The van rumbled past the dense jungle, treading over leaves and roots and pouring black smoke from its roaring rear.

At the helm of the reckless vehicle was Yang Xiao Long, eyes aflame with excitement, foot never leaving the accelerator, and smiling psychotically.

"Um…Yang?" Pyrrha anxiously grasping on the back of the blonde's seat. "Do you think you're a bit…too excited?"

"Excited?!" Yang whooped, watching the speedometer clock over and rattle tipsily "This is you're boyfriend's gonads we're talking about!"

Pyrrha rolled her eyes "He lied to me. It needs an Arc to break the curse. He lied."

Her words trailed off, and her gaze fell.

But it did not falter the exuberant behaviour of the driver.

"It doesn't matter. In the end, you'll still love him!" Yang smirked. Approaching the truck Jaune was held captive in, she egged the machine on to go even faster. "Just like my mum." She muttered.

It was a quiet mutter, one that was not meant to be heard, but was. Pyrrha appalled face matched the other's too.

"What?!"

Internally, a sigh bounced around her insides. Yang had explained it before painfully, and it looks like she would have to again.

"My mum. She always went on wild adventures, and never came back from one of em. I always look for clues of where she went. Like the thrill."

It was a simple explanation, but it reflected her thoughts well, if not censoring her deep fear and sadness.

Through her pursuit of answers, she had encountered innumerable hazards, but it was to be expected, and plus, Yang didn't mind in the slightest. Her hand tightened on the rubber ring lining the steering wheel. If it meant finally meeting her long lost mother, she wouldn't care.

The van clawed across rough rocks and stones, steadily gaining on the truck ahead.

What she would do to meet her mother…how she missed her…she would dream about her sometimes…

"YANG! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

Yang was promptly shoved back into reality as the nose of their van crumpled into the back of the truck. The car jolted and Yang was propelled straight into the lorry's cargo area, slamming into the cold, unwelcoming steel flooring. A soft growl addressed her.

"Ms. Xiao Long…" Cinder snarled irritatedly.

Yang picked herself up, clutching the painful throb in her side.

"Hey…I don't remember your name…"

White hot flames ignited in the palm of Cinder's hand, caressing her fingers and overlapping each other.

"Woah, hey, don't have to get so mad!" Yang yelled hotly, but a jet of pure fire hit her torso, and she went flying out past the jeep and onto the road.

"YANG!" Ruby wailed, watching her sister get swallowed by the rushing scenery.

Pyrrha hopped into the driver's seat. She had a harrowing decision. Yang or Jaune? They only could afford the get one. If they stopped and drove back to get Yang, they would lose the truck to the wild undergrowth of the rainforest. But if they continued to chase Jaune, there was no guarantee that they would be able to find her again.

"Pyrrha!" Blake shouted hurriedly, "We need to get Yang!"

But the warrior shook her head sternly. Thinking back on what Yang had told her, she replied "In the end, I still love him. I still love Jaune!" Hoping that the blonde won't snap her neck later, she put the van in high gear and hear in the engine bellow.

Cinder gave a sigh of annoyance. These kids sure were pestilent. Conjuring more flames in her hand, she grimaced. Time to end this. NOW.

Finally at full speed, the van straightened up with the left flank of the truck.

Inside, Roman's brows furrowed. He set his cane on the open window, the business end of it aimed at the aggressor. He flicked a switch on it and brought out a trigger, and eased his index finger into in.

"Ready to see your friends die?" The man smiled, and pushed the trigger.

Roman's cane was fucking powerful, Pyrrha brooded. Mental note to get one of them when she could.

Just nearly avoiding an intense detonation from Roman's cane, the van whined and curved dangerously off track, sending sand and pebbles flying under it's spasming wheels.

With his enemies flustered, he trained directed his muzzle at them with a sly, fox like grin.

But he would never get the chance to shoot.

Talons shredded the steel roof with an agonising screech, splaying the ceiling in two and burying themselves deep into Torchwick's back, bringing out a blood curling scream from him. Warm, red liquid squirted out of his back out like water from a hose, and it went across the windscreen and into Jaune's gaping mouth, who was lying flat against the door, silent in horror.

"Fucking help me!" Roman screamed, the once brown leather seat he rested on lamented in blood.

Jaune sunk lower "How do i help you?!"

Somewhere in the truck, Cinder's yell of trepidation shot out.

"I don't fucking know! Do something!" Roman screamed back.

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!" Jaune yelled, his face red and dripping with blood.

"I DON'T KNOW! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Roman shrieked.

"HOW!?" Jaune retorted

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GET ME OUT!" Roman bawled.

The talons rose, and carried a still screaming and severely bleeding Roman out of sight, blood spraying out of his back.

"Oh my God…" Weiss stuttered, for a giant Grimm Griffin was flying away with a man in his claws. It had spend the whole day ravaging the landscape for a meal that could satisfy its hunger, and it had at long last found it.

Soaring high into the air, it let loose a delighted caw.

On tonight's menu : Roman Torchwick.

With the man's fluids still in his shaking mouth, Jaune wiped his face. With a slow and drawn out breath, he muttered,

"What the fuck?"

His response was a mirror of the team's.

Ruby watched in terror.

"What the heck was that?!" She said, waving her hands in the air.

"I actually kind of expected that." Pyrrha said dispassionately. Her wooden response to quite a deranged situation attracted the attention of her friends.

"I mean," Pyrrha explained inexpressively, "I don't know why, but when i saw that guy, i could just see him getting suddenly eaten by a Griffin. Can't you?"

They shook their heads, staring at Pyrrha like she was insane.

Meanwhile, Jaune was reclining in his blood soaked seat, breathing heavily.

That was a lot to take in.

He was just going to gaze through the cracked windscreen, and meditate. Long deep breaths.

Breathe in.

Hmmmmm

Breathe out.

Huuuuuuu

Breath in.

Breath out.

She felt rough sand under her fingers. Her eyelids fluttered open.

Yang Xiao Long saw herself surrounded by an island of light golden sand, and around it, crystal clear water that sang sweetly. In the distance, a waterfall rumbled proudly.

But as consciousness flooded her brain and sparked life in her bruised body, Yang realised that she was in the presence of two other beings.

Both were women, but one was standing facing her forbiddingly, and the other was lying unconscious and bleeding heavily at her side.

The standing one was covered from head to toe in rings, piercings ang bangles. She wore a dark blue cloak over a basic shirt and patterned kilt. Her dark black smooth hair hung over her eyes, and she stood straight, like she had nothing to fear. And it was the people near her that needed to fear.

The motionless women had a dress, but it was so tattered and scratched that it's original state was unpredictable.

She as well as dark black hair, but her eyes were closed. But Yang knew who she was.

She knew who she was, even though it had been years since they last met.

Her throat felt sore, and her lips were dry and cracked.

"Mom?"

The standing women smiled nefariously and nodded.

Yang pulled herself up, wobbling a bit on her feet. She pointed a trembling finger at the women.

"You're the witch."

The witch smiled. "Obviously darling."

Yang grimaced. "What did you do to my mother…?"

"I helped her."

"Shut up…shut up…" Yang pursed her lips "Whats your name?"

The witch shrugged flippantly "My name is too complicated to be spoken in the human language. You can call me whatever you want."

Yang punched her in the face, forcing her to reel back.

"I'm going to kill you, asshole."

"Asshole…" The witch contemplated this name facetiously. "Sounds great. Kill me then."

But as Yang cocked her arm back, she held up a hand. "However…you might not want to."

"Why not?" The blonde snarled "Killing you will break all your curses, right? So i'll just punch a hole though your gut."

"Ah…" Asshole the witch procrastinated. "Lifting my curses? You want to know something?"

Yang stopped, and watched her impatiently.

"Go on."

"I'm friends with your mother, Yang Xiao Long. So when she got herself almost killed in one of her little trips, i helped her, and put her in regenerative sleep. Soo, if you kill me…you lose your mother. She's way too weak now."

Her lips thinned.

"And if your friends take away my virginity…i'll kill your mother."

( Writer's Note : So sorry this took so long guys, my personal life and school just came crashing down on me. And then i had an explosion of ideas i wanted to implement into the story, and it all just went to shit, eventually leading to me kind of rushing this episode, to please don't mind the occasional error. Please review, i want to know if my rushing writing is as shit as i think it is :D )