Chapter V

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The hour came, now Weiss was being released from the hospital wounds fully healed (save for the emotional ones) and a certain pill in her system. She had to be escorted out on a wheelchair despite going against Weiss's will. She saw the gesture trivial and meaningless. She had already proven she could walk around on her own, so why should she have to suffer the humiliation of being forced into a chair until they said she could get up? All this however, didn't matter at the moment, nerves were building in anticipation to arrive at her new home… or rather shelter. She wouldn't be staying for long. She needed to have a roof over her head until she was able to pay her own way, which with Weiss's skills wouldn't take long. She was ready for the challenges ahead.

Ruby had just recently earned her licence (much to her sister's demise. Yang didn't know it was possible to be a more reckless driver than she was, and she had Bumblebee, her prized highly customized motorcycle!) so it was the brunette who had drove Yang and herself to the hospital to see their friend who they were now escorting to her next home. The time Weiss spent in the hospital made her more studious than before, keeping to books and on few occasions actually holding conversation with the nurse that had been looking after her.

Ruby happily opened the right rear passenger door as Weiss stood from her wheelchair. Weiss had a wobbly start, forgetting for a while what it was like to be on her own two feet. Soon enough however, she regained her balance and centered her equilibrium. Sliding into the car, Ruby shut the door for Weiss, this reminded her all too much of her past life. She was ready to give that up. No courtesy, no chivalry, just a world of savages and her friends. Weiss was determined to show her father that not only did she have the strength to survive on her own, but could some how bring the Schnee Dust Company to its knees. Yes. She would become one of the youngest economic pioneers in history and make the stock market her play thing and watch her father's business crumble. This was her end game, it would take many, many years to do, but she was in for the long haul.

Ruby slid into the driver's door and started the vehicle. The small red land rover was perfect for the girl. If she had a wreck the dependable safety frame would be more than enough protection, as well as a reinforced windshield (courtesy of her uncle Qrow) she wouldn't have a scratch in a car accident. The vehicle hummed to life, the absolute power of the engine flooding the air, causing lesser noises not to be heard. Weiss had already had her seatbelt buckled. She was afraid of Ruby's driving due to the stories Yang had told her and just the younger girl's hyperactivity. It was a dangerous trip indeed.

The trip to Blake's home was short, living down town had its benefits, every major building was within four minutes. Weiss gazed out her window in amazement, the sheer amount of people with the amount of things to do and see flooded the streets. Every new sign drawing her attention paying close attention to its patrons instead of its advertisements. Most of the stores and shops would be practical to be seen and popular. Stores like: Velvet's Secret, Tukston's booktrade, Dust Till Dawn, and several more. Seeing all of these stores reminded Weiss that since she had been casted out of her own home, she no longer had any other set of clothing. The only thing she had was her regular outfit consisting of an ice blue blouse with matching skirt, her usual set of heels, a hair accessory (given to her by her grandfather) and her silver dagger.

The small group of girls arrived to their destination, a large apartment complex that looked like a four star hotel, made entirely of a white brick towering up to fourteen stories in height. The building was massive. The front of the building had an almost over-sized awning that looked like two had be sewed together along with four pillars that supported it. The large rotating glass doors finished the image that Weiss had painted in her mind, and by finished she would mean totally destroyed. Weiss had no idea a book writer could have the large amount of money to afford a room in a building such as this. Before walking up to the revolving doors Weiss spotted a sort of courtyard that was on the left side of the building, it looked like it was well kept.

Weiss entered the building, the massive entrance had a grey tile floor plan leading all the way to the elevators where it had turned into a red carpet with several designs running along it. The elevators were a slight distance from the front desk. The man behind the counter looked up to see Weiss approaching and immediately stopped what he was doing to look up and provide a friendly smile (no doubt regulation for working here). The man was dressed in a black suit, which for this atmosphere seemed correct, however the offsetting thing about him was his blue hair (complete with a set of goggles). Weiss had just reached the counter when the man pulled out a sign in book.

"Hello miss! I don't think I've seen you here before, are you a visitor?" He asked as gently as he could. The man actually frightened Weiss, to even think about the male gender made her mind start to panic slightly.

"Y-Yes…" Weiss answered cautiously.

"And who will you be seeing today?" He asked, his disarming smile made Weiss only more alert, the smile seemed innocent on the surface, but she had no clue what the man was actually thinking beneath it all, call it paranoia, but she was still scared.

"Blake… Blake Belladonna." She answered truthfully. Saying "a friend" may not have been the best choice here. plus what was there to lie about?

"Alright, I'll let her know you're coming up. She's on the top floor, room 1451. Please, enjoy your stay." The man said happily. Weiss nodded in return as the man went for his landline that was supposedly connected to the rooms in the building. Weiss took a deep breath. This was surely to be nerve wracking… right? This wasn't something people are just used to doing, but there is nothing weird about it. Blake's just helping out someone in need right? She steeled herself to meet the raven haired girl once again.

There was a small group of people heading to the elevators, most likely coming back from the lunch rush. She decided to hurry and get to one of the six elevators first. As she passed by she heard the entire group talking to one another.

"Nora, I swear you eat nothing but pancakes when we go out to eat." Said a blonde boy at the front of the group. A girl with orange hair let out a small laugh and rubbed the back of her hair.

"Truly Nora. I think it's time you expanded your horizons on food choice." Said another teenager within the group, this one had on a lotus green suit with a pink vest on underneath. The last person in the group didn't speak, she only followed in silence nodding her head. Her fiery red hair made her easily the most noticeable in the group.

As Weiss sped past to the farthest elevator the leader of said group must have taken notice. "Hey there snow angel, I don't think I've seen you around before!" He called out to her. Weiss was already at the opening to an elevator, the soft ding could be heard, the frightened expression must have given it away as she sprinted into the elevator and pressed the close button as fast as she could.

"Wait!" The man called out to her to no avail. The elevator had already closed and left him behind.

Weiss took a deep breath as she pushed the button for the top floor. She slumped against the wall of the elevator descending into a sitting position. Was this really going to be that hard? Was she doomed to act like this her whole life? Maybe.. but there was always another route around it. She knew with time she would become stronger and gain her will back, but as of now that aforementioned will was no where to be seen. A ding rang out inside of the elevator causing Weiss to jump, it arrived at the fourteenth floor. She quickly stood up and walked out. Now, to find room 1451.

Weiss briskly walked down the hall headed straight for her objective, which was half way down the hall, but the numbers on the door flew by in rapid succession. 14, 20, 25, 30, 39, 47. Finally she reached her destination, 1451. She knocked on the dark wood door three times to announce her presence. The door quickly opened to reveal Blake with slightly messy hair and a very clean home behind her.

"Come in." She said softly with a smile. A flashback quickly shot to Weiss, she quickly backed away from the door until she hit the wall behind her.

"N-No! You… Y-You can't make me! Not again!" Weiss was screaming at this point. She was having a brutal PTSD attack in the middle of the hall. Blake quickly rushed to Weiss's side as she slid her back down the wall into a fetal sitting position. Blake squatted down to meet Weiss's gaze and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Weiss." She said softly but quickly. "Hey. Wake up. You aren't there anymore. I'm right here with you." She said with her continued soft voice.

Weiss's eyes widened and she started to look around. She was in a hall with a red carpet running the length of the hall and white wall paper running the sides of the wall all the way down.

"Hey… It's me… Blake. You know me." Weiss's eyes shifted to Blake and focused only on her and her amber eyes. "You're safe here… Whatever happened before isn't happening now." Weiss seemed to calm down losing the edge she just had after taking a long look into the amber orbs Blake called her eyes.

Because of the disturbance, Blake's neighbor across the hall poked his head out of the door, revealing a tanned tennager with messy blond hair, his white button up shirt undone with the collars all the way raised (such as his fashion). "She okay?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"She's fine… Just a panic attack. Thanks Sun." Blake replied giving him a reassuring smile.

"Alright then." He said before going back into his room and shutting the door.

Weiss's road to recovery was going to be a lengthy one, but at this exact moment in time Blake made a decision. She was going to help Weiss with whatever she needed, she wanted to see the girl in less of a panicked mode, and become more relaxed. She was going to see this through to the end, whatever it meant.