Chapter 13: You can't Escape the Past

Everything was crumbling apart and there were too many pieces to be able to put it back together. 'So in recap Roman revealed my past, which is just peachy. Because of that Weiss is out for my blood and that isn't very settling. To top it all off, Gohl is still alive, which is quite surprising, and now he also wants me dead. But what about the others, what about Ruby, Blake and Yang? They didn't chase me down which is a good sign, but what do they think of me? So in conclusion I either will face two killers out for my blood or three sane people who probably want to know what I've done that made me run away. Why does everything have to be so complicated? I just need some time to think, once I'm back at Beacon I can grab my equipment and plan my moves. First off I need to get back.'

Dawn's first light was skimming over the horizon as I made it to the airfield. A tall chain-link fence stood between me and the various Bullheads that sat in the hangars. 'Just stow away in one of those and make sure it heads off to Beacon. Simple, but I need to make sure that I make it on the right one.' But in my way stood a fifteen meter tall fence with barbed wire coiling at the top, 'I can't make it over that. So, the only logical way is to go through.' I walked back from the fence and reached into my back pocket and pulled out a thin cylinder that emitted a soft red glow through rectangular indicators on the side, which indicated that it was filled to the brim. "This should do the trick," I thought aloud as I pulled the ring on top of the device. The ring pulled out a pin, which opened up a hole between the two chambers inside the device; one was filled with burn Dust while the other was filled with a catalytic agent, nothing too complex. The two began to mix in the chamber. 'Five… Four… Three,' I threw the cylinder toward the fence and ducked down, facing away from the fence. I slapped my hands over my ears just in time as the makeshift device exploded, making a hole in the fence. Most of the section of fencing was demolished and the remaining portions of it glowed white, 'Not the most subtle way to make an entrance,' I realized, but I had no other way through so I ran through the opening.

As I moved across the airfield I was constantly checking around corners and over my shoulder, making sure I wasn't being caught. Luckily it appeared there was very little personal assigned for security and no alarm systems set to signal intruders, 'So, I need to find my way onto a Bullhead. Problem is I have no clue which ones are assigned to head for Beacon.'

I began to turn a corner, but noticed two people chatting so I hid around the corner and waited for them to leave. But, curiosity took the best of me, so I listened in on their conversation, "So, is there anything else you need to know, Garrett."

"Yeah, I'm assigned to fly the Beacon transport, but I can't remember the designation number."

"Don't you have your information downloaded on your tablet?"

"No, I was in such a rush this morning that I forgot it."

"Oh, okay I'll cut you some slack since I was the same. Your designation is delta whiskey sierra two nine six. Now when you can make sure you get that info downloaded."

"Okay, thanks man," I heard them walk their separate ways. One of them was heading for me.

Once he turned the corner I pulled him back, grabbed him in a choke-hold and made myself sound as threatening as possible, "Listen, you're going to go board the ship and fly it to Beacon. While you do that I'm going to not put a bullet in your head. Are you clear about what you are supposed to do?"

Amidst sputtering and gasping the man Garrett managed to speak, "Yeah, of course. Just don't kill me."

"I don't plan on it, but don't give me a reason," I let him go and pointed my revolver at him, "Now, get moving. And if you so much as look towards me the first bullet is for you."

"Yeah, I got it just… just don't hurt anyone," he said, his voice wavering. But he did as he was told and started to walk to one of the nearby landing pads.

As we neared the Bullhead I checked the designation on its side. It read DWS-296, 'Good, I'll be able to get back.' Turning to Garrett I asked, "You're the pilot right?" He nodded in response, "Okay, when do you take off?"

"Uh, few minutes maximum."

"Well, get going on that," he went over to a platform above us and entered the Bullhead, 'Okay, now where should I be when this takes off? There is the possibility that Weiss and the rest could get on the ship. So, the only other place would be, oh dammit, the landing gear housing,' I looked over to my side and saw that the landing gear was already down, "Can something go right for me?" As I finished the sentence I felt wind rush past my face, an ear splitting whine cry through the air and a loud crack fill the air. That meant one thing, gunfire.

I looked to see where the impact was. Behind me, implanted in the ground was a small hole in the ground. With that in mind I hid behind the open landing gear, 'Whoa that was a close one. Who could be trying to kill me now? From the hole it looked like the bullet was a sniper bullet, but who could be trying to kill me?" Suddenly, my tablet on my side gave off a small chime, signalling a call. Confused I opened it and on screen appeared the caller and as soon as it appeared I knew who it was, "Gohl! What are you calling me for?"

"Oh, I just wanted to remember your voice before it would be silenced permanently." As I stared at him through the screen I could only feel the rage building up in me. His features were pretty average except for a large gash across the right of his face still bloody and caused by yours truly.

But, all I felt was anger towards him, "You are lucky to be talking to me after you tried to kill me."

"Only because you abandoned the mission. You said you were up to the job, obviously you were wrong. But now I'm here to collect my dues. You may think you're untouchable, but you aren't and when I get to you, you'll be wishing you killed me." Out of anger I pointed my weapon at the screen and blasted it. The screen exploded outwards, showering the ground with glass.

I turned the corner and began to run to him to try and end his life. However the ships engines ignited, signalling that it was time to leave. "I will find you, but you'll be wishing I had killed you back then as well," I said under my breath as I jumped onto the landing gear. It rose up into its housing and the doors closed under me, leaving me with the knowledge that I was safe, for a while at least.

I realized I wouldn't be able to hide in the area forever as the ships didn't fully land when they dropped off students or supplies at Beacon. I found a small vent covering along one of the small area's walls. I pulled out my weapons and put both on the top corners, "Let's hope this works." Pulling the triggers emitted a loud clang as the bolts were destroyed, leaving a loud ringing noise in my ears. But it also allowed me to pry off the cover more easily. With some effort I managed to open it large enough where I could crawl through the vent somewhat naturally. It was slightly cramped, but it would allow me to be somewhere that I could actually escape from.

After a short amount of crawling I began to hear footsteps going towards me, then away, then back again. The noise continued as if someone were pacing and whoever it was appeared to be quite mad as the pacing was quite loud. Hoping to figure out what was happening I activated my semblance and listened into the conversation.

"Weiss you need to calm down about this," Yang tried to reason.

"Calm down!? How can I be calm when I know we were associated with a murderer?"

"This isn't the solution. Killing him will accomplish nothing."

"I'm with Blake, we don't know why he did what he did. You're just acting on what Torchwick told us. Do you really think he told us everything?"

"I already know all I need to know about him. Listen to yourselves, you two are siding with a killer."

"Why can't you just listen to him and what he has to say? You were able to forgive Blake after all."

"There is a difference between this and back then. David has murdered others on his own accord, he nearly did the same to my father. That I can't just forgive. Besides Yang, Ruby ran off because of knowing what he's done. Can you really forgive him after that?"

"It's not like he did that."

I couldn't listen to the conversation any longer, 'Why must this happen? No matter what someone around me gets hurt because of what I've done. I have done nothing to help others while here. I'm just an outcast, that's what I'll always be. A magnet for danger to come to.' I just laid there, in the vents like a rat, waiting for my chance to run and survive through this.

Hope you people on the internet are finding this story interesting. It's something I've wanted to do for quite a while now. It was always something that I just kept in my head. After multiple revisions of how it would pan out I finally started to form the first chapter in my mind one day. Then pencil met paper and I began to write. When I found this website I knew this was where it should be. Within minutes of the first chapter being uploaded two people had already read it and that's what has kept me going, knowing that somewhere an actual person wants to know more about this tale that I am trying to tell. It's truly a wonderful feeling. Now I'm going to keep this up until this story fades into the echoes of the rest. But it will always be there and someone will always remember it.

-TheInnerPeace singing off.