Chapter 8
She was her sister!
Yang rolled to the side.
How could she be so callous?
Her sleep was fitful.
His handsome smirk.
Had anyone been awake, they'd have shaken Yang to her senses.
"I always have time to talk to you."
The brawler rolled back.
"You're mine, Yang Xaio Long."
Her fists clenched.
"I…I can't do this anymore. I'm done…with it all."
Yang bolted upright.
She was her sister!
When Yang woke up, not only was she greeted by exhaustion, but by Roman's voice.
Jaune and Neo still slept, and it seemed Roman had no intention of waking them. He leaned against a tree, softly singing.
"Whatever words I had,
"Only made you mad,
"Your desire reflected,
"By my shallow image,
"So desperate,
"For something…anything…"
"What's it called?" Yang murmured as Roman trailed off.
He turned his head, unsurprised Yang had heard him. "One Side Incomplete. Something I wrote in my youth."
"You wrote it?" Yang quirked an eyebrow. "I'm impressed."
"Heh, believe it or not, blondie," Roman chuckled, "but I used to have a dream of being a singer. That goal shriveled up like most of my others."
"Did you ever think about going back to it?"
"Once or twice," admitted Roman. "But it's not exactly the easiest profession to slip into. Particularly for a known criminal. And I had Neo to look after."
"Look after?"
"Kid, she's mute. Shouldn't be hard to figure out." Roman growled.
Yang nodded. Laying back down, the blonde closed her eyes. Her exhaustion drifted away as Roman's voice turned melodic.
"That look on your face,
"So cold…so cold…"
She was driving. A car, not her motorbike. Yang didn't own a car.
Ruby sat in the passenger seat. Her face held an uncharacteristic frown.
Yang glanced at her. The girl's lips were moving, but no sound was made.
Her calloused hand fumbled with the radio. It made no sound.
Another glance at Ruby. Now she was yelling, looking angrier than Yang had ever seen.
Fusing her eyelids shut, the brawler tried to wake up. To rejoin the living world from this nightmare.
The rain kept sprinkling against the windshield. The beads of water splattered without a sound.
A hand gripped Yang's shoulder. Ruby was crying now, but the anger still lingered.
The blonde let go of the wheel like it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Welcome to civilization," Yang snarked.
The remnants of a city lay before them. But the true city resided in the subway terminals. The safest place from the Knights.
"Let's get this over with, then," Roman glumly muttered.
Yang wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. Jaune opened his mouth to speak, but never got the chance.
"Fate is an interesting thing, is it not?" A low voice fell from above. "It would seem impossible to run into one person I knew, much less four."
The quartet looked up, and saw a man dressed in green.
Lie Ren gave a small wave, and a light smile.
