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Yang Xiao Long looked around her. The Amity Colosseum was filled to maximum capacity and surely millions more were watching all around Remnant. The Vytal Tournament was the most popular event during the Vytal Festival and easily the most watched broadcasted event in the world, and She had made it to the final stage. Yang wasn't surprised, she was absolutely confident in her abilities. As millions of people cheered her name and her victory she looked at her opponent, her beaten opponent. She smirked at him. After knocking someone down on their butt (literally) it was hard to see them as equals. She turned her back on the gray haired, lanky young man named Mercury Black. She heard a sudden rush and FELT the unexpected danger. Acting automatically she turned and blasted the leg about to strike her with her right hand. Except, it wasn't the gray haired man clutching his leg in front of her, it was her little sister. Ruby Rose looked up at Yang, pure innocence embodied in her tear filled eyes, her black skirt torn, her red hood in tatters, "Why would you do that, Yang? Why would you hurt me?" her voice quivered.
Yang looked down in horror at her sister's leg, "Ruby, I- I'm so sorry! What happened? Why are you here?!" Yang looked up and saw that the Amity Colosseum had disappeared, they were now in the great dining hall at Beacon Academy. It was destroyed. Yang's gaze drifted down back to her little sister only to find the person laying in front of her had changed once more. It was now her old partner and best friend, Blake Belladonna. Yang's eyes were riveted to the growing red splotch on her partner's side. "Yang. Please, go." Blake whispered, not having the strength to even move. Yang looked at her partner's face, finally tearing her eyes from the deviously placed gash in Blake's stomach; not in a place to prove fatal but still serious enough to render her immobile. Yang noticed Blake's eyes look at something behind her. She turned around and saw a man dressed in black, wielding a red katana, and covering his face with a grimm mask, but the mask did not hide his bull horns growing out of his bright red hair.
Yang felt the anger rise, she saw her vision blur red, sensed her power grow, she even saw her blonde hair shine. "Leave her alone!" She yelled, kneeling down in front of her injured partner. She saw the darker red liquid dripping down the katana's blade. Adam Taurus took a step toward the pair of teenage girls. Without thinking Yang launched herself towards him. Time slowed down and Yang saw everything. She saw the katana come across the arm she always attacked with. She felt her aura spike, strain, and finally give out. She watched the blade slice through her skin, muscle, and bone, right above her elbow. She slowly floated to the ground, feeling a different kind of fire, a burning that was not strength but weakness, the last amount of her aura cauterizing her severed limb. She watched the ground come up and meet her.
Yang launched herself into a sitting position throwing a punch with her right arm. Her ghost arm. As her heart rate slowly subsided back to a normal pace she looked at her stump. She tried, like she always did, to make a fist with her missing hand. She felt, or thought she felt, the imaginary fingers tense and curl together. It was funny, she had a greater sense of the ghost arm more than she had with her old arm; when it was actually attached to her body. Her father, Taiyang Xiao Long, had told her it was all in her head, that eventually the random pains and spatial awareness of an arm that no longer existed would leave her as she got used to not having one anymore.
Like she could get used to it even if she wanted to. Believe it or not, it was surprisingly hard to have to wake up one day realizing that your weapon, limb, and team had all abandoned you. Yang was crippled in more ways than people knew.
Yang couldn't see the dark ball of fur jump onto her bed, but she felt the weight of the creature and could hear its panting. She reached out with her left arm and Zwei, the family corgi, nuzzled it affectionately before curling into a ball at the base of her feet. Yang had to admit that she enjoyed the dog's company, he didn't treat her any differently after losing her arm, neither did he require conversation.
Yang rolled out of bed and stood next to her bedroom window. It was dark outside, still night, a single cloud illuminated by the broken moon hung in the sky. The moon was now a crescent, barely light enough to allow Yang's vision to see the trees just on the edge of the clearing where her father's cabin was built. The island Patch was covered with trees, except for the small port which was the closest thing Patch had to a large city, but during winter the tree's red leaves would all be dead and buried under fresh snow.
Yang had always been a fighter, had always gotten up when she was knocked down, but the almighty power of the universe or destiny or maybe pure terrible luck had made her its personal test subject to see how much abuse an otherwise strong huntress-in-training could take. The entire world saw her attack an auraless Mercury Black. Although she could swear that he attacked her first, she had seen the video recordings of the fight herself, she wasn't even sure if she believed her own memories anymore. Then her drunk of an uncle, Qrow, had offered her a hint to her missing mother who had abandoned her before she was a year old. Two of her best friends had been killed the night that Vale was attacked, and finally her teammates, including her sister, had forsaken her. Oh yeah, Yang thought with a toxic humor, My arm was cut off too. She closed her eyes and sighed. It had been a week since Ruby left to Haven. Her father was absolutely distraught, Yang thought it reminded him of Summer, Ruby's mother and Taiyang's second love, leaving on what would be her last mission.
Yang didn't know how she felt about Ruby's flight. She knew that the remaining survivors of team JNPR, Juane Arc, Nora Valkyrie, and Lie Ren, had gone with her. She had no doubt that they could handle any grimm that they met on the journey, but she knew that none of them were ready to fight the leader of the attack, the strange woman named Cinder who had orchestrated the sentient robot Penny Polendina's destruction and personally killed Pyrrha Nikos, team JNPR's former teammate. She was angry at first for Ruby leaving without saying goodbye, only placing a letter on her bed. A small part of Yang knew that she had pushed Ruby away though. You didn't talk to her. Yang told herself. Penny and Pyrrha, Blake and Weiss, they were all her friends too. Yang clenched her imaginary hand, felt the ethereal muscles tighten. They left her alone too, and you abandoned her before she abandoned you! "Shut up." Yang voiced aloud.
Two months ago, the internal debate would have affected her somehow. She would have been angry with herself or she would have missed Ruby, maybe she would have cried, but the simple truth is that someone can only cry to a certain point before becoming numb inside. Yang's subconscious had drilled self pity into her mind when Yang first came to and realized all that had happened. After that wasn't enough to elicit an emotional response Yang's mind had started to tell itself that she was a failure. That everything she did had a negative impact on those around her. The human mind, however, has a limit before suffering immunity to self inflicted abuse. Yang felt nothing at her sister's departure, she didn't care that her father was staying home to look after her, she didn't care that her entire world was shattered in the span of three days. It was like her uncle had said, sometimes bad things just happen. So deal with it, the internal voice said again. "I will," Yang told herself.
Yang turned back to her bed. The truth was she could understand Ruby's motive to go off to Haven. Ruby had always been a selfless fighter, desperately wanting to help people. And Weiss; Weiss' leaving also made sense. Her father had seen Atlesian Knights murder innocent citizens of Vale and turn on their own commanders thanks to the evil woman, because of that woman's actions the CCT was down as well. Vale could not broadcast a message to any of the other kingdoms. In fact, nobody could contact anyone else. Therefore Weiss' father coming to take her back to Atlas made sense. Yang couldn't understand Blake's reasons for fleeing though. They had been through so much together, and she just left Yang behind. She had promised to not run away from her team again, and she did.
Yang crawled back into her bed, allowing Zwei to move up closer to her arm so she could pet him. Blake Belladonna had always been the moody one of their team, and Yang the most easy going. Maybe I just didn't know her as well as I thought I did. After all, she hid the fact that she was a faunus until the end of our first semester. Yang thought it was funny that out of all the things that had happened to her in the past year, Blake leaving her and running away, was the thing that made her most bitter. She awkwardly pulled the blanket up to her chin with her left hand. Sometimes bad things just happen. Thanks for the advice, Qrow. Yang thought sarcastically.
;Hey guys, Just putting this up to see if it goes anywhere. If I get enough follows or likes after uploading maybe three more chapters I'll devote my time to this. Hiatus fever made me do it.