I've started writing this fic in time. Will I post it in time? More, in the next AN!
I know, I know, this is as useless as Yang's right arm, but I just can't bear seeing this disappear. Just like Raven.
Sorry.
(Little warning, this chapter contains trigger for violence. And some swear words.)
The name of the world was pain.
Everything was black, cold and painful. Everything had turned too fast. She still had troubles understanding what had happened, how everything had slipped into violence.
A while ago, she was peacefully attending a march for Faunuses' right, with her blue White Fang flag, happily discussing with the bull-horned guy at her left. Everything was fine, they weren't even yelling nor disturbing the peace, they had the authorizations, there were even a few humans amongst the protester, all calmly discussing with the others about future, rights and injustice. Of course there were some hateful looks, but most people that had those just changed streets eventually covering their kids eyes.
Everything was good. Until they reached a specific turn, a specific intersection. They came from every other street, cornering them. They all wore black outfits, black hoods, and various weapons that shone discreetly in the setting sun. A few seconds of silence passed, the mood of the protesters rapidly dropping and the tension thickening visibly.
Then all things exploded, as the hooded crowd started to attack. The protestors started running around, searching for the nearest cover, but Blake froze for one too many seconds, still unable to believe the violence that had so suddenly started to rage around, and she fell prey to the masked wrath. But before the crowd could even reach her, one of them throwed a flashbang grenade, and for Blake, the world went completely white, muffled, and incoherent.
Closing her eyes in renewed pain, she shivered in the back alley she had taken cover in, the bruises, cuts and burns all too fresh on her skin for her to support remembering how they were inflicted. The only thing she could think at the time was that humans were racist, violent scums, and that the world was a dark, cold place where all hope of progress was futile. And in the back of her head, a little voice kept worrying about the fact that she still couldn't see, when the awful buzzing of the flashbang had stopped hours ago.
The name of the world was pain. And despair.
"Oh my god, what happened to you?"
A voice, breaking the cold but calm dizziness in which she had sheltered. She almost wanted to push it back, to keep dwelling in her own misery, but she wasn't stupid. She needed help, and it would be foolish to push back someone that seemed genuinely worried. At her own surprise, she managed to muster a small "Help… please…" that in other circumstances, would have made her frown in front of such frail voice and pathetic call. But now was no time to quibble about it.
Biting her lower lip in horror, Yang barely contained a surprised gasp when the street lights finally shone on the girl she had just carried out of the alley. She was covered in blood, her skin was deformed by bruises, bad looking burns and cuts… One of them was dangerously running on her eyes, but perhaps worst than everything… Two bloodied, scorched stubs stood where should probably have been Faunus' ears. Feeling a sudden outburst of nausea for whoever could have done this to another human being, she carefully took the girl in her arms as she had passed out and started walking home.
She felt angry, sick, but most of all ashamed for what other so-called humans had done today, for the sake of stupid, racist thoughts. Clenching her teeth to refrain her anger, she delicately covered the injured stranger with what she could, in this case a bloodied, torn apart flag that had once bored the White Fang's symbol.
Okay. What happened to me? What happened to the naïve, fluffy me?
No idea, but I hope that was just a weird phase. Hope I didn't disturb you too much, and I'll see you all tomorrow !