Whitley Schnee was walking down the streets of Vale on his way to Beacon Academy. Klein had told him about how Jorge had taken over the school and that he was now accepting anyone who could pass the new entrance exam.
It was his hopes that he would be able to pass and enter in. ever since his Klein had nearly beaten him to death last Christmas he had been living with the Arc's and Klein. In that time he had grown up a considerable amount.
In hindsight, he could see what he was turning into. he was becoming like Jaques, a monster. It made him sick how long he thought that he father was the pinnacle of what a man should be. Worse still was the way that Whitley thought he had done something wrong when his father started to beat him.
That day was forever burned into his brain. That was the day that what he thought was a good man died and was replaced by something else.
While he was laying on the floor passing in and out of consciousness Whitley remembered seeing Klein walking in on the attack. He had heard the sound of Whitley being tossed around and came to investigate.
At first, Whitley was worried about Klein as Jaques two personal guards started towards him. He didn't even know that Klein carried a weapon until the first one of Jacques guards that reached him was suddenly on the floor with his own blood spraying out of the side of his neck. Klein moved to fast and struck so fiercely that Whitely questioned whether or not he was actually seeing his butler or just hallucinating due to the multiple concussions.
With the other guard on the floor also bleeding to death from several freshly opened wounds. Klein turned his knife on Jacques and told him to let Whitley go.
Jacques most likely trying to hold onto whatever power he thought he still held told Klein to walk away now or he would regret it.
The words that Klein said next were the clearest memories that Whitley had of the entire event. "I made a promise to your wife and her father, that I would protect your children from any threat, even from you." as he finished the sentence Klein's voice lowered into an intimidating sound to come from someone so short.
For the first time in his life, Whitley saw genuine fear on his father's face. In that moment all the power authority and money Jacques Schnee command didn't mean a damn thing. All that they could earn him now was a fancy casket. The only reason that Jacques Schnee's life continued to exist was because Klein Sieben deemed that his death was not to be on this day.
It was at this point that Whitley once again passed out from all of the trauma he had suffered. And after losing a staredown to a man who was more than a foot shorter than him Jacques Schnee made the smartest choice he had made in a long time and ran away.
Klein picked up Whitley and stole a car to get them to the airport where one of Klein's former "associates" gave them an unlisted plane ride to the Arc cabin.
While he was walking Whitley's cane accidentally slipped on a piece of refuse and he stumbled forward. He had to grab a nearby bench to avoid fall face first into the sidewalk. Taking a moment to handle the pain that shot through his left leg. It had been that leg that took the most damage in his father's rampage. He knew that it would heal eventually but he needed to get to Beacon soon. The year was almost over and he wanted to start the application process as soon as he could.
He took a seat on the bench to leg his leg recover for a few minutes before he got back to trying to find a bullhead that would take him to Beacon. From his seat, he had a good view of the park that was across the street from his bench and of several businesses in the area.
It was after he had taken in the beauty of the park that he saw three men enter into a back alley. He didn't see what they were looking for but he could tell from the way they seemed to be looking around for anyone that they shouldn't be doing whatever it was that they were doing.
As they entered one of the men stepped to the side slightly and Whitley saw what they were after. There was a girl in the alley she was small and looked like she had been living on the street for some time considering how dirty her hair clothes all were. She was sitting in the back of the alley and when she saw the man coming for her she simply looked back down as though she knew that her situation was hopeless and that she chose to not both fighting back if it was three months earlier he may have simply left her for dead. If she couldn't help herself she didn't deserve his. If it were three weeks ago he may have tried to offer the men money in exchange for leaving her alone. But neither of those actions would help.
One would be hypocritical and the other would be foolish and result in him being robbed and her being attack and presumably raped.
No, there was only one thing that he could do now. The police would only arrive too late if they were called so Whitley forced himself to his feet and started towards them as fast as he could. He knew that he couldn't hope to fight three grown men even if he was healthy. But he could hopefully keep the three of them focused on him long enough for the girl in the alley to escape.
He had made it to the alley just as they had all made it to her. One had reached out and grabbed her by the leg and pulled her to him. She offered no resistance and simply sat there waiting for the inevitable.
"Gentlemen that is quite enough out of the three of you. I demand in the name of human decency that you let that girl go at once." Whitley did his best to sound serious and like he was, in fact, a threat to the three men who were all bigger than him.
They exchanged a silent look and then the smallest one started for Whitley it was more likely that they wanted to silence and potential witnesses than that they actually feared him but that didn't matter he needed to become enough of a threat that the other two got involved. And his cane would service that ambition nicely.
It was a simple looking cane and that was its strength as it was anything but simple. It had belonged to Whitley's grandfather Johann D. Schnee. The man who made it was an old family friend whose name was long since lost to the test of time.
It was the same man who made the famous "pistol of Johann D. Schnee" but that was just as lost as the name of the man who made it. It was said that when he saw that Jacques was going to inherit the Schnee name Johann had the pistol and cane hidden. Hoping to have them returned to a worthy successor of his name. The cane was given to Klein how had in turn given it to Whitley and the pistol was still lost.
Thrusting the cane at the inside of the man's leg Whitley activated the primary function of the cane. With a satisfying sound, the six and a half inch switchblade built into the cane shot out and presumably severed the man's femoral artery. It was a death sentence but one that would take a few seconds to take and once they saw that the little boy was armed with a blade the other two abandoned the girl and ran to aid their friend.
While the one ran to the side of the one who was now staggering and staring at the horrifying amount of blood coming from his leg the other one ran over and before Whitley could thrust the can at him he grabbed Whitley and threw him through the air and into a dumpster.
From past experience, Whitley could tell that he was going to pass out from the impact soon but he still did his best to ignore the pain in his leg and turn to face the man. The last he saw was the man coming towards him with his arms raised and a rock in his hands.