Destiny No More

Chapter 3

Pyrrha felt sick as she watched the screen, the world spinning violently as she struggled to keep from throwing up. Yang had... no, that wasn't right. She knew what she saw and yet she didn't believe it, she knew Yang hadn't done it. There was no doubt about that in her mind.

But... how did she know that?

The screen cut to black and a moment later Pyrrha closed her eyes, attempting to think through the pain.

Something was wrong. She had...

Pyrrha racked her mind for what it was, but came up empty. She felt so sick to her stomach. She felt like she had made a mistake of some kind. The kind you couldn't just take back or fix.

Pyrrha fell to her knees as she felt a wave of emotion wash over her.

Wait... she hadn't been standing, had she?

No, she'd been in bed, in the nur-

Her body shook violently, pain shocking her out of her thoughts. Eyes opening to see the horror before her.

Penny's dull eyes looking at her from the otherside of the arena.

Pyrrha starred in shock, mouth hung open, as she brought a hand to her face. The tears streaming down her face.

She'd killed Penny.

But... she hadn't even fought yet she cou-

"This is not a tragedy," A voice rang out over the intercom system. "This was not an accident."

Pyrrha pulled her hand away from her face, looking down into her palm as she failed to prevent them shaking. She'd killed Penny, sliced her open with her own wires, revealing circuits and metal supports.

"This is what happens when you hand over your trust, your safety, your children, to men who claim to be your guardians... but are nothing more than men."

She knew that voice, but also those words. They were familiar to her but... she also knew she'd never heard them before. The conflicting thoughts were accompanied by pain, only this time she focused on them.

She had heard those words before, but where?

"Our academies headmasters wield more power than most armies, and one was audacious enough to claim both."

Pyrrha looked up from her hand, staring at the screen the recording played over. She'd heard those words in her dreams. She had seen this before.

But why couldn't she remember?

She struggled to her feet, despite how her body resisted her. She had to find the headmaster, to get to the vault. If they hurried they could give her the powers she needed to win. If they hurried, she could still save her friends.

"So I ask you, when the first shots are fired... Who do you think you can trust?"

There was a moment of silence before the alarms started to blare. The people panicked in an instant, only serving to make matters worse. The dome above the arena gave out almost immediately, Grimm pouring down onto the arena.

Pyrrha reached for her weapon, preparing for a fight. She hesitated however, already hearing the sound of feet as more students and Hunters joined her.

It was clear that the battle had already begun to turn in their favour, there were simply too many students, who were together able to gradually push theGrimm back. Most of the civilians would have made it to the docks as well, the Grimm being held back by them.

Pyrrha knew that, she also knew she had to find the headmaster. Scanning the battlefield she saw no sign of him. She looked over to the entrance way on the side of the arena. There would be a stair well there that would allow her to make it to the docks quickly.