[Author's Note: This idea came about back when Remembrance came out and people brought up the possibility of Whitley being evil. Suddenly thoughts of Adel from Kamen Rider Ghost mixed with Mitsuzane from Kamen Rider Gaim came about… Then Punished came out and the story practically wrote itself.]

It didn't take a moment for Weiss to decide that she'd break out of her prison. The problem being how she'd do it. Sure, she'd just walk out the door, but people might start asking questions, like why is the mentally unstable teenager who's supposedly scarred by the fall of Beacon walking around. Though, considering the higher ups' lack of care to anything but themselves, she seemed to have that under control.

A stroll across the halls might be hard enough if the guards are already informed of her house arrest. But if she managed to bring up some white lies, she might get out of there. In the long run, it was much easier than escaping through the window and much more pragmatic. Hopefully she'd bump into Winter, Willow, Klein, though the optimal scenario was to find James. If she could find James, he could probably get her into Atlas Academy undercover.

Unfortunately for her, the two voices she did hear were the last voices she'd want to hear.

"I must thank you again for giving me this opportunity." Whitley said. Weiss proceeded to hide behind a large pillar and peaked behind it to see the two people in the hallway. Seemed he wasn't talking to her, rather her father, Jacques.

"No. If anything, I must apologize for not realizing that you were the true heir all along. Your sisters were quite rebellious. It was a good thing I kept Weiss in check. She'd have sullied the Schnee family name." Jacques said. Whitley chuckled.

"Ah, father. I think we both know it's already been sullied." He said. Jacques chuckled with him for a moment before he blinked.

"… Wait, what's that supposed to mean?" Jacques said.

"Oh nothing. Just a really bad joke." Whitley then proceeded to give Jacques a hug. "A joke that's been staring me in the face since I was born…" Before Jacques could even realize what he meant, Weiss could see a large icicle emerge from Jacques' spine. Blood stained the icicle as well as his nice suit. Jacques had no time to even gurgle out his blood as his entire body began to freeze, starting from the stab wound and covering his torso.

Weiss recognized this technique. This was Jacques' own Semblance. Whereas Willow had her Glyphs that she and Winter inherited, Jacques had his own: Freeze. Seemed that Whitley had inherited his Semblance. This would have made Weiss tremble had it not been for the obviously more horrific sight of Jacques freezing before her eyes.

"Don't worry…" Whitley whispered into Jacques' ear. "This company will be in better hands." He said as Jacques' head froze over. Whitley then tipped the now ice sculpture of Jacques over and shattered him to a million pieces. He then looked over to the pillar. "You may come out now." He said. Weiss' heart pounded. Though she grasped Myrtenaster. She was prepared to fight.

And fight she shall.

However, as Weiss emerged from the pillar and readied to strike, Whitley backed away.

"I have no intention to fight." Whitley said. Weiss stood her ground.

"… No. You're planning something." Weiss looked around for any guards. Whitley shook his head.

"Honestly, I had no idea you'd be here. But I'm glad you were here to see it." He said. Weiss then pointed Myrtenaster at him.

"You…" She took a while to admit what had happened. Another to admit what'll happen next. "You killed our father to make it look like I did it, right!?" She shouted. Whitley took a moment.

"Is… Is that why you think I killed him?" Whitley then laughed. "No. I would never put you in the crossfire." He then walked towards Weiss, only for her to hold up Myrtenaster. He stopped and nodded. "… I guess I should explain myself." Whitley pulled out an icicle from his hands and tossed it a few feet behind him. The icicle erupted into a large icy wall. He then did the same with Weiss' end, completely sealing them in the hall.

"You said it yourself. The Schnee name was something our father just married into. You've noticed how much damage he's done to the business since he took it from our dear grandfather. For instance, he's made a lot of enemies thanks to his so called Faunus Labour act." Whitley said. Weiss simply looked down and frowned.

"… Grandfather would have been alive if… If…" Weiss almost began to cry, though as soon as Whitley tried to hold her, she pushed him back. "GET AWAY!" She shouted as a Glyph appeared from behind her. Whitley brushed himself off.

"Though, he was sick. Very sick. I'd view what the White Fang did to him as an act of mercy." He said. He closed his eyes as he prepared himself for what'd happen next.

SLAP!

Whitley barely flinched and just kept his hands behind him.

"Did that feel good? Did it take some anger out?" He asked. Weiss breathed in and out as the Glyph disappeared. "Yes, I think it did. You've had that in you for quite some time. I saw it when you sang at the concert tonight. I saw it when you summoned a Boarbatusk. You hated our father," he then felt his face, "so much that you hate me for robbing you of the pleasure of killing him yourself." Whitley could look at Weiss' widened eyes and could only smirk.

"What would you have done? Hmm? Run him through after calling him out on being an abusive father? They would have pegged you immediately and not even Mr. Ironwood would defend you from the charges put on you. Me, on the other hand…" He then sighed and kicked a large chunk of ice that was once Jacques' arm. "No one would suspect daddy's favorite of killing him."

"You… You…" Weiss had no idea what to say. But she gripped her fists. She had so many feelings to lash out at her father and yet… she could never say the words she wanted to say anymore.

"I didn't cheat you out of revenge. I saved you from being an idiot. You saw what he did when you openly called him out. Don't think Father ignored the song you sang. He knew full well you hated his guts. I felt it when he slapped you." He tried to caress Weiss' cheek, but she pushed his hand away. "Did it hurt?" He asked. It took a moment before Weiss frowned and nodded. She closed her eyes and shed a tear.

"He hurt us all. Mother, Winter, Grandfather, you… me." He said. Weiss blinked.

"You were hurt? Dad loved you more than all of us combined!" Weiss said.

"Remember what I said to you earlier? How it was foolish to not do what Father asks?" He then unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt. "You… You weren't the only one with…" He revealed his chest. Weiss knew that Whitley was no body builder, but what she did see was a huge scar from his left pec down to his belly button. The scar was large, not like her own scar. "Turns out the whip was not for romancing Mother like I had thought."

"… Whitley…" Weiss said. Whitley then shook.

"Do you know how much I suffered? How much Mother suffered? While you and Winter were away, living your lives, we were practically prisoners. You thought you're upset? There's a reason Mother drinks." He buttoned up his shirt. "That's why I resent you and Winter. You two got to leave this cage while leaving Mother and I to suffer."

"… I… I didn't know." Weiss said.

"He made all of us suffer. I put a stop to it." He said.

"But why now? Why didn't you do this at any other moment?" Weiss said.

"… Why do you think?" Whitley gave another coy smile before Weiss gripped her rapier again.

"You… You!" She charged, her rapier about to skewer Whitley before he blocked it with an icicle. "You robbed me of the chance to redeem our name! You think you can run it better than father?" Weiss glared at him.

"Do you think you can?" Whitley asked before using his icicle to fling Myrtenaster out of her hands. "You were training to be a Huntress. A Huntress wouldn't have time to manage a company. Nor would someone in the military. Me, on the other hand… I'm not well trained enough to fight Grimm or the White Fang, but what I can fight is the bad PR Father created. Make no mistake, the Schnee family name is in good hands, but it can't be in your hands. You need to protect the world outside of the Schnee Dust Company."

"And that means losing my right to inherit the name?!" Weiss asked.

"No. It means giving you the wings you need to fly out of this cage." Whitley said as the icy remains of Jacques began to melt. "This will be our little secret…" Whitley said before walking away. "Not that anyone would believe you." Weiss stood there, confused as to how to react. She walked over to Myrtenaster and picked it up.

"My first act as President will be to arrange a trip for you. Father had a point. The fall of Beacon gave you some trauma and I figured after the rather abrupt pickup from him, you should be somewhere else. Anywhere you want to be, just name it and my men will fly you there." Whitley said.

Weiss stood there, motionless. On one hand, she just saw her own brother commit murder. On the other hand, her father's iron grip around her and everything the name stood for was now gone. She trembled. She could remember what happened during the concert. Her aggression turning into fear, summoning the boar. That was all her. She needed to be relieved. Clear her head. Let her process this and have her come to a more logical decision. Besides, her brother seemed to not mind her, so she had time to plan in case she decides that what he did was unforgivable. Weiss sighed and spoke up.

"Whitely… There's… actually a place I have in mind." She said. Whitley turned around and for the first time, she saw Whitley give a nice, genuine smile.

"Where do you want to go, sister?"