A/N: Hello my awesome readers it's CC here. This will be my last update for a couple weeks while I' am away on Vacation from my university studies. In response to the extra awesome people that left Reviews, a plate of cookies I stole from Ruby await you :P
Awesome: I'am glad you like the idea of The Black Fist. It only made sense to me that if Faunus were being violent, then humanity would be violent back seeing as the governments don't seem to be doing much to stop the White Fang in the show.
Monochrome Spectrum: Yes Simon will eventually be attending Beacon. But what he will do once he is there... That is currently being decided in my head and there are several different paths he can go down
xThatOnePersonx: Yes well that is the point... he is an impressionable 12 year old that has spent 2 years being trained and indoctrinated by other Racist psychopaths, it is kind of expected that he would become one as well.
I have decided to take a break from Simon for this Chapter, as I need some time to plan and write what comes next for Simon and the Black Fist and this short drabble has been gnawing at my head for several days... So here is Chapter Ten of From Hunted to Hunter.
Rewritten:25/01/15
Chapter Ten: In Memoriam. Velvet Scarlatina's PoV (set exactly 3 years after chapter 1):
Even though I was on holiday away from combat school for the first time in 6 month, I still was up late at night completing homework. Not that designing the weapon that I would forge upon my return to combat school in a month homework, as I put the final touches on this part of the design I put down my pencil and looked at the clock 11:50pm. With that I sighed and stood up from my desk, putting on a jacket and picked up the bouquet of flowers from my bedside table. Walking over to my window I climbed out, taking great care not to make any noise that would alert my parents to my sneaking out, which was easy given the training I had received. Heading over to the fence in our backyard that separated our yard from what once was the Alexander's home, but now stood as a memorial to the first victims of the new aggressive aberration of The White Fang. I sighed and vaulted over the fence being confronted with the sight of the polished white marble obelisk and three marbled headstones, each inscribed the names of the slain family members.
I sat by the one closest to the fence I had just vaulted over and placed my hand on one of the photos that had been placed on the headstone, A photo of a small smiling human boy giving a piggy back to a Faunus girl with bunny ears. My hand went up to my head and lightly stroked my ears 'Oh Simon, how we all miss you and your mischievous antics' I thought to myself as I sat there in front of the memorial to my closest friend trying to think of what to say and how to feel.
A single tear dropped down my face as I began to speak to the headstone "Hey Simon, It's Velvet. I know I haven't visited you in a while and I' am sorry for that, but Combat School has been very busy with us finally being able to design and forge our weapons. You would have loved what I designed, I promise to bring it for you to see once I make it." I say to the headstone rather enthusiastically as I went into the details of what I had drawn and designed.
After about 5 minutes of going through the specifics of my weapon and what my classes were like, I simply stopped and sighed sadly. "Even though the classes are great, so many of the other students and even some teachers there are so discriminatory, every day the same name calling, pushing and shoving, But I can never bring myself to be violent back to them or even hateful or angry... for I have seen exactly what comes from meeting violence with more violence." I said absentmindedly, remembering my promise never to use violence against a human or Faunus except when someone's life was at stake due to my not wanting to perpetuate the cycle of violence that The White Fang had begun. "What's worse is that those who don't take part, do nothing to stop or condemn the bullying. Of all the humans I have met, you and your parents were the only ones who absolutely were not predisposed towards hating Faunus, guess what I' am trying to say is... damn I miss you and the way you always were nothing but friendly to absolutely everyone you met." I sighed, realising that I was just talking to a stone tablet, not my friend. A friend who was taken away from me because apparently his mere existence was a crime against Faunus, when in fact his existence was proof that we could live together and that all the hatred and violence that consumed our kingdom for so long and only recently ended need not have happened.
By this time the tears were flowing freely from my eyes and my ears drooped depressingly. "If you could have seen what happened in the days following your death Simon, you would be as disgusted as I' am, people killing each other all over all in the name of 'Justice for Simon!' You were never the violent type and I' am sure you would have detested any violence committed in your name. I remember how upset you'd get anytime you thought you'd hurt me or one of the other kids." I chuckle forlornly to myself at the time that Simon accidentally dropped me when giving me a piggy back and then fretting for hours to ensure I was ok. "That's kind of why I came tonight rather than tomorrow when the memorial service is meant to be held, too many activists, protestors and officials trying to win votes and not really caring about who you and your parents actually were, that and I just wanted to chat with you for a while by myself, without anyone judging me for simply missing you so much." I Continued to talk to the marble headstone for I don't know how long but eventually I ran out of things to say and I realised that it was time to say good bye... for now.
"It's getting pretty late now and I really should be resting, lest I lose my temper at some jerk tomorrow at the memorial from lack of sleep. Just so you know, More than anything In the world, I just wish I could see you again, Have my friend back again and have those endless pointless conversations about nothing that we both loved. Goodbye Simon, you rest easy." I reached into my pocket and took out a card and placed it with the flowers before standing and turning to walk back to my house, but not before sparing one last glance at the headstone "Happy Birthday Simon."