RWBY : Shattered Ego

Chapter 34 : Scorched Eye

A terribly scarred face at his left side done by a heated poker was revealed, in all it's glory no less. His cyan blue enchanting eyes stared back with unyielding flames of vengeance. A single name came to her mind as the world crumbles around her with ear splitting shriek.

"Einz"

As she stood there in shock from the initials of her soon to be inherited company and the churning of her stomach. A jolt of electricity was shot throughout her back, her vision blurries to white. Weiss soon discovers a child with black horns who stood before her with a bright smile, standing along with his sister whose also likely the same age. They look like a family but Weiss could tell, it wasn't blood related. They're a family she never gets, not until later in her years at Beacon. A single streak of tears went down her pale face as she bask in the memories she shared with her other self that had been Burried within for a dreadfully long time now. The boy before her was like a doppelganger to the one she knows. Oh, how fate can toy with their lives like this... She curse them wholeheartedly.

The heiress drops herself to the ground, her legs gave away at the dizziness that came with that shock. As sweat dropped from her forehead, Adam advances with glee. He laughed at the sight he had yearned to see from the Schnee's. A crazy laugh, that's for sure. He went on saying more scornful facts about the SDC and everything wrong with it. Most of them relating to faunus mistreatment and his scarred eye is the biggest proof of it but Weiss being so shocked at the sight had only kept a deaf ear to his plight. Heh, 'plight' would be an understatement.

Weiss sat there, still dangerously close to the edge of that cliff staring at the possibly biggest damnation of her father's actions. While the bull faunus, who did not give her the time to mourn- inches closer with pride. Still saying something she couldn't quite hear.

Before this, she knows how the company had turned for the worst ever since Jacques inherited it. Hell, she lived with it most of her life. But nothing could have prepared her for this. Did Winter knew? She was the next heir had she not went to the academy instead. Is that also why she left, knowing how cruel their father could be? No, that doesn't seems right... She doesn't think that even Winter knows. At least, not about the scar.

The heiress looks around, more specifically at the bull faunus. Analysing his built thoroughly. From what she could gather, he doesn't seem that old but if he's already this strong then he must be close to Winter's age. Then, when did he get that scar?

While the heiress was in deep thoughts, Adam had made his way back- standing right in front of her. "This, is what you did to me." he said, waving his hand near the scar. Looking down at the Schnee, he could see the line running down from her eye to her cheek upon up close. What she had is tiny, mild, very small compared to his. She may have get to show it off like a trophy for her troubles but not him. He had to hide in shame of HER people's deeds. Adam tightened his grip, his eye furrowed in fury. He then knelt down, crouching very close to the heiress face to face.

"Look at me." He pressured. He noticed the Schnee had been quiet, too quiet actually. It's like she's not there in that moment. He would have to force her to actually see and hear him. "Look at What YOU DID to me." he spoke venomously. He relished in the fact that the Schnee had flinch a bit with a sniffle, that proves she's now looking, focusing solely on him. That's what he wants, for them to know what they did, for them to finally realise what they've done! He can start out small, there's more time to hunt the others. After he's dealt with this one.

More tears rain down her pale face, had her eyes gone puffy red- she wouldn't know. But that pain she feels doesn't amount to the one her father had maimed into others, unintentionally or not. Weiss opens and closes her lips with only sobs being heard. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't know how her words could fix this problem. Neither does she know what could appease him. Her death maybe? Bad thoughts. Not a possibility, she can't just die now. Not after everything. Not yet. Curse the fate! Curse her damn father for another beast popping out left and right!