think of the daughter she loved so much? Tearing open the flesh of children and enjoying every moment of it. Ruby knew she was a monster and now she betrayed everything her mom once was.

"Ruby?" The shaking, nervus voice emanating from behind was Yang's. Overpowering feelings of dread powered once last sprint, she had to get away, Yang could not see her like this.

"Ruby wait!" Yang called as Ruby sprinted away without even turning to look at her sister. Over the greens separating buildings of brick she ran, what little strength in her swiftly leaving.

Abruptly, black and white blocked her path. Weapons drawn, Blake and Weiss held their ground, unease causing ever so slight trembling of their extremities.

'Why did she have to call them? Why did they allfar as to interpret the blonde's message as meaning Ruby was the most recent victim rather than the one behind it all. Even when they confronted her with her mouth and chin coated in crimson, each of them hoped for a simple misunderstanding, any explanation that was not the horrifying truth.

Yet here she was, the fifteen year old girl, standing in the night, crying and explaining to them how she had a compulsion to hurt others. Weiss and Blake had no way to react to this; nothing in their complicated, pain filled, pasts could prepare them for this moment and the sobbing child before them.

But Yang knew, she always knew what to do. None of it mattered. The victims, the blood, the unstoppable desires, none of it. All