A/N Howdy guys! I know, I know shame on me! My lateness with this update is appalling, but I've been super busy with work experience all of last week, so please don't judge me! It is a well known fact that I frequently scream at the sky like a crazy person asking "Why!? Why do I own nothing?" But I still own nothing *sob*

Anyways... A big thanks to:

Deltahalo241: I hope to keep you looking forward to future chapters!

rwbybomb21: I'm glad you like the way my fic is set out! After this chapter I am going to begin doing longer chapters, I have just been very busy up until quite recently, but longer chapters are headed your way!

EMP LEADER: Thank you for your encouragement! As I said before this is the last short chapter, I like to take advice on board, so I will now be doing longer chapters as requested. :-)

As always a massive thank you to my wonderful editor Little Snuggle for your work on this chapter!

Finally before I stop badgering you and get on with the story, I have a big announcement! I know a few of you have suggestions as to what they should uncover in Weiss's mind, I have ideas planned but I would like to know yours as well. So, I would like to propose a competition! Post your ideas of what you think they should discover in Weiss's mind in the review section, and the winning idea will be included in the story!

I can't wait to see your ideas! Anyway without further ado, happy reading everyone!

Ruby POV:

The silence that assaulted my ears as soon as I stepped through the doorway seemed worlds away from the stifling bear-hug of sound that we had experienced just a few moments before. I turned to look at Yang and Blake, who both wore matching looks of confusion that I was sure mirrored my own appearance. Suddenly, Blake's expression changed from the same brand of confusion Yang and I wore, to one of extreme concentration. Her amber eyes shut as her head cocked to the side. It was the twitch of her ear, however, that led me to believe she was listening to something.

It was a few moments later that my own ears managed to pick up the distant sound, what the Faunus before me already had, of weeping. It was then that my attention was grabbed by none other than "Weiss..."

Her name came out as a whisper as I took in the once proud yet cold heiress... Only she was not the age I knew her to be, but a scared child curled in a fetal position on the floor. The only movement to prove her life had not been spent, were the spasms of her body as the sobs wracked through her.

"Weiss?" My voice came out as a crackle, the emotion within my heart taking its toll on my, once decisive, vocals.

I ran over to her, desperately trying to put an end to the sound that tore at my heart, each time it tore through her body. I reached out, my calloused fingers attempting to touch her snow white skin. Only to be met with nothing. I looked down, only to discover that my hand had fallen straight through the space where Weiss's arm should be. It was then that I felt myself being pulled to my feet from my position on the ground next to Weiss, by a familiar set of muscular hands that I recognized to belong to my sister, as the equally familiar voice of Blake began an explanation.

"She's not real Ruby, she is but a memory of Weiss, there is nothing we can do to comfort her now." I turned around, only to come face-to-face with mirrored looks of sorrow fixed on the image of the sobbing young girl on the floor.

The turn of a key in a lock followed by the creaking of metal hinges, caused all three of us to spin round, accompanied by the familiar sounds of our weapons assembling their shapes, ready to be aimed at the unlucky person who had entered the door we had just come from. Except, it wasn't the door we had previously entered from. Instead, a barred door stood in replacement of the grand wooden double doors of the concert hall. I took in the terrible sight of the walls, which were covered in residue and mold, and the absence of light and took this place to be a cell of sorts. But why would Weiss be locked away in a cell? I couldn't imagine my fiery-tempered partner ever committing a crime, judging by the fact that she believes that being late to class should be classified as a crime.

The person who stood before us was a man. His black suit, perfectly polished shoes, and black bow-tie identified him as a man of wealth. I was unsure of his age, however, as his face remained concealed in the shadow of the dark cell.

"What's this?" He exclaimed, his haughty voice baring a mocking tone as he went over to Weiss, only to forcefully pull her head up to meet his gaze. I heard a low growl escape Blake's throat, felt the heat begin to radiate from Yang, and felt my own rage begin to boil within my blood as he laid his hands on our team mate.

"Tears?" the mocking tone was still adamant as he reached down to her face and scooped up a tear on to his fingertip, and crushed it between his fingers, as one might do to an unsuspecting ant. His face quickly morphed into an expression of fury, as he raised his hand and struck her across the cheek, the ring adorning his middle finger blemishing the once untouched skin of young Weiss's cheek. "Schnee's do not cry." His voice came out as an unfeeling monotone, like that of a robot.

A battle cry erupted and broke my attempt to kill the man, no, monster that stood before me with the pure rage and sharpened daggers contained within my glare. It took me a second to realize it had come from my sister, who instead of going for the silent kill as Blake and I were attempting to do, had decided to go at him with Ember Celica. Unfortunately her hand went straight through his head and into the wall behind him, causing young Weiss and the mysterious evil that would dare to lay a hand upon her, to vanish as though they were a wisp of smoke. The crawling sound of the wall splitting open is what finally broke me out of my stupor.

"Look out!" I grabbed the arms of both of my teammates and pulled them to safety.

The wall soon crumbled, leaving rubble and debris to lay in wake of where we once stood.
I coughed and stood up on shaky legs, ready to asses the damage Yang had caused, only to come face to face with…

"A... Door?" I heard Blake's calm voice break through the cloud of dust as I looked towards the door. But it was strange, it wasn't just any door... It was the front door to Beacon.

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Meanwhile, surrounded by the beeping of machines and the white-washed walls of the hospital. The motionless body of Weiss Schnee... flinched.

A/N I know its a short one but I have been super busy recently! Anyways I will be sure to make the next chapter much longer! As usual advice and criticism is always welcomed! Leave your ideas for their discoveries within the mind of Weiss Schnee in the reviews and I will choose a winner! All credit for the winning idea will go to the creator!

Until next time my lovelies! :-)