I see the light. Its warm welcoming rays dancing in front of my eyes. There are whispers all around me encouraging me on, faster and faster. The light looks so welcoming, so soft, so friendly. It warms every fiber of my being, much like an oven baking a batch of cookies.
Wouldn't it be easy to slip into its embrace? Wouldn't it be so much better then the pain I had suffered through?
I close my eyes, waiting for the light to sweep me away to a better place. My memories flash by, making me remember how quickly joy had been shattered by pain.
We had all been so happy last night. We had just finished our last exams of our first semester. The party we threw was great; we had even managed to convince Weiss to join in. The ruckus of the pillow fight had sent feathers flying everywhere. My blonde sister had smugly revealed the fact that I was ticklish, causing me to get tackled by my fellow teammates. Much to my dismay they had exploited my weakness to its fullest. I had shrieked with laughter as they tickled me into submission. My sister had tears streaming down her face as she held her sides from laughter. Their laughing faces surrounded me afterwards as we all lay in a heap on the floor. That had been the last time I had seen them. I wanted to hope they survived but the chances were slim.
Then the man who had caused it all came to mind. I would never forget his gleeful cackles as he sent fireballs into everything around him. His victims' screams of pain echoed through my mind, filling me with hatred. Why? Why had he done this? Even more mysterious to me was his identity, who was this man? I remembered his face, his thin drawn cheeks, high cheekbones, his icy eyes lusting for murder. He would pay. He had to. But who was left to go after him? Beacon was in ruins, its teams shattered and its professors killed or missing.
My mind drifted to my sister who had shaken me awake just before the attack. Blood was oozing from gashes on her face, her cloths were scorched, her skin bruised and battered. Her desperate voice revealed that Grimm were storming the academy, pleading that we had to run. I saw myself jumping up, protesting that we needed to help others get out safely. I remember seeing the fear and desperation play across her face as I grabbed my weapon and ran out into the hall.
"Sis!" I hear her cry from behind me.
I turned just in time to see the room crumble downwards taking my sister with it. Her face was frozen in shock, eyes locked on mine as she fell away.
My head throbbed as I remembered the crushing pain and blackness that followed as the hall collapsed, crushing me in rubble.
Why had I not listened to her? I had lost her, and she had only been trying to help me. She had been trying to keep me safe, but because of my stubbornness she was probably dead. How could I let this happen? How could I have been so selfish not to realize the consequences of my actions?
I panicked, thrashing my limbs screaming out to whoever may be listening, desperation in my voice.
"YANG!..."
No. No! No! This can't be happening. I will not give up. I must hold on to her, I must. She is all I have. I have to be there for her. What if she had survived and was trapped in the rubble? I have to live, if for nothing else but for her.
I flail wildly resisting the pull of the light, begging it for a second chance.
The light flickers and flutters, the whispers fade away, saying that it was not yet my time. I sob with joy as my plea is granted. The light fades to black, sending me back to a world full of demons, fire, and pain.
(A/N) Updates when I get something written.
Kudos to Madcinder(now Melanie Malachite) for Beta reading.
Note that the rest of the story is written in third person.