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Chapter 3: Found and Cared For

Adam

Three fucking days and we haven't heard from her father at all. He's evading all of our messages and warnings. It's like he doesn't want to know what's happening to his own daughters. I kick a stray cart that's just sitting in the middle of the hallway. Fucking bastard, that's what he is. He doesn't care about anyone but himself and his fucking company. It's like he wants his one and only heir to be tortured and killed. He's a fucking piece of work, that's what he is. He deserves everything that will happen to him, whether by my hand or by others'.

I reach the makeshift jail that the White Fang have converted just for our newest prisoner, with specific Aura suppressors and everything, all detailed specifically to glyph users. I sigh as I open the door to see a huddled figure in the corner, covered by the blanket I had given her that first night. "Oi! Princess! Time for our first session." There's no reaction. I walk in to stand beside her. Kicking her lightly in the back, I try again. "Hey, get up!"

She doesn't move. I panic a little throw the blanket off of her. Under it, she was huddled in a tight ball, her skin almost blue, and there was absolutely no movement. Panic strikes a chord in me, making me spur into action. The entire time I'm trying to revive her, I justified the utter panic as me trying to save the only bargaining chip the White Fang has right now, but really, I just can't see her in this state, so unmoving, barely breathing, and freezing cold. I know what I told her a few days ago, about the torture and pain, but I couldn't do that without being eaten alive by the guilt that would come from it. I would do it, pretend to relish the pained screams and every swipe of a blade, but I would feel the humanity within me pressing against the maddened barrier that has has clouded my mind. I know she and her family have been a fucking thorn in the back of the White Fang and all Faunus, and that's putting it lightly. I can almost think of just leaving her to freeze to death, but I curb that instinct and pick her up. This isn't going to go well if I can't get her to a warmer place.

I walk briskly down the hall, gritting my teeth against the cold that's emanating from her form. Soon enough, I find myself standing in front of my own door, wondering how the hell I even got this far without being stopped. I look from side to side to see that the halls are empty, save for a couple of pieces of trash and a cart or two. I sigh. Security is getting lax, especially after the news got out that I had taken the heiress straight from her room, not even facing a single opponent or obstacle.

I kick the door open, making sure I don't hit her head or something on the doorframe. Laying her on the bed, I quickly race to the bathroom and run some hot water. I get the water to a nice temperature, between scolding and luke warm. I run a bath and let the tub fill a decent amount before cutting the water off and going back to the get the girl. I sigh again as I heft her back into my arms and make my way back to the tub. I lay her in it, clothes and all, and wait for her to warm.

Weiss

Something drips down my face, a warm liquid that soaks into my hair. I reach my hand up to pluck something, a small weight, off of my forehead. It's a wet rag. I stare at it curiously, and that's when I notice that I'm actually warm. I'm also not in that cell, if this bed is any indication. I look around and find that the red haired man is in bed beside me, on top of the covers. I scoot away from him hastily, trying to get away from the psycho. I fall off the bed, landing with a thump. It hurts so bad, but I don't care. I have to get out of here before he wakes up.

I stand up and start to walk to the door, but I trip over something. I land hard, face first. It hurts like hell, but I make myself sit up. What did I trip on? I look down to see that I'm in pants. What the hell? I was in my nightgown for three days, and then, suddenly, I'm in pants? They're way too long, too. I look down and inspect the rest of the clothes. I'm not in my nightgown at all! What the fuck! I'm wearing some kind of v-neck, cotton shirt and black pants, just like… I turn to the red haired man. He changed me. He changed me!

I stand up and bend over to roll up my pants before stomping over to the man. "Hey!"

He sits up automatically, startled by my outburst. I see him reach for his weapon to find it gone. "What the hell?!"

I clear my throat. "You changed my clothes." I'm seething right now. Fear or no fear, this man saw me naked and more vulnerable than I've ever been. Not even my father saw me unconscious. He was always barred from the room after training or a beating.

He rolls his eyes. He has the audacity to be flippant about something so sacred, so humiliating for me. "I couldn't exactly put you in the bed in a wet nightown, could I?"

Wet? What is he talking about? "Why was I wet?"

He sighs, whether in resignation or annoyance I have no clue. "You had hypothermia, or was on the verge of it. I put you in a bath to warm you."

Hypothermia? "Why didn't you just let me die?" I look at him curiously. Why couldn't he have just let me sit there for a few more hours? He and my father could have been rid of me once and for all.

"Your usefulness hadn't run out just yet, princess. There's no way I could have let you drop dead, especially on my watch." So, it was self preservation? Would he really go to so much effort just to make sure he didn't have to explain my death?

I'm reeling with confusion. It doesn't make sense. He was talking about torturing me not even three days ago, or was it three days? "How many days have I been in here?"

He looks off into the distance, like he's thinking. "Six? I'm pretty sure it's been six days." He nods. "It's kinda hard to tell when there's no sun or clock to go by."

He took care of me for six days. He could have done anything to me during that time, but I don't feel any pain or any violation that could have been done to me. I look at him in a new color. He saved my life when he was tasked to end it. There was no true motivation behind his actions, and it makes me sad that he's in the organization that's out for my family, for me. Why? I sigh. "So, I've been here for nine days? What about my father?"

His face hardens. "There's no word from him." Oh, this figures. Of course he'd abandon me to the White Fang. He'll probably make it sound so tragic before announcing a new heir out of necessity. He won't cave to their demands. I know he won't.

I look up at the man and sigh, on the brink of tears. "To be expected."

He looks at me, confused. "What the hell does that mean?"

I turn around, giving him my back. It's probably dangerous, but at this point, I don't care. I have nothing to live for anymore, and he's probably going to kill me as soon as he can, so there's no point in trying to live anymore. I'll just have to take every moment he lets me live at face value and cherish it. Maybe he'll even let me send a message to my team or something, tell them that I died. It wouldn't hurt to ask.

There's a knock at the door, and I turn in surprise. The man looks angry and panicked, like he's going to get caught doing something wrong. "Shit. Okay, um, you need to go into the bathroom and not make a sound." He literally pushes me into the bathroom before shutting the door. This is certainly an interesting development. I'm not supposed to be in here, am I?

A/N: Alrighty. Another chapter up! I'm happy about this one. It speaks to me. It makes me feel that the evil in the world isn't true evil but good corrupted. That fuzzy feeling and crap, ya know? *sigh* This Adam makes me sympathetic... My Adam is so not the real Adam... *sigh*

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