(Volume 4) Mythical Rose (Scattered) (OLD)

Chapter 7: Trapped in Riches; Rebellious Escape

(Weiss's POV)

I stood there on the stage, as I sung my song that I've practiced for a few weeks...

Me: ♫♫♫I'm not your pet, not another thing you own... I was not born guilty of your crimes. Your riches and your influence can hold me anymore, I won't be possessed, burden by a royal test! I will not surrender, This Life is Mine!♫♫♫

The audience began applauding for me but I still didn't feel happy... I looked to my right to see Kuraime and Lucy clapping for me; at least that made me somewhat happy. But when I looked up to my left, I saw my father and Whitley... I sighed mentally and walked off the stage...

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Right now I was in my house, where the party was being kept and I was basically forced to stand next to my father while he talked with some guests, sounding as... smug as ever... I hated it... I looked behind me to see a large painting of Beacon... I felt the memories flow into my mind so I decided to go over, if not for my father grabbing my arm?

Father: Where are you going?

Me: I'm... just a little thirsty.

Father: Sweetheart, we have people for that.

Me: What? No, I can get it. I'll be right back, I promise.

He stared at me before hesitantly letting me go. I went over to the painting and just looked at it... I began remember the people lost during the Fall of Beacon... Penny... Pyrrha... and the heavily injured... Yang... Dairoku... I hope their alright... I wonder how Celeste is doing... A tear slid down my face, remembering them all... and their smiles... their hugs... their voices... Why... why did this have to happen...?

???: It's beautiful... You two match.

I looked over to see a tanned young man with dark blue hair... I kinda just stared at him annoyingly before crossing my arms and looking back at the painting.

Me: Yes, it's a lovely painting.

Annoyance: So, that was my attempt at breaking the ice. How am I doing so far?

Me: *sigh* You are leaving a lot to be desired.

Annoyance: Well, I've always appreciated the honesty. Henry Marigold.

He offered his hand to me and I reluctantly took it.

Me: Weiss Schnee.

Henry: I know, I saw your performance, obviously. You were wonderful, and I promise I'm not just saying that cause' you're pretty.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the painting.

Henry: Honesty, remember? So, you thinking about buying it?

Me: No. I don't this so.

Henry: Yeah, kinda pricey for a painting.

I started to get annoyed.

Me: It's to raise money.

Henry: Oh really? For what?

Me: For what?

Henry: Hehe, I'll admit, I only come to these things for the food and drinks.

He took a drink from a passing by waiter.

Henry: And the extraordinary company, of course. So what, is it another Mantle fundraiser or something?

Me: Get. Out.

Henry: What?

Me: Get out, or I will have security escort you out.

Henry: But I haven't done any-