Weiss woke up to her head pounding. It took her a few seconds before she remember what happened. The faunus woman with the dark hair and bright eyes. Weiss cursed her luck. She hadn't moved yet so she still had the opportunity to take in her surroundings.

She was laying on the ground which appeared to be moving. Transport. She suspected she was laying in the covered back of a wagon. The clip-clop of horse hoofs told her they were on the road.

Weiss shifted slightly and was alarmed to feel ropes binding both her wrists and ankles. Her mouth however seemed to be free. Her mask gone too. Maybe if she screamed-

The cold tip of steel pricked the back of her neck and Weiss froze.

"Don't even think of it," Blake said from behind her. "Keeping you alive isn't a necessity and while preferred, your death will still achieve our goal."

The sword withdrew and Weiss exhaled. She rolled over to see Blake and a tall man sitting on crates beside her. Blake was in the process of sliding her sword back into her belt.

"You mangy mutts," she spat, worming her way into a sitting position. "Do you have any idea who I am? How dare-!"

The man sitting next to Blake lashed out with his foot and Weiss cried out. Pain flashed down her shoulder. She glared up at him.

"I'd appreciate if you'd shut up," he snapped. "We are well aware of who you are and what it'll do to Atlas to have you missing. So be quiet or I'll makeyou."

While Blake had removed her mask, the man next to her was still wearing his. The fact that his eyes were obscured made his appearance even more frightening. Weiss leaned against the side of the wagon, quieting down. He sat back, extending an arm around Blake's shoulder.

The rest of the journey was spent in a tense silence, which Weiss spent the majority of considering how bad it would be for her to scream. They'd kill her far before she managed to worm her way off the wagon. But to let them just take her…

Her decision was decided when the horses up front pulled to a stop.

Blake and the faunus man moved as one. The faunus man leapt out the front and could be heard talking to whoever was driving up front. Blake however moved towards her.

Weiss glared at her but didn't stop her as a blindfold and gag was slid over her head. Strong hands lifted her and Weiss was hoisted over the faunus' shoulder.

Weiss tried as hard as she could to peer through the black material but nothing. She was given nothing. Blake's rocking motions did not help her with direction either. And the fact she'd been unconscious probably threw all that out the window.

Weiss was terrified to say the least. As the daughter of one of the most important families in Atlas it wasn't like she never had any rough run ins with people who wanted to hurt her. She'd been kidnapped before and attempted for ransom.

Somehow she always managed to escape unscathed. Maybe a little roughed but never any lasting damage.

But the White Fang were different. These were brutal animals that were willing to do anything to achieve their vicious desires. They had no reason to leave her alive if their intention was to hurt Atlas.

Blake was quiet as they moved and the sudden lack of wind made her realise they were inside.

Voices from all around them crowded in and she heard laughter. Someone touched her leg and she flinched.

"Hands off," Blake snapped and the hands were gone. "Any of you so much as touch her with intentions impure I will flog you until you're begging for mercy."

She heard a few muttered apologies and for the first time here Weiss felt relieved to have the cat faunus on her side.

The next thing she knew she was being sat on the ground and her blindfold was gone. Weiss blinked, eyes adjusting to the light.

She was in a large room with no windows but oddly furnished. Four decent sized beds were lined up against a wall and a dining table sat across from them. Aside from a tall bookcase, there was nothing else. Two doors led off from beside the bed.

Weiss blinked in confusion.

Blake knelt in front of her and started undoing her bounds. Her ankles came first and then her hands.

Once free Weiss shoved the faunus away from her with a disgusted look. "You liar," she spat. "How dare you pose as one of Menagerie's people? At least they have some sense of honour!"

Blake looked at her long and hard for a few seconds before getting back on her feet. "I didn't lie, I am from Menagerie. I just never said which side I was on."

Weiss stood up, absolutely fuming. The other faunus appeared not to be here and Weiss was raging.

"Where am I?! Where have you taken me?!"

"That would defeat the point of the kidnapping wouldn't it?" Weiss clenched her jaw at the snark in her words. "Don't worry, the others will be here soon."

Blake left out of the final third door, a solid iron monster of one, and Weiss heard a lock turn and click. The heiress let out a sigh.

Her head was still aching and her limbs felt tight. How long she'd been tied up for, she wasn't sure. But from the tiredness of her body it may have been a long time. No windows in the room or windows on the wagon, she had no idea how much time passed.

She was still wearing her party dress, the long skirts fluffing out.

Weiss was worried. Worried for what this mean for Atlas. The war was just over. This sort of thing was something that would tip them over the rocky edge of peace.

And for all her faults, Weiss did not want that to happen.

Time passed slowly and Weiss explored the room. The two doors led off to mediocre showers and she shivered. How long was she expected to stay here?

The bookcase seemed stocked full of books, many she'd never heard of. While she read, her array of books weren't the most wide spread ever.

Weiss plonked down onto one of the beds, a sigh coming from her mouth. Besides the whole kidnapping aspect, the one thing she hated about being kidnapped was the boredom of waiting. Endless hours of being left alone in a room with nothing. Not fun.

She wandered over to the bookcase and pulled out the first book. Hmm… Ninjas of Love? She arched an eyebrow. Couldn't be too bad, she'd take a crack-

She heard a loud click and then the door opened. It was more White Fang faunus, wearing their masks. Weiss just managed to get a glimpse of a thin corridor before the door shut again.

"Hello princess," the largest one sneered. "You've got some company!"

And Weiss had to hide her surprise at the three people they placed on the floor. Pyrrha, Coco and this other boy. His name was Roy Stallion, one of the royalty from Vacuo.

Weiss blinked. There was her from Atlas, Pyrrha from Mistral, Coco from Vale and Roy from Vacuo. One for each kingdom. Each kingdom may have their respective monarchy, government or system but everyone knew that it was these individual families that ran the economy.

And that it was them that made up before things got out of hand.

Oh this was clever, she realised. Each heir taken to be used against the kingdoms. With the right words spoken, the right message sent, this war could start anew again.

They didn't really need them alive for that, did they? Them being dead still sent the message. Weiss really hoped they didn't know that or just that they were compassionate.

The faunus untied her friends before leaving them.

Coco was absolutely spitting fire, muttering the vilest curses Weiss had ever heard. They were also still dressed in their fancy clothes, dresses as long and fine as ever.

Pyrrha caught sight of her. "Weiss! They got you too?"

Her redheaded friend ran over to her side and Weiss did admit, she felt a little bit relieved not to be alone here. It did explain the four beds though.

Weiss sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. She played me like a fool and I only noticed when we were alone. The White Fang's tricks have gotten better."

Roy was quiet as Coco sat down next to Weiss. "They're trying to spark war again," she huffed. "I'm telling you, my mother will not be happy after this. It might even work…"

They all went quiet as they realised what deep trouble they were in. The Great War had wreaked havoc on the whole of Remnant. With each kingdom in tatters, none of them would be able to stand if another broke out. And then the White Fang could just swoop in.

"We need to escape," Roy whispered quietly and the three girls nodded in agreement.

Escaping was what they needed to do. For both their safety and that of the world's.

Weiss grimaced. What fun this would be.


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