A worried sigh came from the girl in white. Where is she? Where did that stupid dolt go?!

Stop. Breathe in. Hold, breathe out slowly. Now think back. Where did you last know where she was?

They were next to the mall. She'd been looking at a music store for any additional music she might want for the times when she was alone. She may not have much music, nor does she really listen to it much, but it does come in handy for her own personal time. The soothing strains of orchestral music was always a boon to her soul.

But then again, almost nothing from before Beacon has ever gone smoothly whenever Ruby was around. It wasn't that she didn't like the girl, and even if that was so then at least she respected her team's leader, but the girl was such a hyperactive spaz! Zero social skills, awkwardness that got in the way any time the situation did not have to do with combat or her weapon, and a complete inability to control herself!

Stop. Breathe in. Hold, breathe out slowly. This is not the time to rant to yourself about her shortcomings. This is the time to find her.

That's right. She got angry. In fact, the anger Ruby had caused was so great that it had actually blurred the memory of the reason why she was angry. She had then stormed off, muttering silent invectives to herself as she steamed about whatever it had been, before she stopped herself after starting a minute dissertation in her head about why she would find killing a Grimm a very relaxing form of stress relief. Namely that, despite the danger, it would include a physical workout that would work out the physical component of her stress, and the relative cleanliness of the task, even if she was hit by the Grimm (protected as she and her clothing was by her Aura), appealed to her high-class sensibilities as the Grimm itself would dissolve after death.

After stopping herself, she'd realized that her partner was no longer with her. She was now in unfamiliar territory without backup. She'd nearly had a panic attack, just like what she'd just stopped a little bit ago, before the infamous Schnee composure kicked in and she set her mind to finding the hyperactive girl.

That was several minutes ago, and now she was back at the shopping center from earlier. The only thing keeping her from heading straight back to the airship back to Beacon (as it was getting dark) was the fact that she couldn't find the girl! She wasn't moping where she'd left her, so therefore someone had interfered somehow... at the moment, though, that was immaterial.

If she didn't leave with whoever helped or stopped her, then where would she be?

Assuming, of course, that she was alone, or away from whoever that was, as the alternative wasn't a lead she could readily track down, and that would lead to just waiting for the girl to come home. Not something the heiress was really good at.

Possibilities: Fun, food, and distraction are the most likely, and if those don't pan out, work it out from there. Since she didn't see any indication that being distracted by a shop would cheer the girl up, like it might for a normal teenager, she basically ruled out distraction out of hand.

Her rumbling stomach told her to go for food first. If Ruby had kept up with her current too-sweet diet, then she would be looking for nutrients, which meant food, and the two girls in Team RWBY kept up a similar eating schedule, so if Weiss was hungry, then so was Ruby.

She checked the sweets shops first, but finding neither hide nor hair (nor any other sign she'd been there in the past hour, as signified by the lack of damage. Whether that was actually just a figment of her imagination, on the other hand, was a subject she blatantly ignored.

She grabbed a small cold-cut wrap from a vendor on the way to her next destination. It would keep her fed until she could get a more proper dinner and a part of her claimed that she could now say she'd had her salad for the day. She ate the wrap while searching the weapons shops that happened to be on the way from the sweets to where most of the food was located, and while it was a likely target, she didn't find the girl there either.

So, next stop was general food area, the food court, as the directory sign called it. A few people had seen the girl, and one particular shop, a noodle shop she'd never heard of before, said that she'd been with a long-standing customer that truly enjoyed their food. Apparently, the woman had fed the girl, and the two also seemed to look alike. That did not precisely sit well with the girl for some reason, though whether it was the idea of someone looking like Ruby or someone with a near-identical destructive personality (which was truly shudder-worthy), Weiss wasn't entirely sure. The cashier's directions sent her towards her final, rather distasteful destination. One she was dreading with most of her being.

The mall's arcade area.

Definitely not familiar territory for the rich girl.

The lights were bright and blaring in the darkened space, the sounds a cacophony of noise that kept her off-balance, and she was looking for a small collection of white and red in black clothing inside a dark, black room. It was starting to give her a headache.

If it weren't for the urgency, she probably would have simply waited outside.

She didn't bother to call out Ruby's name. It would most likely just get lost in the noise. She just kept on looking.

After several minutes, she found the girl, playing a game with an older woman who looked much like her, though Ruby was wearing her combat skirt while the woman was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with red accents on the shoulders and sleeves, black faux-military pants with red side pockets and no shoes. Surely someone would have noticed her lack of shoes and thrown her out by now. The joy on Ruby's face made her angry, as Weiss now believed that her teammate had abandoned her to have some unsupervised fun. A part of her knew she was being irrational, but the rest of her didn't care as she got angry again and began to stalk over to the two, knocking over a few careless people who got in her way in the process.

She saw something happen on the screen they were facing that caused a large message in a small "explosion" to appear on the screen. She wasn't sure what it said, but it caused Ruby to be really excited for some reason.

She was closing in and was nearly in what was the normal earshot range as the two faced each other and bowed. The older woman said a few words before some careless peon got in her way, which caused them to cry out, which caused the woman to notice her. She smirked for some reason before turning back to Ruby and saying something that was lost to the noise but that she almost heard before the woman put a hand on Ruby's shoulder and shoved. This sent the brunette stumbling in her direction, and as she wasn't expecting it, nor could she see a way to dodge, the two partners were quickly sent to the floor in an undignified heap.

This made the woman laugh at their expense, which irritated Weiss and her pride a whole lot more.

She got back onto her feet as the woman calmed down and smoothed out her white combat skirt of imaginary wrinkles as she tried to keep composed and the woman calmed down. She opened her mouth to speak but Ruby beat her to it.

"Why'd you do that?!" She exclaimed indignantly.

"Because I wanted to." The woman said with a smirk. "Normally I'm not that mean, but your friend was coming and this let me head that problem off at the pass."

"And what's that supposed to mean?!" Ruby shouted angrily.

The woman raised her eyebrows at the question and gestured at Weiss. "She's still angry." She opened her mouth to continue, but then paused. "Actually, I think that was jealousy I saw." She pursed her lips before shrugging, nonchalantly ignoring the outraged face of the girl in the white bolero jacket and the sputteringly red face of the girl in the red hood. "Could be wrong though. I'm not good at almost anything other than killing."

"Then how did you beat me at KFA3?" Ruby asked, her tone half curious and half something else that Weiss couldn't properly identify that was some cousin of outrage. After a half-second of confusion, Weiss saw the name label on the game the two had been playing with the provided joysticks was called "King of Fighters Arena 3". Well, that makes some sense at least.

"Fighting games like that are just another form of killing, that's all." The woman said dismissively. "Now, on to business." She said as she straightened and turned to Weiss. "Don't worry so much about your partner. She can take care of herself and I only distracted her from worrying about you. Now that you two are back together, we should probably leave, as my roommate is probably just as worried sick about me as the two of you were about each other, and it's almost closing time at the store. I think." She shrugged. "Either way, she'll have my hide if I don't show up soon."

Weiss blinked as she processed the rapid-fire information upload that she had just been force-fed. When she was all caught up with life, she was significantly less angry at life than she was earlier, and the rest would dissipate by bedtime. She shook her head to get back into the moment, and then squinted as she noticed a discrepancy. She then looked over at Ruby, then back at the woman. She tried to phrase it in a polite manner. "Why is your face shiny?" Well, wet would've been a better word, but the words were already out, so no changing the damage already done.

Ruby giggled as the woman took on a vaguely offended expression. "Rose decided to wash her face while we were in the bathroom." Ruby explained with a smile. "But no soap. Just water from her hands to her face, just like a cat."

Weiss gave the two of them a look that told them that she found them to be very strange.

"Hey, it is a natural, primal instinct to be clean, okay?!" The woman said defensively, though there was a smile on her face. "Now come on, time's a-wastin'!" She said as she began to usher the two present members of Team RWBY out of the mall's arcade into the blessed silence of the street outside. The Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company relaxed, uttering a soft sigh at being away from the deafening pandemonium. They were following the woman down the street now, who appeared to not be bothered in the slightest by her lack of footwear.

Weiss took this moment to ask a question that was on her mind. "Who are you?" she asked of the woman she was following.

The woman paused and turned to her, an expression of consideration on her face. "Well, these days, everybody calls me Rose, so that's what I call myself. If you're asking what kind of people I am, then I'm not actually a people. I'm just a monster. Like you two are." She started to turn away, to leave the ponytailed girl to her agitated confusion, but then stopped and asked Weiss a question before the girl could react further. "Weiss, you're the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, right?" The girl nodded uncertainly and the woman pressed on. "So it follows that you would know Dust rather well, having had such a personal history with the stuff, right?" The girl nodded again, unsure of where she was going with this. "Well, in your experience, just how explosive would you say raw Dust is?"

Weiss considered the question before she began to answer. True, there were some things that she could not say, as they were things that only the Schnee Dust Company knew, but there was enough in the realm of public knowledge that telling her a few things would be okay. "Well, that would depend on what form it is in: ground to a powder or in crystal form, and then it depends on the way it is used. For example, my weapon, Myrtenaster, uses powdered Dust for various effects." She said as she patted the trusty Multi-Action Dust Rapier at her hip. Right inside the spiked hilt of the weapon was a revolving chamber filled with Dust of various types in powdered form, similar to a revolver's chambers. When one of the chambers was active, then various effects could be drawn from the weapon, such as a trap hidden in the ground, a wave of elemental fury sent out at an enemy, encasing an enemy in ice or keeping them stationary, whether they were on the ground or not, and other effects as well, including giving her additional strength or the ability to manipulate gravity to a minor extent.

"Well, what if I were to break a piece of Dust crystal in my hand,-" The woman began speculatively.

Weiss cut her off. "That's not possible." She said with a voice of authority. "Dust crystal is far too strong for that."

The woman smiled patronizingly at her and patted her shoulder as she said, "And I believe you. But if I were to place a Dust crystal in a place where it could break, then would it explode?"

Weiss shook her head. "Not from the pressure alone. If it were to be shattered by an impact, then maybe, but other than that Dust requires some form of outside energy to activate, even in powder form, though it is far more volatile as a powder." Ruby winced at the reminder of how they first met. She'd tripped over Weiss' luggage their first day to Beacon and had ended up sneezing at some of the powdered Dust she'd had brought for her weapon and studies, causing an explosion. "Even if the outside energy source is as small as a gun's firing pin or as large as a person's entire Aura, it still requires an outside source."

"So, in other words, my hands wouldn't work to set of Dust, but a spark or a fire will." The woman said in a tone that requested confirmation.

Weiss sighed, unconsciously adopting the tone that generally said, 'I can't believe I'm actually explaining myself to an idiot like this.' before she said, "Yes, a fire will likely set off a crystal, though that won't nearly get the sort of reaction that a person's Aura will.

"So, how easy is it to activate powdered Dust?" She asked curiously. "Like, besides fire and Aura, what could cause it to activate?"

"Oh, it could be almost anything." Weiss said casually. "Even something as little as a sneeze could set it off." Ruby cringed at the further reminder.

"I said I was sorry Weiss." Ruby said plaintively, though Weiss pretended not to notice.

The woman smiled. "You know, that actually reminds me of Dragon." She said fondly. "She's a mechanic, so she tends to end up covered in Dust, especially on days with really busted vehicles. She's gotten herself frozen solid before because of Ice Dust that would crawl up her nose."

That caused Weiss to blink. While she considered herself a competent Huntress and a perfect model for being the SDC's future figurehead, she would admit, if only to herself, that even she can be thrown for a loop, and this time she wasn't able to react before the woman looked at her wristwatch and make a big show about being late that didn't really penetrate into her mind before the woman simply left. When she was finally capable of reacting, she turned to her cookie-loving partner and said, "Who was that?"

"Rose Rubellite of the Red Riding Hood." The other girl said with a shrug, appearing about as clueless as she felt.

And so they just stood there in mutual confusion for a few moments.

They were about to leave when it started. The event that would change their lives forever, and it started with a bang.

Rose smiled to herself. That was a rather smooth method of escaping, if she did say so herself. She'd exclaimed about the time while looking at her (nonexistant) watch before giving them an apology and Weiss a thank-you for the information before using the "Super-Speed" to simply disappear into the crowd.

Of course, it's not like she'd actually needed to do that. It's just that either way, Snow would have her hide stretched across the walls of the apartment, and the other woman was nowhere near as pretty when she was yelling. Not something that she really wanted the two kids to see.

Suddenly, a Bang cut through the crush of people around her and she froze, though not many people around her did. Probably didn't hear it.

It was loud. An attack. Something powerful against a cut-rate shield. Perhaps a Beowolf. She relaxed a little. Anything small enough to get this far into the city undetected would be easy enough to kill. Her right eye hurt. Just a little, like a pressure rather than a pain.

Another bang, and this time she looked right at the source. It was a non-descript white van. There was a familiar insignia on the side, which was now heavily dented from the inside going out. It was right next to a Dust recharging station, as even Dust was not perfect, nor could it last forever.

The third bang showed sharp claws poking out of the metal, which got the people paying attention that weren't her to scream and begin to run. She smiled. Perhaps she'd finally get something that was worth the pretending she had to do to satisfy Snow that she wouldn't kill anything. After all, people and pets weren't allowed, nor were most animals, including birds, but Grimm were! She thought to herself with a feral smile. The claws left her field of vision as she began to cut through the crowd to reach the armored vehicle. A little bit later, there was another bang, a screaming of metal being moved against its will, and finally a roar that made her smile grow wide as she quickened her pace through the crowd as much as she could without actually body-checking the panicked crowd members out of her way. Snow would yell at her if she did that. So would Blake. Quiet, sneaky woman! Should've been born a ninja rather than a cat.

Dragon would just shrug in that apathetic way of hers that cropped up every so often and say that people were dumb and that if they weren't smart enough to get out of the way of a determined Rose then they deserved what minor pain came to them.

When she finally got free of the crowd, she fought back a scowl to let her smile stay around. After all, just because she was too late to be the first one there didn't mean that she couldn't still have fun, it just meant she had to be a little more careful. The fact that it was the two girls from earlier mattered very little to the woman.

She was happy to see what she saw. An Ursa had climbed out of the side of the van, obscuring the insignia while it was at it, and the black bear-like creature roared, its white-masked head raised to the sky as it crowed it's bloodthirsty cries of victory on escape and readiness to eat.

Now, that was a thing that often struck Rose as odd, and those things on that particular list were very few. Unless a Grimm was a truly blooded Grimm, they didn't need to eat. Not at all, not one scrap. And yet they ate people whenever they could. Any person hapless enough to be in range without protection was fair game, and those with protection such as swords and spears and shields and, nowadays, guns, were also fair game. You just had to be more careful around those.

That was when Weiss struck, bolero jacket, skirt, and ponytail flaring up with the wind as it passed by. Seemingly lightning fast, she sped up to it and slashed it across the chest. What surprised the girl was how little damage her strike appeared to do. Then Ruby came up with this huge scythe - oh, her large gun unfolds into a scythe that was a lot bigger than she was. Imagine that - and sliced it down onto the creature's neck like a pickax. A spurt of blood came out of the creature, surprising the girl when it landed on her, and that surprised the woman as well. She'd been wondering how a blooded Grimm would stack up against an average Hunter in this day of Aura and Dust. Great chance to find out.

Unfortunately for her curiosity, she was far too eager and impatient, so as the Ursa batted the girl away, she ran up to it and gave it a solid punch to the jaw. It recovered faster than expected and sent a head-sized paw straight at her like a straight jab and, because of Snow's training rather than the instinct that she wanted to follow, she reached back for a sword and shield attached to her back and brought them to bear and protect her from the strike.

It was in that split second before she was hit that she realized that she'd forgotten any weapon larger than a dagger at home. Thus, she was launched across the street.

It was possible that she'd never live down the idiocy of how she'd looked right then.

The journey through the wall put her off-balance for a moment, and, once the world stopped moving on its own, she saw that the girls were driving the Ursa down the street. She shrugged and smiled. Well, at least there was still some danger to killing Grimm.

She patted herself down, checking for weapons. She knew she had at least one or two on her person, she just didn't remember what. Out of her right pocket came a semi-automatic pistol that Dragon had made for her some time ago. The pistol was loaded with standard Dust-driven steel rounds with no special effects to them. Almost a pity.

What wasn't a pity, beyond the weapon's actual size, was the dagger she had on her person. True, it wasn't a Dust knife - which she'd already made several of and most of which were currently at home - but this one was made of a special metal that she'd created. True, it wasn't the greatest quality, but what she called "Superior Steel" was very powerful, very durable, and could cut through your average Grimm like little else.

The only better things she'd ever made were Crocea, Mors, and Skinner. If you only count among her works made with Superior Steel, anyway.

She ran to the now-empty streets and stood there for a moment to aim. Then, she shot. The round hit, making the beast stumble a little right before Ruby cut into it again. Rose saw where Weiss was now aiming her next strike, and aimed there as well to soften the hide for her strike. The second round was perfectly timed to soften the skin and allow the rapier to slice along that point, spreading ice where the blade slid along and causing a tiny spurt of blood from where her spent round had gone in.

She sent off another round before she ran to catch up to the girls, what with the Ursa leaving the gun's effective range. Sure, she could still hit the thing, but it wouldn't be as accurate as she needed it to be.

That and they were starting to turn onto another street.

OOH! Cop. Poor guy. Looks freaked. I kinda wanna-

Nope! Still got an Ursa! One thing at a time!

Okay, Blake in my head. I'll kill the Ursa first.

Wait, you're not real! You're just what Blake would say!

caught me! Now FOCUS!

Rose turned the corner as she shook off her internal conversation and took aim. She fired once, twice, three times, leaving it off-balance enough to give the two some time to really slash it.

Then it recovered, faster than most Ursa would in fact, and started an overhand swing at Weiss. Just for the fun of it, Rose aimed at the Ursa's knee and shot. It hit, successfully knocking it off-balance enough to send the paw crashing into the ground rather than into Weiss, which allowed her to slash 3 times at the masked face, leaving fire all over it. Rose smiled at the effective tactic, then became more serious when it actively tried to slash at Ruby. She aimed at the other knee to throw it off balance like before. She pulled the trigger.

The gun clicked.

Shit.

Ruby was sent flying across the street to crash into a car, flattening it somewhat, and while Weiss was distracted by Ruby's pain, the uninjured girl got launched into a nearby wall, sending cracks flying through it. As she ran towards the Ursa, now more than a little mad, she took a more accurate look at it.

The bear-like creature's size told her that it was a lesser, younger creature, and the number and size of the bone spikes coming from it's back (only through the spine in this case) told her that others would classify it as an Ursa Minor, though they'd be rather surprised at how easily it had survived 2 Hunters-in-training from Beacon Academy, which had a search through a Grimm-infested forest as initiation. They'd probably killed several such creatures already. However, other than the blood, it definitely seemed more durable than the average Ursa that size should be and it recovered a lot faster, which meant it was probably a bit older than it looked.

She stopped thinking when she was close enough to slam a fist into its gut, then rake her knife across its face, causing it to stumble back as a line of black blood started to trickle from underneath the strange unbleeding mask that Grimm created naturally. A flash of white crossed in front of her, which resolved into Weiss after she gave the creature a Dust-powered slash that spread ice along its body, temporarily gluing it to the ground.

Rose jumped back, allowing Ruby to come in with a twirling whirlwind slice, hitting the Ursa once, twice, three times before she was past it. The girl slammed her blade into the ground as the creature roared in pain, allowing her to stop her momentum and have a more stable spot from which to fire her very powerful sniper rifle, which was still usable in the weapon's melee form, not something you really see everyday among those with such variable weapons.

The ice cracked as Weiss sped towards it once again with the help of a white glyph that looked like the snowflake on the back of her jacket, which happened to be the symbol for the Schnee Dust Company (probably the family crest), and the creature broke free just in time to avoid the heiress' hit, putting the girl off-balance and allowing the Ursa's sideswipe to send the girl flying into a nearby alleyway, seemingly unaffected by Ruby's powerful sniper rounds beyond small puffs of Grimm blood.

Rose charged in, intent on distracting the creature from Ruby, and slammed it with a hit to the torso as it stood up, then dodged the follow-up swipe to slam a fist into a bone spike jutting from its left knee. That got it angry enough to hit her, sending her flying into another wall across the street.

Disoriented and buried as she now was, she couldn't see how Ruby faired against it. She could, however, hear the sound of Ruby's weapon, Crescent Rose, went off a few times and the Ursa roared as well. Then things went relatively silent and she unburied herself as fast as possible to charge at the alleyway that she assumed the three were now in, given that that's where Weiss had flown to.

Why was she running after the girls? Well, most of her was really just running after the Ursa, knowing it'd be a greater challenge cornered as it was. But a part of her was running after Ruby. She needed the girl safe.

She could care less about people. People were many. People were cockroaches. They survived. And while Vale was home now, the way Haven was before, there were a lot more people, a lot more protectors, less need of her active intervention because of the walls which kept out Grimm. They could take care of themselves.

Ruby, however, was innocent. She reminded her of a few people, friends she'd failed to protect, and she had an innocence to her that made her a Paragon rather than a Villain. She still had much to learn, but that sort of naivety was incredibly rare and a precious thing to be protected.

But when she reached the mouth of the alleyway, she almost wished she hadn't.

For just a split second, she saw the Ursa pinning Weiss to the wall, while Ruby struggled back to consciousness from where she lay a short distance from the Ursa and below a crack in the wall, probably from when she hit it.

After that split second, she was pulled back into a memory, and she saw Snow White, pinned to a tree by a Greater Beowolf, left claw through her gut and right paw raised to slash. To kill. Blake was crumpled against another tree nearby, concussed and helpless to stop it. If she'd had time to think, she would've known that it was only a memory and shaken it off to help Weiss, but she didn't have time. No time to think, but time enough to react.

And so, she lost it, giving up professionalism for blinding rage and she screamed a battle cry and rushed the 'Beowolf' to eviscerate it. She'd almost failed Snow once. She wouldn't do so again.

With a headlong rush, she slammed into the Grimm, knocking it to the ground. Then she began to slice it to pieces with the dagger in her hand, going first to cut every muscle in the central bundle, thus basically immobilizing the damn thing so that she could more easily, and more safely, cut off its head. When it tried to snap at her, bite her hand off, she snapped a punch to the open jaw, which immediately shut with a satisfying clack, and then held it closed as she sliced the beast open, and a wave of black Grimm blood washed over her, ruining her clothing. Not that she cared or even noticed.

When the beast had stilled against the alley wall, she calmed slightly and turned to 'Snow'. By now, her altered perception caused by the forced reliving of such a powerful and painful piece of her past was starting to break apart, to crack and fade, which meant that she started to come back to the reality of the present, allowing her to remember that she was currently in a city rather than a forest, that it had been an Ursa rather than a Beowolf. That Dust was a powerful force that existed and could do many things.

But 'Snow' was still Snow, rather than Weiss, which meant that there was no choice for Rose but to heal her as best she could. Weiss, she could not have cared less about, but Snow was what passed for family with her. One of the few remaining pieces that she'd ever cared about from her past.

She tore off the girl's ruined jacket and cut a quick square out of the ruined section of the girl's combat skirt so that she could get to the injury and she paled.

The Grimm's claw had pierced straight through the top and whatever protection the girl's Aura had provided. In fact, it was probable that the damage had been lessened by the girl's Aura, if only slightly.

However, her examination of the wound and her reaction took almost no time and with lightning speed, she grabbed the few small Dust crystals she always kept on her person after seeing their use before screaming at the image of Snow overlaid on where Weiss lay, "Oh, you are not going to fucking Die on me! Not now, not EVER!" And with that, she quickly turned the crystals into powder just from the sheer strength of her grip and put the powder on the wounds before she began to sew up the wounds that the Dust was already healing using her super-speed and the needle and thread that she also always kept on her person, hidden in a near-invisible belt she'd made back in the old days. Black today. It would look quite nice against the pale backdrop of the girl's stomach, though the blood would have to be cleaned away first.

When she'd finished setting the stitches, she had finally worked through the last of the memory. Almost. She had one last second of perfect-clarity thought, which she used to see exactly what had happened. She was glad that Snow wasn't in danger, if she ever was today, that Weiss would probably pull through, that Ruby was starting to stand back up.

And that, if the past was any judge, then in a second or two, she would lose all conscious thought and processing power to panic and violent instinct until someone sang her down. The panic attack would be due to the similarity between what had just happened and what had happened all that time ago in the forest, and she rarely did things small.

So, she leapt as far from the two as she could, feeling her back slam into a wall as she curled up and held her knees to her chest as she shut down. Her panic became her entire world until she registered movement, and then a set of strong arms holding her securely in place before she registered the singing.

Flaws. By Bastille. Good choice.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she calmed down and returned to reality as the faces of two, soon to be four, worried faces appeared in her vision with a fifth one she knew to be directly behind her.

But from the way she was held so tightly, Snow was probably going to be angry with her. Someone was probably dead.

A/N: I am really happy! Almost immediately after I posted the second chapter, I got 2 more follows! :D

Hope you liked this chapter, the next one will be interesting! And somewhat painful for a few characters.

Also, I fixed a little problem in the AO3 version. So, yeah, that's a good thing.