Chapter 1: Running, Again
Running. Is that all I know how to do so well? Blake thought bitterly as she jumped from tree to tree in the dense forest.
It was dark, judging from the cold stale night and the brilliance from the shattered moon from above, she guessed it was around three past midnight. Mistral got the coldest at these times. Blake paused as she jumped onto another thick tree branch, balancing herself. She could see the outskirts of another town, a big one. Have to go around , she thought. They might be trying to lead me there, a possible ambush.
She could hear rough footsteps approaching from behind, newbies, she though. They aren't being stealthy, probably wanting recognition for catching a traitor. They might have sent them on purpose though. Blake paused in thought and decided, around. I'll lose them and make them think I ran back to the deep part of the forest, back to the pub where they spotted me.
Blake made a sharp left, being as loud as possible and making as many obvious trails as she could . If they're newbies they'll fall for it , she guessed as she jumped onto another tree. She then focused on her semblance and had her copy drop down to the ground as soon as the WF members were in sight.
"There she is!" a deer faunus shouted, so loud that a few birds scurried off. "Well, that answers my question," she muttered under her breath. Definitely newbies. She watched them march off after her clone that disappeared between a few trees. She stayed crouched down on her spot between the branches, the leaves providing good cover . I'll wait for a few minutes, make sure they fell for it. As time passed on she started to slowly relax her stance, tension leaving her muscles. Letting out an exhausting breath she finally sat down and took a breather. Realizing that it wasn't Adam calmed her down.
As the seconds ticked by she dozed off staring at the moon, the same moon that glowed during the death of so many. With that her mind drifted to past few months, after the fall of Beacon. She remembered the sting in her lower abdomen as she jumped from roof top to roof top. Thinking back now, she chastised her past self for being foolish enough to return to the ruins of Beacon, weak and injured. But she had to, she was powerless without her weapon. The same weapon she forged with her father's help. Her father.
Ghira Belladonna.
Just his name stirs up memories from that night. Regret courses through Blake, she body shudders at the words she yelled that day. What would have happened if I had listened? If I had stayed and left the WF? She thought. She'd be a different person, she even used to smile more back then, she'd would have lived a pleasant life in Menagerie. But I would have never met them , she thought.
Ruby, with her carefree and optimistic way of seeing the world. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, but smiled a lot less and didn't speak as much.
Weiss, at first she was wary of her, being a Schnee and all. She was stiff and condescending at first, but she warmed up to the team and stopped being Weiss-cold.
She froze.
The heartwarming smile that was forming quickly turned to a firm line.
Yang.
Yang was probably the reason she opened herself up more. The reason she finally got rest after her obsession with the WF. The reason she went to the dance. The reason she's probably alive. And the reason she ran away. She felt her right arm weigh 20 more pounds, underneath her white coat lies a golden bracelet. When she retrieved her weapon, she saw it. She shuddered as the event replayed again and again inside her mind, thankful that her hand had long since disintegrated due to Adam's semblance.
Adam.
Hello! So I originally have this posted on Ao3, four chapters are out on there if you want to check it out. I'm still figuring out how this site works so this will be secondary place to post. If you see any errors let me know and I'll change them. Have questions? Talk to me! Lets go on this new ride together! And its short, I know. The chapters will get longer, promise!