Two men ran in the rain. They stopped for only a moment, heaving in exhaustion before their next sprint through the cold night.
"Come on. Hurry!" yelled the taller of the two, picking up speed.
"Yeah!" his friend let out, before following suit.
The rain poured down hard, soaking them as they ran in desperate chase. Worry and fear flooded their minds as water flooded the streets of Vale. They weren't far now. They had heard of the White Fang being spotted in this district and knew they had to hurry. They didn't stop running, they couldn't stop running. If they took too long then they would be too late, and they were.
They stopped running. They were frozen in place, their eyes wide open upon seeing the scene before them.
A black-haired woman in black clothing stood before two bodies lying on the ground, unmoving. The faunus' yellow eyes lit up the night sky. Her cat ears sat upon her head, looking like daggers in the light of a single streetlamp. She stared in the eyes of the taller man with an expressionless face, challenging him. He was trembling with rage, baring his gritted teeth and clenching his hands into tight fists. The rain continued to pour upon them as they stared each other down.
In an instant his hand had jumped behind him, reaching for his weapon. In that same moment, the female faunus leapt back into the darkness, dodging several of the man's frantic shots. The taller man gave chase and his friend soon followed, but she was already gone.
The man stopped before the two dead bodies before him, a woman and teen, and fell to his knees. He held the woman's body in his arms. His breath shivered as if he were cold, his tears hidden by the rain. The rain drowned out his sobs to all but his friend, who could only choke back his own tears enough to say one thing.
"Viola… I'm so sorry."