Ludendorff…

Blake was finally back home again.

She was never to be back here at this place again. In this town, she was still reported missing after seven months when her mother, Macey Rose was killed with the deadly bullets.

Blake was standing in front of the church of where the Ludendorff Cemetery was right next to it, while Trevor was out there in the cemetery digging up Michael's grave.

She was helping him at first until she had gotten blisters in the palm of her hands after digging. She told him that she wanted a break and he gave it to her. So, she decided to walk around aimlessly around the cemetery, until she was standing in front of the church.

The church and cemetery have brought back so many memories of the past.

From the day she thought Michael and Carter died, she was frozen in time without a fatherly figure who can look out for her for a long ten years.

When Jade came into the picture, her best friend colored her world here in Ludendorff until their friendship was separated with a fatal car crash outside of town. Blake somehow survive as she only a received a small scar under her left eye which no one but herself noticed.

She looked up at the gray sky while the snowflakes were still falling, until she decides to close her teal colored eyes and she opened them to see what was in front of her.

She noticed a ghostly form of her as a six year old girl along with her mother, Macey. The red-haired mother was carrying a half asleep Blake as the small child was sniffling, crying and mourning for the death of her dad and uncle who she'd believe they're dead.

Six year old Blake was staring at this person who was watching her from a distance as he decide to wave to her goodbye. Blake did the same thing before she closed her tearful bluish green eyes.

Who was that mysterious person to her?

And why was he watching her from a distance?

But it was all a mystery to her and even the truth about her past.

Blake closed her eyes once again while she taking a deep breath and decided to sing something that comes to her mind, but not her heart.

"Mirror, can you hear me?... Do I reached you?" Blake sanged, before opening her eyes.

She heard the door to the church opening, once she turned to see what was happening next.

It revealed her leaving the church all dress up in black when she was sixteen years old.

She remember that day, like it happened yesterday.

It was the day that her best friend, Jade Knight was going to be buried here at this cemetery. She didn't even have the courage to stay inside the church any longer after seeing her friend lying down peacefully in that coffin.

After closing her eyes, she heard someone calling her name. Her mother, Macey Rose was standing in front of her as she was holding a black umbrella to covered her head from the falling snowflakes.

Blake watched her sixteen-year-old self walked towards her mother, as she had her handout just for her to wrap her arm around her shoulders.

"Come, my little black rose, we have so much to do when we get home." Macey said, before leading her to the car.

"Are you even listen?... Can I get through?" Blake sanged some more as she watch her past self disappear into the car and drove off with her mother.

"There's a part of me that's desperate for changes. Tired of being treated like a pawn. But there's a part of me that stares back from inside the mirror. Part of me that scared I might be wrong. That I can't be strong." Blake sanged the rest of the song, as she pulled out a picture from the past, while facing the church.

The picture showed her mother Macey sitting in the hospital bed, holding Blake at one month old in her arms while looking down at her cute baby from. Michael and Carter happened to be in the picture with her as they looked down at Baby Blake who had her arms out of the hospital blanket wrapped around her.

Suddenly, Blake heard snow crunching from behind as she stood there in silence, while holding the picture in her hand. A tear has fallen down onto the picture, hitting Macey and Baby Blake.

She placed the picture back into the grey hoodie pocket, along with the others hidden inside before she started talking.

"I… I didn't do anything to let you know…" Blake said calmly, thinking it was the Ludendorff Police behind her. "My mother abuse me and I had to get out alive, but she was about to kill me… I'm innocent to let you know. I shot her in self-defense."

"Blakie Bear…"

Blake was wide-eyed once she heard that nickname.

She swiftly turned around to see Michael standing right behind her.

It was him. Michael fucking De Santa. Her favorite uncle and he was here in North Yankton to rescue her.

Michael wrapped his arms around Blake as she did the same thing, until he can hear her sobbing against his winter clothes.

"It's okay, Blakie Bear, I'm here." Michael said soothingly, before placing a kiss on her forehead.

Once he did that, he decide to have a look at his niece right in front of him.

She was dressed up in winter clothing as she still kept on her red plaid skirt and underneath and was some blue skinny jeans. She had a gray hoodie underneath a black leather jacket that was covering it. On top of her head covering her head was a knitted winter hat that was red and black with a red pom-pom.

"You okay?" Michael asked.

"I didn't even wanna be here." Blake said sobbingly, while showing her blistering and bleeding palms.

Michael can tell that she was digging with her Uncle Trevor, as he held onto her hands gently.

"Please, Uncle Michael take me home." Blake begged, before calming down. "I don't wanna be here anymore."

"Where's Uncle T?" Michael asked.

Blake decided to lead Michael to her Uncle Trevor, as he was still digging up Michael's grave. He was already six feet below them, as they were looking down, before he finally looked up to see Blake and Michael.

"Well, look who follow us, Blake…" Trevor said. "The fuckin' traitor!"

"Shit, I can't fuckin' believe you, Trevor!" Michael growled. "You kidnap your seventeen year old niece and brought her out here where she didn't want to come back here in the first place!"

"Well, she's gonna have to fuckin' suck it up!" Trevor said, still digging out Michael's grave.

"You're wasting her time." Michael simply said.

"Ah, shut up! We're here for the truth, Mikey and the truth will be revealed…"

Trevor picked up a pickaxe, as Blake moved out of his way. "Now."

As Trevor swing to pickaxe against the wooden coffin, Blake move around the grave to see what was buried underneath for so long. The secret of what was buried in the wooden coffin was about to be revealed, as Trevor moved some of the wood pieces out of the way to show what was inside.

Blake covered her mouth with both her hands as she was shocked to see who has taken her Uncle Michael's place.

More tears were streaming from the corner of her cyan blue eyes as it revealed the person who was inside the coffin. She fallen on her knees once she notice who it was, before covering up her whole face.

Her Uncle Brad.

Michael's blue eyes stayed looking at Blake's crying self, as his own niece felt betrayed for ten years.

"As if I didn't know… Brad." Trevor said. He was surprised as well, but not like surprised and shocked of what Blake was doing right now.

"Uncle Brad…" Blake sobbed. "He's… dead… He's fuckin' dead."

Blake looked up at Michael's with her teal colored eyes, still streaming down the corners of her eyes and her cheeks.

"Blake… I'm sorry, I lied to you… I'm full of shit." Michael apologized.

Blake still kept her stare at him, until she turned away to look down at her Uncle Brad's head still sticking out.

As Trevor climbed out of the grave, he aimed his handgun and Michael as he did the same thing.

"So, what was this all about, huh?" Trevor asked. "You and Carter fucking turn against me, Blake, and Macey?!"

"I made a fuckin' deal a long time ago." Michael explained. "Carter and I had a young family. We were not gonna survive out here. You saw what happened. Brad got shot. I got shot as well but I survived."

"What about him? Carter? Huh? What the fuck did he ever do?" Trevor asked.

"He got shot as well, but me and him made it out alive." Michael said. "After we left here, I expected Carter to bring Blake along with him. But it didn't go according as planned. I didn't want to leave her alone with her mother. She always wanted to explore new places, and I was pissed off when Carter left her behind. I didn't want to let her go. She means something to me."

"What?" Blake said confused, finally looking up.

"You treacherous piece of shit!" Trevor hissed. "What do you mean you didn't want to let her go?"

"Put the guns down!" Blake commanded, while she stood up. She pulled out two pistols as she aimed them at both of her uncles. "Put them down now!"

Michael and Trevor noticed Blake with two guns, aiming at their heads while standing beside them in the middle. Blake didn't look afraid to shoot at one of them, if one of them try to pull the trigger.

"You fuckin' expect me to put my gun down, after what I just heard from this fat fuck?!" Trevor growled. "And I think… you have questions to ask him, ain't ya? But I'll ask them for you."

Trevor digged into the front pocket of Blake's grey hoodie, and he finally pulled out a few pictures that were hidden.

"Why do you have fuckin' pictures of Blake, since she was a baby to the time she was six, you fat fuck?" Trevor asked, throwing them at Michael, as he catches one of them. "She told me that she found them in the closet in a shoebox."

"Can't an uncle have pictures of their loved ones?" Michael asked.

"Ah, you're just saying that in front of her, cause there are no pictures of your own kids who you ignored all these years, sugartits!" Trevor yelled. "All of them is you and Blake and Macey!"

"Uncle Michael? Why do you care about me so much?" Blake asked, having her left foot on the hospital picture still aiming her guns.

"I love you, Blake, but it's complicated to explain."

"What do you mean it's complicated?" Blake asked. "How is it complicated when you have pictures of me and also a tattoo of my name on your back. What was I to you? Your Blakie Bear? A sweetie or a sweetheart? Or a little angel now?!"

Michael didn't know that Blake knew about the tattoo. He wanted to show it to her when the time was right, but she finally figured it out.

"Listen Blake, things just happen for a reason." Michael explained. "I done a lot things that I ain't proud of. And to tell you the truth about Carter. Even though he raised you as his kid, he doesn't mean anything to you."

"He's my dad!" Blake screamed. "I left this fuckin' town to find him! I promise you and Amanda that once I found my dad, you don't have to fuckin' worry about me anymore."

"You ain't fuckin' leaving my house, Blakesleigh Victoria De Santa!" Michael yelled. "You've already found him, before you started on your search for him!"

Blake look at her Uncle Michael wide-eyed at him, as she finally realized what was the real truth. All she needed to do was hear from him to see if it was true or not.

And yet it was.

"Are you… You're my-" Blake asked slowly.

"Wait, don't tell me… You mean to tell me that this fat snake is-"

"Yeah, T, you're fuckin' A-right… Blake is my kid. My youngest one… I'm Blake's real dad."

Duh, duh, daaah!

Michael De Santa/Townley is Blake's real father! =-O

How did this all happens? Between him and Macey something did happen to them? And how did Blake ended up in the picture as Michael's youngest daughter?

Blake lost her best friend Jade… How sad was that? But, how did Blake really lose her best friend in a car accident?

In this chapter, the song Blake was singing was called This Life Is Mine by Casey Lee Williams from off of RWBY Volume Four. I only use the beginning part of the song, because it was so magical and it made me thought of Blake and her changed life in Los Santos with her dysfunctional family.

The next chapter won't be part three of the big secret being revealed. The next two will be past memories of Michael and Macey, before Baby Blake was born. And even Blake and Jade before the car accident.