Hey guys King Sorrow here, I got some great reviews from that last chapter. Thanks so much for reading and enjoying this story. Oh, and if any of you like The Legend of Zelda, My friend knowlee has a fantastic fanfic called, Flames of Change, its long but I promise its worth the read so check it out if you want to. Well here is Chapter 7 enjoy.
Blake lay in her bed back in her room at the White Fang base. The room was dark beside the light from the lamp that sat on her nightstand, its glow stretched over her as she held her grim mask over her head staring at it. She heard the low hum of the air conditioner click on and cool air began pouring into her room. She had always thought that killing someone would have hurt her, tore out some piece of who she was but. Now, after she had done it, she felt nothing and that scared her more then anything. 'Just how far gone am I?' she wondered.
She thought back on what had happened. After Ruby and her had proven their loyalty they had taken the Dustologist and the dust crystal back to the airship with them, leaving the three surviving soldiers to pass on the message to the rest of Remnant. The ride back to the base had been eerily quiet, the antsy girl that had hummed sang, and fidgeted the whole way there was now gone. In her place was a small girl wrapped tightly in a red hood, she cried softly behind her mask. Blake hadn't seen the girl's tears or heard them, but she could sense them.
The rest of the day they had spent in debriefing and heard a speech from the new leader, he was a man who believed that they could elevate the faunus race to a level of respect and power and the White Fang was going to be the spear head.
Blake had long since pushed the test of loyalty from her mind by then, choosing to focus on other things, but the new girl had remained silent and moved through the day as if she was a zombie.
Blake blinked and sighed. 'I hope this didn't do something irreversible to the girl.' She thought. Even Blake could see that killing wasn't that girl's style. 'Why do I care, if she is weak enough for this to break her then she has no place here.' She thought harshly and rolled over on her side, the metal mattress springs creaking underneath her as she placed her mask beside the lamp on the bedside table then clicked the lamp off plunging the room into darkness. "I hope I made the right choice." she thought back on the test then pushed it from her mind getting comfortable in bed and drifted off to sleep, her mind invaded with thoughts of that girl and her song.
On the other side of the dorms Ruby sat nearly nude in the shower, when she had entered her room she had torn her clothes off. Even though there wasn't any she felt like she was covered in the soldier's blood. Now she sat with her knees to her chest, her cloak, that she held tightly around her, was heavy with the warm water that was cascading down over her, and the hood was pulled low over the mask that she had kept on.
'How could I do that?' she questioned herself, 'I killed him.' She clutched her head as she heard the man's voice in her head repeating his name in her head over and over. She felt the mask, and a scream poured from her mouth, why was she still wearing this cursed thing. She ripped it off her face breaking the band that held it on and hurled it away from her, it glanced of the edge of the shower with a thud, bounced off the wall and spun across the floor and into the corner.
'I should have never came here, he said I wouldn't have to kill anyone, he lied!' she thought savagely in her head. She could pull the plug on this and leave, but then killing him would have meaningless. 'What do I do?' she wondered distraught. A face appeared in her head. A girl with lilac eyes and long blonde wavy hair framing her head.
'Get up.' Ruby could hear her voice in her head. 'Your stronger than this. Get up and finish what you started.' She opened her eyes as the face faded from her mind. She stood shakily, wiping the tears and water from her face and turned the water off. Her sister was right. She had to finish this. But first she needed to get some sleep.
She stepped out of the shower and pulled her soaked hood off. Sniffing softly she spread it open over the shower curtain so it would dry. Then reached over to the towel rack, grabbing a plain white towel and dried her self off. She stared at the fogged over mirror for a moment, then hesitantly she wiped a spot clean and stared at her reflection. The pale skinned girl with wet hair and puffy eyes was her, but something was missing, she could see it in her own eyes. Something was gone.
She started to tear up again but shook her head. 'No more of that.' she told herself and hung the towel back on the rack and left the bathroom, the air conditioner had kicked on while she was in the bath room and now her room was cold, the cool air made goosebumps cover her skin and she hurried to her duffel bag since she hadn't unpacked yet and put on a pair of underwear and her white sweatpants covered with red roses and then donned a black tank top with a cute beowulf on it, choosing to forgo the bra then hurried to her bed and climbed beneath the covers.
Surprisingly she fell asleep quickly since she was emotionally and physically drained.