The last remaining White Fang member ran into the empty warehouse and slammed the door shut behind him. Yang Xiao Long had come in a moment before him, still in shock at what she witnessed. Adam and Neo killed Pyrrha. Her friend was gone and she was partly to blame. That wasn't enough though.

Yang went into the secret entrance, hidden in the corner and leading down steps to a big room, with doors on all sides.

Lilac eyes turned red as Yang stormed up to Torchwick, who was ordering one of the medics to look at Neo. Torchwick spun to face her just as Yang reached him. "You said no one would die! You said my friends would be safe!"

"Settle down, Goldilocks." Torchwick held up a hand innocently. "I didn't give any kill them orders. You've already done enough damage against us as it is. You're lucky none of them saw you."
"All I did was throw Pyrrha's weapons at them."
"You threw that shield so hard it shattered Neo's jaw." Torchwick said.

Flames emitted from Yang's hair, "She deserved it! She killed my friend! I told you I would help you if none of my friends were hurt! I want to see her. NOW."
"Whoa, Blondie. That's not-"
Yang snapped, "Screw that deal! You went back on your word. I want to see her."
Torchwick shook his head, "No way in hell. You're going to calm down before you burn the whole building down."

The blonde gave him her best glare but took deep breaths to calm down. "Our deals broken. I want to see her."
"You're not in any position to make demands!" Torchwick snapped. "Go beat the hell out of the punching bags in the training room. We'll discuss this once you've calmed down and I've checked on my right hand." Torchwick walked off into the medical room. Yang sneered but stormed to the training room.

The bag swung from the force of a thrown punch. Gravity brought it swinging back down and right into another right hook. Yang didn't care if it broke at this point.

The rage was still there, she hadn't shook it yet. She watched her friend die in her girlfriend's arms. She kept thinking it shouldn't have happened. It was like a mantra in her head.

You killed her. Pyrrha's dead because of you.

The thought kept slipping into her mind, an accusation filled with hate. She would hear it over and over, in Blake's voice, occasionally in Weiss or Ruby's voice. The hate in their eyes flashed in front of her. She couldn't take it.

But it wasn't her fault, it was Neo and Adam. They killed her, just a few hours prior.

It was your fault. You kept her shield away from her! If she had that then she wouldn't have died!

"Pyrrha had time to get her spear. She didn't." Yang panted, giving the bag another punch.

She was too distracted by you. You let her die.

"I didn't!"
Your partner's girlfriend, your best friend's girlfriend, and you didn't even try to save her! You just watched! You sat there and watched Pyrrha die because you're selfish. Your friend was dying and you just cared about your deal!
"No! That's not true!"
You think she'll forgive you? You think any of them will? They look at you and all they see is a murdering traitor! Blake lost her girlfriend because of you. Ruby is scared of you now; if you could kill your friend who says you won't kill your sister. You abandoned Weiss to help the White Fang, the same group whose been terrorizing her family for generations. You've lost them all!

The chain holding the bag up snapped, the punching bag soaring across the room and skidding along the floor. Yang gripped her hair as she sank to her knees. "I'm sorry!"

The clock read 3 A.M. but Yang couldn't drift to sleep. Her thoughts were a constant torture, the questions and accusations never stopped.

She kept thinking of Blake. No matter how many times she shook her head she could still see the girl in her bunk crying over the picture of herself and Pyrrha she kept on the bedside table. She had watched the Faunus decimate Adam then try to do the same to Neo. Adam was close to her at one point and Blake didn't hold back. Would she do the same to me? She couldn't blame her partner if she did.

Yang wondered how her sister was reacting to this. She hoped that Ruby hadn't given up on her or knew she wouldn't betray her but with Pyrrha's death Ruby probably abandoned her. She's probably crying at the loss of her sister, that she'll have to fight her again. Ruby couldn't think she would seriously hurt her, right?

Weiss was a constant ,and the most prevalent, thought in her mind. She loved her girlfriend, and as much as Yang wanted to tell her everything she knew she couldn't. She could only hope that Weiss would listen to all the clues she gave her. She must have found the picture, why else would she have been at Junior's club in the first place? She hadn't given up on her. Though after this she just may have.

Yang only accepted this deal because she had too. She had found a letter on Ruby's bed telling her to come to the warehouse alone. Of course Yang couldn't let her go so she went instead. She never expected to have to join Torchwick to save someone. She knew if she could just tell her team they would understand, but she couldn't. Torchwick had her bugged each time she went back, she couldn't say a word without him knowing.

Yang sighed, rolling over to try to rest. She had to stop thinking about it and get some rest. Tomorrow she had to convince Torchwick to let her see her, maybe by force. With all of her thoughts it was awhile before she drifted off to sleep.

Twelve p.m. Yang stormed out of her room in the base, which wasn't anything special her bed was a mattress on the ground. Might have been a factor at the bad night of sleep, which she only got a couple hours of. It wasn't hard to find Torchwick, he was in the main part plotting his next move as usual.

"Torchwick!"

"Ah, Goldilocks is awake." Torchwick spun to face her. "I hope you're calm now."

"I am. But, my point still stands. I want to see her. You're deal was broken, with or without your command. If I don't see her then I'll just fight my way to her." Yang cracked her knuckles.

The man laughed, "Really? You think you can take on all of us?"
"Yes." Yang said without hesitation. "You'll have to kill me otherwise."

"If it's necessary I will."
"Oh? That so?" Yang smirked. "But that wouldn't be in your favor. Adam is dead, Neo is out of commission for awhile. They were your best. You think those lackeys will be able to stop my team? Especially after what happened to Pyrrha? And just think about what they would say when they find out I'm dead." Yang took a step forward with a confident smile. "They may hate me now, but they're still my family. Weiss, Ruby, even Blake. You think they won't come at you even harder if I'm dead? Face it, you need me."

The confidence wiped off of Roman's face as he pondered her words. He sneered, "Fine. But you leave your weapons outside the cell."
"Fair enough." Yang nodded.

"Follow me." Torchwick lead her to a door that had a keypad lock. The cane wielder swiped a card and the door slid open. Yang quickly followed him inside and down more steps.

"I'll give you some time, but you can't sit in there all day. I suppose I'll let you visit periodically if you keep in line." Yang ignored him for the most part. She was sure he wouldn't do anything against her.

Roman stopped at a door at the end of the long hall. It also had a keypad lock on it. "Gauntlets."

Yang pulled Ember Cecilia from her arms and handed them to him, "They better not have a scratch on them."
Torchwick rolled his eyes, placing the weapons on a bench next to the door. He swiped his card through the keypad and the door opened up. "Go on."

Yang felt the butterflies in her stomach. Through all of this, she never actually knew if it was real, but she didn't want to take the chance. He had shown her video footage before of the cell, but never let her in. If it wasn't who it was supposed to be she was going to go in a rage.
She stepped through the door, hearing it immediately shut afterwords. The room was a decent size but could be a bit cramped. The bed was similar to her own, a mattress on the ground and there was a small door in the side. Yang hoped that was the bathroom. In the corner of the room was a figure. Sitting against the wall was a woman, her black hair would reach her waist if she were standing, she was skinny and looked malnourished. She was dressed in a dark red shirt and black jeans. It looked as if the clothes were clean and she had access to a shower.

Yang bit her lip, the woman hadn't noticed her yet. "Hello?"
Her head shot up and Yang was frozen by her eyes. "Who are you? Are you one of the new recruits?"
Yang wanted to reply, she tried to but her mouth flapped open dumbly. She couldn't look away from those silver eyes. "N-no, I-"
The woman blinked, "You look familiar."

"It's me! Yang."

"Yang?" Silver eyes gauged her cautiously. "It can't be. My daughter wouldn't join Torchwick. Neither of them would. They're good girls."

Yang walked to the corner and knelt down, letting silver meet watery lilac. "I'm not with them. I had to help them for you. They told me they had you! I don't want to…" Yang wiped her eyes on her arm. "When I was little you used to sing Ruby and I to sleep. I would always tell you I was too old for a lullaby but one night you didn't sing, you just tucked me in." Yang sniffled, closing her eyes tight. "I couldn't sleep that night and I went to you crying and apologizing,. You just held me and sang me to sleep."

"Yang? It is you. Come here!" Yang found herself pulled into a familiar embrace. Though it wasn't who she was looking for, Yang finally found her mother.