off the beaten trail

Something very strange is happening.  Ever since you stole that dusty tome, members of your party have met a mysterious end, one after the other.  You are the last left, holed up in an anonymous inn off the beaten trail.  You pace the room, clutching the book that’s caused all this trouble.   You stare aghast as the grimoire levitates from your grasp.  You’re so surprised, you almost miss the shine on the dagger blade that floats inches away.

Chained Rose, Chapter IV

Summary: Set in an alternate universe where Ruby and Yang never went to Beacon and a terrifying virus threatens the populace instead of Grimm, Ruby Rose is hired by Cinder Fall to be her bodyguard.

A/N: Thanks so much for waiting! Here is the next chapter.

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Chapter Four: I Actually Did Just Want To Help But I Have A Reputation To Maintain

Daddy took us to the wishing tree.

The ground rumbled. Yang sat behind him on the bike, clinging to his back, and I rode in the sidecar because I was smaller.

Patch was a small island full of mountain roads, twisting and turning around nameless streets and neighborhoods without numbers or walls. We turned and turned, my jacket’s collar flapping in the winds.

When we’d reached the park, Daddy parked the bike and lifted me out of the sidecar. The rest of the trip was a long trek through the woods, off the beaten trails. Grimm territory, Daddy said, but that meant nothing to me. There hadn’t been a Grimm on Patch Island in at least thirty years.

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Since the recall of Overwatch agents, Genji had been suffering from
a bit of a dilemma. During the first iteration of Overwatch, before it had
been disbanded, he had a very intense mission to head up. He was
almost constantly in Japan and only returned for briefing and debriefing.
It had kept him occupied, allowing him to turn his focus away from his
internal struggles.

While he had found his peace through Zenyatta’s teachings, he still
suffered in the wake of a completed mission. Having no assignments
meant he was left on call at the Watchpoint without anything to occupy

He hated this sort of downtime.

It was during such a moment that he discovered a small alcove outside
the base. It was essentially a rock that overlooked the water, tucked just
off the beaten trail. It offered him privacy and the sound of the crashing
waves provided tranquility.

It was a nice escape, and where he found himself most of the time while
he was back at base, away from his mission. Like now, for example, as
he sat with crossed legs, visor off and laid to the side. The gentle sea
breeze was refreshing against what scarred flesh there was to his face,
normally locked away beneath the visor. He sat quietly in meditation,
allowing the time to tick by.



“Imagine my surprise when I learned that we have our own run away bride on this fine ship. And imagine my further surprise when there was set of applications to see you, our best weapons specialist to be whisked from this dirty underbelly and into the arms of a prince in a far way land . Tis a shame that they have the wrong ship ID that’s quiet a ways off the beaten trail that also has some other girl that looks rather like you. Only prettier.”