AN: Boy howdy has it really been 3 months? Oops. Alright here's the truth guys and gals. School shit on us the last 3 months and we really couldn't do anything. I wanted to write, but then there were about like 8 essays in 3 months and after 1 was done, we would start working on the next one. It was too much to balance. But we back now boys, fresher than ever and ready to maybe put out like 2 or 3 chapters a month! That would be great. Thank you for your continued read of this story, and the RWBY Reich is going to have another chapter out soon! Please enjoy the latest installment.

There is too much innocence in this world. Too much then I would ever like to see in my lifetime. When I was younger, I did everything that anyone told me to do. Of course i went with the crowd, mostly because I didn't really have friends early. I was a… different child. My family were known murderers, but I never wanted to follow in their footsteps. I wanted to use my life as a guardian angel figure to show that just because your parents are bad people, doesn't mean that you have to. That was until meeting Cinder.

Cinder had this… persuasiveness that I knew I wouldn't be able to resist. I, to this day, still don't know, as I'm holding the knife i just used on the one named Blake. I keep asking myself, "You're going against your beliefs Emerald, so why do you just keep going?"

Like I said when I was younger, I didn't have any friends. Maybe a select few I considered acquaintances, but we never got close enough. I'd get home from being mocked everyday at school to an abusive household. My dad would get drunk from the stress of running an assassination business, and he would beat me and my mom. But my mom said, "Not everyone is perfect." She always said this through tearful eyes and puffed cheeks. She loved him with all of her heart, and couldn't ever think of leaving him for anyone else.

As I was getting older, that's when it clicked on what I wanted to do. I wanted to save people from abusive or horrible relationships. Mostly because… well, my father eventually beat my mother too hard one day and she.. Well she was gone by the time i was 16. My dad was ratted out by me and I was sent to an orphanage in Mistral. That's when I met Cinder.

She and I clicked as soon as we saw each other. We both had murdering fathers who killed our mothers. You could say I fell in love with her, but not as a "I want to date you" sort of way. A love like that of which you give to a sister or cousin. It was the strongest feeling of love I've ever felt, next to the love I had for my mother. This is all how I got involved into what has evolved into today.

"So murdering fathers, around the same age, and want to help the world in a positive way. We are definitely hanging out from this day forward!" Cinder laughs. A laugh that was filled with happiness, but a hint of sadness as it died off.

"Yeah, of course!" I was overjoyed. My first ever friend. Who knew that it would take my dad to kill my mom to finally get a friend.. Wow that was morbid.

Cinder wasn't always as "evil" as some people would say. I don't think she is evil. Just.. broken. She saw her mom get shot right in front of her, then when she tried to tell the police what happened, they didn't believe her that it was actually her dad. She started penning up this hate inside of her since that very day. But she would still never act so rashly over anything but her dad. That was her only goal: get revenge on her dad and that was it. But it evolved when… SHE came.

"Cinder, Emerald, there is someone that would like to see you today," the orphanage lady came to us and said. Could someone actually really want to adopt us? We were both past our mental breakpoints and I didn't really want to be a part of a new family anyways.

Nonetheless, Cinder grabbed my hand and sprinted to the holding room that was holding the mystery lady. At that point, I knew I would want to never leave Cinder. She would never leave me alone wherever we went.

Cinder threw open the door and we saw her sitting there, unbeknownst that she wasn't the lady that we first thought she was.

"Hi there girls. Are you perhaps Cinder and Emerald?" She sweetly asked and smiled warmly.

What she had on was a blue, but rough, blouse with white polka dots. Her shoes were heels that raised her and extra 2 inches. Her hair was brown, but starting to turn gray here and there, and was held promptly down and parted. She really did not look that old though. Maybe about late 40s to early 50s.

"Yes ma'am we are." Cinder had a peculiar look on her face, like she kind of knew that this woman was different than the way she seemed.

"Oh, wonderful! Just splendid. My name is Carol and it's such a pleasure to finally see you in person." Carol got out of her chair and started to walk towards us. "I've read your files and from what happened is just… horrible. I've never had a husband, and it's too late to start having kids, so I thought maybe i should adopt kids! I've always wanted kids."

"Can you please not bring up… fathers?" I politely ask of course.

"Of course dears. Of course."

"Do you plan to adopt us then?" Cinder asks, excitement coming about, but repressed at the same time.

"Well what kind of silly question is that? I wouldn't be telling you all of this if I didn't want to!"

I started to get nervous. To be honest, I just wanted us to be 18 already so the orphanage would send us out with a job and a house. We were so close to getting out of here, and now we are going to have to live with someone else. Someone we know nothing about. Another mother that could leave us.

"I say yes already. I might even start calling you mom already!" Cinder's face gleams with joy and compassion for her.

She trusts her that much already? How is that even possible?

"And what about you, Emerald?" Carol inquires.

"I… I don't know. I'd like to-"

Cinder spins towards me quickly. "Emerald say yes. Please? I want you to be with me anywhere we go!"

My heart stops a little. That's what I've always wanted. Someone who would never leave me. Someone who would never hurt me.

"Ok! I will. I want to be wherever you go too!" I hug Cinder, even though she doesn't really like them. However, she embraces me instead of trying to push me away this time. What could go wrong anyways? I'll be with Cinder, and that's all I want.

I'm thrown back to the knife in my hands. Why would Cinder call me weak? I thought she never wanted to hurt me. It had to be in the spur of the moment of course. She would never call me weak. Except those other couple of times. But that was different. It had to be. Right?

I keep thinking where we would be if SHE never came along. I hate saying her actual name. Carol was a fake disguise. She showed her true colors after she drugged us and brought us to her lair. When we were younger, we thought we just fell asleep and we woke up with some stranger. After all, her skin was deathly white, and most of her skin was decorated with black veins that stretched anywhere and everywhere. I was scared for the longest time, but Cinder always comforted me. That's how I'm still here, hurting people I don't even know and doing everything with little to no hesitation.

I feel… empty. I'm not who I wanted to be…

"Help me," I plead silently. Tears roll down my eyes and the knife drops from my hands.

I know. What happened to team RWBY? How did they get out? Well, that's actually in the next chapter. I felt like writing a more emotional backstory for Emerald because it seemed like in the show, it was too weak. I hope you guys enjoyed it though. Stay tuned for the next chapter! Have fun and stay safe everyone.