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AN: Hey all. Art is really demanding since I'm given SO many projects. Luckily, I have enough time to make this one chapter. It's an extra, but it sheds a bit more background on one character while giving small hints of what's to come next in the upcoming future.
History: Blake
Cold. That was the feeling Blake felt as she woke up everyday next to her boyfriend. Imagine her parents surprise when they find their perfect, polite, and prim fifteen-year old daughter sleeping half naked next a gang member. They'd probably be turning in their graves by now or something since she didn't even know who they were. Sometimes she thinks they were poor people who left her because they couldn't care for her. Sometimes she thinks they were assholes who just didn't give a fuck. And sometimes… sometimes she believed they were just dead.
"If I were to have an origin, I prefer to have it in multiple choice." She muttered, getting out of bed and out of her boyfriend's hold.
She didn't have to worry about pregnancy since the guy was practically impotent. The line of women he's had before her told her personally while they polished their knives and guns for their next job. From what she remembered, there was a small group of five causing a ruckus three towns over.
"Hey babe." Adam muttered, waking up from his slumber. She hated when he called her that. "Gave it to you good last night, didn't I."
"Oh yeah, Adam. You sure did." She rolled her eyes with her back to him as she prepared her bag for school. Truthfully, she didn't and never did from the beginning. If only he knew how much she was faking it. "I'd never dream of leaving you."
"You never will." He said, rolling out of bed to check if his gun was still in his drawer. "Hope you're ready for tonight. We'll be helping the others with a pest control a few towns over."
"You mean those five guys that are going around tagging the streets and looting the small businesses?" Blake asked, putting her shoes on. "Sounds like an easy job."
"From what Bane told me, not so." Adam muttered, checking his ammo. "Says they're something else."
She didn't really care for the gang warfare. The only reason she stayed with them was because she needed a home after running away from the orphanage and this was it. If sleeping with one of their best and most respected kept her from being kicked out, then she didn't care.
"So what?" She said, heaving her bag. "We go in, rough them up, then give them a warning?"
"…No." That had stopped her from walking out the door. "Bane says they've been going at it for months now. This ends tonight. Permanently."
"We're going to kill them?" She whispered, not believing what she was hearing. They've never done killing before. Roughing up and intimidation, but never killing.
"It needs to be done." Adam tried to reason with her. "They're good. Too good to keep around."
"But Adam, I-"
"Get going Blake." He said with finality, his gun in hand with trigger on the finger. "We'll pick you up later after school."
With that, Blake walked out the door with focus on nothing else but what was to come after classes.
At a park
Blake didn't go to school today. She ran far away from the downtown streets and did her best to hide from Adam and the rest of the gang. It was one of the reasons Adam had taken a liking to her. He saw her skills in sneaking and had her work as a thief to break and enter into buildings. That's all she's ever done. She's never held a gun or taken a knife out to stab someone.
Classes had ended now and Adam would probably be waiting in front of the school by now to pick her up. The gang would probably move on without her, but Adam was different. He'd hunt her down and try to force her to come back as he usually did with everything. That's how their relationship was. Even her first time was by his constant pushing for her until she had given in out of fear.
Taking out a map, she docked don every single area where she frequented mostly. Adam didn't care for most of her friends she made in school, so it was safe to try and go to them for help.
Friend #1
"I-I'm sorry Blake." The door was closed on her after Blake tried to ask for lodging until she could find a job and enough money to get out of town.
"It's fine." The abandoned girl said, feeling dejected. "I understand."
It was fine. She had three more friends to go.
Back at the park
Apparently it wasn't fine. Not only was she rejected, but one of their parents had pulled a shotgun on her. After she had tailed it out of there, her friend messaged her that Adam made a scene in front of the school with her as the target. It explained it all. There was even a few missed calls from him along with voice mails from the gangster shouting and even demanding her to return with a few threats and curses.
"Now what do I do?" The girl muttered, wiping away the sweat and tears she shed.
There was no way her last school would take her in now. Sure it was a free public school, and the teachers were more of a joke, but it was the only place that gave free food and a subpar education at best.
Finding a gazebo with a nice table, Blake crawled underneath to sleep for the night. The gang had gone to the other town to take care of their problems, so she was safe for the night. Come tomorrow, she'd have to tread carefully.
Two weeks later
Blake had done it. She had made a small living in the park. A few gang members had almost spotted her, but she was able to escape and hide away perfectly. It was either they didn't see or they didn't care, which was fine either way for her. Adam himself had skulked the area, but she was able to hide from him.
Using one of her old contacts, she was able to get into a prestigious school called Beacon. This contact was hers personally and not Adam's. There was no chance of him finding out where she was.
This contact of hers was a businessman at best. If she wanted to have lodging from him, she'd have to pay a high price and her body wasn't an offer he was willing to take. Apparently, he had a daughter so he had a code of ethics while being a forger amongst other things.
Using her skills as a thief, she was able to steal from a few tables while blending in with the crowd. Just go to a crowded area that was bustling with noise, set things up for a nice 'accident,' then grab whatever she could quickly while eyes were off the plates. Same went for loose change. Some cashiers give change last, so all she had to do was act like she was a friend of a customer and say she was picking change up for them during a busy and loud hour.
It was stealing, but most of the people she stole from looked privileged enough that they could afford to lose small pocket money. It beat the alternative of mugging or breaking and entering in the dead of night.
After a talk with her contact, she had learnt to respect her body more and treat it with care. He told her she wasn't just some sort of pleasure toy to be used and paid for. She shouldn't even let others try to use her that way. He still couldn't give her lodging for free, but he did his best to help forge a new life for her with a history far away from Adam and the White Fang.
So now she was a freshman at Beacon. She had stolen enough money to afford the uniform, and the lunch was cheap so all was good. If she rationed her food wisely, she'd have half an apple for dinner and still have it for the next morning. She'd pilfer a few coins from time to time, but that was only so she could get for bus fare and laundry. It was tough, but she made do with what she had. She just had to make good on her education, not attract too much attention to herself, and she'd probably graduate with a nice degree to get her far away from this lifestyle.
This lifestyle was cold, but it was better than what she had before. Sometimes she wonders what would happen if she followed Adam to go and kill those guys; or if one of her past friends took her in. It didn't matter now. Unlike her origin, her future did have multiple choices. Taking her assignment in math, she stared at hard with a flat look.
"This is ironic." She muttered, staring at the homework. It was in multiple choice… and she didn't know which answer to choose.
Currently
"You okay Blakey?" Yang asked as the group settled into a gazebo in the park. "You kinda zoned out on us for a bit."
"Yeah, yeah." Blake smiled, feeling the old table she used to sleep under. "Just …old memories popping up."
It was a weekend and the three higher years were taking a break from technology and decided to go to the park. Weiss and Ruby were at the swing set reveling in the nostalgia of how fun it used to be.
"How does one put a speed limiter on a merry go round?" Tifania grumbled, trying to turn the thing full force but only getting a slow rotation. "I can fix that."
Needless to say, Jaune wouldn't be seeing his mom for a while until the cops brought her home with a confiscated wrench and a screwdriver.
"Let's hope a grilled tuna sandwich gets you out of that funk." Jaune said, placing said sandwich in front of her. "My mom woke me up early to prepare all this stuff."
"So you can cook." The busty blonde said as if it were a secret finally revealed. "Chicks dig a guy who cooks. Let's see how well you're chicken sandwich holds up."
As Yang reached a hand over to grab her sandwich, her glove had turned into a dragon head that chomped it down. "Hey!"
"What?" Clip said in between bites. "I like chicken."
While host and symbiote argued on what belonged to whom, Blake watched with a smile liking where she was at now. If she ever was able to meet her past self, she'd tell her to just shoulder through the cold. It's bound to get warmer later.
END
AN: Yup, it's an origin story. Think of it like an Omake, but with more seriousness. It sheds a light on the characters that I just don't think will go well into a filler. Next chapter is back to the main story line with Pyrrha possessed. If you're wondering who's next in the origin story, it's Jaune. Why? It's hinted somewhere in this chapter.
Anyways!
Classes are something. I'm probably drifting from a friend. Probably. Then again, if we are drifting apart then I guess I should let it be. Maybe it's me that's the problem. If getting away from me is what makes others happy, then I'll be the adult, respect their decision and let them do it. Who knows? Maybe time away will work. Maybe we'll move on, find better friends, and just forget about one another.
Funny what growing up can do to someone. I used to be biased on anime and ships, but now I'm very picky on what I want to watch and see ships as just a furthering to a story or a plot. I'm pretty sure I could find some way to make a Winchester-Nikos ship that somehow works out without bashing any other characters, but it probably would piss a lot of shippers off.
