Chapter 7: A Wounded Heart Reaching

Adam

I stand in front of the compound. North of here is Beacon and I'm sure that that's where she went. She would have just guessed where it was, but I know that that's where she'd end up eventually. I clutch my chest and take a deep breath before starting the run to the cliff. Soon, I start to hear the howling, the sign that Beowolves are on my tail. I slide to a stop beside a tree before looking around, listening to every shift of movement from the shadows that are dogging me. I do a three-sixty spin to take in everything as the shadows emerge. This is nothing. I laugh a low, raspy laugh, one that would instill fear into any normal opponent, but these monsters are unfazed. I take a slow, deep breath and wait. It's best if they attack first.

Twelve surround me, and I feel their glares. Out of my peripheral, I see three on my left lunge forward. I don't even unsheathe Wilt to bat them away. They stagger backward, disoriented. I smirk and hit them once more over their head to finish it. They're left to become black mist. Another comes at me, and this time, I quickly slash and sheathe Wilt before stepping aside from one other opponent. Two charge from opposite ends, trying to keep me from running. I smile as I wait for just the right moment to unsheathe Wilt. Now! Wilt is a red blur as it cuts through flesh and bone cleanly, leaving the Beowolves a writhing mass of evaporating corpses.

I watch the smoke wisp around me, not even really concentrating on the others. This isn't a challenge. This is just too easy. "Where's my challenge!" I shout to the sky. I feel something sink into my shoulder. I look at it and see claws withdraw from my skin, coated in my blood. I think I might have lost it. I don't feel a thing, no pain, no regret. All I do is level Blush at its head and pull the trigger. There's the deafening sound of the bullet leaving the muzzle. It's a sweet but short symphony that pulls me into the madness that seems to slowly start to consume me. I shoot another and another and another, sending all of them down. It's just too easy, and I've lost the patience to kill them off slowly, to savor the blinding smoke that starts to cloud my vision in the wake of their dying forms.

There's three more, and they start to slowly back away. I could let them go, but I don't feel like having them call for backup. I just want to get to Beacon and get my answers. I take a deep breath and take off after them. I jump into the air and kick off a tree, making me turn perpendicular to the ground. As soon as I reach the crescendo of the arc and begin to fall, I pull Wilt and slice clean through their skulls. I land, kneeling and sheath my sword. Standing to my full height, I take a deep breath and run my hand through my hair.

"I'm on my way, Weiss." I whisper it into the wind, hoping that it doesn't carry it her way. I don't want her to know I'm coming because there's a chance, and unfortunately, it's the only reason I'm fixating on, that she didn't want to stay, that she left to get away from me. I hang my head for a few seconds until I feel something wet slide down my arm. I look at it and see the black of my coat becoming deeper, getting impossibly darker with every beat of my heart. I growl in frustration. This is just going to slow me down. Why the hell did I even get distracted enough to let this happen? I clutch my arm as I finally feel the pain envelope me. The adrenaline wore off, and now, the pain is just coursing through me. I grit my teeth and just slowly make my way to the cliff. I still have to get there, so I'll just have to bear with it.

Weiss

I must have sat at that window for hours because the sun is started to set. I bite my lip as I place my hand on the glass, trying to reach beyond it, to the past, to that forest, to that room. I close my eyes as a choked sob tries to make its way past my lips. Why am I even still dwelling on this? There's no possible way that we can even be together. Love over enemy lines never works in the favor of the lovers. There are too many things that can go wrong! Just look at Romeo and Juliet! Fuck, that was a messed up ending. Love doesn't last like that. Someone always ends up dead or leaving.

I lay my forehead on the window. I've had too much tragedy and fucking angst in my life for me to be experiencing it over something so trivial, so unnecessary. I bite my lip as I stare at the cliffs longingly. This is all just so confusing. I gasp as I see a black and red figure pulls itself up the edge of the cliff. At first, it looks like a Grimm, but I can't see any bone plating, no spikes, so I let the breath out. Who is it? I press myself closer to the window, hoping to get a better view, but I can't see anything else. The figure stands up fully, and realization hits me. Adam. It's Adam. I bolt down the hall, towards the exit. Running as fast as I can, despite any rational thought that I possess, I wind up standing in front of him in less than a minute. I pant for breath as I stare into his eyes. He's not wearing his mask, and it's confusing. He never goes out without. Then, I slap myself mentally. I'd gotten so used to his habits, his schedules, in such a short time. I memorized every detail of him.

A/N: SHHHHH. I suck at fight scenes. Deal with it. lol. Development wise, how do you feel it went?

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