Revelations

*It's starting to get INTEENSEEEE!

"I'll do it!" Adam shouted, picking his katana from the ground. His hands shaking, he gripped the blade, and looked at Blake with mad and defeated eyes. Blake reached an arm out, but was too late. Adam sunk the blade into his gut. He slowly keeled over, and died. Blake gasped, looking at her dead would-be-killer. A tear slowly rolled down her eye, her arm still reached out towards him.

So much blood…

She thought, looking at the pool of crimson that had engulfed Adam's body. Suddenly, lost in her thought, she heard in the distance people gasping for air. The others had been un-frozen. Blake put her hand down slowly and cocked her head.

"You guys okay?" She asked in a low voice. Ruby wiped herself off.

"We're fine… I don't remember much… whoa!" Ruby had seen Adam lying on the ground. "What… what happened here?!"

Blake frowned. "He killed himself." Blake then proceeded to give details about what had happened.

"Brutal…" Was all Yang could manage to say. The others nodded. Pyrrha pat Blake's back.

"It's okay, Blake. We must concentrate on the task ahead of us. We mustn't focus on Adam." Pyrrha suggested. Blake nodded, and stood up. They then walked back to the lab in the next room. Blake did not turn back. The group went past the mess they left, past the Dust Rapier that lie on the lab table. They walked across the room to another door.

"Wonder what'll be in here…" Ren muttered. His question was answered as the door swung open. The room was completely white. Weiss gasped.

"My father's invention! He created it when he owned the company, before he left my family! This pirate is stealing my father's work!" She yelled, hands on her hips. Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Who owns Schnee now?" She asked. Weiss shrugged.

"My uncle and grandfather." She replied. Blake nodded.

"So… What is this, exactly?" She queried. Weiss wiped some dust from her skirt.

"It is used to enhance the semblance of someone. Restore aura and such. He never completed the project, but this one seems to work. The Creator must be quite smart to find out what my father had missed…" She told the group. Blake looked down, and saw that her aura had indeed rejuvenated itself. She nodded.

"Impressive." Blake thought to herself. "So, anyway, where's the way out? I mean, this is a room, right."

"Yes, yes, it's a room. The exit should be…. Right about there." Weiss pointed at an empty white space. Jaune pouted.

"How can you tell?" He asked. "It's just a white space, after all." Weiss rolled her eyes.

"I saw my father create this. Plus, there's always a tiny x on the ceiling where the door would be." She explained, pointing at a marking on the ceiling. "Let's just go. I don't like the feeling of this."

Weiss led the group out of the door, and this time they were met with a large hall.

"I sense this is where he is…" Ren whispered. There was an odd feeling about the room. It was large, but a lot of it was covered in darkness. The entrance was lit by one hanging light, and all that could be seen were the walls, decorated with pillars. The pillars. They had what looked like stone recreations of Faunus supporting them. Blake grit her teeth, and tried not to look. There was also a mural on the wall, painted with scenes of humanity's failures, its wars, its triumphs, and its advances. It was an interesting mural to look at, but only half was showing. Yang could not restrain herself.

"Show yourself, will ya?!" She yelled at the darkness, paranoid and curious. Lights at the end flickered, and the hall was lit. Only one section had remained in the darkness. The other end. The only thing the group could make out was someone who seemed to be sitting on a throne. Breathing became rushed, hearts skipping beats.

Suddenly, a sigh came from the throne.

"I never thought I would see you again." A crooked voice came from the throne. Weiss's face became solemn. She stared forward, not taking her eyes off the man, whose face was covered by shadows.

That voice…

She thought to herself. The man stood up, and walked into the light. He wore robes of white, decorated with stripes of gold running down a scarf the man wore. He raised his arms in an embracing gesture. His eyes were light blue, his hair white, and his skin fair. Weiss cocked her head, her eyes widening. She nearly vomited from the pure shock. Her breath became ragged, and she felt like sinking into the floor. The man grinned.

"Daughter…" He trailed. Weiss frowned. "Don't be so pale. You knew it was me, didn't you?" Weiss shook her head. Where tears should have been, flames resided. She did not shed even a tear.

"This is where you went, then?" She whispered. Mr. Schnee laughed.

"You'll have to speak louder next time, dear, but yes. I came here." He said, a menacing grin filling his face. He made a small gesture, and three figures came from the shadows. Vlad, Nika, and Ember. Vlad was just as large as Penny had described him to be. For his size, which was nearly that of an Ursa, he moved smoothly and looked to be very coordinated. He wore a plain vest, a shoulder plate, and a kilt to cover his thighs. He had an odd skin color, which looked somewhat light-green. His arms were huge, and his legs ripped. He had a sickly sweet smile on his face, a face full of bloodlust. He licked his lips as he looked at his opponents.

Ember stood to his left, a bored expression on her face. Her eyes were cold, and were near closed, as if barely keeping awake. She looked as if she would rather be doing something else then to be bothered with pests like those who had faced her. Her hair was a dark-ish green, her skin light, and she wore a combat skirt similar to that of Ruby and Weiss's. She even had a Dust Rapier modeled just like Wiess's. Closer to the creator was who appeared to be Nika.

Her skin was a bit darker, her hair void-black. Her eyes showed discipline and modesty, and she was observing her opponents. Her face made her seem like a jovial person, but the depth in her pupils old otherwise. She wore gold and black armor. She carried a blade and shield, both decorated fiercely. Her shield was jagged, with no definite shape. It had sharp edges and sharp turns, and was large enough to block even Nora's hammer. Her blade was fire-orange, designed to look like a flame. She looked prepared.