Oh my it has been a while hasn't it? Well, life is getting in the way as usual, but I still find the time to write and continue my favorite fanfic. Hopefully everyone, old and new will continue to read and enjoy. I would appreciate any reviews and comments to help me write better. Thank you all, until the next chapter~
(Oh, rape trigger warning! Please be careful when reading!)
Weiss stayed silent. From the inside of the steel crate, she could hear screaming outside, and gunshots. The heiress was afraid. She felt so helpless, so useless. Ever since the start of the attacks, she has been riding on Yang's back, quite literally too. "All this training to be a part of the family business… what did it teach me?! How will piano… horseback riding… reading books… how will any of that help me here?! How can I ever hope to help Yang…" Weiss cried again, sobbing in the corner of the steel container quietly.
Suddenly the heiress heard the lock of the metal container slide open slowly, and she forced herself to wipe away the tears, and still her sobs while holding her breath. Was it Yang? Weiss tried to stand up, using the wall of the container to help herself as she shuffled toward the door. The pain was beginning to subside, but it was still awkward to walk on the foot, as it caused discomfort. "Yang? Is… is that you?" She breathed out quietly.
The metal door slid open slowly and she saw a glint of metal slowly slide in, along with a small rectangular card atop it. Then the door closed once again, but no lock was heard.
Weiss made her way to the door and reached blindly for the object, picking up what felt like a gun. It was small, and fit in her small hand, but heavy. She carefully inspected it, already nervous of just holding the thing. To her memory and the feel of the gun, it was a small revolver. She had handled the one Yang had before, and this was very similar. The hammer was the trigger, and the cylinder spun, with the added weight, she could tell it was loaded. Weiss kept her finger away from what felt like the trigger, and her breathing became a bit unstable. Could she fire a gun. Could she do it to protect herself, or Yang?
The ice queen gripped the gun firmly, tears formed at the edges of her eyes. "No… no more tears… no more being useless… Yang… Yang is counting on me…" The whitette grit her teeth.
"Hey, what's in this crate?" Weiss heard someone yell from outside the door. It was an unrecognizable voice, yet one that was familiar. She began to shuffle to the back of the crate, taking care to hide the gun behind her.
The door opened up and the person revealed was a suave looking teen with silver hair and deep blue eyes. It was one of Cardin's friends that crossed the bridge with them. Sky Lark if she remembered correctly.
At first he had a look of surprise when he saw Weiss, but it quickly turned into a grin. "This crate seems empty, I'll go check the back of it to make sure… you can go look at the other ones." He said to someone Weiss couldn't see.
The heiress breathed a sigh of relief, it was good to see someone covering for her. But what was he doing here? Her moment of relief suddenly became fear as he slowly shut the door, and in the darkness Weiss could make out the sounds of a belt unbuckling, as well as a zipper being undone, and instantly, Weiss knew very well what was going to happen. She wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for him to stop, but her voice faltered.
"I get to enjoy the princess of the Schnee company? Haha, I knew this apocalypse was the best thing to happen… You better not scream bitch, or else it won't just be me having a turn!" A soft, evil chuckle echoed through the container, and Weiss jumped when she felt hands grab her legs.
"No…. no…! Please… No!" She begged in a whisper, her last attempt at any kind of defense. She was afraid and her body trembled. She tried to kick at him, but he held down her legs and tried to pry them apart. Her hands instantly went to the gun, but she stopped.
"You'll start to feel good, don't worry. Stop struggling." Sky forcefully growled.
Weiss panicked, not knowing what to do. Her mind raced, and she could only ask herself one question. 'What would Yang do…?'
She slowly pulled the gun up in front of her, doing her best to keep her legs together, knowing her target couldn't see her, as well as she couldn't see him, but he was there, right in front of her. It was going to be her, or him, and Weiss knew what she had to do. Her hands were trembling terribly, and her heart felt like it was about to burst, but she could feel the warmth of a hand placed on hers. An imaginary Yang was there, behind her, steadying her. Calming her. Weiss pointed the gun forward, into the darkness. His threats and the sounds of her struggles faded into darkness, until only her heartbeat and breathing echoed in her head. Her thumb felt around until it felt the hammer, and with a bit of pressure she pushed it down until it clicked.
"Dumb bitch, I said stop resisting!" Sky snarled, punching Weiss in the thigh. She yelped in pain, but it didn't matter. It fueled her resolve. He hurt her, it was her turn to hurt him.
"Remember Weiss. At this distance… You can't miss." The imaginary Yang said with what Weiss could imagine was the biggest grin the blonde could have, her warm voice tickling her ear. The heiress sucked in a breath, closed her eyes in the darkness, and let her finger pull the trigger.
Bang!
The loud sound echoed through the container and caused a ringing in Weiss' ears, but she felt the forceful hands on her legs slip off, and the container shook.
Still trembling, the heiress tried to stand up, but faltered. She fell forward and atop a warm body, she quickly stood up, and for now the energy coursing through her veins prevented her from feeling the small pain in her foot, but she felt sticky, and her hands and knees were covered in a thick liquid.
Through the darkness she limped toward the door, pressing her ear up against it. It was quiet, but she could hear shuffling coming from outside. Weiss groaned and limped back to the corner of the container, making herself as small as possible but still holding the gun. She sat with her knees up in front of her, and used her knees as a stable point for her arms, as she held the gun out in front of her. She didn't know if the next person to open the door was friend or foe, but she didn't want to take any chances.
Pyrrha, Jaune, Nora and Ren turned to see Yang fall. Cardin stood there with his shotgun, grinning like a maniac. Nora screamed and ran toward him, spear at the ready. The brunet just pointed the muzzle right at her chest. Ren yelled and tackled Nora as Cardin let loose a barrel of buckshot. Some pellets tore into Ren's shoulder as he pushed Nora out of the way, and the rest of the shot hit some of the fifteen survivors helping push back the Grimm.
Everyone froze as the shot rang out. But that did nothing to stop the new waves of Grimm entering through the fence.
"Whoops, you better get to killing those Grimm or else I might have to tell my boys to start shooting… and you might get caught in the crossfire…" Cardin laughed maniacally, giving a whistle. 8 guys walked into the fortress behind Cardin, 4 of which, like Cardin, sported guns. Seemingly from his original crew.
Pyrrha grit her teeth and looked to Jaune. "Help patch up Ren and the others that got shot, I'll go deal with the Grimm." She turned her back on the gunslingers and rallied the others, pushing them to go deal with the Grimm. Many stood still, but reluctantly followed after her.
Cardin gestured to the camp and the crates. "Go boys. Take what we can carry and lets leave." The 8 goons chuckled and stalked off, leaving Pyrrha and her survivors to fight of the Grimm.
"You… YOU BASTARD! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHOVE MY SPEAR UP YOUR ASS YOU BI-"
The brunet slammed his foot on Nora's face, causing her to fall back. "You know Nora, you would be cute if you didn't open your useless mouth. If I were you I would be worrying about whether or not your boyfriend will live to see tomorrow."
Nora groaned as she wiped her face, blood oozed from a bruise on her forehead from when he curb stomped her. She hugged Ren and inspected his wounds, his shoulder torn from the buckshot.
"That… that looks bad…" Jaune said quietly, as he carried a first aid kit to Nora.
"Sh-shut up Jaune…" Nora whined. She didn't want to believe it. Tears fell from her eyes as she shakily took the kit from Jaune, trying to get the gauze. "You stupid… you're not supposed… supposed to get hurt protecting me…"
"Luckily it was just his shoulder... " the blond pursed his lips and helped Nora bandage the shoulder.
"It… feels bad, that's for sure…" Ren finally said through his pain of being shot at. "I honestly thought I died right then and there."
"You better not! I will kill you if you die Ren!" Nora cried and buried her face into his chest, sobbing.
"Ah… Nora… that's not how dying works…" The oriental man coughed. "It hurts to laugh…"
Cardin looked back at where Yang was lying, and to his surprise, her body wasn't there. "What? Hey, guys, where's the chick that I just bashed?" He asked his goons. They just shrugged as they continued to look for things to take.
The shotgun wielding bully scratched his head. "Well, maybe a grimm grabbed her." He shrugged and walked toward some of the bigger crates, where he was certain food was in.
Yang's eyes fluttered open as she felt cold liquid dripping down her face. Her nose felt like it was stuffy, and she could just faintly sniff out the smell of iron through what little air her nose could muster. She groaned and sat up, her head hitting the top of whatever she was in as soon as she was sitting upright. Her vision began to clear and she realized she was in the backseat of a small car. She looked around and to her dismay, a couple occupied the front and passenger seats.
"Yo, looks like we caught you just in time huh?" Spoke a girl with a familiar voice. She had green hair, dark skin, and loose dressings. Emerald was her name, as Yang recalled. An empty water bottle in her hand signified that was used to wake her up.
"Haha, your nose looked really funny, but you'll be okay. Good thing we managed to sneak you out of there before the grimm came shambling in." Spoke a man with silver hair and almost dressy attire. Since Emerald was there, it was only fair Mercury was too. They just sat in the car and looked ahead.
Yang took the bait and looked through the windshield. It was the outpost she was just in, grimm surrounding the crates and containers, banging on them. It only served to attract more grimm to the scene.
"It looks pretty bad Yang. Your friends are still there, so maybe you should help them out." Emerald gave a mischievous smile.
The blonde brawler kept up her guard. "What do you want me to do." She growled. The tiny hairs on her neck stood on end. She was being toyed with, and she hated that. But she also couldn't deny she needed to help everyone in the outpost. Especially Weiss.
"Look, all you need to do is drive away the grimm from the walls." The green haired girl continued to smile in Yang's face.
"What do you get out of it?"
"Nothing really. We just wanna join the outpost. But we can't if it looks like… well. That." Emerald gestured at the horde.
"You're gonna need this Blondie." Merc finally spoke up, and handed Yang a whistle. "Also, check the trunk. It'll have something you may need." The silver haired man finished and continued to lean back in the chair. "Goes without saying, but don't die. You have a princess waiting for you after all." He finished with a chuckle.
The blonde thought it over for a second. These people were definitely suspicious, but, for what? She shook her head and took the whistle with string. "I'll do it."
"Good luck."
Yang stepped out of the car, the pain in her nose subsided. She slipped the string around her neck so she wouldn't have to hold onto it. She still carried the magnum holstered behind her. She hadn't quite got the chance to use it, but nonetheless it was there for comfort. She popped open the trunk of their green car and found a backpack with a steel baseball bat. Yang slung the bag over her shoulder and pulled out the steel bat before closing the trunk.
The brawler walked toward the outpost and gave Merc's window one last knock before walking toward the horde. She took deep breaths. The amount of grimm was about 45 to 50, something she could never take on alone. Yang grit her teeth and plucked the whistle from her chest before taking one last deep breath. "I hope you're still safe Weiss…" Then blew into the whistle.
Weiss sat in the darkness, she could hear the door being opened, and a crack of light shown. Suddenly, it stopped.
"What the fuck was that?" An unfamiliar voice rang out.
"Sounded like a whistle… shit, the cops? The military?"
"Fuck someone go tell Cardin, we gotta dip!"
The heiress heard running, leaving the crate presumably. She stayed put for a few moments, listening. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally stood up. Her legs and skirt were dripping with… she dare not think about it. She shakily made her way to the door. As she made it, she kicked a small card. Remembering that the card came with the gun, she lowered herself and picked it up before slowly peeking through the crack of the open door. Weiss deemed the area clear before opening it up, and slipping out.
Out in the setting sun, Weiss finally took a look at the card. It was a playing card, with the Queen of Hearts. Confused, she flipped the card over and on the red patterned backing, was the word 'Responsibility.' Confused, the heiress stuck the card in a pocket and wobbled away from the crate.
Weiss looked around the outpost. It was quieter than usual, but she could see Pyrrha slowly letting people out of the crates. She scanned the crowds, looking for a familiar blonde, or Jaune and Ren at least. She was a bit far, so she decided it would be best to speak with Pyrrha.
"Slowly, carefully please. No pushing or shoving…" Pyrrha sighed as she guided the women and children out of the crate. There was a somber and heavy silence among the survivors.
"Pyrrha? Where's Yang? Or Ren and Jaune?" the heiress asked as she tapped Pyrrha's shoulder.
"Hm? Oh! Weiss! Thank goodness you're okay! You're… You are covered in blood?! Are you okay?!" The athlete grabbed Weiss' shoulders, looking down at her legs and skirt which were indeed dyed crimson.
The rest of the people passing through the crate gave Weiss curious or disgusted stares.
"Y-yeah, long story. But where's Yang? Is she okay?"
Pyrrha pursed her lips. "I don't know. You could probably ask Jaune. They're over there at the infirmary tent." The redhead pointed at a tent with a red cross on it. "Check up on them for me will you? I'm also sure you can find something to wash yourself off with there."
"Thank you Pyrrha." Weiss nodded and headed over to the tent.
By the time Weiss got to the infirmary tent, Jaune and Nora were sitting beside a bedridden Ren. "Weiss! Good to see you're… covered in blood?!" Jaune stands up in shock. Ren looks wide eyed up at the heiress and Nora looks at her thoughtfully.
"I think she looks cool. A battered princess who bathed in the blood of her enemies. Sick." The ginger nodded in acceptance of her own words.
"I'm okay… I don't wanna talk about it." The heiress sighed. "Though Ren, are you okay?"
The raven haired man chuckled, his shoulder all bandaged up. "Feels like hell but I'll be fine. Having Nora by my side really helps."
Nora blushed and booped Ren's nose. "I'm not going anywhere."
The rather wholesome scene made Weiss and Jaune blush, as well as it being a bit awkward. "Well I'm going to go and see if Pyrrha needs anything done, I'll be back." Jaune said quickly before skedaddling.
Weiss just awkwardly parted from the couple and sat on a folding chair, a container of wet wipes were there and she figured that would be best for cleaning herself off. "Ugh… I wish I had a bath right about now…" As if to mock her words, thunder crackled above the harbor.
Footsteps echoed down the alleyways, splashing puddles as rain pelted everything below the clouds. The sounds of pitter-patter on metal roofs, trash cans, car hoods, the sidewalk helped to mask the runner. A shambling horde of grimm began to lose interest in their prey, their sense of hearing diminished by the rush of rain and thunder from above. The runner stopped, long, flowing blonde hair was wet down by the falling water.
Yang took a breath, seeing the grimm wander around, dispersing as they followed whatever sound attracted them the most. She breathed heavily and put her hands on her knees. Her job was done. She had lured most of the grimm away from the outpost. It was her turn to get back. About 20 or so minutes had passed since the downpour.
Walking around downtown, it may have been a week but people were still running around and looting stores. Many of them gave Yang a look of suspicion before running away with what little goods they could find. Some people were being mugged, stripped of their items before being kicked into the street. It was chaos. Some men were laughing from an apartment building, just out of the rain enough to shoot at grimm passing by, without a care in the world.
Yang wondered if Vale was always like this, or if the situation had deteriorated. She tried to figure out where the military and police went. Did they get overrun as well? So many unknown factors. One thing was for sure though. As the clouds covered the sky, and the sun setting, somewhere in the distance, the spotlights of Beacon Academy shone through the darkness.
The sun set quicker than expected, and now Yang walked quietly through the rain. Streetlights were out, and it was hard to see where all the grimm were. Yang traveled the alleyways with the power out and navigating became difficult. The occasional flashes of lightning would illuminate everything for a split second.
By this time, her yellow tank top and basketball shorts were soaked to her skin, if she didn't get out of this rain soon, she knew she would be facing illnesses of sorts, as her body temperature was dropping. Thoughts of seeing Weiss again kept her moving. It was as if she knew a certain ice princess was there, waiting and worrying about her. Yang couldn't help but smile. "I wonder if she'll slap me when I get back…"
CRACK!
Another thunder strike broke Yang's fantasy. She shook her head and kept walking in the direction she thought she ran from. A lot of grimm began to clutter the alleyways, as she used the rain to mask her walking, trying to avoid them as much as possible. They seemed to be much more unresponsive in the rain, either from the noise or the cold itself, Yang hadn't a clue.
"If the grimm don't kill me… this rain will…" The blonde shivered. She tried to jog in place a bit, to warm herself up. She needed to keep moving. But where was she? When she was running from the fort, she kept in one direction, but winding through these alleys and dodging grimm have disoriented her. Yang furrowed her brow, confusion had set in. Her body was getting colder and colder as the rain had no intentions of letting up.
"Wait… Which way…" The blonde suddenly stumbled, pushing over something as she fell. "Why am I… feeling so tired…?" She paused, sitting on the paved alley floor to catch her breath, which was steadily getting quicker, as if she wasn't getting enough air. "I… What? What's… happening…" She coughed. Yang could hear groans through the thunder and rain. It seemed like some grimm was nearby. She looked around and saw a steel trash can had been toppled near her. It seemed she was the one who pushed it over. "C… Crap I need to…" Her words became slurred. A foot splashed a puddle in front of her. She didn't even have the strength to stand. Yang slowly closed her eyes, as the feeling and sound of rain faded away. Her final thoughts were of a beautiful white haired heiress, giving Yang a smile as a tear ran down her cheek.
Ruby Rose kicked at some rocks. A week had passed since the lockdown of the Atlas port. The military had the entire harbor secured. "Mama, what's happening? Why can't we go back home? I still have all summer to laze around!" She groaned.
Summer shrugged and placed a hand on her youngest daughter's head, ruffling her black hair with red highlights. "We'll be able to go home soon. I'm sure Yang is waiting for us."
"Hm? Did you just say Yang?" A voice suddenly rang out.
The startled mother and daughter turned to look in the direction of the voice. A raven haired girl with a black bow atop her head was there. The girl sported a black shirt and a red plaid skirt. She quickly cleared her throat and turned away. "Sorry, I was thinking of a friend of mine."
"Oh, no worries. Yang is my older sister. She's back in Vale." Ruby answered the stranger.
"Is she blonde, have purple eyes, and loves to make puns?"
"Yeah! That's exactly her. Wait… How did you know?"
Summer eyed the raven haired girl suspiciously. "Yang hasn't traveled outside of Vale yet… how did you know who she is…?"
"Oh! We uh… we play games together…" The black haired girl bowed, Ruby could have sworn her bow moved.
"Hm… You must be… Bella… booty?" Summer said carefully, trying to stifle a laugh about the name.
Bellabooty blushed and slapped her hand over her face. "That… idiot…" She groaned. "Blake… Blake BellaDONNA." The stranger finally introduced, extending a hand toward Summer.
"Ah, Blake then. I am Summer Rose. Yang's mom." She said as she shook her hand.
"And I'm Ruby!" The bubbly girl beside her chimed in.
"So, you say Yang is back in Vale? I can… help you get a ship…" Blake said carefully, eyeing Summer and Ruby up and down.
"Can you? How so?" Summer raised a brow, looking at Blake with a bit of suspicion.
The raven haired Blake just simply smiled. "I know a guy. Plus, Yang owes me a lot for all the bets we've made from gaming, so I would just love to meet her." She began walking away from the port, beckoning to the two to follow.
Summer grabbed Ruby's hand and gave it a squeeze, before the mother and daughter followed after Blake.
