Memento Mori Chapter Two: Part One "Ruby? Ruby, where are you?"
Mark hears the voice first. He's unsure just how long it's been since Ruby collapsed, and he's worried sick for her. It could have been hours, or even a day or more. Time has no meaning in that void of red and black.
He can't see anything beyond that accursed world that he awoke in one year ago, but he recognizes the voice. It's Ruby's sister, Yang. He wants to call out to Ruby again, to try and snap her back to reality, but he can't. All that comes out is a hoarse rasp that doesn't sound anything resembling intelligent speech.
Of course, it makes sense that it would.
After all, his voice gave out hours ago.
Yang rushed forward and fell to her knees beside her baby sister. The girl was huddled up, her bottle of pills laying on the ground open, the pills themselves spilled out and useless.
She pulled the young girl to her and held her in her arms, her mind was
Memento Mori Chapter One: Part Three"Oh God, Ruby, make it stop! I'm literally begging you at this point! I'm actually on my knees in blood, hands folded together, begging you! I'M GROVELING HERE!"
Ruby simply smiled and shoved more popcorn into her mouth.
"This is revenge, isn't it?! This is for two days ago at the diner, ISN'T IT?!"
"Why Mark," Ruby said cheerfully, "I have no idea what you mean. I'm just a kid watching a cartoon."
"Oh God, you're inhuman. Outright evil, ya hear me?! This is cold-blooded torture!"
Ruby's grin grew wider. She was currently sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon called Pumpkin Pete's Fabulous Adventure!, and while she didn't like it, what with the show being too corny and cheerful for her taste, she knew Mark hated it.
She wasn't still sore about how he made her spew her smoothie all over Blake, embarrassing her to no end, no sir! She was just...teaching him a lesson about the quality of kid shows. Yeah, that was it!
Another episode came on, and she heard Ma
Memento Mori Chapter One: Part Two“You’ve had quite the eventful day, it would seem.”
"Do all teachers, headmasters, and adults in general say the same thing? I swear, they all get together and discuss this stuff."
Ruby ignored Mark, and continued to sit there quietly. From within that dark world, Mark sighed. He had been with Ruby for a year now (and didn't THAT sound weird when one thought about it?) and he still couldn't understand how the little girl could be so asocial.
He at first chalked it up as not wanting to get close to someone, out of fear of what she had done to him, but it quickly became obvious that wasn't the case. He wasn't a mind-reader, and Ruby never talked about herself, so what he did know about her was from what he experienced with her.
It was frustrating, really. They were stuck together, in all sense and purposes of the word, yet he knew nothing about her, and any attempts at serious talk were shot down.
It's a two-way street, pal, his irritating common sense sni
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“Fauna! What are Fauna? What are these 'unholy offspring of human and animal' everyone seems to love discussing? What are these 'killers in shadows' that so many love to call them? Failed science experiments? Creatures from another world? The true natural inhabitants of Remnant?”
"Ugh, this guy sure loves the sound of his own voice. Even I feel like yawning and passing out. Also, is he talking about normal animals or Faunus?"
Ruby ignored the voice, instead concentrating on waiting for the right moment to make her grand entrance.
"You know, I don't know what I find more ridiculous; his long winded speeches, or the fact that you actually indulge him like this. Should have gone to theater school instead, at least you have the flair for it."
She once again ignored the voice, and she heard its owner give a weary sigh. That alone almost brought a smile to her lips. Almo
Memento Mori PrologueIt wasn't supposed to be this way.
She ran as fast as she could, breath erratic.
This wasn't supposed to happen!
A sob escaped her lips, tears blinding her as she stumbled slightly.
"Hey, are you OK?"
Cans scattered as she ran through an alleyway, a trashcan fell over, its contents spilling out.
The sound of tearing flesh filled the air as blood filled her mouth.
She collapsed, unable to go any further, and curled up into a ball.
A gurgling noise sounded somewhere right below her, but she paid it no heed, continuing to rip, to tear, to devour.
Her wails filled the air as she lay there, weeping for what she had done. But no matter how much she screamed and sobbed, no matter how much time had passed, nothing would change. What was done was done.
Even when her older sister found her, and held her close as she cried, the little girl knew deep down that nothing would be the same again.