Alright, two things. One, I'm only doing this because of the 45 pages of RWBY fanfictions I've seen, no one dared mentioned this. And two, I actually am quite fond of Neo. Although she is a villain or antagonist, I actually think the whole mute thing is kind of intriguing. And I forgot to mention 3, this story takes place right after Torchwick gets eaten by a Griffon in volume 3 chapter 11. Anyway, enjoy what I serve to the table, and leave a review of you found any grammatical errors. Love you all, and see ya around!

(UPDATED!) I Shall remaster the first couple of chapters and/or make them longer and less errored. Grammarly is being a dear and an asshole, so hopefully I can keep the vibe and not ruin everything with this. But anyways, hope you enjoy the new and updated chapter! See you around.

Her parasol opened and the strong wind blew her off the hull into the night sky filled with the overwhelming swarm of flying Griffons and Manticore circling the battleship. She fought as hard as she could to try and stop it but figured it was no use considering how high she was. With the wind blowing her steadily away, she managed to catch a glimpse of where she had been standing. A man with a can was swinging it around while a Griffon flew down and made him disappear into its mouth. Her eyes widened and she stared in shock, unaware of the approaching threat coming in fast. Seeing the black mass, she looked and saw another Griffon as it roared and bared its talons.

It barely missed her, clipping her only safety net and ripping it shreds. She plummetted, heart racing as she awaited the inevitable death coming soon. Was this it? Was this how she was going to die? Was this her fate? Her destiny? Closing her eyes, she thought her last thought.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

Sometimes, they both played with people.

The Griffon had circled around and repeated its attack, this time, snagging her flailing jacket and pulling her along for the flight. It had noticed and started to shake and do crazy flight patterns, going higher and higher. Eventually, the extreme shaking threw her out of the jacket and sent her flying and flailing. A metal floor came in contact with her first, sending her rolling across the ground and sliding to a stop on her back. Opening her dazed eyes that quickly turned to panic, she flipped and scanned the surrounding area, seeing multiple people running from or fighting the ground creatures of Grimm. One man in particular dressed in a white suit fought an Ursa and won with nothing but a pistol.

She heard growling behind her and stood to see three Beowolves staring her down. She started running as fast as she could away from them, hoping for some salvation behind the makeshift frontline the fighters were making. After managing to get passed hem, she kept running, hoping to find a form of cover to wait this out. As she was running, she managed to hug the wall of one of the buildings closest to her and stayed hidden for a while. making her figure as small as possible by hugging her knees up to her face, she shed a few tears before the building behind her started giving away. Looking up, she couldn't even respond before she had gotten covered by the rubble.

Removing her hand protecting her head, she had found herself stuck in a little crevasse between the giant pieces of the building rubble. Moving, she winced as a searing pain shot up her right arm. Looking to see what the problem was, a bloody mess sat before her. Her hand had been caught under some of the building, holding it in place. Her aura was flaring trying to accommodate for the loss of blood and heal her crushed and numb arm. Using her other arm, she tried to push the top piece off by strength, but with her arm stuck and hurting like hell and her consciousness dwindling, it didn't budge. Slumping and sighing in defeat, she saw a peephole that looked directly at Beacon tower, looming over her in its damaged and weakened state.

Her eyelids became heavy. And the last thing she saw was a bright flash of white come from the top of the tower and swept down coming straight at her. Once it reached her, she went out like a light. The last feeling was that of comfort.

And that scared her.

(UPDATED) I'm sorry for leaving you all in the dark and storyless. I was just reading other stories and criticizing them. No worries, I am back and trying to regain those writing muscles. Please leave a review of what you think of the new updated chapters and I'll listen and adjust accordingly. New year new me.