WHAT! Two updates so soon! What happened to the once a month updates?! I dunno know... This one was just written pretty quickly. I don't even know why. I just found this one a lot easier to write for some reason. Weird. But anyway. I have a 'trigger warning' to put up so ya'll can't yell at me for not warning you! *Ahem* The following chapter contains blood, violence (think. This is the first fight scene I ever written), death, body mutilation (I mean I think having an arm cut off counts as this) and cats. You have been warned.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of Ember Celica echoed throughout the air as the last Beowolf fell dead. Yang watched as it's body disintegrated into inky smoke. To her far right she could hear the faint firing of Crescent Rose and Weiss yelling. Truth be told she hadn't been all that thrilled when Professor Ozpin had asked them to 'thin out' the grim population in the Emerald Forest. But someone had to do it, and that someone had been team RWBY. She trekked off to the Ruins where their initiation had taken place. That's where they had agreed to meet up if they had been separated. She placed her hand in the pockets of her shorts, seeing the Ruins come into view. She could hear the sounds of the forest around her. Oddly the sounds almost seemed… amplified. Like she had been wearing a hearing aid that was turned up to max volume. She didn't think much of it, chalking it up to the sounds of her sister and Weiss no longer fighting something. As she entered the clearing where the Ruins laid. She blew a piece of her bright blonde hair, out of her face as she leaned against a wall waiting for her sister and teammates to arrive.
"Help!"
What the? That sounded like-
"Yang!"
"Blake?!" Yang said aloud hearing her partner calling for her.
"Yang!" Blake screamed again, followed by a cry of agony. Yang didn't need to hear anything more before she took of in a full on sprint. She tore through the forest where she could hear Blake still crying out in pain.
"Blake! Blake I'm coming!" Yang screamed out, adrenaline flowing through her veins fiercely. Yang fumbled for her scroll in hopes of getting in contact with either Ruby or Weiss. "Dammit!" She cursed, as she saw the 'no signal' sign. With a swift movement she slid her scroll back in her pocket and continued running. She let out a sigh of pure relief when she could see Blake coming up in her peripheral vision. But her heart stopped when she could she Blake notably hunched over and clutching her abdomen tightly. Yang pushed herself to get an extra burst of speed. She kneeled down besides Blake… now seeing the blood that coated the faunus' arms.
"Blake who did this?!" Yang asked as she took off her scarf and began tearing if apart for a makeshift bandage.
"A-a-" Blake heaved out before she began to cough up blood violently. Yang didn't want to hear anything more before scooping up Blake bridal style and running back in the direction of Beacon. She felt her muscles burning as Yang pushed them harder and harder. But she didn't care. All that mattered was getting Blake to safety. She began to panic as she couldn't help but watch the color slowly draining from Blake's face. She felt her stomach drop down to her feet, forcing herself to try and run faster. And only to her horror she felt both of her feet flew out from under her, causing Blake to slip out from her arms.
"NO!" Yang screeched as she watched helplessly as Blake tumbled to the ground, limp and lifeless. Yang scrambled to her feet, dashing to Blake's side. Instinctively she checked Blake's chest to make sure she was breathing. Her blood ran cold when she couldn't see anything.
"No! No! Blake you can't do this!" Yang cried, hot tears streaming down her face. She instantly began to perform CPR on her. Remembering what she was taught in Basic First Aid, she clamped her hands together and began to push as hard and as fast as she could on Blake's chest. After 30 of the compressions she pinched Blake's nose tightly shut and began blowing in her mouth. She continued this routine for what felt like several minutes without response. She desperately checked Blake's pulse in hope that her partner was still alive. Nothing.
"NO! BLAKE PLEASE!" Yang begged pulling Blake's corpse into a tight embrace. Didn't feel real. It couldn't be real. But there was Blake, dead in her arms. Yang began sobbing violently, clutching the lifeless body of her friend tighter to her.
"Tsch, tsch, tsch…"
No…
"Such a shame really…"
Adam…
"She was quite the fighter really. Too bad she just could run forever…"
Yang felt burning hatred as Blake slipped from her grasp. She curled her fingers into a tight fist, her nails almost cutting into her palm. She felt her heart almost pounding in her chest as she activated her semblance. Her hair instantly lit up, the brightest it ever been. She turned around to face that monster with her face twisting with pure rage, tears still flowing down her face. Ember Celica switched from it's braclet mode into its weapon mode. With a loud shout she thrusted herself in Adam's direction. She threw her right fist aiming towards his face. He quickly ducked and threw up his knee making contact with her groin area. She gritted her teeth out of pain and sudden burst of strength. With another shout she turned and tried to once hit Adam. She kept throwing punches and in response he kept dodging. She was getting sick of it. Every punch she threw he almost seemed ready to move out of the way. She was breathing hard as Adam slipped from her sights. She whirled around trying to get a glimpse of him.
"GAH!" She screamed, clutching her left elbow, or where it should be… She looked down in horror as from the wrist to the elbow was missing, and left arm was nothing more than a bloody stump. She couldn't stay in her shocked state for very long though as she felt a fist connecting with her cheek, throwing her to the ground. She spat up blood onto the ground. She looked up in front of her seeing Adam staring at her with his sword dripping with blood. Her's and Blake's blood. Yang desperately tried to stand up only to feel a sharp pain ricashae through her chest. She felt the air knocked out of her, as she was kicked back to the ground. She could see Adam standing there, a twisted smile spreading across his face. Out of breath Yang could only watch as Adam dropped his sword to the ground and clamped his hands around her neck. She desperately tried to pry his hands off of her neck as her lungs burned for air. When that didn't work she tried kicking and clawing at his face and mask. She felt her body growing weaker and weaker until finally, she gave in.
"NO!" Yang screamed awake back in the Elder's Den, seeing the concerned and worried faces of Leafpool, Graystripe, Millie, and Purdy.
"Yang! It's alright!" Leafpool said, desperately trying to calm down Yang, "It was just a dream."
Yang still breathed heavily, eyes widened out of fear. She drunk in her surroundings. She wasn't in the Emerald Forest. She was Thunderclan. She was safe, and Blake wasn't dead. She felt hot, salty tear trickling as she stared in silence at the four clan cats. She just realizing she was crying in her sleep.
"Yang what happened?" Leafpool asked, slowly approaching the she-cat with caution, as if she were a deer that could run away at any moment. Yang let her fur lay flat as her heart slowed down.
"Nothing…" Yang said turning away from Leafpool and the others gaze.
"Yang, there is something wrong. You were crying in your sleep! Yang what happened?" Leafpool asked, pressing harder for answer.
"Well I don't want to talk about it!" Yang snapped, fur starting puff up again.
"Yang, I want to help, and I can't do that if you hold in what happened, please tell me!" Leafpool pleaded again in vain.
"Leafpool let her be. She'll open up on her own time…" Millie said softly, padding to the brown she-cat. Leafpool looked at Millie, then back at Yang, concern and worry painted brightly on her face. It hurt Yang if she was to be honest with herself. She was only trying to help. But that dream was something she wanted to keep to herself. The group of four sat with each other in silence.
"I'm feeling a bit hungry," Yang finely said to break the unnerving quiet that the room.
"I-I'll go get you something!" Leafpool offered standing up.
"No I can get it myself…" Yang said standing up. She then just realized how she towered over the she-cat. She didn't know if Leafpool was just small or Yang was just big as a cat. She didn't know and didn't care, as she padded to entrance of the den leaving all but Purdy staring at her in shock.
