RW11
Battered Bee
BY: Vicatron
RWBY Belongs to Rooster Teeth and was created by Monty Oum.
Sequel to “The Frozen Rose”
The slow beeps of the heart monitor filled the room with an abnormal silence. The constant drip of the IV as each drop fell to a rhythm as if trying to match the heart monitor only to fail desperately. The blindingly white surroundings smirking at those unfortunate enough to be inside, in its captivity.
None of those mattered. The beeps had been block out, reaching the ear only to be turned away. The constant drips of the IV were pointless, after all her world is shattered. And the white that surrounds her is
I put this story on Fan Fiction dot net but since I had a DeviantArt account I thought “Why not put it there as well?” and so I did.
RW10
The Frozen Rose
By: Vicatron
The red cape flapped in the cold night air, its wearer not caring that she would get sick. The slow pace she walked brought her no happiness, for there was no more happiness left in the world. Her friends no longer brought her comfort, roses no longer smelled sweet, food was bland and everything had lost its color.
She readjusted Crescent Rose on her shoulder, she had checked and double checked to make sure that Crescent Rose was fixed and all parts worked funct
RW11
Battered Bee
BY: Vicatron
RWBY Belongs to Rooster Teeth and was created by Monty Oum.
Sequel to “The Frozen Rose”
The slow beeps of the heart monitor filled the room with an abnormal silence. The constant drip of the IV as each drop fell to a rhythm as if trying to match the heart monitor only to fail desperately. The blindingly white surroundings smirking at those unfortunate enough to be inside, in its captivity.
None of those mattered. The beeps had been block out, reaching the ear only to be turned away. The constant drips of the IV were pointless, after all her world is shattered. And the white that surrounds her is
I put this story on Fan Fiction dot net but since I had a DeviantArt account I thought “Why not put it there as well?” and so I did.
RW10
The Frozen Rose
By: Vicatron
The red cape flapped in the cold night air, its wearer not caring that she would get sick. The slow pace she walked brought her no happiness, for there was no more happiness left in the world. Her friends no longer brought her comfort, roses no longer smelled sweet, food was bland and everything had lost its color.
She readjusted Crescent Rose on her shoulder, she had checked and double checked to make sure that Crescent Rose was fixed and all parts worked funct