as leaves hitting grass. Her keenly trained ears detected the unmistakable sounds of a scuffle emanating from the nearby classroom. Pausing just beyond the wooden frame, Yang closed her lilac eyes and steadily released a stored breath. She was ready, this is what she trained for. This is what she lived for.

Throwing open the door with a thunderous crash Yang swiftly used one hand to flip on the lights, revealing her foe from the darkness.

"Ah ha! gotcha!" She proudly yelled. "Come on and fight me you bea…"

Yang stopped. Before her was a sight that would forever be burned into her memories. Crouching over a boy's form was a girl, clad in red. Crimson poured from her mouth bathing her chin in blood. Her sister, with the look ofa savage beast she lay there eyes locked on Yang. But her eyes, no longer silver like Yang knew. In this moment her pupils were red, as if her eyes were now those of a grimm.

"R-Ruby?" Yang stood there, paralyzed by what was unfolding in front of her. Ruby, her baby sister, the sweetest, kindest soul she ever knew, was now tearing open some poor boy's neck and gulping down his blood.

This couldn't be right, she thought. This couldn't be her Ruby. The little girl who fell asleep in a wagon. The girl who only ever cared about helping others, now some kind of monster.

Ruby stared at Yang, her head slowly shook side to side, lips ever so softly forming the word "no, over and over again." As