And here's Yang's 2nd original chapter.
Yang gripped the rail as she descended, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. The all too familiar sound of people cheering, pained grunts, and heavy punches growing louder and louder the further down she went. She saw a light at the end of the darkness, and squinted, her eyes hurting as she neared it.
She reached the end of the stairs, stepping into the light, blinking as her eyes adjusted. A crowd of people had formed a circle, cheering and shouting, pained grunting coming from inside the circle. People sat at the bar, sipping their drinks, and watching the ring, Lien lying on the counter. The other fighters stood off to the side, watching the crowd. A cheer went through the crowd as a man screamed in pain; Yang grimaced at the sound of his arm breaking. Annoyed sighs came from the bar. The crowd began to disperse, a few staring at her, recognition dawning on their faces. Other members of the crowd noticed them, and looked over at her too, some beginning to smile.
"Little Sun Dragon," one said. One started to laugh.
"Never thought I'd see you in here again." Yang stretched her neck.
"I needed to let off some steam." She said. She saw the people at the bar start talking to one another, Lien exchanging hands, eying her as they placed their bets. Yang took her jacket off, tossing it aside. She hid her disgust at the cheer, the call for her to take more off, their eyes as they went to her cleavage. She flexed the fingers of her robotic arm, hearing the mechanisms whirl. She looked over at them. "Just gonna stare or am I gonna fight someone?"
Yang turned her head as she saw one of the fighters shove his way through the crowd. A giant of a man, hair covering most of his body, a bear snout where his nose and mouth should have been.
"I'll fight ya, Sun Dragon," he said, his voice a rumble. The Bear smirked. "You looked awfully friendly with that Schnee back in the Vytal Tournament." The Bear cracked his knuckles. "Can't beat a Schnee's face in, but you'll be the next best thing." Yang snarled, marching up, the crowd of people forming a circle around them.
"Bring it limp dick," she spat.
The Bear charged at her with a yell, she smirked, leaping forward. Her foot slammed into his chest, savoring his grunt of pain, before backflipping off, her foot slamming into his chin. She landed nimbly on her feet, smirking at him, beckoning him over as he rubbed his chin. He growled, and charged her. She smirked, catching his punch, yanking him forward, throwing an uppercut into his gut. She let his arm go, her arm shooting forward, slamming into his gut several times. She leapt up, grabbing his head, and slamming her knee into his nose.
He staggered back with a grunt, blood running down his lip, his nose broken. He wiped at his lip before swinging at her with a yell. She sidestepped, throwing several jabs into his side, before swinging her leg, hitting the back of his knee. He crumpled to the floor with a grunt. She swung at him, smirking. He whirled, catching her fist, his other fist shooting up, slamming into her elbow, her robotic arm ripping off.
Yang's eyes shot wide as the world around her turned to flames. The Ursa stood before her, her bloody arm in its hands, it muzzle caked in her blood, bits of her flesh caught in its teeth. Yang screamed, falling to the ground, scrambling away, screaming.
She felt herself get flung into the air, grunting as she hit the hard ground. She groaned, closing her eyes, her world spinning, flames and darkness filling her mind. She staggered to her feet, her head swimming as her eyes opened. She yelled as a silver object slammed into her face, knocking her back. She grunted as she was hit, staggering back with each strike. She saw a glint of silver, and ducked low, bolting past the figure attacking her. She glanced back, her breath hitching; the Bear had her arm. He smirked, lumbering after her.
She raised her fist, trying to slow her breathing, her body trembling. He tossed her arm aside, raising his fists, a murderous glint in his eyes. She swung at him with a yell, gasping as he caught fist. Stars exploded in her vision as his elbow slammed into her face. She screamed as she was flung forward, his foot slamming into her back as she was thrown. She hit the ground, groaning in pain. She tried to get up, and yelped as she felt him grab her head.
Her head slammed into the concrete floor, her skull feeling like it was going to crack open. She felt blood run down her face, her vision fuzzy as he lifted her head up again.
"Let's see how you like being beaten once you're down," the Bear growled. She opened her mouth to respond-
-and bit her tongue as her head slammed into the concrete. Blood filled her mouth, her tongue going numb. She felt her head get lifted up, her blood stained hair falling in her eyes, before slamming down, her world going dark.
Yang's body felt numb, a groan escaping her lips as her eyes opened. She lifted her head from the red snow. She blinked, her vision starting to clear up. The buildings around her looked black in the darkness, spots of blood in the white snow. She shivered, realizing her jacket was missing. She sat up, goosebumps running across her body, her breath coming out in a white mist. She looked down at her stump, her expression falling as a phantom pain shot through her. She glanced around her in the snow, sighing; her arm was gone too. She got to her feet, clutching her head as a dizzy spell hit her. She felt dried blood caked on her face, and looked down at her tank top to see specs of blood on it. She looked back at the Hole, sighed, and wrapped her arm around her torso as she left.
The snow fell around her, coating her shoulders, sticking in her hair, chilling her. She wandered through the maze of alleyways, nodding at the homeless as they shot pitiful glances in her direction. The familiar sight of the yellow city lights gave her a small amount of comfort. She reached the bus stop, and sat down, her body aching, her head pounding. She shivered, rubbing her torso, her teeth chattering.
The bus arrived a few minutes later, steam hissing into the air as it stopped in front of her. She got to her feet as the doors slid open, her body stiff, her fingers and feet starting to feel numb. The bus interior was dark, the only light the yellow lights of the city filtering through the window. She sat down in the black chair, rubbing herself, glad for the warmth. The bus started to move, and she leaned back, closing her eyes, resting her head against the window as he body thawed out.
"How are things going? Glad to be back home from Atlas?" Yang opened her eyes, looking into the shadows of the bus. There were two men in white suits sitting off to the side across from her, the yellow lights of the city revealing their faces for brief moments as they sat in the shadows.
"It's fucking terrible," one said. She saw him sneer as the lights flashed over him. "I get back home after that Fall of Beacon shit, and know what I find? My girlfriends some fucking cripple, lost her leg to a Grimm." The man crossed his legs, motioning with his hand. "Every day when I get back home, she's crying in bed; she doesn't cook, she doesn't clean, she doesn't do a fucking thing around the house. Leaves all of it to me even though I'm the one out working." He snorted. "Dumb cunt won't even let me get a good night's rest either; keeps waking me up every night to complain about some nightmare she had or some shit."
"Jeez. That's rough." The other man rested a hand on his chin. "Thought about dumping her? Man like you needs a fitting woman." He laughed. "Can you imagine meeting Jacques with a girl like that, you'd be the embarrassment of the SDC."
"Tell me about it." The man smirked. "That daughter of his, that White or whatever, now there's a girl I wouldn't mind fucking. That pretty face is ruined by that scar of hers but I guess you don't need to be looking at her face when you have her bent over." The other man chuckled.
"Shut up," Yang said. They looked over at her, the one with the girlfriend sneering as he looked at her.
"Got something to say, cripple?" he asked. Yang blinked, the other businessman's mouth parting as he looked at her eyes.
"I said, shut up. You have no idea what your girlfriend is going through, and your selfish ass can't even be bothered to help her." She gave them a coy look. "And speaking from experience, you're not the type of person Weiss would fuck."
"Do you have a death wish, bitch?" The man shouted, getting to his feet.
Yang's lip twitched into a smile as she rose from her seat.
The bus slowed to a stop, steam wafting as the doors opened. Yang shook the blood off her hand as she stepped off the bus. The night air stung her, the cold wrapping around her as the bus left. She looked around, trying to get her bearings. None of the buildings had lights on, the streets lacking streetlamps, the Wall looming over them a short distance away.
She started to walk down the street, shivering, trembling. It couldn't be too far away. The snow started to fall harder, the cold chilling her to the bone. She felt relief as those familiar neon lights appeared, and quickened her pace.
There was no line, the bouncer cocking an eyebrow as she went in. Warmth hit her, her numbed body starting to tingle.
The dark crowd on the dance floor was the smallest she had seen it, only one woman on one of the crystal pillars. The bear dj was missing, some man she didn't know at the dj stand. The bass was pounding, but it didn't seem as loud as she remembered. Red and white neon lights flashed throughout the club, and she actually smiled when she looked over at the bar. A burly man with a beard sat there, two Gothic Lolita's on either side of him, all of them sipping from their martini's as they watched the dancing crowd.
She made her way over to them, her body still trembling as she took the seat next to Miltia. The bartender glanced at her stump, cleaning a glass.
"Strawberry sunrise, please. Make it a double." The bartender started mixing her drink. She saw Junior turn in his seat, and heard him inhale sharply when he saw her.
"Sweet cheeks? The hell you doing here?" She turned to face him. He grimaced, looking at her stump. His eyes darted to the blood on her hand, her face, and the melting snow coating her. "The hell happened to you? You look like shit," he said. The bartender set her drink on the counter. She grabbed the glass, downing it like a shot. She shuddered as the liquor warmed her.
"I've had a shitty day, Junior. I can't really go home, and this is the only other place I thought I could go to." Junior glanced at her stump before grunting, turning back to the crowd. Yang tapped on the counter, the bartender nodded, and started mixing her another. She looked at the crowd. "Slow day?"
"It's like, three in the morning, most of the crowd's gone," Miltia said. The bartender set her drink on the counter. She downed it, some of it running down her chin. She set it down, tapping on the counter. The bartender nodded, fixing her third.
"I mean, it has been a little bit slower. We aren't getting as many Faunus customers due to that curfew," Melanie said. The bartender set her drink down. Junior looked over at her as she chugged it.
"Taking it a little fast there, aren't you?" She set the drink down, shuddering, her head feeling fuzzy. She tapped the counter. The bartender nodded.
"I know my limits," Yang said. She grabbed the glass when he set it down, draining it, most of it spilling onto her as she chugged it. She dropped the glass, a wave of nausea hitting her. She gagged, vomit at the back of her throat., her hand going to her mouth. She fell from the bar stool, retching onto the floor, her vomit a bright orange.
"Ah fuck. Melanie, go get the mop." Yang looked up, her eyes watering. Junior motioned at the bartender to cut her off. She gagged, retching again. She heard heels clicking, and an annoyed groan as Melanie walked off. "Miltia, get her cleaned up."
"Fiiiine," Miltia said, annoyed.
Miltia grabbed her, lifting her up with a grunt. Yang groaned, her stomach doing flips as Miltia dragged her to the bathroom. Yang's nose wrinkled as the rank odor hit her. They stopped in front of the graffiti covered sink.
"Sit," Miltia said. Yang grimaced at the sink counter, swallowing back bile as a wave of nausea hit her again. She hopped onto the counter, situating herself in front of Miltia. Miltia grabbed a few paper towels, turning on one of the sinks, running the towels under the water. Miltia stood in front of her, grasping her head and yanking it down to her eye level. The cloth was cool, damp, as Miltia dabbed it at her lips and chin, wiping away the vomit. She tossed it in a trash bin before grabbing one of the other paper towels, and dampening it as well. She stood in front of Yang again, running the cool towel against her face, the cloth turning red. Yang hissed as Miltia dabbed it on her forehead. Miltia stepped back, cocking her head to the side as she looked Yang over. She tossed the bloody towel in the bin, and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms.
"Like, I don't really care, but what happened?"
"Which part?" Yang asked. Miltia shrugged.
"Whatever you wanna say." Miltia said. Yang motioned to her forehead.
"Lost a fight," she said. Miltia snorted.
"Yeah, no duh." She started to inspect her nails. "So like, did you get into a fight at home?" Yang looked down, and sighed, her shoulder's slumping.
"Yeah," she said.
"I know you don't care, but, I know what that's like." Yang looked over at her. Miltia kept her gaze on her immaculate crimson nails. "My sister's wasn't the brightest when we were kids, and that made my dad pretty mad when we were younger." Miltia snorted. "So one day I had enough, and took my sister and left. Junior found us, and he kinda raised us from then on."
Yang gripped the counter, unsure of what to say. Miltia stopped looking at her nail, crossing her arms again.
"I… I didn't get this at home. I left because I got into an argument with my dad." She motioned to her head again. "I got this at the Hole." Yang said. Miltia said nothing for a moment.
"Why were you there?" she asked. She shot a glance at her stump. "They let you fight?"
"I had a prosthetic but…" Yang rubbed the end of her stump. "I kinda lost it in my fight." Yang sighed. "I kinda grew up down there. My dad didn't have a job, and he didn't really take care of me. My uncle helped out sometimes but he mostly focused on my sister. I learned how to fight down there, and used the money I earned to pay the bills and crap until my dad got back on his feet." Miltia shook her head. She looked up at Yang.
"You're stomach's messed up right now so," she held up a hand, pretending to hold a cup. Miltia smiled at her. "To crappy dads." Yang laughed gently, shaking her head before making the same gestur, bumping her hand against hers.
"To bad dads."
The sun was starting to break the horizon when her house came into view, casting the house in golden light. Yang exhaled, her breath a pale white mist, and clutched the jacket Junior had given her closer to her body. The snow had stopped falling, coating the dead black trees like a white blanket. She trudged through the snow, and stopped before her front door. She sighed, and opened the door.
Her father was passed out in his chair, Glynda sleeping on the couch. Yang grimaced as she looked at them; this was gonna suck. She shut the door, and quietly made her way to the stairs. She climbed them, and went to her room, flopping down onto her bed. Her sheets were so soft and warm, the mattress like a cloud. She looked up at her nightstand, her expression falling as she looked at the empty space on it. She closed her eyes, rubbing the end of her stump as it itched.
It's gonna be a little while until we get back to the canon story. Have Blake's original chapter to do, Winter's, and...hm...who am I mising?