The White Death - A RWBY Fanfiction

Initiation

POV - Whitley

"Wake up Huntsman," a voice said.

I shot straight up and immediately felt the cold air. Looking around me I noticed something very, very important. I was outside.

"Good morning Huntsman, as you can see you are in the wilderness. Your weapons and attire are in the box on your left. We suggest that you start moving as there is no one around you to hold off the Grimm," the small camera, drone thing said.

"What the hell James," I said.

"We suggest-

"I heard you already," I interrupted.

I open the box and quickly undressed.

'Hopefully I can find Ilia, or anyone really'

I slipped on my combat uniform which gave me a small bit of camouflage, but was nothing compared to my outfit.

"We suggest-

"I'm working on it," I yelled.

'That wasn't a good idea... wait maybe it was'

I grabbed my weapons and attached them to my sides.

"Anybody near by," I yelled.

*Snap*

"Being as no one responded I'm gonna make the assumption that that's a Grimm," I said.

The large black Beowulf leaped at me.

POV - Neon

I heard the sound of someone fighting a few yards ahead of me.

'Finally'

I ran towards the sounds when I saw arcs of fire coming from the same area I had heard the sound.

'Seems they're closer than I though'

"Dear Oum these fuckers are relentless," a familiar voice said.

"Schnee," I called out.

"Neon," he replied.

"Yeah, " I said as I stepped out into the opening.

Whitley stood in the center, two massive cleavers in hand, a grimm dissolving right infront of him.

"Good job," I said.

"Thank you," he said.

"So what know," I asked.

"We go find another group so we can make a team," he answered.

"Oh, yeah that makes sense," I said.

“Can you by any chance hear anything, I know you have a tail, but you still have better hearing than me,” he asked.

“I was about say; anyway, yes I hear a few people talking to the West,” I answered.

“Lead the way please,” he said.

I walked in the general direction of the voices, but it felt like they were getting further and further away.

“The voices are getting quieter,” I said.

“Hey jackasses,” he yelled.

“Whitley,” I whispered.

“Did you hear that,” the distant voice said.

“You're the faunus, not me,” the other distant voice said.

“It came from behind us,” the first distant voice said.

“Then let's meet them,” the second distant voice said.

"That worked," I said.

"Of course it did," he said.