(Writing is so much harder and I hate ittttt I just wanna writtteeee ;_;)

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The sound of screaming students and billowing flames fills the smoky air like like thunder. She coughs and claws for breath, her vision hazy and filled with smog, only the horrible red light of the flames gives any possibility of sight in the inferno around her.

Somebody screams in pain, somebody she knows, she tosses her head in the direction of the sound, peering frightened through the haze.

A tall dark figure looms over her friend, his crimson blade dripping with her blood as she writhes, screaming in pain before him.

A rage fills her, she charges the man, her vision turning red in her anger.

The man turns to face her, his white mask burns a hole in her vision, and the horns atop his head dance like black flames as his blade glows a deep, disgusting red light. His words feel like knives digging into her ears.

"I'll make you suffer...starting with her."

A pain like no other rips her arm from her shoulder, she finds herself unable to scream, her lungs choked and burning with smoke as she falls to the floor.

"YAAANG!!!"

The bloodied scream is the last thing she hears as the ceiling collapses on them all, and fills her head with darkness.

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Yang Xiao Long wakes in a frenzy, her semblance flaring with her emotions as her fist puts yet another hole in her bedroom wall. She lies there, panting and in tears as her eyes scan the walls, ceiling and floor wildly, as if at any moment, something might go for her neck. Slowly her breathing shifts from panicked, to shaked sobs as her semblance dies out, her normally radiant and perfect hair, falling in a dirty, unwashed and frilled mess over her face.

She sits there for a moment, shaking in her quiet anguish before her head lifts up from dangling between ther shoulders. She looks sadly around the room. The room she once shared with her little sister was now dirty and unkempt. Trash and clothes littered the floor, and the only light there was drifted in through the blinds covering the window, the morning was already well on its way to noon.

Her gaze landed finally on her bedside table. It was mostly empty, the lamp that sat on it had been jettisoned across the room several says ago from a similar frightened awakening. All that remained on it was a picture, of her and the other four members of team RWBY. It was from their first day as a team. All standing in front of the statue in Beacons courtyard, Ruby had insisted they take one, and convinced Jaune to be their photographer.

She took her time looking at every member of the team. Herself, Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Soran. Her gaze lingered especially long on the final two members, with a hurt contempt at the former, and with grief at the latter. It was barely even a year ago, but it felt like a lifetime. Things were easier, they were happy, a team. A family.

Her eyes fall from the photo to the last object on the small table, one she knew well, the only thing she had left to help remember her friend, no, her brother. She moved to grasp it in her right hand, and stopped herself. She looked, and remembered, forcefully reminded by the stump just above where her elbow used to be.

She stopped herself from crying anymore, and looked back to the necklace, relenting as she gently took it into her left hand.her thumb gently ran over the emblem that never seemed to dirty or tarnish, that always managed to anchor her somehow.

She couldn't sleep with it on anymore. The memories it fed her were only a reminder of how things used to be, and in a twisted way, it was worse to remember those glory days, than to relive the same nightmare every night. She stared at it for a while.

Eventually, with a sigh, she slung the memento around her neck, and pulled herself to her feet, stepping over clothes and trash as she went about her business, getting ready for the day as fast as she could, limited as she was. She hated having to get dressed, but she couldn't stand to sit still. She passes an idle glance at a large box, a gift, delivered to her a week ago now, and thinks for a moment before looking away again.

It takes her almost half an hour before she finally emerges from her room into the hall, trapsing downstairs, unsure as to whether or not she is alone in the house.

She is surprised as she hears a few familiar voices, laughing as they share stories and catch up. Finally exiting the stairway into the main room of the house, she finds her old teachers, Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck, and Professor Peter Port, engaging in jolly reminiscence with her father, Tai Xiao Long.

Dr. Oobleck, ever the vigilant, is first to notice her arrival downstairs. Thrusting his arms out in her direction as if presenting her to those present

Dr. Oobleck: "Mrs. Xiao Long herself! My dear girl its been an age!"

Turning in his chair, Professor Port greets her as well, a warm smile peeking out from under his mustache.

Prof. Port: "Its wonderful to see you safe and walking around dear girl"

Yang shuffled uneasily where she stood, she felt she should be happy to see her two former educators, after all they were good people, almost friends even, but she just didn't have the words.

A small wave was all she managed before she slid past the living room and towards the kitchen, feeling their eyes on the back of her head, and on her missing arm, she clutched the stump in front of her to hide it from them as she walked, almost as if they would forget what they couldn't see.

Most days were like this. Dragging on, games of cat and mouse where she did all she could to avoid the outside world, and the people in it.

A few hours passed and the professors were bidding their farewells to Tai. She watches them leave from around the corner, and for a moment, thinks she should say something.

But they are already gone.

Tai walks back into the dining room and sits at the table with a sigh, letting his head rest in his hands as he glumly listens to the house settle back into a familiar silence. Yang stands awkwardly for a moment before with a sigh, she walks over and takes a seat next to him at the table.

Silence hangs for a moment, then a moment longer before she finally says something.

Yang: "I'm sorry..."

Tai furrows his brow as he takes his head from his hands to look at her. He looks tired. More tired than she's seen him in a very, very long time. He gazes at her for a moment with an unreadable expression before his facial features soften, and a light smile spreads across his face.

He opens his mouth to speak.

He is interrupted when a crashing sound like thunder rocks the house. The whole building shakes and the windows rattle as if rocked by an earthquake

Yang: "Whats happening?!?"

Tai: "I don't-!"

The front door flies open off of its lock from the force of the wind outside, the rushing air deafening them both. Tai struggles to shove the door closed again, only managing it when Yang stumbles her way to him to help shoulder it closed.

Yang: "what the hell is it, a hurricane?!"

Tai: "Patch hasn't seen a hurricane in hundreds of years!"

They both struggle to hold the door closed for a moment, before finally the shaking subsides, and the wind, while still blowing slows enough that they can let go of the door, panting and shaken, they take a moment to pick up broken glasses from the floor, and shove furniture back into place from the shaking.

Tai grumbles as he stalks off into other rooms to do the same, while Yang trots back upstairs to her room to assess the damage. Her door creaks open as she sees that her room is a disaster, but she realizes that most of that is her doing. A few things have been flung around, which she picks up and places them back into their proper homes.

She stops for a moment as she notices the box, flung off od the desk where it was sitting and its top having been thrown off, exposing the gun metal grey prosthetic robot arm it was hiding. She kneels down next to it, and pulls the box closer to herself, staring at the arm.

An almost painful throb echoes from where her arm used to be as her fingers brush over the stainless steel of the arm, not a sock of dust covering its surface that shines slightly in the dim grey light from the window. She stares at it.

And after a few moments, she places the lid back onto the box, and returns it to its previous resting place on the desk. She wasn't ready. She isn't sure if she ever will be. She cleans a little more, before she wanders downstairs again.

She notices the front door hanging open, a cool but not weak wind blowing inside, and sees Tai standing outside on their front path, staring at the sky.

She walks outside and stands next to him, he fails to notice her.

Confused, she follows his gaze, and her eyes go wide at what she sees.

A roiling maelstrom hangs over the forest, lightning crackles through the clouds in distant rumbles of sound and flashes of silver light, but occasionally a streak of deep, crimson red lightning flashes across instead. The clouds roil, as if stirred like a broth.

Moments before she can speak, a single point of light appears in the center, and flashes briefly, bright as the sun, causing her to cover her eyes. When she looks back, her jaw hangs open, as a single point of bright silver light begins to fall from of the eye of the storm.

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(Good God i am sorry for how long im taking)

(Until next time)