02-09-2016, 03:54 PM
Quote:This post is a flashback Blake had whilst immersed in the Omnilium ‘crafting’ of her upcoming book.
This is also rather gorey and bloody, because it is something I used to vent, as there was a family death at the day I wrote it.
Feedback and criticism is welcome.
Blake could remember the peaceful days. When they simply protested. When bloodshed wasn’t deemed a necessary action in order to gain recognition.. But times had changed since then. The style White Fang operated had changed since then. She remembered the days when Adam was still...Adam. When he had feelings, and seemed humane.. Yet now, as Blake reminisced, it seemed to her that the Adam she once knew, wasn’t there anymore.
Across the years, the White Fang had became more and more aggressive in their methods, first moving from peaceful protests to violent ones.. Then to sabotage, spying, and eventually even assassination. She still remembered the day Adam had mercilessly slit a poor dust merchant’s throat. The way she had screamed at him to stop, trying to hold his arm back. Yet in a single swing, it was all over. A flash of the red steel of Blush, and the merchant staggered back, his hands reaching to clutch around his throat. The way the crimson liquid had slowly seeped through, beginning to dribble along his fingers. The gurgling sound as the poor sod coughed, blood splattering out of his maw, staining his teeth and eventually splashing along the tip of Adam’s boots. The man’s legs giving out as he fell down onto his knees.
The faunus remembered still how it all seemed to have happened in something akin to a slow motion. Yet the blood on Adam’s boots did nothing but infuriate him further, the leg shooting upwards, kicking the poor fellow directly into the center of his ribcage. A disgusting crackling signing the fracturing of bones, as if to make certain that the human filth didn’t survive.
Yet Blake didn’t agree. She screamed at Adam, pulled at him with all her strength, wrinking the black cloth of his long jacket, tried to make him stop, as the man kept delivering kick after kick after kick into the poor, defenceless man’s stomach. Each drawing out groans of pain, spluttering more blood from both his gaping maw, as well as the gash in his throat.
Make it stop.
Make. It. Stop.
Why did this have to happen? She didn’t want any of this! She didn’t ask for any of this! This wasn’t the way to equality! Not through fear..! Crying, she slowly sank onto her knees, as Adam was already well on his way, perhaps away, perhaps to the next of his victims..
Sobbing, the faunus apologized over and over to the innocent victim. Tried to explain how this wasn’t how it was supposed to have gone. Like this was something that she couldn’t have foreseen, based on what had been happening for a long while already. Yet the reality was that she had simply closed her eyes from it. She had ran away from the truth. Like she always did. And there, as she was kneeling in the slowly pooling, still warm blood that was slowly staining her clothes, she realized.. She would have to leave. This had to stop. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Her partner didn’t care for human lives.. Not for the peaceful ways.. Not for anything the White Fang should’ve stood for. All he cared about was bloody, wanton vengeance. And Blake. Blake couldn’t associate herself with that. Not now, not ever.
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Suddenly, the girl snapped out of her trance-like state, and realized the item she had been working towards summoning, was there in her lap.. As well as the haunting memory of the shadows of her past, that she had just witnessed. Quietly, the girl called out, in almost a scared way, as if she was afraid her friend wouldn’t be there when she called for her. “Yang… Yang…?"
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