The White Death - A RWBY Fanfiction

Rage Problem

POV - Whitley

"So what happened Whitley," Schwarz asked.

"I lost control when I was in the Mine," I replied.

"I'm assuming this isn't the first time this has happened," he said.

"Not to this level, but yes it has happened before," I said.

"You should try and limit the number of emotions you can convey," he said.

"Wouldn't it make it easier to pick me apart then," I asked.

"Not if you can put up an act when not wearing the mask," he answered.

"I see, how will I learn if I can't return to the mountains," I said.

"Who said anything about you coming up here," he said.

"What," I asked.

"The Brotherhood, much like the Creed, has people all over the world," he said.

"Oh but how would you get here," I said.

"We will disguise it as therapy," he said.

"But how," I asked dumbly.

"Whitley you disappeared in the mountains for two years, trust me, most people would already be in therapy," he answered.

"That makes sense," I said.

"I know it does," he said before hanging up.

'Time to lie to Jacques... again'

Leaving my room I began making my way toward Jacques' office.

'How do I make sure he gives the ok on me getting therapy'

"Jacques please calm down," I heard the voice of James say from down the hall.

"Calm down, James there is some psychopath out there that is killing my employees," Jacques said.

Reaching Jacques' office I saw James standing infront of Jacques' desk with his arms behind his back. Looking past him I saw Jacques sitting behind his desk with a drink in his hand. Raising my head I knocked on the door. Jacques peaked past James and saw me in the doorway.

"What do you need son," he asked calmly.

"I... I had a bad dream," I said.

He raised his eyebrow.

"And," he asked.

'Wow you really don't care about us do you'

"I was in the Bullhead above the mountains," I said.

This seemed to get James' attention.

"Tell me more," James said.

"James please-

"No Jacques... continue Whitley," he said.

"It felt so real," I said.

"Whitley how often are you having these dreams," James asked.

"Almost every night," I answered.

"Do they feel real," James asked.

"It feels like I'm there in the Bullhead," I answered.

"Jacques you might want to look into therapy," James said.

"And risk the Schnee name, absolutely not," Jacques said.

"I could provide a military employed therapist," James offered.

"And let him get the idea to run away to the military absolutely not," Jacques said shooting down the idea.