I'm gonna warn you now that this chapter might upset a couple of you. You all jive-ass mutherfukers anyhow, so you should be fine, but if you don't read it, I'll sum it up in the authors notes next chapter. You've been warned!
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If you've already read the previous chapter(s), I strongly advise, if not blatantly ask you reread the ones you've already read as things have changed. Some has been added, taken away, or changed. Seriously, have a look just in case. - Left Hand Suzuki Method - 5/7/15
They lived in a ruined apartment building, not ideal for raising a kid in any way shape or form, but it was the best environment they could provided. The room he was sat in and peeling wallpaper, corners dangling off the wall, their original cream colouring faded due to dust (not the material). He was sat on a red couch, the only thing not faded in the entire room. There was a old-timey TV in the corner, but that had long since stopped working. The light above him flickered spasmodically, and the windows were covered with damp. But even in this wasted apartment, one thing stood out: the small mess of orange hair in his lap that was his wife. Her rosy cheeks and slight perky smile could tell him that even in sleep, she was thinking of something good. Her ears perked up slightly and she shifted in her sleep, burying her head into his stomach.
"Morning." She whispered gently, rubbing her eyes as propped herself on her elbow.
"Morning sweetie." He put a finger to her chin and slowly drew her in for a kiss, both members tilting their head slightly in the opposite direction to each other. "How's it feel to actually sleep instead of just turning off?"
"Tiring. I never know how long I must sleep before I feel….untired."
"Ehh, you'll get used to it."
"I hope so." She turned back around, looking at the broken TV. She went to say something when the patter of feet alerted them to someone's presence. A small bundle of joy in the form of a 9, with dark blue hair, shorts, and a grey shirt with the words "Team RWBY rules!" In block capitals across the front, and "Team JNPR are awesome!" across the back shot around the corner.
"Mum! Dad! Guess what Cat just did!"
"What she do?" The man asked, sitting forwards.
"Look out the window!" The boy shouted. He sprinted towards the broken window and pulled a stool up to it, jumping onto it. The parents walked towards the window, curious as to what their daughter had done. There she stood, at the base of a building, sat on a small mound of dead Beowolves and Ursai, topped nicely with a Nevermore at the bottom of the pile. She looked up, whistling loudly in case they hadn't noticed her.
"We should help her with that. Come on you." He ruffled the boys hair, putting an arm around his small frame, holding his wife's hand. They got to the end of the corridor, and it was the like the entire world had had it's light stolen, like the sun had been switched off. "Hello?!" He shouted, panicking quickly rising in his voice. After a few minutes, the corridor started to fill back up with light, slowly at first, but quickly as every nook and cranny was not left untouched by the light. He looked around for the missing family members, their clothes on the floor the only proof that they were there in the first place. He rushed to the nearby window, looking for the daughter. Only her clothes remained on the dead grimm. He rushed back to his apartment, now blanketed in dry blood. "No no NO! Please no no nonono!" He rushed towards his bedroom, eyes wide open in shock at the scene before him. There his family laid, each member resting against the headboard. Each member had had their throat slit, blood pouring down their naked bodies. What made him want to wretch was not that, but the fact that they had all been disembowelled, their intestines trailing across the vaguely white sheets. Sat at the edge though, a girl with long hair, violating the wife's lifeless body, her crimson dress now blending in with the ruined sheets.. Noticing his presence, she slowly turned around, her yellow eyes piercing his own. Bit's of flesh still stuck in her teeth, she slowly opened her mouth, whispering at first, escalating to a roar,
"...coming for you. We're coming for you! WE'RE COMING FOR YOU!" He was glued to the spot, his body unwilling to move. paralysed by the scene laid out before him. She crawled towards him on her hands and feet. She let her hands climb up his legs, slowly wiping blood across his chest. She cupped his face in her hands, biting his lower lip playfully, before forcing her tongue into his mouth.
"NO!" He shouted, launching himself out of his chair and into the nearby wall. The entire class stared at him as he slumped to the floor. Tears rolled down his face as everyone started murmuring and pointing fingers in his general direction. He brought his knees to his chest, burying his face in them, trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Mr Lindgren! What are you doing now?" Glynda nagged. "Miss Xiao Long, sit down." Yang walked towards Eric, blatantly flipping Glynda the bird before crouching next to Eric.
"Hey bruiser." She lightly punched him in the arm. "What's up?"
"I-I-I had another nightmare about P-P-Penny and t-t-the kids. Cinder was there, and-" He cut himself off as he let out a new torrent of tears. Yang pulled him up before putting an arm over his shoulder.
"Let's go back to the dorm, yeah?" He slightly nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve.
"I'm coming with." They both looked around to see Weiss had picked up her bag and Eric's, slinging it across her shoulder.
"All three of you, Sit do-" Glynda was interrupted by Weiss, who was holding the door open.
"Shut up Miss. We don't have the time or patience for this." Everyone looked blankly her, surprised by this sudden rebellious attitude. A quiet "Come on bruiser." came from Yang as the trio walked out the door and back to their dorm.
When they got there, they sat down on Eric's bed, Yang grabbing a couple of drinks from the mini-fridge at the end of his bed.
"You reckon you could talk about it?" Yang asked, handing the other two a can of thatchers. Both Eric and Yang downed half their can, while Weiss took a sip, pulled a disgusted face, and put it onto the bedside table. Eric nodded, looking at the bed sheets. He cleared his throat, mentally preparing himself.
"Like I said, I-I had another nightmare about Penny and the kids. It started out with me sat in a destroyed apartment that we'd turned into our home. I was sat on a couch, and Penny was sleeping on my lap." He told them about the son pointing out his daughter, and how they went to help her. "We got to the corridor, and it blacked out, like someone had turned off the sun." The girls nodded, not saying a word through the whole thing. "When the lights came back on, they weren't there. The only thing that proved they were there in the first place was their clothes lying on the floor. I looked out the window, and my daughter wasn't there either, just her clothes. I ran back to the apartment and almost booted the door down. There was blood everywhere." A solitary tear rolled down his eye as Weiss raised a hand to her mouth. Yang sat there, clenching and unclenching her fist. "But that wasn't it. Their bodies weren't there. I hurried to our room, door never being there in the first place, and there they were on the bed, throats slit, gut's everywhere." Yang rushed to the bathroom, releasing her recently consumed drink. Weiss looked pale, a lot more so than usual. Eric waited for Yang to return, be she just shouted "Go on. I can hear you from here." He looked at Weiss, who just looked back reassuringly, nodding in agreement.
"Cinder was there, at the edge of the bed, and she just.." He paused and raised his shaking hand in front of him. Weiss grabbed it with both hands, gently pushing it back down to the bed. "She violated Penny!" More retching could be heard from the bathroom, and Weiss looked as though she was contemplating whether to join Yang in the bathroom. Minutes passed in silence, the odd splash as Yang continued to vomit less and less.
"Is that it?" Weiss asked softly, trying not to make eye contact. he slowly shook his head, another tear rolling down his face.
"I couldn't move, and she forced herself upon me." Yang vomited a little more. "That's when I woke up." Weiss looked him straight in the eye.
"This was all a dream? this hasn't actually happened before?" She asked.
"No. It's a dream as far as I can remember." He replied.
"You're a broken man Eric." She summed up. "With a broken mind, and we need to find the right person to fix you back up." She looked at him, a new found hope in her eyes. "We're going out tomorrow, as a team. You up for that?" He nodded in agreement.