Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee family, was haunted by eternal nightmares after that day. Deep blue sky eyes now examined areas with endless questions rather then possibilities. Hands felt for mysteries to unfold instead of wondrous feelings. Feet guided her to places she didn't belong, ordering her to not explore in familiar locations. This was all simply due to what happened on February the twelfth and how it shaped to be a horrific evening.
Weiss family, the Schnees, were created for one purpose. To sell colorful yet powerful crystals of dust to their land. Maybe around the world. This was mainly due to her grandfather's discovery of the objects below his home, but the main source to it all, a dozen years later, was Jacques.
This man could've been considered a discoverer to all of Mantle, a billionaire who cared for his home and it's citizens. But he was something more. He was more then just a 'king' that detected riches not even Remnant's average inhabitant would know of. He was more then a man who used fathers and sons to dig fifty feet deep underneath his house and beyond to find crystals of dust.
In the beginning, as a matter of fact, he was nothing more then a punk. A white haired dirty teenager that walked on the streets, begging for thin pieces of shaded green paper to magically fly into his hand. He was a man who lived in an apartment full of his digestive system's children, brown substance created by the land her stepped on, and water that's origins were unknown. Jacques was a dirty man, who served the Atlas Military for more then ten years... Only to be thrown back into his home without any assistance.
Luckily, the man had a very special trump card under his sleeves. One that went by the name, Lawine Schnee. A beautiful woman that he had encountered with in his days of service. He could recall her features, sound, and personality as if it was yesterday.
She had snow white hair, pinned up in a bun that was thoroughly created probably by herself. Sky blue orbs that adventured his soul on 'unwanted' dates. Fair complex skin through her winter schemed clothes he caressed, even though she refused so. A cold, no pun intended, personality that secretly longed for his betrayal of her orders. And a stern voice that supplicate him to cease his passionate thrusts in her, even though she probably wanted more of them.
She was his key to being back in the game and kick himself to getting big bucks. How? Easy. For starters, though it shocked him, she had his child in her womb. At least one of them that is. He wanted to tell her to handle the thing behind the scenes and become the skinny, sexy woman he once knew... But what good would be in that when that child's a one way ticket to being a Schnee. And a one way ticket from becoming Jacques to Jacques Schnee.
With his marriage and bond connected with the woman, he knew he would be the most productive man in Mantle. Maybe even in Remnant. And when his first child, Winter Schnee came into the picture, things got more better! He began to be paid millions. Billions. Trillions! Just for using slave labor on faunus that were exactly like him. Of course, some people found his action as horrific, but who was he to give a damn! He was washing his ass with his money... And maybe with a side of his baby girls behind the scenes...
A few years later, and Lawine had another child inside of her. Honestly, it started to become rather irritating to her husband that she was having children. He didn't want the first one, what made her think he wanted another? He only kept Winter due to her bond with her female creator, her skills in and out of the battlefield, her goal, and her midnight activities. So, what would he do with another? All he knew was that if it was a girl, he would give the work created specifically for her gender. If it was a boy though? He would be turned into a man before the age of nine.
Surprisingly, to the wife, the husband was delivered another girl, Weiss Schnee. He was there, at the hospital, outside of Jawine's room to think to himself. He could only come up with plans on how to keep his work going as his lover screamed in intense pain behind closed doors. The cries of her and his newborn annoyed the hell out of him. So, due to their mischief, Weiss wasn't held by her father. Wasn't kissed by her father. And wasn't properly loved by her father... Until she turned seven...
After a few more years of hard labor, fun nights and huge payments, Jaques was given the one thing he asked for. A little boy, name Whitley Schnee. Unlike Winter and Weiss, he was there the whole time for this child. He hugged him. He talked to him. And he loved him properly. Because of his gender, he was simply given two chores to do. Follow in his daddy's footsteps and learn to play piano for upcoming events. Luckily, the young boy did his work in a swell manner. As for his sisters? They weren't so lucky...
Soon, Weiss and WInter began to realize that something is truly wrong in their home. Or as they called it, mousetrap. Their mom was nowhere to be found except for the garden, drinking her sorrows away in her flask. The sisters knew that her activity would soon make her cancer worsen and she would die without knowing her children. Their brother would lock himself in his room, daring not to talk to none of them. And when he did, there would be beads of sweat dripping dangerously down his cheek and his crooked smile. Finally, their father would use them, physically or mentally.
If only they still had Klein, they told themselves. If only there was a way to get out of this hell hole called home. If only they could escape from the punches, kicks and whips given daily their way... Luckily, there was a way.
The two knew there was a route they could take. This route was the only thing separating them from eternal freedom. And this was the hidden door behind their bookcase of fictional music books in their library. They agreed, that tomorrow, Feburary the twelfth they would escape it all, no matter what. Because they knew that the only people who would love them in this world, was each other...
If only they knew it wouldn't stay that way forever. That night, after passing guards, sneaking down alive stairs that cried with every step they took, Winter told her sister to stay near the bookcases after she left to get the one thing Weiss loved other then her sister. Her white teddy bear...
Oh if only she didn't beg her to get it in these rough times. Because, before she knew it, the white haired child began to worry. Worry enough to look for her older sibling and come across a scene that would scourge her innocence from her eyes forever.
The sight of her father, Jaques Schnee, on top of her sister, Winter Schnee, pants down, intentionally banging her horrified sibling, whose face was bathed in nothing but tears...
It was because of this that she attacked the one her spiritual ancestors commanded her not to. It was because of this that her left eye was destroyed by a flying knife. It was because of this that she had to leave her sister, a person who defened her until the very end, stop her incoming murderer and have her ears deafened by a bullet behind her back. It was truly, because of this, that after that night, the middle child of the Schnee siblings was no longer Weiss Schnee.
But simply, Weiss.
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