AN: Hello, once again we return to my monochrome tale. On Monday, I will be posting an important video regarding this story, so stay tuned for that.

Disclaimer: RWBY is a product of Rooster Teeth Productions, LLC. All characters are owned by Rooster Teeth Productions, LLC.

Blake stared at the ceiling as a nurse strolled in with a tray of food. She looked over at the medical assistant; the whispers she heard in her mind grew louder every hour, telling her to do unspeakable things. Blake watched the nurse set the tray onto the overbed table and rolled it in front of her.

"How are you this evening?" The woman asked

Blake sighed, "My hand transformed today." She eyed her lunch, "...No tea?"

"Sorry Miss, we've run out of tea for the week."

Snapping her head around, Blake gave the woman a death stare, "What do you mean 'you've run out of tea'? I'm the patient. I should be getting what I ASK for!"

The Faunus quickly recoiled and covered her mouth, realizing her sudden outburst, "I-I'm...sorry...it-"

"It's not your fault, it's ok." The nurse smiled understandingly; Blake's new senses told her that the caretaker was beaming with positivity.

"I-It's not ok...Nothing about this is..."

The nurse placed a comforting hand on Blake's shoulder, "I'm not going to try to say I know what you're going through, Miss. But what do know is that you can't control this, so don't tear yourself up over it. A fisherman doesn't get angry at himself because of the tides." She smiled and exited Blake's room.

Blake sighed to herself and stared down at her lunch. She attempted to ignore the voices and to concentrate on eating her meal.

'Why didn't you kill her? She would have been an easy feast.' Echoed in her mind, 'Much better than this 'meal'.'

It was becoming torture, the mangled utterings prodding at her sane consciousness. The stronger the voices became the harder it was to push them away, to take control of herself. Blake feared that the next hours would be the last before her evolving Grimm psyche gained command of her body and erased herself from existence.

Though she knew there was no time to grief over herself nor did she have the energy. Blake sat up, nibbling on her meal with left hand and writing a note with her right.

'Dear Ruby,

I don't know where to begin.

From the very start of this you've always been in the middle of our team pulling and keeping us together. You were there in the good and the bad, through Weiss' and I's troubling times, and our team's most recent time of unity.

You always were able to ensure a positive mood and put a small smile on my face. I remember telling you that the world wasn't a fairy tale, but you made everyone around believe it was one, just for a moment. And you wore that achievement with your contagious smile, I must thank you.

I must thank you for all that you've done for me and everyone around you. If it wasn't for you, I probably would have ran away and never fallen in love.

Ruby, never give up this personality for another, for you are the very person that you fight to protect. The good hearted.

Oh, and look after that sister of yours, Crater face.

Goodbye.

Yang Xiao Long,

We've had our difficulties and our times of felicity. And I'm glad I can call you one of my few real friends. You've helped me immensely of this years as well as I think I've aided you.

Though I've never had the opportunity to express my gratitude. I feel as if it would be an insult if I left you without a thank you. It feels like it was yesterday when you tricked me with a laser pointer. I would also like to thank you for not repeating that method.

Yang, you and Ruby easily accepted me as one of your own; this might not have seemed like much, but it meant a great deal to me. You two were so open to new ideas and were good to defend the ones you thought right. You gave me hope that future ahead would bring an agreed peace throughout Remnant.

Much like I did not deserve Ruby, I did not deserve you.

Watch after your sister for me, make sure she does well.

Farewell.'

Blake paused before continuing the letter. She listened to the clock tick by as she thought of her next words to inscribe. After some time and thought, she simply wrote.

'Weiss.

I'm sorry.'

The Faunus dotted the period with haste and quickly folded the paper in half, restricting herself to write any further. Nearly breaking down into tears, she wiped her face dry with the back of her hand. She delicately slid the paper into a nearby envelope, which she had personally requested to be given to her. Flipping the enclosed note over to sign it to, 'The RWBY Team,' then set the letter onto the small nightstand to her left.

Blake stared at the clock for a short second before taking in a large breathe of air, lightly closing her eys as she exhaled. She glanced at the envelope one last time, pondering whether or not she should add to her existing work. Slightly shaking her head no to herself, Blake decided it was best to keep what she had written.

"Now. We wait."

A doctor walked down the ward's corridors, a broad smile engraved on his lips. He waved at a nurse passing by, the other man smiled at the sight of his friend. The nurse alter his path to be along the doctor's

"Hey, Miles, I see you got the job here. All that medical school payed off, I guess."

The doctor nodded in response, "Yes, Kerry, it did. Anyway enough of the small talk, tell about this 'Blake Belladonna' patient in room 322."

Kerry's eyes widened somewhat, "Oh, you got a...special... case for your first day. I've heard the doctors talking about her, saying she had some new infection they've been calling the 'Belladonna Virus,' unoriginal I know."

"Naming a disease after the first patient isn't uncommon, yes."

"I don't know much about her, I'm not assigned to her. But I do know...room 322...is right...here..."

The nurse's words slowed as they heard the muffled sounds of high pitched medical equipment and painful screams. The momentarily shared a glance before charging into the room.

There was the patient, white bone plates contradicting her black feathered skin, howling words of insanity. Blake thrashed at the air, knocking over expensive equipment as she screamed repeatedly.

"Make them stop! It hurts! Make them stop!" The girl sobbed, clutching her cranium, "Make the voices stop! Ahhh!"

The professionals whirled around the room in a frenzy, trying to acquire the resources they needed to return this patient to a stable condition. Her cold pleas for help were terrifying, they were a mix of innocence and vile corruption; it was almost demonic. It frighted the two males, causing them to go into panic, they lost all knowledge for a few seconds.

But, as if it were a miracle, the girl ceased her screams. She sat there, hands gripping at her scalp, breathing heavily. Miles and Kerry shared another glance before slowly approaching Blake. Moving their feet at crawling pace as they got closer and closer.

Miles reached his hand out, "Miss Bella-"

He was cut short by a satanic screech as Blake lunged at him, tackling the man to the ground. The nurse shouting out his friend's name as the spectacle unfolded. Miles wailed in pain, the monstrous girl was savagely biting at his neck with her sharp canines. His eyes rolled back as he fainted from shock, a small pool of blood building up next to him.

Kerry ran out of the room, "Belladonna is rampant! She's loose! She's rampant!" He screamed in the hallway, alerting the other medical staff. He only got out a few warnings before he was launched out the hallway's window and into the parking lot by the beast. The Grimm tore at his flesh, tasting his blood, enjoying the meal. As the creature ate, it picked up a scent, a scent that all Grimm loved, negativity.

It leaped back into the building, sniffing for the scent. A few meters away from the room the Grimm was birthed in, was the start of the trail. Its thermal-like vision highlighted the red trail and it began its pursuit of its prey.

Weiss sat on a bench in the courtyard of the school, staring up at the stars. The girl had been balancing between anger and sadness for last day and a half. In this state she couldn't work, leaving her assignments untouched; but she didn't care about grades right now. She was focused on her partner's decision to restrict Weiss from her, especially in this critical dilemma.

The cycle was the same. Weiss would grow furious at the Faunus' daring actions to disallow her, but then she would fall into an apologetic state before it turned into a bawling

sorrow. Her eyes were tired, dry, and bloodshot from the recent events.

She concluded enough was enough, she needed a hiatus. Weiss inhaled the cool night air; it chilled her pained senses. The ends of her lips creeked up a small smile as she shuddered from a cold breeze. It came as no surprise that she had a fondness for low temperatures; the way the air pricked her skin was almost addicting.

A ruffle in a nearby bush distracted her from her bliss. Turning her head around with an investigative look, narrowing her eyes she studied the shrub.

"Who's there?" Weiss stood when she received no answer, "I'm warning you, I'm a very important and powerful person!"

She wrapped her fingers around the grip of her blade, "I said, who's there?"

A Grimm lunged at her, in reaction Weiss to dashed the left, causing the creative to tumble. As the animal recollected itself, it's prey quickly swung around to meet it. Weiss' eyes widened in shock and fear, her stance became shaky.

The Grimm wasn't any normal grimm, it wore a torn Blake Belladonna-patented vest over its human-like physique. Weiss couldn't fight this animal, no, this person, for it was none other than her ill lover. The Schnee cowered and ran into Beacon's forest garden; Her rampant partner engaged a chase,sprinting on all fours.

Weiss could her Blake's heavy pants growing louder as she closed in. Each step Weiss took allowed her build up courage to perform her next action. Winding the Myrtenaster, she prepared with her finger itching the trigger. She high jumped into the air and spun to face her target using the momentum of her rapier. Weiss fired upon the other, ice formed at the its feet, locking it still temporarily.

As the aggressive creature tried to break free from its imprisonment, the girl with the upper hand dropped her weapon. She felled to her knees, sobbing, it was her fault. It was all her fault.

Now eye level with her corrupted dearest, crawling towards it. She stopped just of out of it's reach, "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Weiss whispered, "It's all my fault...I wasn't following orders...and you took the consequences... It should have been me! Not you! Me!"

Her head sunk and contacted the earth. In her angst she pounded the ground with her knuckles, scratching and scraping them. After she finished her attack on the soil, she sat back up, staring at the vile creature with a quivering lip. Weiss was unable to do anything, she was inanimate, speechless, focusing upon her mistake.

In a spurt of insanity, she extended her arm out, as if to touch the mindless other. The attempt for contact was all it took for the Grimm to burst free from its icy cuffs. It recollected itself, standing upright, though Weiss did nothing to defend herself.

I raised my hand, about to pounce on her. I tried to pull back, it was too powerful. I swiped my claw across her chest, causing deep lacerations. I watched my partner bleed crimson and I could do nothing about it, the Grimm had absolute control. Soon I would die, much like Weiss.

Weiss flinched with pain, "It's ok...I deserve this…" She pressed her chest out, welcome another blow.

'No! Don't do this, Weiss!' I screamed internally, with this new mindset, all that was said were roars and grunts. The voices shout at me, they shout out orders to kill my beloved, to take retribution. I lifted my other claw, ready to slash her again.

Another trail of cuts appeared on my dear's body. I screamed in agony, the hatred I felt over myself only fueled my soulless body's aggression. I watched her blue-tinted clothes become soaked in her blood. But the most painful thing I witnessed were her eyes, her empty eyes. The stared into and through me as I could look through them, she was broken.

Finally broken.

As she fell I managed to bring my stained hands close to me, I studied their menacing appearance. That was it.

Weiss was nearly unconscious, feeling the stinging from her wounds numb. She then heard something terrifying and hopeful. From above she heard a deep growling voice speak.

"W...Weiss…"

She felt herself being lifted up and hung overed a feather shoulder.

"Y-You did not...m-merit this…"

Weiss felt her eyes become heavy. Then she saw blackness.

A receptionist sorted out his desk as he heard the automatic door slid open. The sound of the door was followed by loud footsteps and a sickening voice. The man snapped back to his perch to see a Grimm carrying a white-haired girl.

"W-Weiss...Schnee...needs c-care…" The beast struggled to get out before fainting and crashing to the floor. The hospital worker stood and saw the bloody mess, he called for immediate attention.

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, it might be my favorite most far. You all have a Happy Holidays and a New Year!

Love

~Vox