Vengeance ( r/RWBY/comments/4a36ja/the_beauty_and_the_thief_glassmagnolia_on_da/d0x0vrr?context=3)
"Emerald," Blake whispered, stepping out from the shadows of the alley to confront the roaming thief on the streets.
The moon illuminating her green hair and devilish red eyes, Emerald turned to the source of the voice, and found a glaring Blake standing mere inches away, and so silent that she could scarcely tell if the faunus was a living being or a statue.
"Belladonna," muttered Emerald haughtily with a disturbed grin, "running again?"
Blake's face remained stolid and stony. "I'm not running," she stated simply, her voice hushed as her jaws and lips moved silently to form the words.
Emerald giggled. "Then what are you doing?"
A flicker of anger passed through Blake's golden, focused eyes, which clawed against the lenses in violent rage. And with a dispassionate voice, Blake stated simply, "Hunting."
Feigning fear, Emerald sarcastically retreated one step. "Not for me, I hope."
Blake simply glared at her, the fire in her eyes burning hotter.
In attempt to quell the nebulous, yet visceral fear her heart felt at the Faunus' wrathful glare, Emerald's voice formed some sarcastic words. "I guess I'll take that as a yes." She snorted in feigned amusement, despite the growing terror rising in her chest. "Please don't hurt me," she begged half-sarcastically. "What I did was -"
Blake, moving faster than lightning, brought the flat of Gambol Shroud to Emerald's cheek in a single, infuriated strike - a strike so full of hate that the other girl felt her aura nearly snap beneath the weight of the sword.
In a desperate, forlorn panic, Emerald tried to draw her pistols, only to feel another crushing blow impact her temple - and shatter her aura.
She screamed.
Blake discharged two shots into the other girl's feet, then one for each kneecap, and another on the wrist of her right hand.
Writhing in pain - pain of an intensity she had never felt before - Emerald let loose another cry, this one longer and louder.
Blake almost smiled at her suffering.
"What are you doing?!" shrieked the wounded girl, in a manner more befitting a caged animal than a sentient person as she turned her head to meet Blake's eyes. "Stop this! What did I do!?"
"You know what you did," stated Blake coldly, kicking Emerald onto her back, "and now you have to pay."
All at once, Emerald fell silent, and pleaded silently through wet eyes as she tried to get onto her feet - and ended up on her knees.
Again using the flat of her blade, Blake smacked the side of Emerald's face, feeling a satisfying crack as her cheekbone buckled beneath the blow. "This is the way your world ends," she stated coldly, as a teacher might tell a misbehaving student.
Emerald tried to right herself; and again Blake struck.
Some anger leaked into her voice. "This is the way your world ends."
The thief again righted herself - and, another time, Blake hit her.
"This," Blake screamed in a wrathful whisper, a single, satisfied tear flowing from the corner of her eye, "is the way your world ends."
Emerald failed to right herself, and fell onto her chest with a soft, barely audible moan of desperate pain.
Planting her foot onto Emerald's back, Blake transformed her weapon into its pistol form, and leveled the gun at the other girl's back.
Blood pouring from the gashes on her face, Emerald begged weakly, "Please..."
She let her rage loose. "Not with a bang!" she shrieked, pressing hard into Emerald's spine. And then in a gentle voice, "but a whimper."
A gunshot. A pool of blood. A swarm of impending footsteps.
And a shadow fading into the dark.