Author notes: I don't quite know where to begin. I read Shane's letter about Monty's vision for RWBY and Rooster Teeth. At first I was feeling a lot of emotions and was going to actually stop writing or delete my stories but I've realised how stupid that would be. There's little I can do as a fan but I figured I could at least continue my writing. As Monty said, keep moving forwards and I intend to do so. About this story, I have tried writing in a different style for this part. At first I wrote it normally but it just didn't work and I didn't want to update the story with a dull chapter. If you guys enjoy this different style please let me know because I might do it again for a future fight scene, if not I'll try how I wrote before.
Anyhow as per usual likes and comments are much appreciated and yeah I guess, enjoy?
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all creditability and ownership of the following scenarios and characters goes to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.
WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
Blake had no time to think. Little space to move, No room for mistakes.
Adam was close, too close.
The obsidian trees with branches like twisting fingers clawed her back; back to the beast.
Blake pushed her retreat; Adam pushed towards her.
The open snow field was just two metres in front of her.
She ran, she sprinted as fast as her legs could physically move; the beast was coming.
He had never stopped hunting.
The shrieking whistle pierced through her before the bullet did
Blake screamed as it pounded off her aura, she stumbled.
The beast had caught his prey.
"WHO WAS SHE BLAKE?"
The roar violently ricocheted through the tight knot of trees and snow.
Its echoes advancing directly behind her. He was here.
Blake whimpered as she clutched Gambol Shroud in one hand and the wound in the other. The cold ice biting through her soaked clothes.
She couldn't make it.
Blood trickling down her lips, Blake lurched forwards.
She had to try.
Not daring to look back, swallowing the blood and pain, Blake burst into the clearing
Legions of Grimm were circling the woods; fear consuming all.
She was outnumbered by beasts.
Out of options, out of patience, out of mind; tired of running
Blake turned, grabbing Gambol Shroud with both hands; just in time to block the monster who haunted her nightmares, the beast who was pouncing at her back.
Adam howled as he sprang from the trees and slammed Wilt down against the blade of Gambol Shroud with all his strength. Snow erupting around the brawling Faunus in an explosive circle. Clarity overtook Blake as the small white shards fell like hail around them; filling her with dark apprehension and awareness.
One of them was going to die.
Agonising shrieks from the swords contact broke into the sky and snapped Blake's concentration back as Adam's weapon clashed against hers mid-air in a tangent of deadly uppercuts and strikes; all aimed to kill. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, YOU'RE MY LOVE! WE WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER, CAN'T YOU SEE THAT!" Adam shrieked. Unleashing flurries of offensive attacks at his opponent. Pushing Blake further back into the field.
Adam pounded Wilt with his full strength against Gambol Shroud; severely diminishing Blake's stamina and strength with every hit. Blake's bones were burning, her muscles pleading for rest. She couldn't last much longer. Shifting her focus from Adam, Blake tried looking for a way to harness her surroundings and save herself from the inevitable mortal blow from Wilt.
She knew she couldn't win. Not in her condition.
Even if she could disarm Adam, the Grimm were getting bolder. They were approaching from all sides, descending like shadows from the woods. Their red eyes burning; demanding blood. Inspiration quickly enveloped Blake; she could use the Grimm. The Grimm were drawn to fear, to hate; Adam's rage was calling to them. Blake just needed a way to get them to go for him and not for her; she needed Adam to lose himself to his hate.
Blake growled as she painfully grit her teeth together, slowly building up her remaining strength into an overpowering push against Wilt as she thought about what would enrage Adam the most… "I was never your love and I never will be Adam! You don't control me anymore."
Adam's jaw tightened, his lips quickly parting in a vicious snarl as he exerted more force against Gambol Shroud and lowered his head dangerously close to Blake's face. "That filthy human girl corrupted you! She turned you away from me! FROM US! YOU WERE MINE!" Adam yelled as his hair and the dust infused material in his clothes began to glow a vicious red.
Blake's left foot staggered and slipped weakly behind her on ice at the overpowering force Adam was exerting.
It was too much.
Blake's eyes widened as Adam's poisonous smirk grew wider. Unparalleled fear shot through Blake as she realised her mistake.
Everything seemed to slow after that.
Growling deep within his chest, Adam thrust forwards.
Blake feel to the right, into the cold snow.
Before she could move or get back up, Adam shot a round of Blush into her stomach.
Blake's purple aura flickered around her, she cried out at the pain
She was completely vulnerable.
Adam maliciously laughed as he approached.
Blake's head whipped around, looking for a salvation.
The Grimm were not close enough to attack, it was too late to use her scroll, and they were alone.
No one was coming.
Then Blake noticed Gambol Shroud, sinking into the snow next to her face
Blake reached for it with her right hand.
Adam reached it first.
Shooting her weapon's hilt with Blush, Adam sent the katana wheeling away from Blake.
"You know Blake, I'm surprised you came back to the hall for your weapon, that you came back for that human filth." Adam chastised as he slowly paced before Blake.
Swiping Wilt twice to the left, Adam slowly approached.
Blake squeezed her eyes shut as she summoned all of her remaining strength into a final move.
She would not go down without a final fight.
Feeling her skin pull tight and a deep pulse begin to pound at the back of her skull, Blake pushed with all of her might, forming three shadow clones at once. A sudden tide of sickness swept over her as she fought to keep her eyes open, battling unconsciousness as she pushed her semblance beyond its limits. The clones formed on the floor before standing tall, each an exact replica of herself. Blake didn't know how long she could hold the solid illusions, she had never summoned three before.
Adam whirled back as each clone picked up a replica of Gambol Shroud and rushed towards him.
Black dots were creeping into Blake's vision as she heard the sound of a sword being sheathed. Blake knew what it meant; she needed to pull her clones back, but she was too exhausted and it was already too late. She shouldn't have sent all three to attack, she should've used one to reach her own weapon.
Closing her eyes in defeat, she felt chills creep down her spine; Adam had unleashed his semblance.
Three painful aftershocks ran under Blake's skin as she felt her clone's vanish into thin air.
He had killed them all.
Hearing the click of Wilt once more being sheathed, Blake felt numb.
She had lost.
The crunch of heavy footsteps neared, Blake remained unmoving.
Adam pulled Blake to her knees, nearly ripping the thin material under his hands.
Blake wobbled unbalanced, Adam wrapped his right hand around her throat, making Blake choke… The sound of the desperate, coughed gasps making Adam smile.
"I promised that I would destroy everything you loved and I kept that vow my darling. Do you want to know how I did it?" Adam smirked as Blake said nothing. "I never left your side. I was always there… Just as a part of you will always stay with me once I am done with you my love."
Blake's eyes wearily opened as Adam gently placed his left hand on the top of her head whilst his right one unsheathed Wilt.
This was it.
Blake didn't want her last image to be Adam's mask or cruel smirk, yet she couldn't look away.
Blake's breathing slowed, counting down her last breaths and pumps of her heart as Adam raised Wilt.
Five…
Four...
Three…
Two….
"Goodbye my love"
The sword was descending through the air, falling closer and closer.
A figure emerged from Blake's left. Sprinting through the cold
It reached out, grabbing Adam's left hand; pushing it away with a guttural yell.
The figure was within touching distance, directly forcing themselves between her and Adam.
The sound of Wilt piercing through flesh resonated through the air.
A heavy volume of blood impacted and thudded against the fresh snow.
Pain emanated through Black as she toppled to the floor from the push.
Blinking away her surprise, Blake looked up through blurry eyes.
The glowing red tip and top half of Wilt was peeking through a blurred figures personalised brown combat uniform. The blade sheathed deep within the person's upper left torso, behind a curtain of messy blonde hair. Exactly where Blake's head had been seconds before.
Yang.
A high pitched, painful shriek emanated from all around, Blake didn't even realise it was her screaming.
She was too distracted by the swell of dark purple blood.
It wasn't stopping; it was spilling in thick trickles down her partner's uniform and onto the snow beneath her.
Yang's blood.
Blake could do nothing but watch and scream as Yang's head raised to look at Adam who was still holding onto Wilt. Shock plain on his face.
Yang raised her left arm in front of her torso, her hand tightly gripping the part of the blade currently not lodged through her heart. She didn't know what she was doing anymore.
She wasn't herself anymore.
A sharp shriek, the sound of metal cutting through diamonds broke through Blake's yells as Yang tightened her grip, her whole body glowing an ethereal red as the pressure in her hand increased until a piercing cry emerged.
Yang shattered Wilt with her bare hand, sending small explosions of the million shards of the sword in all directions, the pieces shredding through Adam's aura whilst a dark blanket covered over Yang and Blake, protecting them from the blast.
Blake blink and winced at the bright explosion before looking back up. Adam stumbled to his knees, clutching at his face, where his eyes are, yelling profanities in pain.
Some of the shards had pierced through the slits in the Grimm mask. Causing blood to pour all down his sliced body. Yang remained still for moments before grabbing the shattered end of wilt with her left hand and pulling it from her chest with a sickening slurp as more blood poured from the wound.
Blake whimpered as Yang stood away from her and approached the screaming Adam. Twirling the blade in her hand, she kicked Adam with her left foot to the ground.
He fell backwards easily, curled up in pain, begging for mercy.
Yang raised her foot before crushing it down against Adam's ribcage, waiting until she heard the snapping of bones.
Adam wheezed a painful breath before Yang eased her foot off of him, briefly dropping the remnants of wilt, as she raised him to his knees before picking the blade back up.
Blake was frozen as Yang slowly eased a partial piece of Wilt through Adam's back, causing her ex-mentor to vomit blood before Yang took a step back and raised her left fist.
Yang's hair burnt bright yellow as she primed her arm then punched the remaining piece of sword through Adam, sending the blade straight through him like a knife through butter. The sheer force she used causing a miniature sonic boom as snow blasted through the air, making Blake raise her arms up to her eyes.
Once the ringing in her ears died down, Blake tried clearing the snow around her to see what had happened; Adam's body had been flung across the field to the far trees. A horde of grimm surrounded it, devouring his remains, but that's not what scared her the most.
Yang stood in front of her, soaked in purple blood, yet she was glowing a violent yellow, purple and red like a tormented flame.
A single tear trailed down her right cheek
Blake was speechless, she couldn't say anything.
Yang raised her left hand to her as the glow slowly faded and small, flickering orange cracks began to form across her skin.
Blake felt numb as the dead and burnt skin slowly began to peel from Yang.
Yang kept her eyes on her as the pieces began crumbling slowly away from her body before being picked up in a light breeze where they changed to a miserable grey and black; the colour of charcoal.
It hit Blake then; Yang had burnt herself out.
Blake sat unmoving as tears began falling down her cheeks, this could not be happening. She refused to believe that this was real.
The remnants began to glow a brighter yellow as chunks of the embers fell apart to the wind; first it was the fingers of Yang's left hand which smoothly dissolved into cinders when it quickly transferred to her upper arm like the flow of a tidal wave. As the pieces began to fade, Yang opened her mouth and whispered a hushed farewell. Knowing this would be the end. "See you on the other side Kitten."
Blake froze as she stared into Yang's lilac eyes before they too were whisked away in the wind. It was over. Yang was gone, she messed up her chance to say goodbye and in a cruel twist of fate… she was the one who was left behind… An aching pain of loneliness broke through Blake at the realisation; nothing else remained behind except a small pile of ashes from where her partner had just stood minutes before…
Author notes / End notes: My apologies if this style of writing makes the story go really quick but that was the idea, it has some suspense and leaves a lot of questions. If people really hate it I'll re-write this chapter. Also for those who might be upset about this ending and want to leave … don't give up on me now… It's not over yet ;)