The moment Weiss exited the party, her mother barreled into her, smiling widely. "Weiss, Weiss, you have friends!" She cheered happily, picking her daughter up and spinning her around, "Finally, now you can go hang out and do normal teenage things and-!"

"Mother," Whitley interupted her, "I believe you might be choking Weiss."

"Oh," She set her daughter, who had by then turned blue from her mother's tight grip, and apologized under her breath, "Sorry Weiss, I was just so excited." Weiss gave a shy smile, and acceptance of her mother's apology, and headed over into the car, sitting silently until Whitley had succsessfully driven them home. Whitley unlocked the door when they arrived, momentarily fiddling with his keys before doing so, like he was somehow nervous. With a click the door unlocked, and he slowly opened it.

Weiss' mother screamed.

There, in the doorway, hung Blake, her neck wrapped up in a string that cut into her skin. On her head somebody had pinned on a pair of black cat ears with nails, spilling blood from her skull and down her hair. Worse yet, Weiss could see the mangled form of her leg that must have been clawed at viciously. Everywhere blood was pouring, and the screams of Weiss' mother grew louder and louder. Weiss saw Whitley double over and throw up into one of the bushes beside the porch. She herself felt dizzy, and half conciously realized that she could barely see.

Still, she could barely make out the scene as Blake, who hung on the wall, supposedly dead, opened her amber eyes and said, "Hi Weiss, sorry for the scare."

Everything went black then.

Waking up after that was one of the weirdest things Weiss had ever experienced. Her mind knew what had happened, still it was somehow pushed back into her subconcious, as if she was trying to hide it from herself. She was calm, though her brain seemed scrambled and unorganized. When she saw Blake sitting on a chair next to her bed, she was somehow unsurprised.

"Hi Weiss," Blake gave a half hearted wave, "I guess I need to explain some things to you."

Weiss nodded, sitting up slowly, noticing that despite the lack of blood, the cat tails were still in Blake's head, her neck had scars from beign cut, and her leg was distorted terribly.

"Alright, listen up. I was in that coma all those years, but the other day while I was at the hospital I woke up, just all the sudden with no explanation. At that time I felt almost possesed, so I just stood up and started walking, until I was in the middle of nowhere, with this boy named Adam, and for some reason he had these horns pinned to his head. He told me he was the same Adam from my childhood, and he proved it too, so I listened to what he had to say. He said he was part of an organization called the White Fang, and he wanted me to join. I asked what the organization did, but he wouldn't tell me. so I said I wasn't going to join. Next thing I know, I've been knocked out and am waking up in a random house, and this guy with a chainsaw was standing over me, swinging the chainsaw downwards towards my face. I dodged him, and he began to attack me. He grabbed me and pinned these cat ears into my head. There was blood everywhere, but for some reason I didn't feel anything. I got out of his grip and started to climb up the stairs, but I slipped and he grabbed my leg through the railing, and started to scratch at it, yet once again I felt nothing. Eventually he came up the stairs and grabbed me, then he hung me up in the doorway, and left. But I could still breathe, and i didn't feel anything. Then you guys came in, and I recognized you, so I said 'Hi'. You know the rest though."

Weiss stared or a moment at the floor, in complete awe of what she had been told, her mind cycling over and over, just saying, 'b-but, but...' as if it was trying to put together how such a thing could happen. Blake had to be lying, how could that be the truth? But then again, it would at least explain the situation.

"There's one more thing."

Weiss raised an eyebrow.

"The man with the chainsaw, he kept on saying, 'where are the silver eyes?' Does that mean anything to you?"

Weiss shook her head.

"That's okay, I didn't really expect it to."

Weiss half-smiled.

"So do you still read?"

Weiss looked up, startled by the strange change of subject, before shrugging to answer the question.

"Dropped that hobby, huh? I still love books, though I guess I didn't really have a chance to change after all these years."

After a moment of silence, Blake sighed and stood up, "My parents don't know I'm awake, so don't call them okay? The rest of your family already promised. And don't ask why either, it's just important to me, and that's all I can say."

Weiss nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna go talk with Whitley, he's still really shaken up about this-" Blake but off as Weiss stood to follow her. "Or you can come with me I guess." They headed into the main room, where Whitley sat, appearing frozen as if he were a statue.

"Hey Whitley," Blake and Weiss sat down on either side of him, "you doing okay?"

Whitley nodded, but didn't speak.

"You want something to eat?"

Whitley shook his head.

"Do you want us to leave you alone for awhile?"

He shook his head again.

"You wanna just sit around for awhile?"

He nodded.

"Okay." Blake and Weiss sat down beside him on the old ripped up couch, Blake crossing her legs, and Weiss leaning against the cushions. And so they sat for hours, not speaking, not moving, but simply contemplating in their minds what had happened, nd what was soon to come.