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Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews, favourites and alerts for the previous chapter, and I'm glad not too many of you came after me with torches and pitchforks. :P I know you're all raring to read this chapter so I'll leave this short!
Thank you to my good friend Callum for proof reading for me.
I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Reeves3.
Chapter Ten
In the time it took for the police to arrive, Yang had managed to get Blake back inside the house and sitting on the settee where she started to hyperventilate. Yang ran into the kitchen forcing open the draws until she came across a paper bag then rushed back to Blake and handed it over to her. Amber moved past the group of children who were standing around with wide eyes and into the kitchen where Yang heard the kettle start to boil.
"Blake," said Yang, kneeling down to meet her gaze. Blake peered over the top of the bag with tear filled eyes. Her breathing was erratic and coming in and out with short bursts. "Blake, listen to me, alright? We'll find Kit, I promise you, but I need you to breathe properly because you're not going to help Kit passed out from a lack of oxygen. Breathe in with me, nice and slow...that's it, hold it...and out slowly."
Paying close attention to Yang's instructions Blake finished the end of her exhale then began another set of steady breathing. Through her blurry vision she could see how frightened Yang was too and that was enough to bring on another wave of tears as she leaned forward and cried into Yang's shoulder. Yang wrapped her arms around her rubbing her back in rhythmic soothing movements and holding her close.
"Excuse me? Is this the home of Miss Belladonna?"
Everyone turned their heads to look at the two police officers that were standing in the doorway. One was a heavily built bald middle-aged man whose nametag read 'Higgs' and the other was a brown haired woman of a similar age and a crooked nose with the nametag 'Smith'. Blake and Yang separated from their hug and Yang clenched her fists.
"It's about time you got here," she growled. "Where were you five minutes ago?!"
"What's going on? Did something happen? Did Mr Taurus come here?" Officer Higgs questioned, stepping further into the room.
"He t-took my d-daughter!" Blake explained with a cry, crushing the paper bag in her hands. "H-He came here and took her."
"It's true," said Amber, walking into the room. She held a steaming cup of sugary tea in her hands which she handed over to Blake. "I saw the whole thing from my living room window. He had a knife and he sliced at my daughter with it when she tried to stop him from taking Kit."
The police officer's eyes widened and the two of them looked at each other before Smith used the radio attached to her uniform to call in the report.
"Alright, can you give us a description of the man and did you see what kind of car he was driving? The colour of it? Licence plate?" Officer Higg's asked, looking around the group of children and three adults.
"He was a bull faunus with horns on his forehead," piped up Janie. "With brown and red hair, and he was tall." Higg's began writing the information down on a little notebook.
"The car was green," said one of the kids.
And another one spoke up soon after. "The licence plate started with T3RR."
After noting down all the information the police officers could get from the children, Officer Smith suggested they head back to their homes while Higg's called in more details to the officers at the station and who were out and about on patrol. Yang took Janie into the kitchen to clean and bandage her wound, having done numerous first aid training courses throughout her career, while Amber sat next to Blake with Sam on her lap to console him as he continued to cry quietly into his mother's shoulder. A short while later Yang and Janie joined them back in the lounge where Janie sat next to her mother and Yang next to Blake where she wrapped an arm around her as Blake leaned into her.
The two police officers eventually ventured back into the lounge after talking on their radio's in the hallway and came to stand in the centre of the room.
"We've got an undercover car following Mr Taurus right now. A helicopter is on route to give aerial support. However, we don't want to get too close right now and spook him and cause a high-speed chase," said Officer Smith. "Our records show Mr Taurus is dangerous and shouldn't be approach-"
"I told you that," muttered Blake, numbly. She raised her head off Yang's shoulder glaring at the officers in front of her.
"Blake?" Yang gently asked, concerned.
She ignored her as blind anger raged inside her like an inferno controlled by the fear pitted in her stomach.
"I told you that seven years ago!" She shouted, standing up. "I sat in court and gave you my evidence! That's where your records come from! But a few years down the line you forget all that and think because he does a good job in the prison and complies with the rules that makes him selectable for parole! He tried to kill me! He used a knife against a twelve-year-old! And now he's kidnapped my daughter!"
Blake let out a choked sob and Yang was standing by her side in an instant, and she let her tears fall onto the blonde as Yang circled her arms around her.
"She'll be okay, shussshh, I promise," soothed Yang, slowly swaying them both. Blake knew deep down that Yang couldn't promise such a thing but she wanted to believe more than anything that what Yang was saying would come true.
Officer Higg's coughed lightly to get their attention but the two women didn't let go of each other, choosing to turn their heads towards his direction instead.
"Ma'am," he started, his voice remorseful yet professional. "We're sorry this happened, but we'll do everything in our power to bring your daughter home safe and sound."
Blake nodded mutely, her anger still burning but slightly simmered, and she curled back into Yang's embrace with her cat ears low against her head. The radios beeped, Officer Smith answered it by pressing the button at the side. A man's voice crackled through the speaker.
"Suspect is now speeding. He's realised we're tailing him. Calling for back up. Suspect is southbound heading along Palmer Street."
The news unleashed a tornado of anxiety in her stomach, making her nauseous, and Blake prayed that Adam wouldn't lose control of the car or have someone crash into it. A few more radio calls came through from other officers saying they were coming to help with the chase and try to cut him off. As they waited for more news to arrive Blake moved away from Yang's arms and began to pace around the room wishing she could be out driving in her car chasing down Adam too.
They waited for over an hour. Darkness had fully descended outside with only a faint orange glow emitting from the streetlights along the roadside. Amber had taken Sam and Janie back to prepare dinner but asked Blake and Yang to keep in touch if anything happened. Radio messages had continuously been sent back and forth and from what Blake and Yang could overhear it sounded like Adam was giving the police the run around and dodging every attempt to corner him. The last message through had been to say Adam was making his way towards Beacon Bridge, heading out of Vale.
The police had been talking with one another in the hallway while Yang continued to comfort Blake in the lounge when they re-entered with news.
"They set up a roadblock on the bridge cutting Mr Taurus off half way," started Officer Smith. Blake sat up straighter hoping they had managed to get Kit away from him, but her shoulders slumped hearing the next piece of news. "But he's holding your daughter hostage and won't let her go until he gets to speak to you Miss Belladonna."
"I'll do it," replied Blake, immediately. She didn't care if she had vowed never to see Adam again or that the mere sight of him would strike fear into her heart; she would do whatever it takes to get Kit back in her arms.
She stood up with Yang and they rushed to put on their shoes and each grabbed a jacket to ward off the chilly night air. They followed the officers into the police car where Blake and Yang sat in the backseat. Blake reached for the blonde's hand and Yang turned towards her, giving a small reassuring smile, as the car started to move.
"It'll be alright," she said, and Blake squeezed her hand, silently praying it would be.
It took forty agonisingly long minutes to arrive at the bridge and as they drew closer Blake could see a line of flashing red and blue lights along the width of it. A helicopter with a spotlight attached to the bottom of it shone down from above. They joined the end of a line of backed up traffic that was slowly being diverted by a couple of police officers a safe distance away from the mad man with a blade. Driving up to the officers in charge of the traffic, they directed them over to the line of police cars where Officer Higg's parked the car behind them and the four of them got out.
With the helicopter flying lower than usual the constant spinning of the blades deafened Blake slightly as did the roaring of the rushing river below the bridge. Numerous police officers were standing and couching behind the cars aiming their guns towards the wrecked car smashed into the barrier wall on the right side of the bridge. Blake barely paid any notice to the vehicle however because her attention was instantly taken by the sight of Adam, standing next to the wall, as he held the sharp steel blade of his knife against his captive's throat.
"KIT!"
Everyone turned to watch as Blake pushed past the officers in front of her and into the spotlight with Adam and Kit.
"MOM!" Kit cried out, struggling against Adam's strong grasp on her arm twisted around her back. Blake could see blood trickling down from the top of Kit's forehead, under her hair, but whether that was from the car crash or Adam's knife Blake wasn't sure. Either way the sight of it unleashed the panther inside Blake who wanted nothing more than to protect her cub.
"Blake, my love, you're finally here," charmed Adam, as though this was a date not a hostage situation. Her ears flattened harshly against her skull as she glared daggers at the man she once thought she loved.
"Adam," she called, through gritted teeth. The nerves she had built up were squandered by the panther's paws as it clawed to the surface.
"It's been a long time, my love," said Adam, his red eyes meeting hers. "I've missed you so much."
A shudder ran through her body as memories of him touching her flashed through her mind. Blake had to quell the rising sickness in the back of her throat.
"Give Kit to me now," she ordered, ignoring his words completely.
Adam let out a dark chuckle. "And why would I do that? She's as much as mine as she is yours."
Blake opened her mouth to argue but Adam stepped forward slightly and Kit let out a whimper as the blade pressed closer against her skin.
"We can start over Blake. Just us, together again, like before, when you were mine. I'll treat you right this time, I'll treat you better, and we can start a family. "
"Kit is my family," said Blake, carefully. It was clear to her that Adam had lost his mind; he was obsessed and deluded to the point of insanity.
"No," growled Adam, frustrated as he stomped a foot on the ground. "Us. We are a family. WE CAN START OVER. Just the two of us. We only need to erase the memories from our previous time together."
He backed closer to the wall bringing Kit with him, the knife coming dangerously close to sliding along her neck as he moved her. The police aimed their guns to track his movements and Blake took a cautious step closer as Kit reached her hand out for her.
"Adam, please, I'm begging you, don't hurt her," stressed Blake, never wanting to see that look of fear in Kit's eyes ever again.
The bull faunus shook his head at her slowly. "Oh Blake, oh sweet, simple minded Blake. I'm not going to hurt her... I'm just going to get rid of her."
And as quick as he had said it Adam picked Kit up by the waist and tossed her over the side of the bridge.
"NO!"
Blake surged forward to get to the wall, as Kit's shriek vanished with a loud splash, but Adam grabbed her before she could look over the edge.
"KIT!" She screamed, fighting against Adam's hold as he tried to pull her into his arms. A yellow blur ran past her and Blake watched as Yang threw her jacket to the floor, stepped up onto the wall, and dived into the dark depths fifteen feet below them all.
"YANG!" Blake shouted, struggling to get Adam to release her. Realising she wasn't going to escape him like this, she twisted around to face him and reared her arm back. She clenched her hand into a tight fist and put as much strength as she could into her punch. Her knuckles clocked him in the jaw and she heard a crack from one of her fingers as a sharp pain shot through it as he let go of her.
The police began rushing towards them now that Adam had no leverage, and upon noticing he was about to be surrounded Adam took off down the road. Blake ran in the opposite direction, a gunshot going off behind her made her jump, but she kept on running until she reached the end of the bridge where stairs led down to the riverbank. She nearly tripped and fell a couple of times as she rushed down them frantically keeping her gaze on the river.
The helicopter had moved its beam of light onto the gushing water providing light for everyone to see but so far Blake had yet to see any sign of Yang or Kit. When she arrived at the bottom of the steps she began walking fast paced along down the river and away from the bridge her eyes scanning through the darkness, where the light didn't shine, frantically searching for any sign of them.
A minute went by and with each ticking second the anxiety in her stomach rose to new heights.
Then up ahead she spotted Yang surfacing, several meters away from the bank, and as Blake ran to get closer she spotted Kit on her back.
"Yang! Over here!" She yelled, hoping the blonde would hear her.
Whether Yang heard her or not she began swimming with one arm in Blake's general direction, but it was clear she was struggling against the currant as she drifted further down the river. The helicopter had managed to locate them again and was keeping a constant beam on the two of them. Blake spotted an orange and white life ring resting on a metal pole, so she ran up to it and took it off the stand. She wrapped the rope around her uninjured hand and just about managed to throw the ring out with the other. It landed not too far from Yang and with a few focused powerful stokes she grabbed hold of the ring.
Blake waited until Yang had securely wrapped her arm through it before she began to pull them closer with all her might. The rope circled by her feet and Yang helped out by continuing to kick her legs to get closer to the edge. Finally, Yang's hand slapped down onto the cemented path securing them to the side and Blake dropped down in front of her letting go of the rope.
She reached for Kit and got her hands under her arms and lifted her up from Yang's back and crushed her in a bone breaking hug.
"I've got you, Kit. You're safe now," she murmured, pressing a firm kiss to the top of Kit's head.
With one arm Yang hoisted herself up and sat herself on the edge and Blake noticed her mechanical arm was twisting in random movements beyond her control. With her real hand Yang twisted the fake arm at the joint where metal met flesh until it came off with a click. A frown turned Blake's brows down when she noticed something wasn't quite right; Kit wasn't hugging her back.
Blake pulled Kit away from her cupping her daughter's face in her hands and saw the peaceful expression on her daughters face as though she was sleeping. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was slightly parted while the blood from her forehead from before, having been washed away, was now starting to run down again. Shaking her head Blake quickly leaned down and pressed her ear to Kit's chest.
"Y-Yang, she's n-not breathing," she alerted, looking at the blonde panic stricken.
Dropping her arm Yang scrambled to Kit's side as Blake lay her down in front of her and placed her two fingers on Kit's pulse point on her neck.
"I can't feel her pulse," said Yang, measuring with her fingers where she needed to do compressions on Kit's chest. "Blake, give me your hand."
Blake let her hand be taken by Yang and she positioned it under her own and felt Yang's fingers thread in-between hers. With Yang's guidance they began to pump their hands down on Kit's chest and did thirty of them before Yang stopped them and checked to see if Kit was breathing.
"Blake, position your hands like ours were before. When I say so, start pressing," instructed Yang, her voice urgent and cracking slightly. Nodding her head Blake placed her hands on Kit's chest, ignoring her broken finger, and watched as Yang tilted Kit's head back, pinched her nose tight and passed two quick breaths into her.
"Ok, Blake, go. Thirty of them."
Her whole body shook as she did the thirty compressions and when she was finished there was still no sign of movement from Kit.
"Please sweetheart, please breathe," whispered Blake, begging Kit to hear her. Yang did another two breaths and Blake did another thirty presses but there was no change. Blake noticed through her blurred vision that there were tears mixing in with the river water on Yang's face when she sat back up from giving Kit another two breaths.
"Come on Kit Kat," encouraged Yang, wiping the bottom of her nose.
Blake pressed down on Kit's chest again.
One...
Two...
Three...
Kit let out a gasp, followed immediately with water being coughed up. Relief washed over the two adults and Yang shuffled backwards to let Kit get some air.
"Take deep breaths, Kit, get all the air in," said Yang, helping Kit lift her head so she could spit out more water.
"Mom," she croaked out, reaching for Blake.
Crawling closer Blake took Kit's hand in hers and ran another through her wet hair. "I'm right here, sweetheart. You're okay now. Everything is going to be alright," she promised. Kit blearily blinked up at her and nodded her head before opening her arms up for a hug and Blake carefully sat Kit in her lap to hug her. Yang moved to give them some privacy, but Blake noticed it and reached her hand out to take Yang's hand in her own. Their eyes met, and Yang gave a watery smile before shuffling closer wrapping her arm around them both from behind Kit.
The three of them stayed encircled in each other's arms oblivious to the police officers rushing towards them calling for ambulances.
Of course I wasn't going to let anything too bad happen to Kit, she's too precious.
I was surprised to see lots of reviewers asking for Yang to beat the crap out of Adam but I planned from the start that this is Blake's fight, she gets to hit him, she gets to knock him down and prove to herself that she can be strong and stand up to him. (But I really do what Blake and Yang to beat the hell out of Adam in the show.)
Also, here's some things I wanted to say about Adam but I don't think I did a good job of conveying that in the story but here goes. I wrote him in this to be obsessed with Blake - he doesn't have world domination on his mind in this real world AU so all that mind space is taken up by his desires/control of Blake. Like Blake figures out, Adam has lost his mind, and it's even implied in RWBY that Adam is starting to lose control. So I just built off that and gave him a more stalker, obsessive, psychotic personality. His line 'I missed you so much' well, think of GLa-DOS. And yeah, that's what I wanted to say about Adam.
And fun fact - the full licence plate was going to be T3RR 0R1. :P
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter though and don't forget to leave a review!
Reeves3.