RWBY Turquoise Trailer
The broken moon hung low upon Vale’s skyline. Trees with thick foliage covered the two spies waiting in the bushes; watching as robot workers loaded Grimm into well-built iron cages.
The first figure watching, a young woman about the age of 25 wearing a blue pantsuit was the first to speak. “Ozpin said that this site was the last of the Grimm Breeders’ refuge.” Fay Turchini whispered.
Her partner, a young man with gray hair and a black top hat nodded back at her. “Once we destroy this shipment and bring these men into V.P.D.’s custody, it will be the end of the Grimm Breeders forever.” Earl Grey replied.
“And then we can finally settle down?” Fay asked expectantly.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Earl leaned over and sealed his promise with a kiss. Fay smiled brightly.
With personal exchanges out of the way, the two crept their way closer to the site. They split up and made their way to opposite sides of the camp where they signaled each other that they were in position. Earl made a low whistling sound, which drew the attention of the worker robots towards him. As their sensors scanned the trees ahead of them for any signs of life, Fay leapt forward and stabbed the closest robot with one of her Sais. Sparks flew everywhere as the machine fell to the ground. Now aware that they were under attack, the robots activated their firing mechanisms and began shooting at Fay. She dodged every attack skillfully. Earl jumped out of the bushes and reached into his holster, taking out his combination musket/halberd. He sliced and shot every robot around him, and with Fay, they quickly eliminated the first wave of guards.
“We need to destroy these Grimm quick, before any more show up.” Fay stated, moving towards a cage filled with anxious Beowolves.
Suddenly, there came a loud hissing noise from a large box nearby. During their attack on the base, the robots had failed to properly close one of the cages and now whatever was inside it was getting out.
Fay activated the dust pistols located in her Sais, ready for battle. Her eyes widened with fear when she saw it; the creature that immerged from the box was unlike any Grimm she had seen before. It had the head of a King Taijitu, but an enormous body like an Ursa. Its claws were like those of a Beowolf only longer; its tail was just like a Deathstalker. Its back sported wings like a Nevermore and even had the extra claws at the tips. Fay had only ever heard of one creature like this, its name had been passed down through generations, but no one had lived to see it. It was said that its venom drove a man mad upon contact. She had heard the stories indeed and knew that this beast before her was the one and only Jabberwock.
“Stay back!” she called to Earl, in panic. “This thing is highly dangerous. Don’t get exposed to its venom!”
Earl Grey’s face shown only determination as he charged towards the beast, dodging every ounce of venom the creature spat at him. He managed to deliver several blows to its tail and wings before being knocked back by the force of the Jabberwock’s body. It was Fay’s turn now and she decided to make it count. She ran forward and gracefully slid under the creature’s body, severing half its tail. The creature cried out in pain, it was horrific to listen to. Fay covered her ears at the screeching, she knew half of it was derived from pain, but most of it was the creature’s careful defense tactic. She knew that if she didn’t get out of the way, she’d either be trampled or hit by venom. The creature continued to scream however, a wail that was like a thousand banshees. It paralyzed Fay and prevented her from moving away. The creature looked down at her and almost seemed to smile at her obvious pain. It raised its head back prepared to kill. It stopped screaming just for a second, allowing Fay only to look up as the creature’s massive head came barreling towards her body. She closed her eyes, expecting the end, but a shadow fell over her and she heard the shocked yelp of the beast. She opened her eyes to see Earl standing over her, the Jabberwock mere feet from them, the halberd lodged deeply in its neck.
“F-Fay,” Earl whispered softly.
Fay looked at his arm in horror; a drop of the venom had landed on his sleeve and was corroding through the fabric, trying desperately to reach his skin.
“Earl, I-I can fix this,” Fay sniffed, a tear forming in her eye.
“We don’t have much time, at least…I don’t.” Earl said calmly.
“Earl, don’t say that!” Fay sobbed, looking around for something that might help.
Earl winced, the weight of the Jabberwock’s body coming down on his weapon. In a heartbroken rage, Fay pushed the Jabberwock off of her love, its body landing a few feet away. Earl collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Fay fell to her knees beside him and hugged him tightly.
“Please don’t leave me,” she wept as her love began to lose his mind. “Please…”
Fay sat in the waiting room of Vale’s mental treatment facility. Her face was like stone; expressionless, still. She looked down at her enlaced fingers, waiting. The silence was disturbed by the sound of someone walking in. The man in the green jacket sat down next to her and rested his hands on his cane. She didn’t bother to greet him or to even look up at him, even when he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“It’s tragic how the ones we love can hurt us the most,” Mr. Ozpin said philosophically.
“He didn’t hurt me, Ozpin,” Fay replied spitefully. “The life I chose did.”
“He wouldn’t have had you any other way, Fay.” Ozpin said.
She smirked, still no clear expression in her eyes. A tear silently fell down her cheek.
“We can always hope that they find a cure for his condition,” Ozpin remarked thoughtfully.
“Hope?” Fay asked; her tone unclear. “I used to hope for many things, I hoped that Earl and I would marry a couple weeks ago, I hoped I could trust you when you had one last mission for me and Earl BECAUSE THERE’S ALWAYS “ONE LAST MISSION!”” Fay’s voice suddenly filled with rage and she stood, tears now pouring from her eyes. “I HOPED THAT EARL WOULD KEEP HIS PROMISE TO ME AND MARRY ME AS SOON AS THAT MISSION WAS OVER, I HOPED THAT WE WOULD MAKE IT OUT SAFE LIKE WE ALWAYS DO! SINCE WHEN HAS HOPE EVER GOTTEN ME ANYWHERE, OZPIN?!”
Her eyes glared at the man who had promised her everything would be fine, her hate spilling over into grief.
Ozpin stood slowly and carefully as to not upset Fay any more than she already was, “And what does this mean for you Fay?”
She stared at him hatefully, she despised his cryptic riddles, “It means I’m done,” she replied.
The door opened and a petite nurse walked in; she didn’t seem surprised at the scene that was taking place in the waiting area. “Dr. Turchini, Mr. Grey is ready for you now.”
“I’ll be there in a minute, Alice.” Fay said, still looking deeply into Ozpin’s eyes. The nurse took this as a dismissal and left the two adults standing there alone.
Fay straightened her collar in an attempt to regain her composure, “Now if you’ll excuse me Mr. Ozpin, I have a patient to attend to.”
And so Fay walked through the double doors and into the inner part of the facility, deciding to never look back again.