The SDC Is In "Good" Hands
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
"One man's greed will not stand between me and my sister's life."
Heels clacked against polished tile as the heiress marched down the hall. The Schnee Dust Company had a great many locations and employees, but the heart of all decision making was still located in the family mansion.
"It had to be done, Weiss." Louise had told her, standing calmly before the body of Jacques Schnee.
Looking out the large window before her father's office, she tried and failed to hold onto the shock and horror of what her friend had done. The emotions just slipped away like grains of sand through a child's fingers. It was wrong; she couldn't believe it had happened at all and yet... and yet despite her mind continually circling back to that day's events, she felt nothing. Was this apathy really her?
"I'm sorry it had to be this way, Weiss. You've been a good friend even if your parentage leaves something to be desired, so I'll forgive you for this." The pink haired monster of a girl told her, sliding Myrtenaster out of her stomach with the same discomfort as someone picking at a splinter.
Bloodied dripping down into her eye, breathing ragged from a pair of broken ribs, and thoroughly abused body shaking from the effort of standing with a shattered Aura, Weiss glared defiantly back. "You won't... get away with... this."
"You'll find that I already have. As I said, I'm sorry it had to be this way, but I understand."
Pushing her way into the office, Weiss felt the first ray of happiness return as she laid eyes on her friend. Louise was sitting in her father's chair poring over documents with the same focus she seen the girl put into her schoolwork. Nearby, her father stood motionlessly, empty eyes showing no signs of recognition as he looked at his daughter.
As she turned fearfully toward the door, looking for a way to perhaps flee in spite of knowing she wouldn't be fast enough, Weiss saw the handle was gone. In its place was a funnel of spider silk, the little red arachnid living there crawling from the impossible depths to brandish its fangs at her.
Hearing a long chant in a strange language, she saw Louise approaching. She knew where this was going, had heard the same unknown words not an hour ago. Unable to run or even put up much resistance, Weiss closed her eyes tight and whimpered as the pinkette's hot breath ghosted across her face.
"I wish it could have turned out differently."
Resigned, the heiress could only nod. "Me too."
Warm lips pressed against her forehead and there was a burning pain before the world fractured and she passed out.
"How are you feeling?" Louise asked in concern, tearing her eyes away from the paperwork. "I had to put a lot of magicka into you in a short amount of time and I was afraid you might end up like your father."
Reaching up to touch the faded, angular symbols hidden beneath her bangs, Weiss smiled. "I'll have you know that I'm much more resilient than him. My father never saw the value of physical ability like my sister and I."
"Well, I also put a lot less care into dealing with him and almost half my magic." Louise countered before shaking her head. "Forgive me for worrying, but I considered you a friend even if things were forced to go so far."
"Past tense?" Weiss asked, barely holding back the tremor in her voice at the sudden pain in her chest.
She'd never really had any friends before attending Beacon. Louise, Ruby, Hinata, Victoria, Blake, Tsun, Pyrrha Nikos of all people, and even Yang and Jaune if she was being honest with herself; maybe it was her own manifestation of her father's greed, but now that she had them, she didn't want to let go. Her dysfunctional team that she hoped to do better for, the rest she wanted to grow closer with. Blake, Hinata, and Louise in particular were people she knew understood her better than most and that made them all the more precious.
"I've bound you as a familiar, Weiss. Even if I didn't know after Tsun that the magic created loyalty, I doubt you want to be-"
Filing away that remark about Tsun as she stomped closer, Weiss glared down imperiously at the pinkette, one diminutive heiress to the other. "Stop talking. Even if your magic is affecting me... even if I can't feel the things I know I should, I can still think for myself, thank you! What you did was a huge betrayal of trust and I understand why you did it, but don't you think for a second you get to push me away and label me as some kind of pet. You've got a responsibility to make up for what you've done and I'm not letting you guilt your way out of it, you dolt!"
Louise's smile was a little watery and Weiss just knew she didn't fully believe what she'd said. Not to paint herself too much like Yang, but it pissed her off.
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A/N: This was going to be the intro to the next story post, but I ran out of time, so have it as a separate thing.
Heels clacked against polished tile as the heiress marched down the hall. The Schnee Dust Company had a great many locations and employees, but the heart of all decision making was still located in the family mansion.
"It had to be done, Weiss." Louise had told her, standing calmly before the body of Jacques Schnee.
Looking out the large window before her father's office, she tried and failed to hold onto the shock and horror of what her friend had done. The emotions just slipped away like grains of sand through a child's fingers. It was wrong; she couldn't believe it had happened at all and yet... and yet despite her mind continually circling back to that day's events, she felt nothing. Was this apathy really her?
"I'm sorry it had to be this way, Weiss. You've been a good friend even if your parentage leaves something to be desired, so I'll forgive you for this." The pink haired monster of a girl told her, sliding Myrtenaster out of her stomach with the same discomfort as someone picking at a splinter.
Bloodied dripping down into her eye, breathing ragged from a pair of broken ribs, and thoroughly abused body shaking from the effort of standing with a shattered Aura, Weiss glared defiantly back. "You won't... get away with... this."
"You'll find that I already have. As I said, I'm sorry it had to be this way, but I understand."
Pushing her way into the office, Weiss felt the first ray of happiness return as she laid eyes on her friend. Louise was sitting in her father's chair poring over documents with the same focus she seen the girl put into her schoolwork. Nearby, her father stood motionlessly, empty eyes showing no signs of recognition as he looked at his daughter.
As she turned fearfully toward the door, looking for a way to perhaps flee in spite of knowing she wouldn't be fast enough, Weiss saw the handle was gone. In its place was a funnel of spider silk, the little red arachnid living there crawling from the impossible depths to brandish its fangs at her.
Hearing a long chant in a strange language, she saw Louise approaching. She knew where this was going, had heard the same unknown words not an hour ago. Unable to run or even put up much resistance, Weiss closed her eyes tight and whimpered as the pinkette's hot breath ghosted across her face.
"I wish it could have turned out differently."
Resigned, the heiress could only nod. "Me too."
Warm lips pressed against her forehead and there was a burning pain before the world fractured and she passed out.
"How are you feeling?" Louise asked in concern, tearing her eyes away from the paperwork. "I had to put a lot of magicka into you in a short amount of time and I was afraid you might end up like your father."
Reaching up to touch the faded, angular symbols hidden beneath her bangs, Weiss smiled. "I'll have you know that I'm much more resilient than him. My father never saw the value of physical ability like my sister and I."
"Well, I also put a lot less care into dealing with him and almost half my magic." Louise countered before shaking her head. "Forgive me for worrying, but I considered you a friend even if things were forced to go so far."
"Past tense?" Weiss asked, barely holding back the tremor in her voice at the sudden pain in her chest.
She'd never really had any friends before attending Beacon. Louise, Ruby, Hinata, Victoria, Blake, Tsun, Pyrrha Nikos of all people, and even Yang and Jaune if she was being honest with herself; maybe it was her own manifestation of her father's greed, but now that she had them, she didn't want to let go. Her dysfunctional team that she hoped to do better for, the rest she wanted to grow closer with. Blake, Hinata, and Louise in particular were people she knew understood her better than most and that made them all the more precious.
"I've bound you as a familiar, Weiss. Even if I didn't know after Tsun that the magic created loyalty, I doubt you want to be-"
Filing away that remark about Tsun as she stomped closer, Weiss glared down imperiously at the pinkette, one diminutive heiress to the other. "Stop talking. Even if your magic is affecting me... even if I can't feel the things I know I should, I can still think for myself, thank you! What you did was a huge betrayal of trust and I understand why you did it, but don't you think for a second you get to push me away and label me as some kind of pet. You've got a responsibility to make up for what you've done and I'm not letting you guilt your way out of it, you dolt!"
Louise's smile was a little watery and Weiss just knew she didn't fully believe what she'd said. Not to paint herself too much like Yang, but it pissed her off.
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A/N: This was going to be the intro to the next story post, but I ran out of time, so have it as a separate thing.
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