My hands are itching to boot up steam and play KCD, but Henry can wait for a while. Now, while I think I do have an idea on what to write, it's nebulous at best. But eh, doesn't matter – better to write something than nothing.


Blake, as much as she doesn't like to recall this aspect of herself, is familiar with death. Violent death.

She'd knew people who had one day go out on a scouting mission only to never come back, she'd seen people brought back all beat-up and bloody from a botched raid who then died at camp, and she'd seen as Adam and the others cut down SDC guards when they ambush dust convoys.

She recalled how she threw up at the sight of her first dead body. She recalled how Adam had comforted her, telling her that its fine and that he'd done the same too, and of how they were just doing what they have to do and there's no pleasure to be taken from it.

A violent necessity for all faunuskind.

But then there's that man who barged into their dorm… the one who just up and shot someone – for no sensible reason – and then laughed.

He had her shuddering in reminder of the White Fang's more 'effective' fighters not only because how they're alike, but also for somehow being worse.

She had used Gambol Shroud's ribbon and hogtied the man at their leader's behest, and they had then quickly decided to hand the man over to the Deputy Headmistress. Her office is somewhere near the headmaster's tower, and classes are done for the day, so the walk should've been a straightforward affair.

Should've. Except that Beacon had turned into a warzone.

They had taken exactly ten steps outside of their dorm and turned around a corner when they found themselves caught in the crossfire of what seems like two people, dressed similarly (in an loose sense) as their captive, firing at each other from a pair of dorms across they hallway.

The team back-pedaled quickly and Ruby, for the sake of their auraless captive who had been wounded, had the team take a long route out around to reach the infirmary.

Blake expected the man to be moaning in pain – who wouldn't be after getting shot in the gut? – but he just talked all of their ears off with his complaints about 'incapacitation' and about how he isn't getting 'rezzed'. Blake had the man figured for a psychopath, but it seems like she'll have to add delusional to the list as well.

Gods. If it wasn't for his wounds, and her doubts of the VPD's ability to handle the amount of ordinance flying around campus, she'd hand him over to the police.

"Blake, can we move?"

Blake looked back to where the rest of the team is stacked up the wall behind her, and her eyes landed on an annoyed-looking Yang who is carrying their captive and had asked the question.

"None of the doors in the hallway are open and I don't see anybody." Blake shrugged, "But I'm trying to listen in and make sure."

"Well hurry up, will you? I have blood on my shirt!"

"Someone rezz meee!"

Ignoring their captive, Blake ensured that there wasn't anything lying in wait for them before signaling for the team to move forwards. They're nearing the nurse's office now, which Blake recognizes for how the corridors had transitioned to decorated dormitories and carpeted stairs into a narrow, more bare-bones and brutalistic design frequently used in staff areas.

The infirmary should just be right around the-

"Waiiit!" The captive started to try and thrash about but Blake saw Yang hold him firmly, "I gotta go back! Hey, don't ignore me!"

"Shut up!" Growled a very annoyed Yang whose only reason for not dragging the man instead of carrying him is that she doesn't want her sister to see something like that.

Their captive seemed to have switched to a new set of complaints, unfortunately it wasn't any less annoying to listen to. Blake sighed as she peek around another corner, it was oddly quiet around these parts.

"The safe zone's shrinking!" Their captive shouts out, "Come on, this ain't cool – I gotta go back!"

"Go back to what? Committing another murder in cold blood!?" A frustrated Weiss asked, her white outfit stained red with the captive's blood after she'd dragged him out of the crossfire. "What sort of insanity has befallen Beacon!? Gods, I should've stayed in Atlas…"

"That's just how the gam-"

"Weiss, take that bac-!"

Before either Ruby or their captive could finish their responses, a wall of blue light passed by them. Blake only had a second to tense, thinking that it was another ambush, but it was proven to be unnecessary when the wall of light harmlessly went past her – without even a tingle to her hair for all its electrifying appearance.

The same couldn't be said for their prisoner however.

"H-hey guys!?" A panicked Yang grabs the attention of the team, and they all turn and are shocked to see their captive rapidly bleeding in her arms. "A LITTLE HELP HERE!?"

"Did the bandages come off!?" Blake rushes forwards to check, and she was horrified to see that while the bandages are still there, the captive is bleeding out so fast that the bandages are completely red and wet with blood.

"Well, I'm GG you fucks."

Blake stared with wide-eyed disbelief at the captive's casual dismissal of his mortal wounds for a moment before pulling Yang along forwards. "We need to get to the nurse now!" She commanded, and the rest of the team quickly ran with them. "He's bleeding much worse than I thought!"

But how? He'd only been struck by a single bullet. And while it landed itself into the captive's gut and there was a lot of blood involved there, she'd put her 'field experience' into use and managed to staunch the bleeding. Had she messed it up? Was there another step that she missed or didn't know about? She was so sure that she'd done it right…

Turning around the last corner, Blake dismissed the thoughts in her head and focused on one thing – the doors with a large red crosses painted on them both. A black-and-red blur sped past her, and Ruby Rose then re-appeared at the end of the hallway to open the doors into the infirmary for them. Mentally thanking their team leader, Blake and Yang rushed past the doorway and into the familiar anti-sceptic scent of the infirmary.

"Miss Tsune!" Yang gasped out. Running doesn't usually tire her, but she had to carry unexpected baggage this time around. "Miss, we have a… a…"

As the heart-pounding beat in their ears is replaced with a sharp noise, Yang and Blake could only stare on in shock at the sight before them – in a infirmary made to handle ten or so patients, there are bloodied-up and oddly-dressed people nearly twice that amount – with gears varying from seemingly nothing, to fully armored.

"No! No! No! Why!? What happened!?"

A lone fox faunus in a nurse outfit frantically went from one patient to each other, with her usually off-putting attitude replaced by an uncharacteristic panic as she desperately checked her patients over, then the machines, before returning to her patients once more. Eventually, it seems that the faunus had had enough and she fell down on her knees and looked at the ceiling, with the light reflecting off the tears in her eyes.

"I haven't finished giving them medicineeee!" Tsune, the nurse of Beacon nobody wanted to be placed under, wailed in despair.

It's only then that the girls recognized that the sharp noise in their ears is actually the sound of multiple ECGs going flatline.


Originally, I had wanted the captive to melt in their hands like butter in the Sahara – hence why Blake's little recollection of violent deaths at the top – but fuck knows what happened to it.

I wish I could say that I'm glad I managed to write this all up, but I don't feel like congratulating myself on this one. What should've taken a couple of hours or so instead took up a whole lot more. There wasn't a lot of fun scenes here unlike Nora's, either.

Ugh, gotta improve on these.

Oh yeah, I got Nurse Tsune from Coeur's stuff. He's great, go read his stories if you haven't already.