It had been four weeks since Roman Torchwick had launched his attack, ever since then I had been training harder than ever. Even though we had successfully defended the city from the Grimm and The white fang's forces I had still lost that fight against that colourful bitch, with her colourful bitch umbrella, and her colourful bitch eyes. I slammed my fist into the punching bag I had been hitting, knocking it off the hook with a slight scream. My eyes burned a slight scarlet red in anger.

"Woah there goldy what's with that," Cardin said while laughing, a smirk on his face. I ignored him walking over to the wall and grabbing a new, stronger bag and attaching it back onto the hook. He let out a shrug and continued sparring with Russel. I continued to smash my fists against the large heavy bag.

After three more hours of bruising and cutting my hands against the rough material of the training bag I finally retired to my dorm where Blake and Ruby were talking in low voices on Ruby's bunk while Weiss was studying. All my previous anger about the colourful bitch was gone, replaced by an aching tiredness.

"Hey guys!" I sang out in a happy voice, Weiss looked up from her book and waved then turned back to her study book. I walked over to Ruby's bunk and jumped on top, sitting on top of Blake. She let out a squawk of awkwardness and leant back. I giggled and looked at Ruby,

"So whatchyu and blake upto syis?" I asked still lying ontop of a blubbering Blake. Ruby blushed slightly, I doubted that if I wasn't her sister I wouldn't have noticed, but I did. And I couldn't help but grin.

"What you hiding there sissy." Her blush deepened and I laughed. "Fine don't tell me, I'll fin out anyways."

"We were just talking about the vytal tournament." Blake cut in. I smirked.

"Alright blake. Sure." I could feel she was blushing behind me as well. She quickly changed the subject.

"So where were you?" She asked,

"I was training." Weiss let out an exasperated sigh and climbed up onto the bunk bed as well, sitting next to Ruby.

"Training? Again? Really Yang you're training more than Blake was obsessing over Torchwick. What's going on? I know the Vytal festival is coming up but you're probably the best one on the team! You don't need to train anymore you dolt!" She leaned against the wall. "Seriously you need to calm down with your training or you're going to seriously hurt yourself, we're worried." She had a look of genuine concern on her face, I looked at Ruby and she mirrored Weiss' emotions, Blake remained silent but nodded. I jumped off the bed.

"What're you guys talking about!" I protested, "I don't train that often!" Blake jumped down and looked at me.

"Yes you do. You told me five weeks ago that I needed to take a break, and I did, and it was the right choice." She stepped towards me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Please Yang, for your sake, take your own damn advice." I shook my head,

"That's absurd Blake!" Ruby shook her head and leant over the edge of the bed.

"It isn't absurd Yang. You're training to hard too much." I let out an exasperated sigh. I wanted to tell them it was because of that ice cream coloured girl, but I couldn't they wouldn't understand, they couldn't.

"You know what I don't need to take this right now. I'm exhausted." I grabbed my coat and pulled it over my uniform. "I'm staying in team JNPR's room for the night." I stormed out and slammed the door behind me, but I didn't head across the hall to my friend's room, I didn't want to sleep now. I wanted to drink.

I left campus and headed into the city on my bike, I parked and got off my bike. I entered into the 24 hour bar, The Drunken Blizzard and pulled up a stool by the bar and sat down.

"Can I get a beer?" I asked the bartender. He nodded, pouring the fizzy alcoholic beverage into a large glass and slid it over to me. I grabbed it and downed half of it in two gulps and slammed it onto the counter. After doing that six more times, I called the bartender over again.

"No. No more young lady. I'm cutting you off." I began to put my hand up in protest but he cut me off. "I don't want to hear it. GET OUT!" I drunkenly stumbled to my feet, muttering drunkenly about how it wasn't fair they were kicking me out. But it didn't matter, because I would just go to another bar. I pushed open the door and mounted onto my motorcycle, fumbling with the keys and putting them into the ignition after a few attempts, and took off down the road. Quickly after beginning to drive I swerved into a lamp post. I flew off the bike smashing into the pavement of the street, I could feel the skin on my hands and arms tearing and felt my wrist breaking. I groaned and turned onto my back, as soon as I looked up I noticed the night sky wasn't the night sky. It was that stupid bitch's face. I let out a startled cry as I saw her umbrella descend on my face, and that was the last thing I remember.

The first thing I felt was the impossible coldness, then it was the chains around my legs and wrists, then the fact that I was dangling from something. I slowly, groggily opened my eyes and looked around, noting gingerly that my neck was stiff. My huntress instincts kicked in and I started actually taking in my surroundings, there was a steel table with nothing on it, no visible door so obviously it was behind me, I looked down, I was about fifteen inches off the ground, my wrists which I realized hurt a lot, were bleeding. I groaned and shook my head, I needed to think, I needed a plan, I needed my team, but my team was mad at me. My team though I was in team JNPR's room. Well they might have, depending on what time it was, or even what day. Maybe they would notice when I didn't show up to class, they would probably talk to Pyrrah or Jaune today. Hopefully… Suddenly I heard footsteps, and talking.

"Come on Neo, you don't need to kill her, I know you like her for some reason, I just want you to bruise her badly, then we'll give her back. It needs to be a message to them. They take one of ours, we take one of theirs. Simple as that." The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it. "Now, get to work." The sound of a door opening behind me made me drop my head and close my eyes, might as well go with being unconscious, try and get as much information as possible. After a few seconds of absolute silence, a I was slapped in the face, I heard it before I felt it, but when I felt it, I felt it. I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me, twirling that pink and brown umbrella in her hands, smirking. I blinked back tears as I dreaded what was to come in the next few hours.