The White Death - A RWBY Fanfiction

A White Hood

(Whitley POV)

'Everything hurts, but that's ok all I need to do is get over this last hill then the town should be in sight'

I turned to make sure no one is following me.

'No Grimm or assassins just my small blood trail... yay'

'At least now I know why that anti-venom was so damn important, oh well she needed it more. God this is it I'm going to die in this forest aren't I. No. Stop thinking like that Whitley, from the sound the village can't be much farther'

I was right I got over the ridge and saw a small village.

(Strangers POV)

'This is taking to long where is that Huntress, she's supposed to be one of the better to come out of the wizards school'

As I was about to look down to check the time on my scroll somebody yelled.

"Hey somebodies coming out of the woods!," one of the milita men yelled.

Looking up I was meet with a strange site. A person in Dark Brotherhood attire was limping out of the woods. I had to act quickly he could be a danger. Running out of the village I stopped about 20 yards away from them.

"I saved the huntress in the woods and killed her would be assassin," the member said through struggled breaths.

Good that means he's not here to cause harm. Getting a better look at the member I saw just why he was breathing so hard. His clothes were damn near destroyed showing a lot of his skin. He had a large purple gash across his right side, and the broken end of what appeared to be a red katana sticking out of his lower abdomen. In his left hand was what I assumed was the handle to said katana, which still and a bit of gagged red metal sticking out of where the sword and handle connect. The rest of his body was covered in scratches that ranged in size and severity. It's a miracle that he even made it back to the village.

"What is your name young man," I asked.

"My name is Whitley ma'am," he said politely.

"Are you going to attack me Whitley," I asked.

"No ma'am," he replied.

"I'm going to come closer now and try to administer medical aid alright," I told him.

I could see his mouth open to respond but before he could replied he began to collapse. Once again acting on instinct I sprinted toward him and caught him before he could hit the ground.

'Alright I need to get him into the village and then call this in'

Picking him up carefully as to not make the wounds worse I began to run back to the town yelling at them to open the door. The door was wide open by the time I got their but I had to keep running. Running straight into the local doctors office I put him down on the nearest table before running to get the doctor.

"Doctor Rot there is a young man out here who is in desperate need of your assistance," I yelled from the front of the small building.

As fast as his old legs could carry him, a short old man came out of the office with medical bag and a first aid kit.

"Dear Oum what happened to him," Doctor Rot said.

"A fight with an assassin, listen I need to run back to my room to grab two thing ok," I told him.

"Yes dear get what you need I've got him," he responded not looking up from Whitley's body.

Sprinting out I ran to my room to grab my phone and a bottle of scorpion antivenom for the nasty purple gash. The room was small so it was easy for me to remember where I put everything. Running over to the small bedside table in the room I open and found both of the items J was looking for. Grabbing them I began the run back to the doctors office when I entered I saw that most of Whitleys cuts had been bandaged or covered.

"Dear do you now of any ways to make scorpion anti-venom," Doctor Rot asked me.

"That wont be necessary, I have some scorpion anti-venom," I told him.

"Excellent, let me have it please," he said.

Handing the vial over to him he opened it before putting a bit on a clean white cloth and dabbing the cloth around the now clean gash. After he had finished he put some in Whitley's mouth before rubbing Whitley's throat and chin making the unconscious man swallow.

"Now come here, we need to remove this sword from his abdomen," Doctor Rot told me.

Standing on the opposite side of the table I grab the sword and waited for further instruction.

"Now slowly pull the sword straight up," he told me.

I did as he said and slowly began to pull the sword up. As I was doing this Doctor Rot put some cloth around where the sword was being removed.

"Easy... easy, it's almost out," He said.

After a few more seconds of slowly pulling the sword it finally was fully out of Whitley's body. Once it was out Rot covered the wound and began applying pressure.

"Would it be ok if I stepped out for a second Doctor," I asked the old man.

"Yes dear I've got him from here," he told me.

I stepped back out into the cold and pulled out my scroll. Opening up the contacts app I pressed on the icon for Madam Belyy.

"Hello Blanc, is their something you need," said the soft and calm voice of Madam Belyy.

"Madam I need a replacement and a medical evac. to base," I said.

"Medical, are you hurt," she asked.

"No I have a heavily injured Dark Brotherhood member here who is in major need of medical attention," I said.

"Why is their a Dark Brotherhood member their," she asked.

"Being that he doesn't have his mask yet, I'm going to assume that he was on his initiation mission," I told her.

"Interesting, did he attack you on sight," she asked.

"No ma'am, he was very polite infact," I told her.

"I see," she said. I could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

"A medically equipped bullhead will be their in an hour try to keep him alive till then," she said before hanging up.

'Ok I can do that'

Stepping back in I see the doctor looking over a device.

"What's that," I asked.

"Blood sampler, tells me what blood type a person has," Rot said.

"Neat," I said.

The room was once more filled with silencez the only noise being made was a heart monitor so we know we haven't lost the kid, and a BiPad with a ventilator which is keeping the kid breathing.

"Ah he's O-, that makes things so much easier," Rot said.

Grabbing a blood bag out of the refrigerator. The bag was labeled A+.

"Wait I thought he was O-," I said.

"Yes O- is the universal recipient which means it can take any of the other blood types," Doctor Rot said.

"Oh," was all I could say.

After Doctor Rot set up a blood bag and IV drip he stepped back into his office without another word.

"Your going to be ok kid," I told the unconscious young man.

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Word Count: 1242

Translation

Rot - German for Red

Belyy - Russian for White

Blanc - Catalan for White

K so much longer than I had expected, but hey longer isn't always a bad thing. I don't really have much else to add so that's good. Anyway...

So what do you all think, any comments, questions, or concerns, if so feel free to voice them.

Our story will continue in the next chapter...

"A Glimpse Into The Future: A Cold Fox"