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3rd POV

The scene opens on Blake sleeping soundly in a train car. Her body begins to chill when her eyes slowly begin to open. Looking around she found that she was in the train car heading for Argus. She found the small room to be empty of her teammates, but their belongings were all there.

"Hmm, was all that… a dream?" Blake asked out loud as she stands up. Looking down she found herself dressed in her own clothes rather than those religious garbs. Looking around the cabin she found that the entire room was empty. Getting up Blake goes to the door, calling out her friends. "Ruby, Weiss… Yang, where are you guys?"

Upon opening the door, she finds the entire train hallway to be empty. Taking a step outside her couch the footstep made a splotch sound. Looking down she found a puddle of blood. Horrified and confused she takes a step to side when hands popped out. In fright Blake fell to the ground as the creature emerges. A black hound made from the flesh of human, faunas, and Grimm. It slowly pulls itself from the blood, giving a horrific and ghastly howl before moving towards her. Blake reaches for her weapon, but much to her horror she didn't have her weapon. The creature slowly approach her when it stops to let out howl. Taking advantage of this Blake ran away. The hound gave chase nearly catching up when she entered the other car. Quickly closing the door, the creature slammed and slashed away at the door.

"Ugh, Ruby! Wiess, Ugh Yang! Jaune, Nora, Ren! Ugh Oscar! Qrow! Anyone! Help!" Blake called out again, however no one came. Eventually, Blake had to flee to the next car as the hound breaks down the door.

"Where is everyone!" Blake screams out as she raced to the next car.

The monstrous creature swiped at the back of her head but she evaded the strike. She didn't had the chance to close the next door but spotted an emergency axe hanging over the door to the next car. Quickly grabbing it, she exited the car and bard the door behind her. As the hound tears away at the door, Blake hacked away at the coupling. As the door was about to be torn down the hound was about to escape when Blake severed the line. The car slowly falls behind as Blake dives to the car. The hound broke free, but was to late. All it can do, is howl in anger as it and the car are left behind.

"… I hate dogs." Blake remarks as she opens the door. Upon entering however she came to a horrific sight.

All the passengers on board, brutally ripped to shreds. Bodies spewed about the floor with rats feasting upon there flesh. The sickening sound of flesh being torn nearly caused her to vomit when she spotted a slumped figure at the end of the car. It was moving underneath a shroud of cloth when it heard Blakes breathing. It slowly turning around, revealing the haggard and aging face of a woman. Hanging from her lips was the nerves and bits of flesh clinging onto the eye. As she slowly slurps the eye it was revealed that she was holding the severed head of Yang.

"Monty almighty…" Blake hushes in horror when her foot slid against something. Looking down, she can see the rats with faces. Grueling disordering faces of unfamiliar faces, feasting upon her friends. Their half-digested faces filled her with dread as those horrific creatures continued to feast upon there lifeless corpses.

Her eyes slowly looked up, only to see the haggard old woman was before her. She tried to attack her with the axe but she was quicker. Grabbing ahold of her arm and neck. She brough Blake to her knees. The rat's crawled up her arms and legs, holding her down as the old lady grabs her jaw. She struggles to free herself when the old hag reaches down her throat. Tears of agony ran down her face when she felt her tongue was torn from the roots. The last thing Blake see's is her tongue being torn from her mouth in gruesome fashion, as the old witch swallows it whole.

London King's Cross station. June 25th

Here eyes widen as she wakes up in a cold sweat. Looking around she found herself in a new train. Dressed in those hand-me-down nun clothes. She tried to touch the roof of her mouth but nothing moved. It took her a moment to recall all that happened within the few days she arrived here on earth. Looking outside the window, she see's a heavy urban center that reminded her a bit of Vale's trainyard. The train had come to a stop and she got up. Grabbing a small bag from the side she notices her current Caretaker was sleeping with his mouth open and droll pouring out onto his shirt collar. Blake puts a hand on him, trying to wake him up. It didn't work but instead something fell out. A bottle of cheap whiskey. Annoyed Blake turned to the sleeping priest before kicking him hard.

"Eh, what, the fuck's going on?" FEB asked as he looked around quickly. "Oh… we're there?"

Blake didn't answered rather she grabbed the bottle and shoved it into his face. Realizing why Blake was mad FEB simply took the mostly empty bottle. Blake gave an agitated look before leaving the train. She did hear FEB calling out, "I'm Scottish lass! Giving up the spirit is harder then you think!"

Blake didn't care she calmy made her way off the train and exited the station. Looking over the city, she will admit it's a bit overwhelming. Many people worked hard to rebuild the once glorious city of old, however among the new buildings and the old, the scars of war had left there marks. Men in tattered uniforms and medals hobble through the streets. Missing limbs and sunken eyes. Begging for scraps and change under the ruins of buildings. Stores with the word's 'No Ex-Servicemen need apply' was hanged high with many trying hard not to look at the limbless servicemen.

"Land fit for hero's… my arse." FEB remarks as he walked up beside her. Blake then reached into her pocket, retrieving a pocket booklet and pen.

"What happened to them?" Blake asked

"The war happened. They were the pride of our nation. Now the nation can't stomach to look them in the eye no more." FEB remarks before taking a swig from the near empty bottle. "To think my son could have been one of them…"

FEB stopped midway his words seem to have waivered as he looked down in sorrow. Blake had noticed this. Even though FEB has been a loud mouth drunk… she knew the pain of loosing someone all to well. She had seen it on her friends face, as well as all those lost in Beacon. She put her hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him.

"(Sigh) Come on lass, let's get going before that cunt pisses on us anymore." FEB said before walking along. And like that the tender moment was over. Blake simply sighed in frustration as she followed him.

The two stopped by a buss stop but not before Blake gave a nearby crippled soldier a pence. He tipped his army hat as she boards the Bus. They found a seat on the top, where Blake got a good look at the city recovering from the war. They drove through the streets of Bloomsbury district, passing by the British Museum. As they do, Blake noticed a huge building as the double decker passes by. She then pulls out her note book before writing "Is that Parliament?"

"No, that be the British Museum… though if your wondering if it has the book in their I have no fuckin idea." FEB remarks earning a few disapproving stares from some of the more posh looking individuals.

Blake gives a nod before noticing in the briefest second a scorch mark on the side of the building. The bus then stopped in the Holborn district. They had exited the bus before walking down the streets. As they walked along Blake wrote a simple question mark before jestering the multiple houses.

"Simple las, I don't fancy sleeping on the streets. My things might get nicked by the locals." FEB explains before spotting a singular house out of the multiple rows. "So I'd figure we get ourself a place to stay though I'm not sure if the nancy will be happy to see me."

Blake gave a confused expression as FEB approached the door, he was about to knock on the door when a middle age blond holding a bunch of papers. He nearly crashed into FEB as his papers nearly flew out of his hand.

"Oh I'm… oh no." Before the man could finish he recognized FEB. His face sours in annoyance. "(Sigh) Not you."

"Hello again, Author." FEB remarks in an unamused tone.

"What do you want Eliot, I have places to be an I don't have the time or money to assist in your slow attempt of suicide." The man known as Author replies as he picks up the papers.

"Relax limey, just need a place to stay for the next few days. Somehow got roped into helping Ms. Belladonna here." FEB remarks as he points to Blake. Author eyed Blake up and down with an unamused look.

"Hmm, thought you quit the church? Why help out a Nun?" Author asked with a brow raised

"I did. Problem is her clothes were ruined and they were all I had." FEB remarks before getting back to on topic. "Look will you let us stay for the night at the very least?"

"… (Sigh) Fine, but if you shit on my lily's like last time I will make sure you don't take another step in London without a police escort. Is that clear?" Author warned.

"It only happened once… twice… ok three times… I think." FEB said trying to recall a hazy fifth time he took his anger out on his son and laws plants.

Author gave a narrow look before reluctantly turning around. "Ms. Daksha, would you kindly attend to the guests."

A few moments later an elderly Indian women appeared at the door. "Yes Mr. Kingsley?"

"Can you make room for these two in the guest. Sorry to say they are uninvited guest that I will be attending to later on." Author said as he picks up the last bit of papers.

"Understood Mr. Kingsley." Ms. Daksha said as she heads upstairs. As she does Author remembers something, "oh and please for the love of god keep my father in law away from the alcohol and my garden."

"Understood Mr. Kingsley." Ms. Daksha said before heading upstairs.

Author then turns to the two before inviting them in. FEB walked past him and made himself at Home. Blake simply gave a polite nod as she walked in. She found FEB sitting on a couch, relaxing his old bones. He waited a few moments before pulling out the bottle of whiskey. As he takes a swig Blake held up a question on her notebook. "What does he do for a living?"

"Hmm, the nance? Oh he's this Big shot lawyer. Heard he was working out Parliament these days after an arcanist burn down the lord mayors home." FEB remarks as he takes another swig.

Blakes eyes widen. She was looking for a way to see this Parliament and her golden opportunity walked out the door. Quickly racing to catch up with Author, she rushed out the front door when she tripped over someone.

"Ouch, hey who are you?" A young voice called out. Looking down, Blake can see a young boy with burn scars over his arm. Blake blinked a few times before the boy asked again, "Who are you? Bloody twit."

Blake narrowed her eyes before looking around for her notebook she dropped. Finding it in the grass she wrote, "A frie… associate of your grandfather, you are little Josh yes?"

"Tsk, Grampa here? Great he better not desecrate in my dad's garden, again." Josh said in an annoyed tone. Blake rolled her eyes as she picks herself up as she dust herself off Josh remarks, "So do you also hate god? Is grandpa starting a religion against him or something?"

Blake gave a peculiar look before realizing he was referring to her clothes. Writing on her paper she said, "No, just didn't had any spare clothes."

"Why are you writing everything? You deaf or something?" Josh asked.

Blake didn't write anything. Simply stared at him with an annoyed glance. She just waved him off and stormed off. A mixture of annoyance and curiosity drove Blake off. Leaving the young lad annoyed as he enters his home to find a drunk grandfather on the family couch. Blake tried to find Author, but she had lost him. Much to her annoyance she made her way around the district. Picking up the a few hear says and taking in the smells. She eventually found a small pub that was serving fish. She sat down and with the limited money she had, she bought a plate of fish and chips. After a bit the waiter came back with plate of the good stuff. It's been so long since Blake had fish. Fresh or otherwise. As she ate she had trouble tasting anything without a tongue. Thank the gods she was a Faunas, the enhance smell allowed her to make up for a lack of a tongue. As she ate the fish she listened to the sound of regulars gossiping.

"Dear lord work was killing me." "You know Margery and Billie's son came home from the war? Poor lad couldn't take civilian life." "Did you hear about the fire?" "How's the leg sunny chap?" "Yes what a tragedy. I have a nephew who's locked away in the Asylum." "Still a bit stiff, bastard took me off work for the week." "The one that burned the lord mayors house, yes" "Yeah, heard the Bosman is putting us through the ropes so he doesn't hire any of the veterans roaming the streets." "Hope the rotten bastard burns in hell for it. He failed us in Gallipoli, failed us as a politician, fuckin American half breeds." "Aye… least the pie's here are cheap." "Daft prick. Brother lost a limb fighting for this country and they don't show a hero's welcome? Despicable."

As conversations continued on, she recalled FEB mentioning that Author was dealing with an arcanist case. Deciding to see for herself what was the fuss she finished her meal before heading out to see the house. Took her thirty minutes due to her hesitation to speak. But surprisingly a few Veterans proved to be helpful and didn't question why she was using a note pad to speak. She found the lord Mayors house. The place was utterly gutted and left untouched by any attempts at repair. It's charred stone structure had caused multiple columns to fall inwards and out onto the ground, blocking any entrance inside. That did not detour her however. She easily scaled the walls before climbing in through the second-floor window. She found herself in the nursery, the sight of a chard crib and crispy stuff lion left a sadden impression. She left the room before her mind could conjure an image of what the white outline represents.

In the main lobby she found traces of the family that used live here. Or what was last left of them. The number of bodies left behind was horrible. Five servants, six government officials, the family dog, two son's and the wife as well as the Mayor himself. She eventually made her way to the office, where the fire originated. Pushing on the closed door, it crumbled to ash just by a single touch. The scene was unsettling right from then. The fire had left the entire room charred black. From the ceiling to the floor. She cautiously moved trying hard not to put too much pressure on the weak floorboard. Despite being made out of marble, the fire was hot enough to melt the stone to lava. As she walked over she couldn't help but notice a single outline a large gargoyle The fire had burned everything except the wall behind it.

Curiously Blake approaches the spot, hesitantly putting her hand upon the wall. As she does a sudden ringing in her head caused her to look stop and hold her head in agony. Something was buzzing in her head and it left her clutching her head. As the agony subsided, she open her eyes to find herself no longer in the Lord Mayors house. Rather she was back in that forgotten horrible city in the snow. Looking around in horror she found herself back where she met the devil. The crude potions, cauldron of unknown ingredients, and the bones of multiple children. As she looked around in horror, she noticed a symbol upon the wall. It looked like a stylist of sorts, but with two projecting mouths and a three-point crown. It was so familiar. She then felt a cold chill behind her as something whispers into her ear.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" a haunting voice asked as a hideously old and pale hand hung over her, holding a bleeding tongue out in front of her.

Blake's eyes widen in horror as she quickly turned around to meet the hateful gaze of the witch from her dreams. She lunges at Blake and she flinches. Opening her eyes she found herself back in house, though it seemed a considerable amount of time had passed. The sun had begone to set, and her feet felt numb. Looking back her eyes widen at what was on the wall. Where the gargoyle mark remained, at the center was the same exact symbol from her dream. That symbol haunted her and it all became apparent what she must do. She quickly left the house before racing to find Parliament. As she races through the streets, she was unaware she was being watched from the shadows, by a hound like shadow.

Hello everybody, Wombag1786 is here.

So I'm back home now, enjoying good food, family… the existential crisis that I have one last year of college. But regardless It's good to be back with a new story. Now seems things are not as they seem fires, that symbol, and a stalking hound tsk something is clearly up. What will Blake discover in the next chapter? Will she find her way home? And how will she ever enjoy a tuna salad without a tongue? Find out next time. Now onto questions and comments.

From Black cross0: Oui it does. Though I doubt she work long before getting out for insubordination.

Yeah… he is…

The chest pieces have been moved. Nylarthertep is moving of Hastur territory.

Huh… for some reason that just makes me think of a Nekomusume Jesus. Yeah she's going to need it, seeing she can't talk.

Glad I made your day.

Danka.

Thanks for writing Black cross0.

From Carre: 1. No problem.

2a. That would make for an interesting web serries.

2b. Honestly, I'd say they are far beyond human concepts. That said he has sire more offsprings then Gangas Khan so male. Though others is left up to debate seeing Sex is not a topic talked about in his works.

3a. Viva La Pancakes!

3b. Yep. Heh heh, yep.

3c. …

3d. to be continued.

4. To quote Boris Johnson, "He's the sole reason our union jack doesn't have a swastika." So anyone who want to point out his flaws, remind them that unlike those who claim to fight alt-right nazies, he actually fought them. Flaws and all, he's a better man then most these days.

5. Thanks.

Thanks for writing Carre.

From Crimson Weresloth: Ok Merry Shaw. Jeez.

Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.

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