Slowly, Glynda regained consciousness. Her head bobbing, everything was blurry, there was a bright light shining directly in her face. She was bound and kneeling on a stage and in front of a crowd. Mild nausea built up, now was not the time for stage fright.
She could hear someone, a woman, talking in bits; amplified around what she concluded to be a warehouse on the docks.
"And after years of-justice and-a pivotal moment in-"
Whatever the woman was giving a speech about didn't matter, not right now at least. Glynda had to find a way out and figure out what happened that lead to this situation. The clicking of heels and the woman's voice grew louder, she was standing in front of Glynda now.
"Our little operation-Hunter Society-feeding people stories and-"
She could knock her off the stage and make a run for it maybe, unless there were extra guards. A quick glance around and it was clear there guards, lots of guards. Time for a new, reasonable, plan.
"The initiation will begin with one," The woman in front of her turned around and squatted in front of Glynda.
"Very," Cupping Glynda's chin, she forced Glynda to look her in the face.
"Dazed," seeing the woman's face nearly startled, Glynda, memories of the last mission flooding her.
She was on a mission with Port and Oobleck. It was supposed to be just heavily guarded intelligence gathering. Instead it was a full on White Fang meeting, with Cinder Fall herself and her two right hands there. After contact with Ozpin cut off, it wasn't long before Port and Oobleck were radio silent as well; which ultimately led to a minor panic and her capture. Were the others captured as well? Were they dead?
"Lieutenant Glynda Goodwitch," Glynda stared the woman in the eyes, Cinder Fall.
A top priority target in any mission, the current leader of the crazed cult, known as the White Fang. Glynda pulled her head back and out of Cinder's hand, the woman smiled and stood back up.
"Don't bother trying to fight back, Glynda," she felt heavy hands on her shoulders, force her to stand and hold her still, "It'd be a shame if you had to be unconscious for this, you already missed my big speech."
"Just turn her already!"
"Yeah! Stop wasting time!"
Other members of the White Fang in the audience shouted, Cinder calmly turned around to address them, "Patience, everyone. What fun is a show if you skip right to the climax?"
They didn't argue, Cinder turned back around, eyeing Glynda like prey. Oh, how Glynda wanted to wipe that smug grin off her face. Cinder gestured at the man on Glynda's right, "Adam, untie her hands. And don't you dare give her a chance of escape."
"Yes, ma'am," the left man's grip became stronger, holding her wrist and shoulder.
The right man quickly untied the knot and pulled her arm out from behind her. Cinder handed the mic to the green-haired girl who had walked up to her. She grabbed Glynda's wrist and right below her elbow, extending her arm out. A quick glance at Glynda and Cinder flashed a smile at the captured woman. Sharp canines reflected some of the light, Glynda finally caught on to what was happening.
Cinder had said initiation earlier, not execution. Cinder's teeth sank deep into Glynda's forearm. She screamed, her knees giving out, forcing the men at her sides to hold her up. She could hear all the other White Fang members cheering. Cinder wasn't a vampire, she wasn't sucking the blood or life out of Glynda, but maybe that would've been preferable.
Cinder dragged her tongue across the open wound once and then looked Glynda in the eyes and smiled again, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"I'm not gonna turn into one of your freaks, Fall."
Cinder chuckled, "Oh, we'll see. Only time will tell, and your time as a hunter is up. They wouldn't let in a werewolf, the very thing they hunt, even if she was one of their best."
She could feel her consciousness begin to slip away. Cinder would not win this fight, she'd rather die than become Cinder's subordinate, gold eyes met hers. Cinder's eyes.
Maybe she could...she could get used to looking into those eyes.
