March, 3rd
*There has been a change of power in the white fang. Adam has been promoted as the new leader and I fear that with that, more innocent blood will be shed. He's changed so much since we first met, hatred has taken him over and consumed him. I've tried to reason with him but it's no use. *
*The White fang has turned from a group of activist to terrorist and as much as I want to help, as I want to change what is going on, this is not how I wanted it to go down. I love Adam but I don't know how much longer I can continue on like this.*
Blake finished writing, shutting her journal as Adam approached her. His face covered by the white mask, resembling that of a Grimm. "What were you writing about?" He asked suspiciously.
"If I wanted everyone to know I would have said it out loud instead of writing it down" She replied, feeling the icy glare through his mask.
"Are you still worried about the /humans/?" The last words came out like venom from his mouth.
"Not every human is bad, labeling them all as bad for the actions of a few is what started this in the first place" She crossed her arms.
He walked closer to her, leaving only inches between the pair making Blake having to Crain her neck upward to look at him. "This is our way of showing them we aren't going to cowar in fear anymore. We aren't going to let them push us around" Adam spoke quietly, deliberately to her. This was one of many arguments they have had in the last several months.
"By killing innocent people?" She rose her voice at him. "Children? Is that who you have become?"
"You've grown soft." was his monotone response.
"No." She said firmly. "You've let them turn you in to a monster. You've become exactly what they think we are."
"I'm fighting for what we deserve, Blake!" Adam shouted. "Protesting didn't do a damn thing. We gave them the chance to change, now we'll make them." He growled.
Her golden eyes stared up at the man she loved, tears threatening to spill out. "I can't do this anymore with you, Adam. I can't."
He let out a soft sigh, placing a hand on her cheek. His hand was warm and he leaned in to ease his lips on to her for a small moment before saying. "I love you. I'm just trying achieve what we deserve."
" I know" she responded softly. "But I don't want to become the very thing we are fighting against. What good is it if we end up like them in the process?"
"Sometimes you have to get you hands dirty to get the things you want" He said, still justifying the route he was headed towards.
He didn't care for human life anymore. He became reckless and the once peaceful protest were replaced with attacks and violence.
She nodded and pulled away from his touch. The Adam she once loved was gone. She didn't recognize the man in front of her, he was completely different. She decided to give him one more chance, just one. And if he proved her right, that he was a monster then she'll leave, for good.