Atlas's Heart

Trauma

Guitars

The camera zooms from Beacon toward Atlas.

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Ready Set Go!
We were racing to the goal line not long ago.

Y/n, Weiss and Alecks run through Atlas. Then the camera switches to a scene of Y/n staring out of a window.

Even though, there was so much we didn't know yet.

Y/n reaches his hand out, clinches and releases sadly and shakily.

Crossing that line!

Flip to Weiss, stuck in her room looking out the window.

We saw that there would be no going back in time.
Even though, there was so much we didn't know yet.

She pulls out Myrtenaster and practices her technique.

We're burning, and fighting, under the sun.

Flip to Alecks and Y/n walking and talking before a familiar face distracts Y/n.

Yeah, my skin is glistening.

Y/n and Ironwood are training in the combat area before the screen cracks.

From sweat dripping down my face.

He looks down with his hands before a tear falls.

As time will pass I believe,
There are many things that we may forget.

The camera zooms into the tear to show the trio falling through the air smiling and free with Ironwood looking overhead in Atlas.

Everyone, will become, a Silhouette.

Y/n thinks about Tyler, Alecks and Weiss, all back facing, before they turn into a dark figures and fade.

But why do we pretend we don't care
All about the things that we hold so dear?

Y/n opens his eyes and lands beside Weiss and Alecks, and Ironwood approaches from behind and pats Y/n on the back.

It's so when, it's hurting
We can laugh through the tears!

Y/n and co. look up at the nighttime Atlesian sky, glistening with stars.
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"Again!" You swing.

"Again!!" You swing again.

"AGAIN!!!" You swing Luna once more. Beads of sweat fall off your face as you attempt to start your lungs back up again.

"How are you son?" You hear your father ask over the intercom.

"I don't know... it feels like something is off."

"Explain." You holster Luna and look at your palm.

"I'm... shaking." You clench you fist.

"DAMMIT!!" You punch the wooden dummy in the face, shattering its head. The pieces of wood scatter across the metal floor.

"WHY AM I LIKE THIS!!" You pull out Sol and blast the dummy to bits. You holster your weapon and take a few shaky breaths.

"You're stressing yourself too much. Add on top of that the fact you haven't fought in months, you're rusty son."

"I'M NOT ALLOWED TO BE RUSTY!!" You scream at him.

"I HAVE TO IMPROVE, AT ANY COSTS!" After some silence, your father has a suggestion.

"Why don't we run you against some holograms?"

"How many?"

"Four should be easy enough, right?"

"Sure..." You say still angry at yourself. You equip your pistols and prepare. Four holograms appear before you.

"I have them set to semi-pro Huntsman level, just to see where you're at." You grit your teeth and grip your pistols, and prepare to fight. You inhale deeply, recognizing the smells of sweat and metal. The first of four holograms run at you with its translucent sword. You block it, but the strength from the construct knocks you back, you barely react to the second one swing it's battle-axe.

"Dammit. I'm moving too slow!" You antagonize yourself. You raise Sol and go for a slice to one's head, it deflects the blade and palm strikes you in the chest, sending you back onto the ground. You lift your head and look up at them.

"R-Ruby?" The young girl walks toward you.

"Where were you?! You left us and because of it, Blake is gone too!"

"And don't forget Pyrrha!" You look to her left and see Yang, hair aflame and her eyes, a searing bright red.

"You could've stopped her from dying!!" Yang screams. Blake stands beside Yang.

"You're just like the General, cowardly enough to run. And that's coming from a coward."

"And how could you forget me." You look over and see Tyler, walking forward, flames engulfing his hands, hair and eyes.

"I'm gone. There's nothing you can do to save me. For all you know, I'm probably dead!" He raises his fist and begins the motion of a punch. You brace for the impact of a fiery fist hitting your face. But it never comes. You instead wake up in your bed before the impact. You look at your palm, you repeatedly close and open your fist. You clench it before tears begin to fall, you start to shake.

"No." You steel yourself and calm down. The shaking stops.

"None of you are gone or forgotten. And Tyler. You are NOT dead." You stand up out of your bed and walk toward the window, you look over the city of Atlas.

"How can such an angelic looking place feel like hell?" You clench your other fist, but this time not in resolve.

But of anger.

"I am leaving. Ready or not."

Weiss's P.O.V

"Young lady, I don't give a damn about what you want! This isn't about you! This is about the Schnee family name, and your apparent insistence on dragging it through the mud!"

"I have done nothing but fight to uphold the honor of MY family name! A name you married into!" You scream back, his face becomes one of anger, he raises his arm and slaps you across the face hard enough to turn your head. Thankfully your Aura was up, else that would've really hurt, instead you're only shocked. He breathes in.

"This behavior of yours is incredibly disappointing. You couldn't possible understand the lengths I've gone to in order to keep this family where it is. If you think running off like your sister is going to make the family name stronger, you're wrong. Siding with her only divides us."

"I'm not siding with anyone! I'm doing what I think is right, and that does not include wasting my time up here with these clueless people in Atlas!" He walks away from you.

"Well obviously not all of them are so clueless. Why was Ironwood's son speaking to you?"

"Father we grew up together and he went to Beacon as well. We were discussing the painting before he bought it."

"Well, I suppose I'll have to thank him the next time I speak publicly. He's helped Vale again. It will help me keep the family name adored by many."

"The Schnee family name isn't yours to leave. It's mine. And I'll do it as a Huntress."

"No... you won't be going anywhere unless I personally allow it. You will remain on the grounds and the staff here will help me do so." He walks off toward the door.

"People will begin to ask questions Father. They'll start to wonder where the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company is suddenly nowhere to be found."

"Which is why you are no long the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company."