it." Tears streamed down her face as her voice cracked. "My mom's gone. Everyone I care about keeps leaving. Please, don't leave me too."
The anguish in her voice felt like a blade through my chest. Every fiber in me wanted to shelter her from the world, but reality was bearing down on us, and every second counted. "Ruby," I began, holding her face gently between my hands, "I am not leaving you. Everything will be fine. But you have to trust me right now. Can you do that?"
She hesitated, her wet eyes searching mine, looking for a sliver of hope. "Ruby, do you trust me?" My voice was almost a whisper, insistent and desperate.
And finally, as she gazed at me one last time, she hesitantly nodded. "Yes." She looked down, tears still streaming. "Okay, C-Curt, everything is going to be f-fine. It will all be okay."
I took a moment, pressing a steadying hand to my chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of my heart — fast and fearful, but resolute. "Ruby?"
She met my eyes, the atmosphere thick with foreboding, "Y-yes?"
The forest's ambient noise was eerily muted like the world itself was holding its breath. But then, the ground trembled ever so slightly beneath that singular, definitive footstep.
"RUN!"
As if a storm had surged from the very woods, the Beowolf erupted from the shadows. This beast wasn't like the others. It towered, muscles bulging and veins pulsing, exuding a raw, nightmarish power. Its black fur was slick with a mix of sweat and black blood, while its otherworldly howl bore the weight of unrelenting rage, echoing across the forest, a battle cry for revenge.
At the sight of the monstrous creature, an overwhelming torrent of dread washed over me. It felt like I was standing at the edge of that cliff again, gazing down into the abyss, my footing already slipping away. Each pulse of terror surged through me like a crashing wave, threatening to drown my resolve. And so, I finally decided to let that small tug, that call attached to my soul, into my very heart.
PING!
[Determination] has been Activated
Focus, clarity, and determination dominated my mind, repulsing my fear and allowing me to analyze my opponent. Its scarred, milky eye seemed to bore into me, filled with more hate than any creature should ever possess. The bony mask that was its face, an emblem of its dark lineage, still had the trace of a prominent every panting breath it took, the cuts and bruises littering its body seemed to scream of its battles with me and its thirst for retribution.
Its howl wasn't just of anger or of simple fury. It was deeper, more primal. It was a howl of wounded pride and vendetta. Not just rage — but an abyss of vengeance. A vow for recompense.
As our eyes locked, the Beowolf's intention was unmistakable. It had one goal, one burning desire: to make the pesky weak unassuming human who had dared defy and wound it pay, to show this mere human the true meaning of fury.
Alpha Beowolf
HP: 2950/4000
Level: 7
As the distant sound of Ruby's hurried footsteps and muffled sobs faded, my attention snapped back to the immediate and relentless threat in front of me: the Alpha Beowolf. It unleashed another bone-chilling howl, its vocal cords vibrating with hatred and rage, before lunging at me with a speed I hadn't witnessed before.
My fingers squeezed the trigger, firing shots in rapid succession. Each explosion of energy found its mark, yet every impact seemed to only fuel the Alpha's determination. The sheer force of my weapon's recoil vibrated up my arms, but the beast continued its charge, shrugging off every blast.
In a desperate bid, I attempted a last-minute sidestep, hoping the momentum would carry it into the watery trap behind me. But with uncanny perception, it snatched at my torso, flinging me like a ragdoll into the shallow waters.
Cold, murky liquid enveloped my face. The world muffled, save for the eerie gurgling of bubbles and the distant pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears. Panic crept in, but it was kept at bay by my determination. As the massive claw of the Alpha sliced through the water aiming straight for my abdomen, it met the shimmering blue resistance of my soul's shield, my Aura.
Exploiting this momentary delay, I pushed against the waterlogged ground beneath me, propelling myself up. I squared my aim and fired another concentrated blast at its face. Yet, the Beowolf's indomitable will prevailed. It roared, defiant, charging through the energy as if it were nothing more than a gust of wind, and hoisted me up by my collar. The world spun for a fleeting second before my back collided with the rough bark of a tree, the shock absorbed by my still-glowing Aura.
As I shook off the disorientation, gasping for breath, the world snapped back into sharp focus. The Alpha, nostrils flared and muscles taut, was already lunging for another strike. An image of Ruby, her tear-filled eyes looking back at me in fear, flashed across my mind.
"Goddamnit!" The word tore out of me, frustration and determination boiling over in equal measure.
I sprang to my feet with agile precision, narrowly evading its initial swipe. However, in a blur of motion, it retaliated with a backhand, catching me flush on the face. The forceful blow sent me reeling backward, the trunk of another tree abruptly halting my momentum. My brain jolted inside my skull, yet the physical pain remained muted.
What the hell?! How did it get so fast! So strong!
The Alpha had always been my most formidable foe, a daunting test of my capabilities. Without the protection of my Aura, I would already be dead. But its current ferocity, this heightened aggression, was unprecedented. What had ignited this new fire within it?
With wariness, I locked eyes with the Alpha, as it charged at me once more. And then I noticed it.
PING!
Skill Level UP
[Observe] skill has leveled up!
Skill Log Updated
*[Observe] now allows the Gamer to see the status of enemy creatures and beings within their rank.
*[Observe] now allows the Gamer to see titles of enemy creatures and beings within their rank.
Before I could even process the sudden change, the Alpha lunged at me with blinding speed. Its massive hand clasped around my head, violently smashing it into the bark. Dazed, I barely had a moment to recover before its fist collided with my face, sending me crashing to the earth yards away.
The onslaught was relentless.
While my mind swirled in disarray, my body bore the brunt of its fury. True, my Aura shielded me, but the raw force of each blow left an undeniable sting. With considerable effort, I pushed myself up. The Alpha closed in, its throat rumbling with another menacing growl.
Raising my gaze, clarity dawned. I finally understood the message the game had been urging me to see.
Alpha Beowolf
'The Beast of Vengeance'
HP: 2950/4000
Status: Vengeful
(+1 to all stats when facing the target of your rage)
Level: 7
Disbelief and frustration etched across my face.
T-This is cheating right? It's already way stronger than me, and now it's been buffed.
But I couldn't afford to get lost in my thoughts. There was too much on the line. The safety of Ruby. The promises I made. It's me versus the Alpha, and I've always found a way to rise to the occasion, at least… so far.
I pushed aside the creeping doubt, letting my determination steel my resolve.
"You and I..." I started, trying to keep my voice level, "We've crossed paths quite a few times, haven't we? Exchanged blows, traded scars... That has to count for something, right? A mutual respect, perhaps? Friendship even?"
Seeing no hint of recognition, I gathered my resolve, and smirked, weapon at the ready. "Between us, I think we both know who's been outmatched in our previous encounters. And trust me, you're going to need more than some flashy buff to bring me down this time. So here's an offer, just as a sign of our 'friendship'. Turn around, head back to those shadows you came from, and we can call it a day. We both part ways, maybe even share stories about each other, but never cross paths again. What do you say? Deal?"
For a moment, the Alpha paused, its dark eyes narrowing, giving the impression of contemplation. But then, a twisted semblance of a grin stretched across its monstrous face, followed by a bone-chilling howl.
Most likely, that was its way of saying it was going to rip me to shreds.
In an instant, the beast lunged, a ferocious sprint that seemed faster and more aggressive than any of our previous encounters.
Instead of faltering, I embraced my rising confidence, and shook my head, still smiling. A shimmering blue energy began to wind its way up my arms, my very essence reacting to the impending clash. The power intensified, pooling at the center of my being, ready to be harnessed.
The Alpha continued to race toward me.
My pistol hummed and vibrated in my grip, resonating with the growing force within me.
The Alpha continued to race toward me.
Blue light radiated from my eyes, signaling the magnitude of the impending attack. The world around me felt sharper, every sensation magnified.
The Alpha continued to race toward me.
"Don't say I didn't try to warn you." I teased, that same smirk dancing on my face.
Drawing from the very core of my being, I unleashed a torrent of energy through my weapon, aimed squarely at the onrushing menace. An entity of darkness that has, time and again, threatened all I hold dear.
PING!
[Aura Shot] has been Activated
As the aftermath of my shot settled, a smoky haze shrouding the landscape, I anticipated the sight of the defeated Alpha— perhaps weakened, battered, or at the very least, showing signs of the assault. But scanning the area, I found only splintered trees, their jagged forms an indication of the force of my attack. No fur. No remains. No hint of the beast's presence.
A rising dread churned within me.
Suddenly, a labored, almost guttural breathing prickled the nape of my neck. My heart leapt into my throat.
"OH SHIT!"
Whirling around, I instinctively went to fire my pistol. But the Alpha, swifter than anticipated, clamped down on my wrist, its monstrous strength hoisting me off the ground. The pistol slipped from my grasp, tumbling to the forest floor below.
I could hear—and feel—the cruel crunch of bones in my hand. An agonizing pain radiated, sharp and unyielding, as the Alpha's grip tightened like a vice. My vision blurred, tears streaming down as I cried out in pain, the beast's roar mirroring my own scream.
Stripped of my weapon, my Aura depleted— I was laid bare before this creature of nightmares.
With one final squeeze, the Alpha seemed to revel in its power. I felt a sickening crack ring from my wrist the bones now shattered, and the Alpha dropped me to the ground, with me clutching the shattered remains of my hand.
But the torment had only begun.
PING!
[Determination] has faded.
Everything became so much worse, as my emotions quickly embraced me. The Alpha, sensing my vulnerability, bellowed triumphantly, its roaring victory echoing through the forest.
"Wait—just... WAIT!" Panic surged within me, tears streaming down as I tried to scramble back, to put some distance between us. But in a heartbeat, the Alpha lunged, pinning me with an unyielding grip, its menacing maw inches from my face, drool dripping onto my cheeks.
And then, with deliberate malice, it drew back its claws, slashing them cruelly across my face.
My eyes squeezed shut against the sharp sting, the warm flood of blood mingling with the saltiness of my tears. Yet, the Alpha wasn't finished. Its wickedly sharp claws prodded at my eyelid, searching menacingly, clawing around for its prize.
A guttural scream erupted from deep within me as the Alpha's claws threatened the delicate orbital that granted me vision.
"Please! No, no, no, no, NO!"
But my desperate cries fell on deaf ears. The Alpha's triumphant howl pierced the air before it mercilessly tore my eye… free. Every droplet of blood that fell echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder that would linger for eternity.
PING!
Skill Level UP
[Endurance] has leveled up!
Skill Log Updated
*[Endurance] now allows Attack Damage toward the Gamer to be decreased by… 3%
The sensation of flesh tearing inside my own skull as my eye was wrenched from its place was indescribable. With one eye gone, my world was cruelly diminished, and there it was - MY EYE - held grotesquely in the grasp of the Alpha's paw.
The scream that ripped from my throat was a sound I didn't know I was capable of producing. A visceral, raw sound that mirrored the sheer intensity of my pain. Yet no pain I'd ever felt before came even close to this.
And as my remaining eye locked onto its twin, held captive by that monstrous creature, the Alpha slowly clenched its paw. With a muted, sickening sound, it crushed my eye, letting the remnants fall carelessly to the ground.
Numb, I stared down at what once was a part of me, rendered helpless by the unimaginable cruelty before me.
And that was when I realized what was happening.
Then the world seemed to go silent. Every emotion I'd ever felt, every pain, every sorrow, simply vanished. I had no more tears to shed, no more screams to release, no more strength to fight.
I had tried so hard to live, to grasp another shot at life. But sometimes, no matter how hard you fight, fate has other plans.
Luck eventually runs out for everyone.
And mine just did.
Now the silence would return once more.
That Endless Silence.
The Alpha, seemingly satisfied with its triumph, turned toward me with an air of finality, its gaping maw ready to deliver the coup de grâce.
That Everlasting Silence.
As the droplets from the creature's slavering jaws splattered onto my face, the razor-sharp teeth of the Alpha Beowolf loomed ever closer, a stark contrast to the void in my mind.
That Eternal Silence
The Alpha's maw began to close shut, ready to exact its vengeance upon me. A pesky weak unassuming human, that dared fight it in battle. That dared to even challenge it.
But life, as I'd come to learn, always has a few surprises left in store.
The echoing footsteps from behind broke the oppressive silence, steadily growing louder and more urgent. Then, a mighty yell rang out, cutting through the atmosphere like a clarion call of hope.
The Alpha, sensing an immediate threat, began to retract its jaws, pivoting to confront the newcomer. But it was met with a piercing pain. My remaining eye widened in disbelief as the glint of a sword emerged from the beast's chest, embedded directly through its heart.
Confusion and surprise warred within the Alpha's crimson eyes. Anger, too, surged as it realized its imminent demise and the theft of its prey. The great beast's growl rumbled deep within its chest, resonating with desperation before it began to topple forward. I felt its grip on me weaken as we both crashed to the ground.
Lying there, our fading lives intertwined, I saw the Alpha's eyes filled with deep-seated hatred, its breaths coming in labored gasps. Each exhale signaled its dwindling life force.
Gathering the meager strength I had left, a small smile rose on my lips. "T-Told you... you never... stood a chance," I rasped, each word an ode to my enduring spirit.
The Alpha's eyes flared, burning brighter with rage. How could such a weak, pathetic, useless, and vulnerable being dare to mock its power in these final moments? It strained, reaching out with the last vestiges of its strength, attempting to silence my audacity once and for all. But before its maw could close around me, it began disintegrating, its form dissipating into thick plumes of black smoke.
I forced out a weak, defiant grin, even as the pain consumed me. "Too… late..."
A roar echoed from the dissipating smoke, and then, silence.
The Alpha Beowolf was no more.
From where the smoke settled, a figure emerged. Dark blonde hair caught in the sunlight, and a glint from the blade he held – a sword that shimmered, reflecting the sunlight, seemingly offering a beacon of hope.
But I felt that hope eluding me.
Every breath became harder, and the pull of silence grew stronger.
This was it.
The man raced towards me, and before I knew it, I was cradled in his arms. "Hey, kid, you're gonna be alright. We'll get you help, just hold on!"
Though his voice was filled with conviction, sounding like the promise of a hero, I felt it... The creeping shadow of the end. His words might have been a balm to many, but today, they felt distant to me.
The edges of my vision started to blur, the world dimming.
"Come on, kid, stay with me, we're almost there!"
But "almost" felt so far away.
A pang of sorrow gripped me, not just for myself, but for someone else... someone I'd left behind.
I-I'm sorry, Ruby. I promised everything would be alright, didn't I? But everything wasn't fine in the end.
I tried.
I really tried.
I gave it everything.
Yet, sometimes, everything is not enough.
Images of Ruby Rose danced in my fading consciousness, a shining light amidst the encompassing silence.
"HOLD ON, KID! JUST HOLD ON!"
But there was nothing to hold on to.
In the recesses of my mind, a serene vision formed: Claire, vibrant and alive, with Ruby by her side. Laughter echoed, love radiated, and in that ephemeral moment, we were whole, a family basking in the warmth of togetherness.
Even in this cold embrace, that vision brought a gentle curve to my lips.
As I finally slipped into that endless, everlasting, eternal silence.
PING!
But eternity never truly lasts forever.
