Blake felt in a word, empty.
She felt Void, completely drained of all life. And she didn't even know why. All was going well. She was easily Acing all her classes at beacon, so why was there this gaping hole so deep in her heart?
As a single video description flashed across her screen, she immediately knew the cause of her depression. There, plain as day, was a video discussing the actions of her favorite anime. The word was cruel to behold. Blake only whispered it to herself on cold lonely nights when no one would hear such heresy. Ever since Blake had come to Beacon, she had realized one thing, one irrevocable truth.
She was surrounded, day in and day out,
By filthy Normies.
It had all started when she first arrived here. She was scrolling through some webcomics during the shuttle ride, trying to pass the time. Then out of the blue, some poor boy vomited all over a rather voluptuous blonde's shoe. Blake had trouble keeping her eyes off the blonde as her whole body swayed, trying to expel the stomach upchuck from her footwear. She had to keep her eyes to from straying too far into the uncharted territory of said blonde's chest as it heaved back and forth and—
"Stop it Blake. Stop being creepy." She chastised herself.
Then to her extreme horror and perhaps excitement, the blonde came looking for a seat. In her natural shyness and in an attempt to hide the embarrassment of actually being seen looking at the vile stuff of neckbeards and Weaboos alike, anime on her scroll she had seated herself as far away from anyone else as humanly possible. Actually, she was currently looking at a webcomic, but these uninitiated fools would never be able to tell the difference. However, she was now faced with a slight problem…
The Shuttle was already full to begin with, hence why the blonde and her friend were standing up on it. So, there were hardly any spots left available, which meant…
"Hey you, scooch over." Blake heard a heavenly voice grace her unworthy ears as her eyes dared to glance up to view the golden angel coming her way. She moved with a heavenly grace unfitting for mortal eyes, which was only slightly beset by the trail of yellow stomach bile she left in her wake.
In no time at all the Angel had sat down upon the same bench which Blake rested on. Was this a dream, how could God be simultaneously so kind and so cruel, to send her down such a gorgeous sculpture of feminine beauty, and simultaneously cursing her with the poorest social skills known to man.
As the blonde's delicate fingers grasped her leg, she felt her breath catch in her mouth and her heart stop. She reached down and looked at her shoelaces, caked with grime and other foul substances. Was that a hot dog?
Then, she saw that this Earth Angel was looking at her with her beautiful large lilac eyes, eyes that Blake wanted to get lost in and never escape from.
"Hey, Earth to the girl in black, are you even listening?"
Blake daydream was brought to a screeching holt as she sunk back into the sad backwaters of existence that is known as reality.
"What's the matter?" She had to keep her defenses up, and therefore might have accidently spoken too harshly. She didn't know if these newcomers could be trusted. Sure, the blonde might be as bodacious as Haruhui from season two episode eleven of moon slicers, that episode where the cast all went to the beach and Haruhi expressed her undying love and affection for Zoro, only for Zoro to be assassinated brutally before he could give her his answer and—
"Stop, Blake, Stop. We mustn't get carried away." She again reminded herself.
Still, she gave only the slightest hint of interest with these newcomers into her personal space, her Domain, as she liked to call it. She had to keep away the judgmental eyes and the hateful mouths of the Normies, and this was the best way. Absolute secrecy and a cold demeanor that would ensure her safety, lest she get hurt again.
Blake's eyes brushed over the other girl there, then nearly bulged out of her head.
Standing before her, in all its glory…
Was a bona fide legal Loli.
There was no denying it. The innocent expression, the cute-as-a-button face, the underdeveloped body, it all coalesced into the perfect combination of adorableness and unflowered beauty.
It was then that Blake, with no second thoughts whatsoever of the moral implications of her actions, promised herself that she would completely and wholly corrupt this innocent creature.
Her eyes were beginning to gloss over with evil intention when she noticed the look of hurt over the two girls faces.
The blonde's eyes flashed first with a wave of hurt, obviously affected by Blakes harsh words and tone, then with an explosion of anger, and Blake's heart sank but she sliced those feelings down with her ancient katana of determination, passed down the Belladonna line for generations!
"We were just wondering if you had any napkins or something. The bathrooms are currently full, and I didn't want to let this stuff stay on me any longer than I had to." The blonde spoke with a slight annoyance in her voice, putting another knife deep within Blake's poor beaten soul.
She did in fact have tissues in her bag. She thought for a second, about the pros and cons for showing this human an act of kindness. Would they try to get to know her, to pry into the depravity that was Blake Belladonna? After a second she realized how horrible she was being. To even consider denying someone the most basic of aid when they are in dire need, what would Master Myria think if she were still with us? She reached into her bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped little package of tissues.
The blonde's eyes lit up and Blakes heart soared, so delighted at her mate- I mean- fellow Shuttle riders change in disposition, even more pleased that she was the one that caused such a change.
"Thanks. You're the best." She said grabbing the tissues and ripping open the package. Blake's stomach started turning inside out at the Blonde's words.
"Hehe, no problem." Blake chocked out.
The blonde then propped up her vomit-soaked leg in order to try to clean it, and Blake had to keep from whimpering. Even covered in puke, that thing was a gift sent from god. The kind of leg nations would fight over and bards would sing of for generations to come.
And then when she started rubbing it with that tissue, Blake thought for sure that she would pass out right then and there. Thankfully everyone else seemed to be too occupied to look at Blake's half-lidded lust filled eyes. "Oh, the things you would say if you knew what those tissues were supposed to be for." Blake thought.
"NO- stop it, bad girl." Blake mentally chastised herself again, trying to keep her most depraved self in check.
"Yeah, when we first started talking to you I thought you were all mean and stuff but you seem really cool so thanks a lot!" the loli that had accompanied the blonde chimed in, her whole being oozing pure happiness and energy, like some small animal.
"Some small animal that I will welcome into my home, offering it gifts of treats and lavish comforts. I will fatten it up and gorge it on the illusion of peace and security. Then, once it trusts me and only me wholly and with all its being, I'll shove it in the oven and roast it for dinner as it watches me from within the burning prison with pleading eyes screaming "Why, Why WHY?!" to which I will just laugh as I continue to set the table for my fine meal MUHAHAHAHHA"
"Jeez when did my fantasies get so dark? I mean, yeah sometimes I like to tread into the bdsm sections of the user submitted stories on the dustnet, but that was just… unwholesome."
Blake almost chuckled to herself, as if she had any right to use that word.
She put her dark musings behind her and just deadpanned to the loli, slightly confused as to why these people were expressing so much gratitude for the simplest of human kindnesses. "It's not a big deal." She wasn't cold with her words, but she wasn't exactly a glorious beam of manly fighting spirit meant to save the cosmos either.
Still, the Loli gave her a bright big smile, a smile so wide and naïve it seemed as if it might burn a hole straight through Blake's depravity. Heh. Like that could ever happen. Just like Lord Butterhusk said, once you lose something, you can never get it back.
"You didn't have to do that, but you did, so you rock." The loli then gave Blake a wide smile, the ends of her lips reaching all the way up tugging at her checks and flashing her beautiful, white teeth.
In Blake's mindscape a concentrated beam of supercharged energy had just pierced her heart, causing her eyes to go wide and for her to spit out blood as she realized this was no ordinary opponent. Her very knees gave out on that attack as she fell to the ground. This would be the greatest enemy she had ever faced.
In that second, she felt feelings of wanton fangirl boiling up within her, positively exploding at the cuteness of the true loli before her. If she weren't careful, she would make some reference no one understood, or just grab this magnificent creation and run off with it never to be seen again.
No, stay strong, we have endured much more trying tasks than this. Just think of your training!
Then the Blonde bombshell spoke up. "Well, that's about as much as I'm going to be able to get without a proper shower. Hey, thanks again…?" She left the last part hanging, and Blake got the impression that she was waiting for Blake to reveal her name to her.
Well if she planned to make this walking angel hers, she would at least have to get acquainted with her first.
"Blake Belladonna". Or at least that is the name you mortals shall address me as. She held out her hand to the Angel, then withdrew it upon remembering what she had been doing for the last few minutes. She didn't seem to mind.
"Blake huh, that's nice. That's my baby sister, Ruby" she stated pointing to the Redhaired Loli who took it upon herself to strike a ridiculous pose at that moment. "And Most people just call me trouble, but you can call me Yang." She said with a provocative wink that sent all kinds of strange sensations down to Blake's nether regions. Indeed. Trouble you are.
"So, are you coming up for initiation?" 'Trouble' asked, with her entire body turned towards Blake in a way that made her feel slightly uncomfortable (as well as possibly slightly aroused), that kind of focus and attention from another being making Blake a little nervous.
"Uhh yeah." This was starting to get a little too close for comfort. Any more time and she might slip up and reveal who she really is. She had to get out of here, she had to escape back into her alternate reality of books, manga, and anime.
She picked up her book and began to try her best to focus on it, trying to be able to understand what the words her eyes were picking up meant, but given the close proximity of two sisters, she was having trouble immersing herself. These two, these unknown entities were melting her brain with anxieties. She had been courteous enough to offer her tissues, but that was a simple offer to a citizen in distress. There were only so many ways a conversation like that could go. Either she gave her the tissues, or she didn't. It was a calculatable situation where the entire scenario was easy to imagine, but this, being forced into non-scripted conversation, it was not something Blake was particularly skilled at. She hid her head in her book and began to ooze anti-social intent, trying her best to send off the girls or at least make them ignore her.
"Yes, I'm coming to the initiation." Ice cold words darted from Blake's mouth, chilling the bones of everyone who heard them.
"OHHHHH ARE YOU GONNA BE A HUNTRESS TOO! OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD THAT'S SO COOL OHMYGOD WHAT IF WERE ON THE SAME TEAM THEN IT WOULD ALMOST BE LIKE DESTINY US MEETING HERE WOULDN'T THAT BE SOOO COOOL OH MY GOSH WHAT'S YOUR WEAPON YOU HAAAAVVVVEE TO SHOW ME PLEEEAASSSEEE." Chilling the bones of everyone who heard them, except these rambunctious sisters…
It would hurt her, deep in her soul, but sometimes to fulfill his goal, a samurai would sacrifice his life and fall upon his sword. In the same way Blake Belladonna would kill her feelings to do what must be done.
"Well it was nice meeting you two." Blake said before rising from her seat, scanning the shuttle for any relatively unoccupied spaces. She continued searching for another spot to sit, seeking sanctuary away from the harsh exercise of social interaction. She spotted a quiet place, with only a charming young girl nearby. The first thing Blake noticed about her were the large and completely displayed Bunny ears atop her head.
"You utter fool." Thought Blake.
Blake was many things. Evil mastermind, holder of the secret Bladeless Whisper technique, defiler of the pure, but she was not a fool. This world was not ready for the Faunus just like it wasn't ready for the Otakus. The world was judgmental and cruel and this girl either had a death wish or was simply too naïve to know what she was doing. Surely, she knows what is going to happen if she walks into beacon like that. Blake started slowly making her way towards this bunny girl and her unoccupied spot.
As she left, she heard a pathetic wining sound come groveling from behind her. She turned to spy the offender, and it was none other than this Ruby character the Angel spoke of.
She had this miserable look on her face, like her favorite character was just killed off with no reason and they didn't even do it on screen they just mentioned it in the next episode and HOW COULD YOU DO THAT KRISMETTO? NEJIRO WAS A PERSON WHO WE ALL CARED FOR BUT YOU JUST WROTE HIM OFF LIKE HE WAS NOTHING JUST TO MAKE ROOM FOR THAT BITCH MIKASORA THE GODS WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS IF THEY MAKE IT TO YOU BEFORE I DO AND-
"Namaste, Blake, Breath."
Ruby was looking at Blake with this longing stare, her big silver eyes drilling straight into Blake's Soul. Or she would, If Blake didn't sell it long ago to Destroy the Holy Briffian Empire, no matter how many people she lost along the way or whatever kind of sins she would commit. She began stuttering, clearly trying to force something out her throat.
"This won't be the only time you'll be struggling on something in your throat-"
"Ughhhg Stop it Blake that's gross, plus she looks like she's 14 max?" Blake mentally berated herself.
"Hey, I mean the best women are like wine right, nine years old and-"
"Alright, I'm done with you now. Goodbye." Blake said shoving her perverted dark mind down to the deepest depths of her conscious, choking it out so that she might be able to have a normal conversation without her mind flashing to whatever horror that would strike bone chilling fear into even the most grizzled, battle hardened huntsmen and land Blake in the highest security prison within all of Remnant.
"But wait, you're nothing without me, remember all those times we could have died, should have died, well we didn't BECAUSE OF ME. Your nothing without me, I'll be back you, just you wait, JUST YOU WAAAIITTTT." The voice of dark Blake got more and more distant as she fell down the endless rabbit hole of Blake's mind.
"Heyyy, did you maybe, oh I donno…" Oh yeah. She stopped short in the middle of her sentence.
Blake looked at the girl, curious if she would finish this sentence sometime this Millenia.
"Wanna Keep sitting with us. Itsjustthatyouseemreallycoolandiwannalikekeeptalkingtoyoucauseimyoungerthaneveryoneelsehereandimnotgonnahaveanyfriendsbutyouseemnicesowouldyouliketokeeptalkingandmaybebemyfriendplease?"
Blake wasn't sure what to think. First of all, she had absolutely no idea, not even the slightest iota of an idea, what this girl had just said, what this word salad that she had just been served was.
Could this girl be a secret bardic warrior, capable of changing reality with only her voice?
From deep within Blake, from the deepest chasm of her depraved, corrupted mind that had spent far to many a night surfing the dustnet looking at tentacle monsters ravaging young innocent women. From this spot, where she had exiled Dark Blake for a few seconds ago came a shout so great it could be heard even from this forgotten place.
"I wonder what else she can do with that tongue?"
Blake nearly choked.
She then looked at the forlorn girl waiting for an answer. "I'm sorry, I was just reading a book and would really like to read it in peace, so I was just going to sit over there in the quieter part of the Bus. See you later?" She then turned around before Ruby could respond. She didn't want this to become a long drawn out conversation.
As she walked away, she began mentally cheering herself on. "WOOOOOOOOO OH YEAH! WE HAD A NORMAL INTERACTION WITH SOMEONE! WE DIDN'T JUST TELL THEM TO SCREW OFF OR SCARE THEM WITH OUR PERVERSE DERANGED MIND! OHH YEAH!"
She sat herself down near the bunny girl. There was a seat between them and a seat between her nearest neighbor in the opposite direction. All around a decent spot. The one she had been in before had better lighting, namely, a lack of it. This spot was soaked in brimming, suffocating sunlight. Seriously, people like this stuff? Still, it was better than smelling some guy's breath who obviously smoked and never brushed their teeth, or next to an old lady who just HAAADDD to show off pictures of her dog.
As she opened her por- Ahem, literature, she chanced a glance at Bunny Girl Senpai to her left. She seemed to be absorbed into whatever was on her scroll at the moment. She beheld the large ears before her, concluding that they were in fact, legitimate Faunus ears and not the adornments of a deviant with an animal Fetish.
Blake had seen things. Terrible things.
The girl looked in a word, docile. Given her age, Blake assumed that she was on her way to Beacon, same as her and the other two girls over there, but for the life of her, she couldn't see this doe becoming a huntress. She just looked so… friendly and gentle. She could never imagine this girl hurting another soul, much less fighting monsters for a living, and with her just parading around her ears, for all the judgmental eyes of the humans to see? What was this girl thinking?
But that was none of Blake's business. And so, she returned to literature.
Hado was breathing heavily, his face mere inches away from Hikari's. He whispered in her ear,
"What would your betrothed think of this, Princess?" his voice drew out to the princess, letting it hang in the air and caress her ears.
"Huh, my Bride to be, he means nothing to me. After you retake Japan with the power of the Black Legend sword, men like him will pray to live under your boot." The woman moaned as she drew her leg up his toned, strong body, the body of a man, the body of a conqueror.
"Hah, live under my boot? The only thing that man will be under is six feet of dirt." The warlord growled into his newest concubines' neck, shoving her down and tearing off her kimono before-"
"AND TODAY WITH NEWS ANCHOR LISA LAVENDER.!"
Blake inwardly grimaced with rage as her peace and tranquility was shattered into a million pieces. Here she was, completely immersed within her book, tearing through the words, her finger edging the page anxious for the time when she would get to turn it and dive head first into the beautiful, intricate, larger than life imagination of the beloved works of Hikorosh Mokomoto, the famed and revered writer of Ninjas of Love, this generations greatest novel(at least according to people with class), when the sound of the nearby tv seemed to be amplified tenfold. Blake looked up, curious as to what situation merited disturbing the peace of the dark princess, as well as identifying the mortal who would most assuredly face the consequences for such a foolish action.
The Tv was surrounded by several people, if you could call them that. Where they should have been were instead holes of everlasting darkness, not so different to the chasm where Blake's heart should be.
It's so difficult to explain, they were simultaneously there but not there, it's almost like the gods decided that basic extras weren't worth the time to animate so they instead placed in cutouts in their place. How strange. Blake would have to investigate further.
The cutouts were all staring intently at the television, and Blake could only reason that they had somehow found a way to turn up the television. So, they still occupy space within the physical plane. Interesting…"
"Thanks Cyril." Came the voice out of the television. She put on a blank face, completely void of emotion. Her eyes were dull and tired, like she was simply going through some motion, doing some dance she had tired of long ago.
"Maybe it was just good acting", reasoned Blake.
"This Saturday's Faunus Civil Rights Protest turned dark when members of the White Fang disrupted the ceremony."
Blake's heart skipped a beat at the shear mention of those words. Her legs tightened; her breath caught in her throat. Her entire body came alive, ready for action.
"D-Do they know? Have they found me? Are they showing me more of my crimes before they finally take me in?"
Blake began analyzing all the events that had occurred thus far on the shuttle. She sat down in an unpopulated section of the shuttle, then some boy puked, and ran off to the nearest bathroom. Then some girls came up and sat by her while they tried to get the puke of said boy off their leg and then tried to conversate with her. She excused herself after a while. Then she sat down by a Faunus girl and read some of her book, then the tv came to life and that led her to the point she was at now.
Is there any missed detail, any clue that she missed, any indication that she was in the midst of the enemy? It pained her to think of it, but those two girls might have been working for the police, or some government agency more likely, or even perhaps the white fang themselves. They had asked her to stay with them and talk some more so they could keep playing schoolgirl with her and dull her senses. It was Blake's fault for letting it work. Now, she was in checkmate. They were here to make her feel welcome, let her guard down, before troopers rushed the place and took Blake away, far off to some cell to live out her days, unless they decided to just kill her and be done with it.
It's not like they wouldn't be justified.
Blake's hands were shaking, and her heart was pumping gasoline to every muscle in her body, readying her for the coming fight. She scanned the shuttle, looking, praying for a way out. There were doors, that wasn't the problem…
The problem was that they were currently some 5000 feet in the air.
She was almost certainly going to die if she made that jump. Besides, the doors were almost certainly locked to prevent idiots from accidently opening them during trips than falling to their doom.
"Dammit, think Blake think!" the world was all of the sudden becoming very tight and loud, like a thousand voices simultaneously screaming at you all at once while the walls around you closed in. Blake had long since become accustomed to this feeling of Panic and had to ignore it. One wrong move, and she was dead. The screaming noises of the world and the searing lights of the world all had to be ignored, and the pain they caused were just weakness threatening to end Blake's existence. She was pathetic. Just a few months earlier she would have easily seen a solution and would already be within the depths of the city's slums, blending in seamlessly.
But that day had changed everything. Now, she was weak, and now she was going to die. Die a lonely and wasted life that was only spent killing others, all in the name of saving others. Ironic, huh.
…
The sound of chaos, the screams of the world, was only overpowered by the restless thumping of Blake's heart within her chest. It sent red hot energy to every muscle fiber, every cell within her body, begging her, demanding her to move. But she knew it was already too late. They got her.
…
"Screw this. I'm not dying yet. Not before I've rectified that evil." Blake promised herself, her bloodshot eyes whipping around, quickly mapping her trajectory.
"If I got a running start then shot the window with Gambol Shroud, then fell between the building, I could use the weapon's ribbons to control my descent. Then once I found ground, she would have to quickly run to- "
"Hey, are you alright? You don't look so good?" A voice sweet as honey sang beneath Blake, who was sitting up currently, her upper body looking out towards the city with an admittedly crazed look on her face, and her feet almost planted into the ground. Her whole body drenched in sweat, and her face was redder than Ruby's cloak.
Blake's eyes quickly glossed over the figure, noting to herself that she looked genuinely concerned.
"Funny. If only you knew what hell I had damned people like you and I to."
Blake then looked up at the window, banishing the thought of the girl from her mind, instead focusing on what she needed to do in that moment. Blake completely ignored the girl and began to slowly move back, readying herself for the jump.
She barely made it a single step before a hand reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.
Blake instinctively tried to twist it, being so charged with panic and adrenaline that her body acted before her mind knew what to do. Blake assumed the worst and assumed that she had wasted too much time and that she was being handcuffed. The wrist instead rolled with her move, cleanly misdirecting it. Blake then jammed her foot into the ground and twisted her body into a rolling kick aimed at whatever assailant was behind her.
After taking this enemy down out I'll immediately move for the window." Blake formulated a plan in her head. However instead of her leg colliding with some poor souls face it was instead met with a cushioned hand that grasped her leg. Blake swung with a right hook, aiming at the expected location of her combatant's face before that too, was countered.
Then Blake saw the face of the rabbit Fanuns, with a frightened and confused look on her face.
Blake tried to move, but this girl had her incapacitated with her holding her left leg in one hand and her right arm in another, with Blake's body in an odd angle facing out in a horizontal position.
Blake growled, a primal rage escaping her, begging her, demanding her to find the strength she needed to stay alive. "UGGGGGHHHHH LET ME GO." She screamed, praying that this girl would grant her request.
Blake's eyes rolled over the shuttle, registering the eyes of all the passengers. There was only one word to describe the look in those people's eyes.
Horror.
It only made sense. Sure, many of these people had seen terrible things before, being perspective Huntsmen and Huntresses, but that was in a classroom, or at most in a Grimm infested forest. They had never seen horror in a person before.
In combat school you hear about all these terrible things happening. You fight Grimm, but it's all controlled, with your teacher nearby in case you bite off more than you can chew. You hear about wars; you hear about people going crazy and throwing themselves out of a moving bus some few thousand feet in the air. But its all so distant, so far removed. Like ghost stories meant to scare kids into going to bed at night. Things like that DON'T ACTUALLY HAPPEN, right?
Well now these kids were starring the Beast in the face, and it was ugly.
Blake struggled against the bonds of her holder, fighting, desperately clawing to get free before certain death came and took her away. This was her last chance, and she was letting it go. This girl was just too strong, her grip to sure.
"So, this is how it ends, huh. Well, I'm sorry Mom and Dad. Your Dark Princess couldn't take over the world after all."
Blake then detected a nervous laugh from above, coming from her captor's mouth.
"He he he he, funny right guys. Don't worry about it. My friend and I were just uhh…"
And then her sentence hung in the air waiting for someone to just put it out of its misery.
"G-getting in some pre-Beacon Practice, y-you know, can never be too ready, am I right?"
A silence deader than the social media site known as myspace filled the cart.
Everyone continued to stare, completely blankly. Blake, recognizing the situation and seeing that if she was indeed going to be arrested, by only one person, strong as that person might be, was likely no match for a Shuttle full of aspiring Hunters and Huntresses. Blake continued to struggle for dear life, punching and kicking shouting loud enough for the students in Signal to hear below. "SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO DIE PLEASE-" then a hand was placed over Blake's mouth, silencing her pleas.
"Yeah so were just going to go to the Bathroom really quick. Okay guys? Don't worry about it she's fine-" The Rabbit began nonchalantly before she was interrupted.
Blake managed to worm her lips out of the rabbit's grasp. "NO DON'T LISTEN MHMMFFFMH."
The Rabbit aggressively muffled Blake again. She laughed nervously, looking at the intensely skeptical eyes of the fellow members of the cart. Whether that was skepticism for whether or not Blake was truly being attacked or if she was just crazy, the rabbit didn't know, but given how some of them were looking straight at her and their looks of bewilderment and horror were starting to turn to righteous rage she thought now would probably be a good time to make an exit.
"Ha ha ha, silly girl, always pulling pranks." She choked out of dry lungs, already moving backwards towards the shuttle's bathroom. The rabbit was overly conscious of how the entire ensemble of the car began moving with mob mentality, inching forward with every step she took so the distance between them remained the same. A few of them had their hands at their hips and a focused look on their face.
"Soooooo yeaaahhh were just gonna be in the bathroom real quick five minutes I promise guys." The rabbit heard a weapon cock, and she doubled her efforts, moving as fast as this agonized hellacious woman in her arms would allow. She was nearly at the bathroom when the girl bit down on her hand. Hard.
Now, the rabbit was a second year at Beacon, coming back from vacation. She had been through grueling, torturous regimes, even harsher fights, and worst of all, gone to Port's office hours because she was struggling in his class and therefore had to sit through even more of those god-forsaken lectures.
The rabbit was no stranger to pain, but this girl, this feral monster, bit down like a rabid dog, fighting for its very survival. The rabbit made a huge mistake and drew back her hand in pain.
"PLEASE HELP SHE'S GONNA KILL ME YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING DON'T LET HER TAKE ME OH GOD NO-"
They were nearly at the Bathroom; Blake's chances of survival were growing smaller and smaller by the second. She noticed a small pole of metal within arm's reach, that supported the chairs. Blake grabbed hold for dear life. They stopped for a moment, and Blake searched frantically for some willing soul within the crowd, some kind heart to save her. She quickly found them.
"Hey, just what do you think you're doing?" rang a heavenly voice from the lips of an Angel.
"Hey, Yang, I don't know what's going on is she okay?" came a fragile, scarred voice from quivering lips.
"Everything's fine Ruby. Big sis is gonna take care of everything alright?" she reassured as she cocked her blazing gauntlets, with eyes ready for war.
"Ohh phissss, please, she's just overreacting guys." The rabbit waved a hand in front of her face, attempting to play off the situation before this went more out of hand then it already had. She then sent the same hand to try to pry Blake's arm off the pole.
"NO STOP LYING SHE'S GONNA KILL ME YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" screeched the captive locking eyes with Yang, the woman she had meet just minutes ago and now might be her last hope of living a free life. Or living at all. Blake's arms burned against the enormous strength of her captor, pulling on the pole with all her might.
"Don't worry, we're gonna get you outta there, Blake." Came the soothing words of the archangel, her golden form blazing with a silent but promised fury.
"Hey, look at her ears. She must be one of those White Fang people trryna kidnap us real people" Called out a voice in the crowd, which was followed by murmurs of agreement.
The Rabbit knew that this situation was officially, irrevocably, completely,
Fucked.
And so, she decided to stop playing around.
"Oh, come on guys don't be dumb there's no way I could be one of those guys." She explained with a huff of exertion as she planted both legs on the ground and yanked Blake off the pole.
She then moved with phenomenal speed considering the weight she was carrying the rest of the way to the bathroom. "We'll be back in just a second guys, NOOOOOO need to worry." She said as the neared the door.
"Ohhh no, you're not getting away that easily." Yang, the Angel of valor proclaimed.
"Yeah, no way I'm letting you dognap my new friend, or bunny-nap her I guess, you know, since you've, like got cute bunny ears and all." Squeaked the voice of Ruby Rose, with her gruesome scythe unfolded and ready to reap a bountiful harvest.
"OHHHH GOD NOOO MOMMY MOMMY I DON'T WANNA DIE." Cried out the frantic Blake, her fingernails breaking and cracking against the cold floor as she was dragged away. Then, like a cascade, the small army of superhuman fighters descended upon Blake and the Rabbit.
The Rabbit was nearly at the door however, so when the shuttle Denizens finally made their move, the Rabbit needed only to move a few steps to reach her destination.
Blake saw the light of life flash before her, burning brighter than the sun,
She saw the dreams of death haunt her sight, filling them with red.
Then she saw the cold, hard, unforgiving metallic color of the shuttle's door as it closed in front of her.