Weiss bit her lip to hold back the tears that threatened to gather at her eyes.
She thought that with the frequency that things like this happened, she'd be used to it by now, but for some reason, that still wasn't the case. Part of herself wanted to berate herself simply due to that fact. She knew better. Father had warned- nay, told her that this was bound to happen more and more.
"The SDC and the White Fang have an irreconcilable relationship. As long as we continue using Faunus for menial labor, the White Fang will target us. There's simply no avoiding that fact. Don't let your guard down. Not even for a moment."
Those had been the words Jacques Schnee, her father, had drilled into her head since her first encounter with the White Fang.
Yet here she was. Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Corporation, captured yet again by her family's enemies. She tried her best to maintain a stoic exterior, but it was hard to do so while her hands were tied behind her back, and she was being dragged along on a leash.
She'd have to endure for now though. She'd have to endure until help came. And help would come, she knew it would. It had to. There was no way her father would simply leave her to the whims of these...these...
"These damned animals! Let me go!" Her head snapped to the side at the yell. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw a man being held by his arms and legs, a large bruise on his face.
The Faunus holding the man laughed as they threw him to the floor. The man fell with a grunt, his eyes widening as one of his captors slammed a foot down onto his back, pinning him down and preventing his movements.
"Damned animals, you say?" The one who had his foot on the man's back asked, his voice deep and gruff. He was a bear Faunus, with his ears and a muzzle that looked like a mask. "You humans are a funny lot. You're the ones that make us do all the dirty work, and you're the ones that make us look bad."
He crouched, putting more weight on the man's back. Weiss could tell because the man's eyes bulged and he grunted once more, his face twisting with discomfort. The bear's hand moved to the man's hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling up, forcing the human to meet his gaze.
"So, why is it that we're the damned animals, huh? What makes you any better than us, you filthy sack of shit?"
The man's face twisted further. His mouth opened and his eyes narrowed. Weiss knew what was about to come, and she quickly turned her head away. Even so, that did little to block out the sound that came next. Even as she closed her eyes and tried to stop herself from imagining it, the sound of the man spitting into the bear's face reached her ears.
It was quickly followed by another sound, this time of a fist impacting flesh. Weiss didn't look back, but she knew that the bear had just struck the man. She didn't want to look at that, she didn't want to hear anymore. She wished she had a way of covering her ears, but that was an impossibility at the moment.
"Filthy..." The bear grunted and the sound of flesh striking flesh came once more. "Piece of shi-!!" His voice was cut off by another impact, duller this time with a hint of a crunch. She flinched at the sound and her mind painted a vivid picture of what was happening even with her eyes closed.
The man's faced being slammed against the ground again and again, the bear's anger and disgust fueling the act, the man's blood, his pain, his screams, all of it ran through her mind like a film. It made her sick.
"Enough!"
Her eyes opened slowly, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. She felt like she had run a marathon. She didn't even realize she had held her breath. Her eyes were wide, her pupils shaking, and her heart was beating fast.
"I said enough!"
It was a new voice, one that was much softer than the bear's, but not lacking the same intensity. Her gaze turned toward the source, a woman standing at the entrance of the tent. She had long dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a pair of deer antlers protruding from the top of her head.
"Stop it, please." The deer woman repeated, her voice softer but still firm. "You've done enough."
"Done enough?!" The bear growled, his eyes wide and crazed. His gaze moved to the man, and then he punched him in the face again, making Weiss flinch once more. "This bastard has taken too much from us! He deserves worse than this! Much worse!"
The bear punctuated every word with a strike to the man's body. His arms. His chest. His face. Weiss could see the man's skin darkening from the blows, his eyes beginning to blacken, his nose and mouth bloody. He was barely conscious, his breathing labored, his eyes rolling back into his head.
A sword was laid against the bear faunus' neck before he could continue any further. He froze, his eyes focusing on the gleaming edge that was mere inches from his flesh.
"Raul. Enough." The deer woman repeated her words, her tone firm and unwavering. The sword in her hands was steady and her gaze was cold as ice. Weiss watched as the bear's shoulders slumped and he took a step back from the man.
"Fine..." He growled, turning to the woman. "But you can't expect me to just stand by and watch while this scum is still breathing. You know what they did to us..."
"I know..." The woman sighed, lowering her weapon. "But this is not the way. We are better than this..." She shakes her head, gaze lingering on Raul "Ghira would be disappointed."
The bear faunus grumbled under his breath, his eyes moving to the floor in shame. This bear of a man seemed to still hold some respect for the former leader of the white fang
"Take him to a cell. I will deal with him later. And don't worry, he won't be getting off easy." With a nod, Raul picked the man off the ground and dragged him away.
As the bear faunus left, the woman turned her gaze in Weiss's direction and she immediately flinched lowering her head to look at the ground, reprimanding herself mentally.
'Stupid! Should've kept my head down, maybe they would forget about me...'
Not that such a thing would ever happen. She knew that in the back of her mind.
She was a Schnee. They could forget about everyone else, but never her. Never a Schnee.
Her mind wandered as she tried to distract herself of the reality she'd found herself in once more.
How had she even ended up here *this time*?
Oh right, her own stupidity...
Weiss sighed, looking out at the city below her. It was a nice view, she supposed, if nothing special. A view like this, of course, was just something she'd gotten used to over the years.
She glanced at the people around. Most were looking her way. She was the reason they were all here after all. Or well, at least one of the reasons.
Her concert was simply an excuse for all of them to get together
She could hear their murmuring. Their whispering. About her. About her father. About how the SDC was being run. About what her father's plans were, and how this could be a way to influence him by talking to her.
She was, after all, the Heiress of the Schnee Dust Corporation. The most powerful company on Remnant.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, and her gaze met a pair of blue eyes that she knew all too well.
Her little brother, Whitely, was staring at her with that same disapproving look that she had come to know so well. She ignored it. It wasn't like he would actually do anything.
If she was to be honest, his attempts at bullying her were laughable. At his age, the only thing he could really do was call her mean things, glare and try to annoy her. All of it, she had learned to ignore easily.
The only reason he acted the way he did towards her, was because he felt threatened. As the eldest, Weiss was the heir of the SDC. She would inherit the company's power, not Whitely.
That fact still brought a bitter taste to her mouth. Winter was set to inherit the company. She was older than her, and smarter than her, and stronger than her. It should have gone to her, not Weiss.
But instead...
Weiss shook her head. Now wasn't the time to think about that. Instead she returned her attention to her little brother.
Whitely was standing next to his usual group of friends. A group of young rich kids. They were all staring at her with the same look of derision and disgust as Whitely. She didn't care though. They were just a group of snot nosed brats. Just like her brother.
She looked away from them and scanned the rest of the room, and her eyes met another pair of blue ones that she was all too familiar with.
Jacques Schnee, her father, was standing next to a group of his investors. His blue eyes were sharp, piercing, and cold. His lips were set in a firm frown, and his gaze was that of a hawk. A predator.
It was a gaze she'd been used to seeing for many years now. The gaze of someone who wanted to use her, not someone who cared about her. Someone who only saw her as a tool.
A small part of her wanted to deny that thought, to convince herself that he actually did care. A small, childish part of her that wanted nothing more than to believe in the lie that was parental love.
A lie she had long since grown out of.
The two stared at each other for a moment. Jacques's eyes narrowed, and Weiss's shoulders slumped. She sighed and walked towards the group.
She was wearing a white dress, one that her father had chosen for her, as he had chosen most of her wardrobe. Her hair was done in its usual ponytail, and she wore the same Schnee crest pendant around her neck that she had worn every day of her life since her mother had gifted it to her.
She stood next to her father and gave the investors a polite smile. "Hello."
"Weiss." Her father greeted, his tone sharp and cold. "I was just discussing your latest grades. As you know, the investors of the SDC expect perfection from you, and as the future face of the company it is important to present an image of excellence. Your tutors tell me that you've been doing well, but I'm afraid your grades have not been as stellar as they should have."
Weiss resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her grades were always good enough for the SDC investors. The problem was that Winter's grades had been better, and Jacques had never been able to accept that. The only way for Weiss's grades to be 'stellar' enough was if she surpassed Winter's.
And that was impossible.
Instead, she nodded and said, "Yes father. I apologize. I will do my best to improve my performance."
Jacques nodded, and the group of investors around him chuckled. "You do know that your father is a very hard man to impress." One of the men said. "If I didn't know any better I would say that he was trying to set your standards impossibly high."
Weiss shook her head with a polite smile. "Not at all, sir. I believe this is simply the faith father has in me as the future heir of the SDC. I will not let him or the company down."
Jacques's lips curled up in the mockery of a smile, and he turned to the group of investors. "My daughter is a smart and talented young girl, and I have high hopes for her future. I have every confidence that she will not disappoint us, unlike a certain other child."
The words were a stab at Weiss's older sister, Winter, and she could feel the venom behind them.
Weiss had to resist the urge to flinch at the mention of Winter.
She loved her sister dearly, and she was proud of her for escaping from under their father's thumb...but at the same time...
She was now left alone in this cold family. With a mother who was slowly fading away, a little brother that was a little monster and a father that only saw her as a tool.
Weiss shook her head again, trying to clear her thoughts. She couldn't afford to let her emotions show now. Not in front of her father or the SDC investors.
"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a show to prepare for." Jacques said, and the investors nodded, giving Weiss a small wave before departing.
Once they were gone, Jacques turned his gaze to Weiss, his eyes cold and piercing. "You did well, but you can do better. You must remember that you are the future of the Schnee name. Everything you do reflects upon the company. You cannot afford to fail in your studies or in your public appearances. The SDC has many enemies, and I will not have you be a liability."
"Yes, father." She replied, keeping her tone neutral.
Jacques stared at her for a moment, and she could see the disappointment in his gaze. It made her feel sick to her stomach. "Very well, go. You have a concert to get to. Make sure you don't disappoint." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Weiss alone.
Weiss watched her father walk away, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creep over her.
There were many things she could say about her father, but one thing that stood out above all was his intelligence. Jacques was a brilliant businessman, and if there was one thing he excelled at, it was reading people. He was able to manipulate and control them with ease, and he had a knack for knowing exactly what to say or do to get what he wanted.
This meant that Jacques knew exactly what to say to her in order to make her feel small and insignificant. He knew exactly what to say to make her feel like she was nothing more than a pawn in his grand scheme. That's why he had mentioned Winter. He wanted her to feel inadequate.
She sighed and looked around. Whitely was still there, and he was looking at her with that same smug smirk that he always wore. He had inherited their father's intelligence, and he had been getting better and better at manipulating people as he grew older. She wasn't sure how she would have dealt with him if she didn't have the support of the servants and the guards. They were loyal to her and to her alone. They knew that Jacques didn't care for her as a daughter, and they felt bad for her.
In a way, this was what her grandfather had left her. The loyalty of the people that worked for the Schnees, the people that had watched her grow up. The people that had raised her more than her own parents.
She sighed and turned to look at the city once more. It was still a beautiful sight, but it no longer held the same beauty that it once did. She had grown up in this city, and she knew every nook and cranny. Every street. Every shop. Every person.
Atlas was her home, and yet, it was also her prison. She couldn't leave. Not as long as she was the heir to the SDC.
With another sigh, Weiss turned and left the balcony, heading inside to get ready for the concert.
"Hey miss Schnee!" A cheery voice sounded out behind her and Weiss turned, startled. She hadn't seen anyone else...
"Up here!"
Weiss looked up and saw a boy. Black hair, black eyes, wearing a hoodie. He looked young, but so did she, and she knew better than to judge someone by their age.
"Who are you?" Weiss asked, frowning.
"I'm Onyx!" He grinned, a hint of mischievousness shining through the cherry facade. "Me and my bro were passing by Atlas so we decided to visit! Big fans by the by! Your music's great!"
The boy's grin seemed to widen, and Weiss found it hard to keep her frown up. "Thank you, I guess. Are you coming to the concert?"
"That was the plan!" Onyx said, nodding vigorously. "But we kinda got a little...side-tracked, you could say. So we won't be able to make it, unfortunately."
Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Then how did you get here?"
"Your security isn't as good as it should be." Onyx shrugged, his grin turning playful, though there was an undertone of exasperation. "Like, actually though. You guys really gotta up the security. Hasn't there been kidn-"
"Onyx, are you talking to strangers again?"
Another voice called out to the boy and Weiss turned to the source. Another boy, this time a little younger than her, with snow white hair and eyes as blue as ice. Also wearing a hoodie. The new boy had a small frown on his face, and he seemed to be looking at Weiss in a way that she couldn't quite place.
"Uh oh." Onyx muttered. "Busted."
"What did we talk about?" Snow asked, his tone exasperated.
"Look, in my defense, she looked lonely!" Onyx defended himself, his tone playful.
"She's the Heir of the Schnee Dust Corporation!" Snow exclaimed. "Of course she's lonely! She's the most powerful girl in the world!"
Onyx pouted. "I still think-"
"Alright, alright." Weiss interjected, raising a hand. "What's this about?"
Onyx grinned, looking back at Weiss. "You looked lonely on the balcony so I decided to say hi! Figured you could use a friend!"
Weiss blinked. Once. Twice. Then frowned. "How do you know I was on the balcony? Were you stalking me or something?"
Onyx blinks, then points at himself and then Snow. "We were on the rooftop."
Weiss looks at the roof. The rooftop of the building, and then back to the boys. "Are you mad? You could have been hurt! Or killed! Or arrested!"
"We weren't going to fall off the edge!" Snow says, shaking his head. "And we weren't trespassing! We were invited!"
Weiss frowned. "Invited by who?"
Onyx looked at her, and then at Snow, and then back to her. "Uh...well...it's complicated, you see-"
Snow interrupted him, looking placedly at Weiss. "We're here on official Beacon business."
Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Beacon Academy Business?"
Snow nodded. "Yep."
"From Headmaster Ozpin." Onyx added.
"Really?" Weiss was intrigued, and slightly suspicious. "And what would that be?"
Snow and Onyx shared a look, a silent conversation, before turning to Weiss. "We were invited by General Ironwood."
Weiss blinked, once, twice, and then her eyes widened. "The General? But...why would he invite you here?"
Snow shook his head slightly. "That I cannot share. But you should expect us to be around for a few days at least."
Weiss was still suspicious. "Can you prove it?"
Snow and Onyx shared a look once more before nodding. Snow reached into his hoodie's pockets and pulled out a letter, handing it over to her.
"Here." Snow said. "This is our invitation from General Ironwood. It has his personal seal, which should be more than enough proof, if the contents themselves are insufficient."
The contents themselves were pretty non-descript. They said that the individuals to whom this letter is addressed are to be treated as official guests of the Atlas Military, and that the military personnel should assist them in any way they require. There are some details on the assistance they are to receive, but nothing that really stands out.
But that wasn't what caught her attention. What caught her attention was the seal. It was General Ironwood's personal seal, a snowflake with a sword and shield in the middle. This was a legitimate letter, one that couldn't have been forged.
She handed the letter back to Snow. "Alright, I believe you. I'm sorry I doubted you."
Snow waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine, I get it. You're a rich girl with a lot to lose, you can't trust just anyone that comes your way."
Weiss frowned at his choice of words, but said nothing, merely looking away.
"Sorry." Onyx said clapping his hands together in an exaggerated apology. "We don't mean to be a bother. It's just that we're in a hurry and we didn't have time for a proper introduction."
"It's fine." She said, waving it off. "I guess I'm just a bit on edge. I've had to deal with a lot of things recently."
Onyx's grin fell a little, and he gave her a sympathetic look. "I know how that feels. It sucks. You wanna talk about it? We've still got a minute before we gotta go- oof" Onyx got cut off by Snow elbowing him in the ribs.
"No we don't. The trail will grow cold." Snow said, his tone stern. He glanced at Weiss, in a way she couldn't quite place. "Beside's it'll be better for everyone if we hurry."
"Awww, but she needs help!" Onyx whined.
"I am, and she's fine." Snow shook his head. "We've got a job to do, and we need to get to it."
"Can I at least have her autograph?" Onyx asked, his tone pleading. "Pleeeease?"
"Ugh." Snow sighed, exasperated. "Fine, just make it quick."
Onyx grinned and reached into his hoodie and pulled out a pen and paper, scooting over and whispering conspiratorily to her. "He's actually a big fan. He just won't admit it."
Snow scoffed. "Shut up."
Onyx grinned, and handed her the paper, which she signed and then handed back. Onyx grinned and pocketed the paper, then gave her a wave before walking off with Snow.
"See you later Weiss! Good luck on the concert! You'll do great!"
The two of them left, leaving Weiss alone once more. She sighed, and began to make her way towards the stage. The concert was about to begin.
"Mphh!" Or at least she would've, if a bag hadn't suddenly covered her head and her arms were pinned behind her back. She tried to call for help, but her voice was muffled by the bag, and her struggles were in vain. She was dragged off, unable to do anything.
Weiss's ears were ringing, her eyes were wide, her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding in her chest. Her breathing was heavy, and her body was trembling. She was in shock. She was in complete and utter shock.
A small part of herself, the logical part of her, was screaming at her, telling her to keep her cool, to act normally, to not panic, but she couldn't hear it. All she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. All she could feel was the fear that gripped her chest.
The man that had been beaten in front of her mere minutes ago had been taken away, dragged off by the bear faunus to be imprisoned somewhere. A part of her felt guilty. After all, he was probably someone who was attending her concert in Atlas, and he was only here in this camp because he had been captured while attending it.
"It was quite lucky for us that you ended up spending so much time in the balcony." The deer faunus spoke, breaking Weiss out of her thoughts. She looked at her, and saw that she was sitting down on a chair, looking at Weiss with a neutral expression. "If not, we wouldn't have had the opportunity to take you."
The woman was right. If Weiss had been in the concert hall at the time the attack had started, she would have been evacuated with her family and the rest of the guests.
She felt an urge to laugh in pure derision. Ah, yes, of course. How stupid could she be. She should've known that she couldn't even catch a breath of fresh air. The world would always find a way to make her life harder. She couldn't even have a simple moment to herself without something bad happening.
But no, she didn't laugh. Instead she just looked at the ground. She didn't want to show any weakness to these people. She was a Schnee. She had to be strong. She had to show them that they couldn't get to her.
The woman sighed, and Weiss could feel her eyes boring into her. She couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she knew it couldn't be anything good. The woman was probably trying to figure out how best to use her.
"So then," the woman said, breaking the silence. "Let's get to business. I'm sure you're curious why we brought you here."
Weiss said nothing. She didn't want to give her the satisfaction of a response. She merely continued to stare at the floor.
The woman chuckled, a soft sound, and Weiss could hear her stand up. The woman walked over and crouched down in front of her, and Weiss could feel her warm breath on her face as she leaned in.
"Tell me, Weiss Schnee," the woman said. "Why is it that you think the White Fang has done so much to target your family?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, and yet there was a coldness to it, an undercurrent of malice that made her shiver. She still didn't look up though, and didn't respond. Instead she just stared at the ground, her mouth shut.
"Come now, surely you can speak." The woman said, her voice still soft but now carrying an edge. "I've heard that you're quite the singer. Surely you can do something as simple as speaking."
Weiss didn't respond, and she felt the woman's hand gently grip her chin and tilt her head up, forcing her to meet her gaze. The woman smiled, and it was cold, predatory. Quite the contrast to the deer features she possessed.
"I asked you a question, Miss Schnee." The woman said, and Weiss could feel her grip tightening. "Why is it that you think the White Fang has targeted your family?"
"..." Weiss remained silent, her gaze unwavering. She wanted to say that she didn't know, but she didn't have the courage. She knew that if she did, it would be a lie. She knew that the White Fang had a legitimate grievance with the Schnee.
She knew that the White Fang were not the villains her father and the news portrayed them to be. She knew that they had a genuine cause, that they were fighting against the injustices of the SDC.
She also knew that they were not the heroes that they claimed to be, either. She knew that they were a bunch of violent, murderous thugs who were no better than the people they fought against.
But she didn't know how to say that. So she didn't say anything at all. She simply glared at the woman in front of her, her mouth shut.
The woman sighed and released her chin. "Very well then." She said. "You don't want to talk, that's fine. I have ways of making you talk."
She pulled away and stood up, looking at the tent's entrance. "Bring her in."
Weiss could hear footsteps approaching, and then she saw a girl being dragged into the tent. She was a small girl, maybe 12 or 13 years old. She was wearing a simple white dress, and her black hair was long and wavy, reaching her waist. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were a bright blue. She was struggling against her captors, but was unable to escape.
Weiss' eyes widened as she recognized the girl. A daughter of one of the servants of the Schnee family, one of the many kids that worked in the Schnee manor.
"Let me go!" The girl yelled, and Weiss felt her heart ache. She was just a child, yet here she was, held captive and being threatened by the white fang.
"Now then," the deer woman said. "Let's try this again. Why do you think the White Fang has targeted your family?"
"...It's because of the Faunus labour, isn't it?" Weiss spoke for the first time, her voice soft and shaky. The White Fang's main goal was the freedom and equality of all faunus, and for that, they had to bring the Schnee Dust Company to its knees.
"That is indeed one of the reasons, yes." The woman said, a smile on her face. She turned to look at the girl. "Do you know why we brought her here?"
"...No." Weiss answered, her voice barely a whisper.
"Because we know that you have a good heart. That despite being raised by the scum that is your father, you're not like him. We know that you care about those who work in your manor." The deer woman looked at her, her eyes piercing. "I got my hands on an interesting tape after all. Of one of the previous attacks on the Schnee mansion, a few years ago."
Weiss felt her blood turn cold. She remembered that attack. The mansion was... uninhabitable for at least a week. She couldn't remember the exact time. Or many details of the time for that matter.
...She tried not to think back on it much.
"Your reaction to the people who died, to the workers in your mansion who had lost their lives to protect you and your family." The woman's voice was soft, gentle. "You cared about them, and their lives. You grieved their deaths, and even tried to do something about it. You were willing to go to the police, to the media, to report on what had happened. You tried to get justice for them."
Weiss didn't respond, she just continued to stare at the woman.
"But in the end, your father shut you down. You weren't allowed to go through with any of that." The deer woman's smile was mocking as she shook her head, looking down on Weiss. "What a pity. If only you were a bit older, you may have gotten your way."
"..." Weiss couldn't find the words to speak. She couldn't find the words to defend her actions or herself. She could only continue to stare at the woman in front of her.
"Tell me, Weiss." The woman said, her tone becoming cold and harsh. "How does it feel to know that the people who work in your manor, the people who raised you, the people who cared for you, the people who you cared for, were all killed because of your father's actions?"
Weiss' head lowered, and she could feel her eyes watering. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing, even if she tried. The woman's words struck a chord in her heart, and she couldn't stop the pain that welled up within her. The woman was right, the workers in her manor, her friends, they had died because of her father's actions.
"Answer the question, girl." The deer woman demanded. "How does it feel?"
"..." Weiss didn't answer. She couldn't answer. The woman was right. The workers in her manor, they had died because of her father's actions. Because of her father's greed, his lust for power, and his disregard for the lives of those beneath him, his exploitative practices on the faunus...
"I said answer the question!" The woman repeated, her tone becoming harsher, and Weiss felt the woman's grip on the girl's arm tighten, making the girl whimper in pain.
"Stop!" Weiss cried, and the woman paused, looking at Weiss with a satisfied expression. "Please... just don't hurt her..."
"Then answer the question. How does it feel to know that the people who work in your manor, the people who raised you, the people who cared for you, the people who you cared for, were all killed because of your father's actions?" The deer woman's voice was cold, harsh, and full of contempt. It made Weiss feel sick to her stomach.
"What do you want me to say!? That I hate him!? That I blame him for everything that's happened!? That it feels like I'm the daughter of a monster!?" Weiss snapped, her emotions finally breaking through. "Is that what you want to hear!? That I'm disgusted with myself for being a part of this family!?"
The deer woman smiled, a cold, cruel smile. "There it is." She said, her tone soft and mocking. "That's the answer I was looking for. You're not like him, but you're not like us either. You're stuck in the middle, and that's where you'll stay, forever."
Weiss glared at the woman. The hatred and contempt that she felt for the faunus- the white fang, rising to the surface. All emotions that had built up over the years. Just as the faunus, the white fang had lost people to the SDC, so to had she lost to the white fang in their numerous attacks on her and her family.
"You're no better than my father..." Weiss said, her voice low and full of anger. "You're just like him, a monster..."
The deer woman laughed, a cold and mocking laugh that echoed throughout the tent. "A monster? Me?" The woman grinned sharply "If I'm a monster, it is merely something your family created. A reflection of your own sins. We are the monsters that you made, the ones that you deserve to face."
"..." Weiss didn't respond. She didn't have anything to say. The woman was right. The white fang were a reflection of the sins that the SDC had committed, and the sins that they continued to commit.
The confrontation was stopped by a quiet dull sound in the distance and the woman glanced at the door from where it sounded faintly, frowning. Something was approaching.
Quickly grabbing the young girl as a hostage, the woman backed away facing the door with her back to Weiss who looked at her with loathing.
The sound approached, the sound of a fight. Weiss could hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the sounds of bones breaking. She could hear the sounds of screams, the sounds of cries for mercy. It was a horrifying cacophony, and yet, she felt a strange sense of relief. Someone was coming to save her.
The flaps of the tent were pushed open, and a boy walked in. A boy with black hair, black eyes eyes, and a hoodie. The same boy that Weiss had seen earlier that day.
"You..." Weiss said, her voice soft, her eyes wide in shock. The boy looked at her, and his expression was one of amusement.
"Yo." The boy greeted, waving casually.