Forsaken Heiress

Chapter 1:

White Lies

Weiss's heart began to fade, dimmed by the hardship of simply getting up in the morning. The simplest task seemed to become ever more strenuous. Eating away at her heart day by day, her sorrow remained unbroken; she forged through life without the slightest flutter of joy.

She'd often gaze out her window and watch the protests, they had been burgeoning over the past couple weeks, becoming more and more violent, the White Fang were becoming more persistent with their attacks, Weiss was told it was simple protest, her father often kept her in the dark on these matters, he didn't want her to get worried. However, unbeknownst to him, she knew how bad it was; she knew it was war, not protest.

Weiss's eyes wondered as she ambled down the main corridor, the silence broken by the echo of heels. Tables were set on each side of the hallway, perfectly aligned every twelve feet, ten tables on each side. Each table was draped in a white and blue cloth with a lovely diamond encrusted candle set in the middle.

Large, stained glass windows were cut between each table, the vibrant colors turned the long corridor into a wondrous passage of color and perfection. Weiss loved the families domicile; it was designed with elegant passion. The original builders were commendable for their work without a shadow of a doubt.

The corridor lead to the parlor which was connected to the main entrance, the parlor was as astonishing as the main corridor, waterfalls split the entryway to the corridor, to the right was the reception counter, glossy white and polished so clean that you could eat off it, to the left sat long blue leather couches, a large gold chandelier glistened bright, hanging in the center of the parlor.

Weiss couldn't help but stop and let her eyes wonder. The sound of small waterfalls and nothing more, the feeling was subtle, Weiss was the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. One day this would all belong to her.

Weiss continued to the front doors, she stopped and paused for a moment, she began to reach for the handle when the receptionist's voice caught her attention. "Ms. Schnee, are you going outside?" Weiss stopped and stared at the handle for a moment, with a slight inhale she turned to the receptionist. "I just… need some fresh air is all," Weiss began once more to reach for the handle, she was halted again by the receptionist. "Ms. Schnee you know the building is on lock-down, I cannot allow you to exit the building."

Frustration began consuming Weiss, "Hmm, allow me to rephrase my previous statement… I am going outside to get some air!" With that being said, Weiss flung open the door and stormed out, the roar of chanting and shouting was deafening, An abundant amount of Faunus protesters with signs flooding just behind the surround gates.

Armed security stood just out of reach behind the fence. She began to amble away from the main door. The path is a wide cobblestone walkway with rose bushes on each side that lead to a roundabout that had a nice, white fountain in the center. The roundabout divided in three ways, the right lead to the garden and more paths, the left would take you to the accounting building, continuing straight would lead you to nothing other than the front-drive which was completely engulfed by angry protesters.

Weiss took the right; she had not been outside for two weeks so she walked slow, enjoying and engulfing every moment. But something was not right, as she walked the chanting and shouting begun to die down. Soon the only thing she could hear was birds and slight wind. She stopped and glanced at the protesters. Silence, all the protesters were staring at her, whispering to each other and pointing, Weiss was dumbstruck.

Frozen with curiosity, she remained still the silence was chilling; Weiss couldn't imagine why they'd be staring at her, why everyone became so silent. Weiss began to walk again, the crowd began to boo her and insult her. The crowd's attention was now on her, everyone was yelling. She tried to ignore them but to no avail. Being the heiress of the company made her a prime target.

The shouting began to grow louder, she could feel the tension rising as she strolled, the sound of a bottle breaking caught her attention, she turned around, pieces of a shattered bottle about three feet from her, moments after another bottle broke behind her, making her jump, soon another and another. The protesters began throwing bottles, rocks, anything they could find, "Guards!"Weiss called out in terror, watching as every guard around the fence began running to her aid.

The first guard stood in front of her, blocking her from the rain of objects. More guards began surrounding her, she felt a hand grab her shoulder and she turned around in an aggressive swing to see who it was. It was Cody, head of security and personal bodyguard of Mr. Schnee. "Ms. Schnee, come, we need to get you back inside!" Weiss simply nodded her head, and began to follow Cody; they began running back to the main entrance, guards with shields shuffled to the side, blocking the incoming objects. Cody ran up and swung the door open, Weiss bolted through the entrance back into the main parlor, almost slipping on the polished white tiles. The roar of the crowd echoed throughout the building, the noise suddenly ceasing by the door being shut.

"Ms. Schnee, are you alright ma'am? And for the love of god what were you doing outside?" Weiss turned and faced Cody, "I-I was just… getting some air" Weiss struggled to say while she was trying to catch her breath. "You know the building is under lock-down, you know you aren't allowed outside!" Cody beginning berating her, "I just wanted some damn air Cody, how was I to know that was going to happen." Cody rolling his eyes, "Weiss you know your father's word is final, I cannot accentuate this enough, stay in the house!" Weiss balled her hands in frustration, "He treats me like a child, it's not fair!" Cody inhales with a blank expression. "Weiss, you know he does it to protect you, you're his daughter, he loves you and doesn't want you to get hurt, stop being so callous."

Weiss snapped, "I'm not callous! He is, he's callous not me! He absconds in his study all day balled up with rage because of the White Fang, a group in which you've failed to abolish; this war has made him callous, insatiable and austere!" Cody just rolled his eyes again, "My point proven, you fail to understand what he is dealing with, once this daft conflict ceases it'll alleviate him of his stress... until then you need to abide by his wishes." Weiss turned away, "It won't end," She said under her tongue.

"Don't be so doubtful sweetheart," Weiss turned back, there she saw her father standing in the parlors entrance leading to the main corridor, "Father." Weiss said in a solid tone before standing straight, "I was unaware of your presence sir, um, how long have you been there?" With a smile he replied, "Long enough, Weiss the war will end, eventually." Weiss replies in an instant, "But when? When will this inferior scuffle come to a close, when will peace return, when father, when!" Silence followed, "When," echoed throughout the hallways before fading into oblivion.

"Soon, I promise," Mr. Schnee said in a calm mellow tone, hoping it would calm her anxiety, "Lies, that's all they are, I see the violence growing furious day after day, I can't even go outside my own domicile, what of me then? What if this conflict is still ongoing when I take over the company, I don't want to deal with this?" Mr. Schnee exhaled, pausing slightly he looked directly into her eyes, "The war will be over by then, I promise."

Weiss whipped her hands in the air in frustration, "enough! No more lies! I'm sick of it, you always say it'll get better, you always tell me not to worry, you always say everything's okay, but it's not!" Her father covered his heart with his left hand, "Weiss, sweetheart, I'm not lying to you, I promise this conflict will end soon." Weiss gritting her teeth, then with an outburst of anger she shouted, "Stop! You are lying you know you are, truth is you know it won't end soon, you know it won't! You think lying will assuage me? It won't, you say the war will end soon? Then show me! Show me something real! I'm calling on you, prove it you son of a bitch!" Her father stomped forward in an outburst of anger, "That is enough! You will stop this daft behavior at once! Don't use such veil language, you were raised better than that!"

"Why should I? You do it; all you do is lie and try to cajole me. You need to open your eyes not me! What if mom was here, she'd never approve of this!" Her father snapped, "Well she isn't here! Is she? They did this, not me; don't act like I drove her away! They took her away! Those filthy animals don't negotiate, all they understand is the boot and whip!" Weiss replied spitting venom, "That won't help! It'll only make it worse! Why do you insist on fighting them?"

In a roar, he replies, "Because of what they did! What they plan to do! This war isn't just about our company, it's about every human, and they hate all of us! Every human! I have watched many die at the hand of the White Fang dogs… Friends! Family! Board members! Workers! Guards! Police! And innocent people just because they were human, Weiss open your eyes it's us or them!" Weiss's face was glowing red, rage flooding her veins. "You act like we're innocent! They wanted to be treated fairly, we discriminated them too!" Mr. Schnee tilted his head forward, biting his lip in a flutter of frustration, Weiss takes two steps forward. "You had the power to help them… help bring equality to their race… but what did you do? You did nothing!"

Weiss's father lunged forward, towering over her, "I kept to my own! I did what I needed to do! I stood my ground! It started with peaceful protesting, they made it violent! You act like you don't remember that day!"

Weiss stepped back slow, "Don't… d-don't you dare!" Weiss's father held position; he threw his arms out like an angry bear. "So, you do remember! They attacked us first! Destroyed an entire factory! Killed forty fucking people! They stormed our domicile, destroyed our home, and took her… Deities… they took her! Beat her! And killed her! Killed your mother, Then they came after you, attacking you, a child! You should remember. The scar on your face shows the proof! They would've killed you too if Cody wasn't there to save you!" Weiss turned away, beginning to cry, "Fuck you" She muttered, "What did you just say?" Her father questioned, "I said…" Weiss turned and faced him with tears flowing down her face, "Fuck you!"

Her father dumbstruck looked at her with fire in his eyes. "That's it! How dare you address me in such a daft and idiotic manner! Get out of my sight, now!" Weiss turned and stormed away, as she reached the entrance to the main corridor, she stopped and turned her head slightly to the left, "I-I wished they did kill me." She turned and began to amble down the main corridor, heels echoed in throughout the now silent vicinity.

Weiss's father let out a slight exhale; he turned to face Cody, "She doesn't understand, I don't understand." Cody stood tall with his arms crossed, "She knows not what she says sir, this war seems to be hurting her more than you… she needs a father. Sir this war has kept you two apart ever since she was ten." Mr. Schnee bowed his head, "You know I have to keep this company alive, we keep the world in the light, we keep the peace. Cody, you know what would happen if the Schnee Dust Company fell, we supply the world with ninety-five percent of it dust. If we're gone, dust supply will drop dramatically, demand will skyrocket, war… will start between actual kingdoms. I keep the company alive because I have to… I do it for the world; I do it for my family. The price will be worth it… one day Weiss will understand why did what I did, why I wasn't around when I should have been… god, I hope she'll forgive me one day. "

Cody let out a small exhale, followed by a brief and awkward pause. "I know sir, you're right… I still think you should have let her train, she wouldn't have had to deal with any of this and she'd have better structure." Mr. Schnee shakes his shoulders, "You know why I didn't let her, I already lost Deities, I won't lose her as well." Cody looks down at the floor for a moment before looking back at Mr. Schnee. You may already have" Mr. Schnee looked up, gazing at the roof as if it were the sky, "ah Deities… I wish you were here, you'd know what to do." With those final words, he bowed his head and began to walk down the corridor, hands behind his back.

Weiss flung her door open, catching it and slamming it behind her. She kicked her heels off, watching as the smacked the wall in front of her. She was taking short rapid breaths, her face cooking with rage. She stomped away from the door; she approached her mirror which was sitting on her dresser. The dresser was white with hints of red detail, her mirror stood tall and narrow; white with red trim around the outer edging of the mirror, the details that were carved into the wood were extravagant, brilliance in every cut. However she abhorred the mirror, she abhorred looking at it. Every time she'd look into the mirror she only felt pain. The mirror didn't lie, it couldn't lie and it spat truth into her face like acid, burning away at her heart.

Loneliness, coldness, agony, suffering, every time she'd look in that damned mirror it would push her deeper into denial. Weiss stared at herself in a boil of frustration and rage. "Stupid mirror, stupid fucking mirror," tears ran down her face, looking at herself only made the pain worse. "Look at you, you complete dolt, daft… fucking idiot!" Weiss clenched her fists as she stared at herself. "I hate you, I hate you!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. She began to shake in anger; she tilted her head and closed her eyes.

With a puff she turned and began to wobble away, she only made it about five feet before falling to her knees. She buried her face in her hands and began crying, tears puddle in her palms like a small bird bath. Lifting her head from her hands she breathed slowly, she looked back at the mirror but only for a moment. She turned away violently before shakily rising to her feet. With haste she shuffled over to her bed, plopping down on the soft cotton sheets. She sat on the edge of the bed leaned over Her ears rang slightly in the silence; thoughts began slowing down as she began to regain focus. Silence soon broken by three knocks at her door, like a punch the sound knocked her back into reality.

"Hello? Who is it?" She muttered in a soft, cracked voice. "Weiss… may I come in?" It was her father. Weiss wiped her face, trying in an almost futile effort to look as if she had not been crying. Come in," the door pushed slowly open, creaking and cracking as the brass hinges rotated.

Mr. Schnee began to amble into her chamber, "Weiss, I… I'm sorry," Weiss was still as a rock at the edge of the bed; her head remained bowed as she remained hunched over. "Don't be, you should be... I deserved it, sir," he replied almost instantly in a soft mellow tone, "No you didn't. I know you want this conflict to cease, and you must realize it isn't that easy, I can't just abide with the White Fang and boom, the wars over."

He paused for a moment, a small exhale followed, "Weiss" he took a few steps forward, "The White Fang, just don't care anymore, all they want is the human race gone… when this war started it was just, protests, now you can't tell whose and equality protester from a White Fang murderer…" Weiss still remained still as stone, not saying a word. "Weiss… you have every reason to hate me… I understand… I've kept you in the dark, kept you from your dreams… I was so worried about losing you that I… I'm sorry."

Weiss still remained still without the slightest gesture. "Weiss, speak, please…" Weiss tilted her head up slow, blankly staring at her father, "it's okay… dad"

Weiss's response was bland and shallow. Weiss's father caught an eye of a picture that was knocked over aside her dresser. He began to move towards it at a desultory pace. The picture frame was a shiny gold and silver, he picked up the picture and smiled. "Ah, I remember this." It was a picture of Weiss's mother leaning ever so casually against the fountain out front.

She was a tall, lissome woman with white hair that she wore in a ponytail; she had blue eyes brighter than stars. "We took that picture after we got married, god she was beautiful… I miss her; she was such an ingénue… in the sense of innocence, not unsophisticated of course, I loved her for it." He stood gazing at the picture with a smile on his face.

"I miss her too," Weiss said in a slow hushed voice. "I know you do… I know you do." Weiss's eyes began to water, her vision slowly blurring by the elevating precipitation in her eyes. She buried her head back into her palms and began to cry. Her father heard the hushed sound of weeping causing him to glance over at Weiss; he put the picture down and walked to her side. He slowly lowered himself and sat next to her.

Weiss lunged over and hugged him; the sudden lunge startled him slightly, causing him to flinch. Weiss hugged him tight with her head digging into his chest. "I miss her!" Weiss cried out in hysterics, He patted her on the back in an attempt to comfort her."She loved you, I love you… remember she's always watching over you."

Weiss remained still, hugging him tightly like a bear hugging a tree and closed her eyes. Memories are all she had, she was so young, her mother was her best friend, her only friend, losing her was a tragedy that was impossible to overcome, she'd been alone ever since. Trapped in a recurring cycle of pain and suffering, sorrow filled her heart and poisoned her veins. Her past always seemed to veer its ugly head wherever she'd go, sending her into an abject misery.

Often she'd adjourn to the local auditorium to listen to the choir sing, she'd close her eyes and let the soothing sound of music invade her mind and send her into a state of peace and solitude. The music was mellifluous and smooth. Weiss was alone; she grew up in a time of war. She watched in horror as her mother, her best friend, was taken before her very eyes, watched as the White Fang beat her until her cries for help were completely indecipherable as human speech. Watched as a blade cut deep into her throat, the sound of flesh and muscle being cut is a sound she'd never forget.

END of Chapter 1.

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