Blake leapt from rooftop to rooftop with ease. She had largely stuck to rooftops since the fall of Beacon, at this point it was second nature. When the tower fell she had simply ran. She couldn't protect her teammates, couldn't protect Yang. If she couldn't protect them then she had to remove the threat some other way, and that was to get as far away from them as possible. That's what she had told herself. At first she had simply wandered and hid from the grimm permeating the city. She had stayed at her old dorms for a few nights, but thinking about her team just depressed her. She switched to migrating across the city rooftops, all the while trying to think of somewhere to go. In the end she realized that she had nowhere else to go; She had only ever known the White Fang and RWBY, and she could return to neither. She eventually found a purpose on the fringes of the city. It was there that she discovered a small band of White Fang scouts plodding through the streets. The White Fang still apparently wanted something in the forsaken city. Regardless of what they were looking for, they would eventually find their way back to Adam. The man who had taken everything from her and who had turned the White Fang from righteous protesters to terrorists. She decided then and there to end her fear; once she was done Adam would never be a problem for anyone else.
She shadowed the scouts for over an hour as they picked their way through the ghost town. They occasionally ran into low level grimm, but they appeared to have at least one competent huntsman leading them. Blake could tell from his fighting style that anything larger than a mid-size Ursa would be his undoing. There was no way that he was their only defense if they planned to get anywhere near beacon. Blake realized there had to be at least one other hunter amongst them, and if that were the case then she could not be detected. She did not have confidence that she could handle two hunters, and unknowns were things you never wanted in a fight. Blake was startled back to the situation at hand as a scream emanated up from below. A deathstalker had sprung from a side street and impaled the fledgling hunter on his stinger. As the young man gurgled his last, the deathstalker turned to the remaining faunus. Blake waited for one to jump into the fray, but all of them seemed frozen in fear. She watched as the deathstalker snatched up another in its claws and snapped them like a dry branch; at this point a few had mustered up the courage to ineffectively fire on the beast. Blake could no longer hesitate, regardless of their beliefs they were still her people. She jumped from the roof and landed between the deathstalker and White Fang.
"Run!" The surviving grunts didn't need to be told twice. She had lost her chance at finding Adam, but it wasn't worth these people's' deaths. Blake returned her attention to the deathstalker, who had begun to size her up. Not giving it a chance to make the first strike, she immediately unsheathed gambol shroud and began to fire at its eyes. The deathstalker hissed and charged her, but its claws only found a shadow-self in her place. Blake landed gracefully on the beast's back and took the chance to stab through chinks in its armored hide briefly before leaping away again. The deathstalker seemed only mildly irritated by Blake's attacks and quickly turned around to continue its assault. Blake easily dodged out of the way again, but quickly realized she was in a losing battle. Her attacks weren't deep enough to seriously wound the deathstalker; conversely it only had to connect once to end the fight. Blake scanned the battlefield, hoping for anything that would end the fight quickly. She saw salvation in an abandoned shop on the corner. It had been badly damaged during the initial grimm invasion, two of its walls were missing and a third looked to be on its last leg. It looked as a stiff breeze would send the entire building crumbling to the ground. Blake bolted for it, the deathstalker hissing in frustration behind her. Blake turned to fire a few more shots at the grimm's eyes, which only served to irritate it further. As the beast raised its claws to shield its eyes it charged at Blake, who had seemingly stopped in front of the building. The deathstalker met nothing but smoke, and continued straight through to the building. The walls trembled with the force of the impact, and the deathstalker had just enough time to turn and watch Blake land unharmed in the Street before the entire structure caved in around it. Blake watched with satisfaction as the stinger twitched once, then went still.
"Bravo, Blake. You always were a creative problem solver."Blake whipped around, trying desperately to defend herself with gambol shroud. Adam was too quick, and she was met by the butt of his katana. As she faded into unconsciousness, she watched through darkening eyes as Adam kicked away her gun and bent down close to her face. "We have a lot to talk about, Blake." Adam hefted Blake onto his shoulder and began to walk down the road. Mid step he stiffened and whipped around, every sense he had screaming that he was being watched. He scanned the rooftops but saw nothing. It didn't matter, he decided, he had his prize. Adam continued the long walk back to base. The silent watcher made no move to stop him.
Blake awoke with a start on a bare dirt floor and her arms chained to the nearest wall. On brief inspection, only one wall was not entirely made of stone. Blake quickly realized that she was in some form of cell. To her horror, Adam was waiting calmly by the entrance.
"Ah, Blake. Good to see you awake. You know, I am truly blessed to have gotten this opportunity again. If you had been even a second slower in defending my scouts, I would have dealt with that stalker myself. Good thing you did though, or we may not have had the chance to talk."
"Adam, let me go," Blake said with as even a voice as she could manage.
"My darling, are you denying my hospitality? After everything you've done, you would think you would at least have the common sense to not be so rude."
"What do you want from me?"
"I want to catch up, Blake. Our last meeting was cut short by that blonde bimbo friend of yours."
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT, YOU M-" Blake was cut short as Adam firmly gripped her lips.
"Again with the rudeness, Blake. There's no need to yell, and you shouldn't be calling me names." Adam released Blake, who merely glared hatefully up at him. " So Blake, I want to know why you did it. Why did you leave the White Fang, your brothers, Why did you leave me?"
" Because you're a monster, Adam. It's as simple as that. You ruined the White Fang with your hate and we became worse than what we were fighting. You decided your demented little Crusade was worth the lives of hundreds."
"IT IS!" Adam spat back. "And our brother's and sister's agree. They are willing to lay down their lives for this. I'm not sacrificing them, they are martyring themselves."
"And what about all the humans you killed along the way? Did they agree to that too?"
"What about them?! Humans decided their fate a long time ago."
" Hate doesn't justify killing!"
"Oh it absolutely does, Blake. But at least now I realize why you left. You value humans above faunus," Adam crouched down next to her. " I think you always wished you were human. You hate us as much as they do. And if you want to be human so bad Blake," Adam pulled a razor from his pocket, "then you don't need those." With one swift motion Adam pulled Blake's ears taught and drew the razor harshly through them. As he left the cell, Blake's cries of pain echoed through the halls.