Chapter 10
A/N: Heyyyyyyyyyy wazzzzzaaaaaappppp? Back with Chapter 10! HORRAY! And it may be shorter than I anticipated but I found that ending it this way was wayyyyy cooler! Good News! The Boxer and the Singer will be re-written and looked over, then re-uploaded, all thanks to Arbitas1! THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH HE IS AMAZING AND A GREAT WRITER! Also, shout out to maxstories95 for the inspiration and all out support! LOVE YOU MAXYY! Also, own nothing, I request feedback, and THANK ALL OF YOU! I LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLL!
Blake stared at Blush, with it being so close to her she didn't have a choice. He had given up on her old scars, made new ones, and watched the blood dry. Blake felt every inch of her body pound, every time her heart beat, she could feel the blood run through her. Suddenly, his hands roamed downwards, creeping ever so slowly down her stomach. Not again.
"You know, I haven't had the chance to do this in a while. Wonder if you're still as tight as the first time?"
Blake closed her eyes. Memories of that night came flooding back. No.
Bumblebee was at its limit, any faster and it would fall apart. Yang didn't care, she could always replace it, but Blake, she could not. She knew that what Adam had done to her could not simply be replaced, but she would give it her all. The more she thought of all the things Adam had done to her, all the things he COULD BE DOING to her right now, made her objective seem further away. Every inch forward, felt like the building was an inch further. Please make it..
Adam stepped away and looked at his watch.
"Blondie ain't here yet? If she makes me wait any longer I think I might just lose my patience."
He'd done it again. Violate her without remorse, but he was sober this time. Yang.. Please hurry..
"Yang..."
Her name was but a whisper, but Adam heard it, loud and clear. He threw his glasses away and it revealed his blood red pupils.
"What was that? Yang? YANG?! No, my name is Adam. ADAM! SAY IT!"
She was tired, tired of the abusing, the pain, him. She knew that Yang would help her, would stay beside her. She took a deep breath, staring at the tip of Blush.
"Yang..."
He swung down, making a large gash across her stomach, overlapping and once again opening up the old ones. Blake screamed.
"Wrong, say it again."
"Yang.."
Another slash. Another scream.
"Again."
"Yang."
Slash. Scream.
"AGAIN!"
"YANG!"
The door burst open, a large hole in the center. Blake looked up. There she stood, panting, sweaty, and.. Flaming? Yang? Her world was fading, the scene turning into a mix of blobs and colours. She blacked out with one final word at her lips.
"Yang..."
"ADAM!"
Yang lunged forward and charged at Adam. Quickly bringing up Blush to block her flaming fists, Adams stared into burning red with his own bloody pupils. He just smirked.
"Holy shit! You're not just a bitch, but a monster! You're even more of a freak than useless over there!"
Yang tore her gaze away from Adam and looked behind him. She saw Blake, tied down, cloths were basically non-existant, blood seeping out of everywhere, her stomach, her arms and blood was dribbling from her legs down onto the floor. Her eyes, the eyes that had captivated Yang so much, were closed. Something snapped. Yang's eyes went back to purple. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Blake."
No response.
"BLAKE!"
Nothing. Reality crashed down hard one Yang. What if she was already gone? What if she would never see Amber ever again? She can't be dead.. NO!
"BLAAAAAAAAAKEEEEEE"
"Hmm, guess even that was too much for her. Oh well, she got what was com-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence. A flaming fist had set a crash course straight for his jaw. Yang was back ablaze, yellow flames replaced with searing hot white. Steam was emanating from behind barred teeth, eyes narrowed, but her pupils were not Red. They were purple. She cocked her fists back and the gold bracelets she wore extended along her forearm, all in one large motion with a loud reloading sound. Adam stood from his spot on the floor and held his aching jaw, blood running from his busted lip.
"Lucky shot."
Yang snarled, a small flame danced out of her mouth. She glared at the black haired man, hatred clouding her vision. All she saw, was red.
"You asshole. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO BLAKE?!"
Flames erupted behind Yang. Adam took a step back, the heat made his hair singe.
"Well, it seems she was a bad kitty. Had to put her in place.. She wanted to leave the White Fang, leave ME?! FOR YOU?!"
"I WANT TO PROTECT BLAKE! I LOVE HER! ALL YOU DO IS USE HER! HURT HER! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
She charged at Adam again, firing off a couple of shots from the glistening barrels of Ember Celica. While he was busy dealing with her long ranges shots she moved in. Getting close enough to aim at his arms. She managed to hit his wrist and knock Blush out of his hand, burning it in the process.
"Bitch!"
Adam took Wilt, his shotgun, but was unable to fire due the flaming blonde bending it's barrel.
"You really piss me off."
Adam fell back and dragged himself over to Blush, but Yang stepped on his hand and kicked Blush away. She slowly twisted her heel. He screamed in pain.
"Listen when I talk. You really, really piss me off. What you did to Blake is unforgivable, it's inhumane. I will have the pleasure of ending you.. In fact, I think I'll give you a taste of your own medicine.. I will make you feel 10 times worst.."
Yang's fiery eyes stared right back into red. Adam shook. Yang smirked.
Ruby, Weiss and JNPR were all in Yang's apartment. Or what was left of it. They sat in silence, each praying that Yang was successful. Ruby was cuddled into Weiss, Pyrrha was between Jaunes legs, leaning her back to his chest as he rocked them slowly side-to-side and Nora had her face buried in Rens chest. The fact that even Nora didn't say anything made it all seem much darker. Ruby looked up at Weiss, and Weiss looked back.
"Do you think..? That maybe.. It's too late?"
Weiss held Ruby closer, shushing her.
"If it's about Blake I'm sure Yang's tearing up everything in her path to get to her.. Even him..."
Ruby sighed and hugged Weiss back.
"Don't worry.. I am sure Yang will be back at any moment."
Pyrrha stood from Jaunes lap.
"We shouldn't have let her go by herself.."
Jaune mumbled.
"Jaun-"
The door burst open as a bloody blonde walked in. In her hands was a black haired girl, who was heavily bleeding through her makeshift bandages. Ruby sat up as fast as lightning and headed for Yang. Weiss sat up along with JNPR and each of them walked around Yang. But she didn't acknowledge any of them. Yang walked past the small group, eyes covered by bloody and sweaty bangs, and headed to her room. They followed Yang, worry, confusion, sadness, all of these emotions flowed to each of the spectators. Yang, ever so gently, as if Blake was a priceless piece of glass, laid her down on the bed.
"I.. Made it.. Blake.."
Yang passed out, warm hand holding cold. Ruby tentatively walked beside Yang. Shocked. Yang had blood everywhere, her face, her neck, her cloths and her hands were soaked. But none of this blood was flowing from her, no cuts were evident anywhere.. This wasn't Yang blood. It was someone else's. It could be Blake's. But Ruby saw the small scrapes and dents in Ember Celica, it's ammunition chamber was out. What had Yang done..