More angst ft. Yang

Honestly, what even is a schedule anymore? But in my defense school started today and I had a crapton of summer work to finish last minute. What can I say? I'm a procrastinator at heart.

Yang stared down at her clenched fists, her teeth grit in frustration. A low growl escaped her throat as her thoughts unbiddenly flitted back to Mercury's smug smirk.

Mercury had attacked her, she was sure of it. But the camera's showed differently, as did the horrified testaments of countless witnesses.

Yang couldn't understand any of it. She couldn't even begin to fathom what exactly this meant for her. Was she really just seeing things? Twisting reality to feed some monstrous desire for bloodlust? But it had all felt real, it had looked real, it was real- or had been.

It's not like she could blame them though, for not believing her. She knew it didn't make sense, and the cameras, plus the boy with a broken leg spoke for everything else.

Over all of it though, the thing that horrified her most was her teammates' reaction. They had come to see her when she was being escorted away by the guards.

Ruby didn't sign anything, her gaze just kept flickering between Yang's eyes and the floor. Weiss look disgusted, a tinge of fear showing through in her tight frown and scathing glare. Yang didn't miss the way Weiss had angled herself, putting a barrier between Yang and Ruby. Any other time, it would be funny, but not like this, never like this.

And Blake, Blake looked close to tears, her eyes glued to the floor. Her bow was further down than Yang had ever seen it, and Blake's teeth were grit tight with an emotion Yang couldn't decipher. Blake shifted away as Yang was led past her, the movement was tiny, unnoticeable to most, but it didn't escape Yang.

Now she was just angry. Angry at herself. Angry at the world. Angry at Mercury.

Most of her anger was unjustified, especially considering the boy who's leg she had just snapped, but logic could never hold back her emotions, and it sure as hell wasn't going to now.

More than anything, even the anger, she wanted answers.

Her mind flips back to another memory, of a deserted courtyard, dead of night, and the familiar figure waiting for her there.

Raven had warned Yang about what was to come. She only used vague, nondescript words, but the meaning was there. If anything, she had told Yang to be wary of the team from Haven, the team that had a girl with emerald hair, and a boy with silver hair.

Yang may not like her mother, hell, she could barely even trust the woman. But there had been something in the woman's voice, something that screamed to Yang that it was nothing but brunt, brutal honesty.

So Yang had watched, carefully, out of the corner of her eye. She had looked for anything that might seem off about the new arrivals. To her annoyance, she hadn't been able to find anything that might justify Raven's claims- well, besides for the fact that their other teammate, Cinder, looked a little too old to be in a training school, but Yang was never one to point out bad life decisions for other people. They never seemed to have a fourth teammate either, but that suspicion was cleared in the first round of the tournaments.

So she had waited, looked onwards, and here she was now.

She would find the truth. What she saw was valid, it had to be, to some extent.

She would find the truth and she would set things right with the public, but more importantly her teammates, her sister.

She would do it, and she would rather die before letting someone stop her.

Does anybody know what's happening with that volume 2 end credits scene, because I sure don't. Also, how in the world did Cinder pass as a student? She looks years older than anybody attending should. I mean, it was still a great plan, but really? No one caught onto that?