Don't Run

Chapter 8 - A Part of His Past

(Y/N)'s PoV

Ozpin and I were talking when I heard Valentine's hand make contact with Glynda. I turn around and see her fall to the ground. Enraged by Valentine's attack, I rush and tackle him into the wall. I grab Valentine by the throat, pick him up, and slam him on the ground. I start hold onto the front his robes.

“A Man! Doesn't! Hit! A Lady!” I punctuate each word by punching Valentine in the face.

I throw him to the other side of the room to where the balcony is. Valentine tries to get up but I just pick him up by the forehead and slam his head into the wall.

“If you ever touch her again, I'll make you wish I'd killed you like your bastard parents!” I finish by throwing him against the balcony’s railing. I don't what I was talking about but at the moment I didn't care.

I can hear Ozpin and Glynda yelling my name, but it's faint. I keep punching Valentine until I exhaust myself, but even then I continue beating him, just slower and without the same force. Glynda uses her Semblance to pull me off him again and towards herself. She releases me and I run my hands through her hair and pushing it behind ear. She has a handprint on her left cheek.

“Glynda, are you okay? Did he hurt you too badly?”

“No, I'm okay. I'm fine.”

As I make sure Glynda is okay, Valentine stands up, his face is already healed. I pull out my katana and point it at him. “Why did you hurt my mistress,” I demand, holding Glynda protectively.

“Maybe you should ask your master about your past; why you don't remember my parents, or about…,” Valentine declares as he pulls out his rapier, “your sister.”

I look at Glynda, “What's he talking about, what sister?”

Tears well up in her eyes. “Please forgive me, (Yn). You asked me to make you forget.”

I lower my sword arm, “What did you make me forget?”

“It'd be easier to show you.” Glynda puts her hand on my cheek, and a torrent of images flood my mind.

Scenes of a girl with lighter, (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes flash past. My mother bringing her home from the hospital. Me reading her to sleep. Us playing tag in the backyard. For a few minutes, I only see happy memories, but then everything took a nasty turn. I saw police at our front door. My mother falling to her knees as we learn of sister's death. My killing of people: butchers, mothers, fathers, accountants, barbers. I see each of their faces as I murdered them, watching the life fade from their eyes. I fall realizing I truly was the monster I am now. I drop my blade and fall to my knees.

“Please, Valentine, forgive me. I took your parents from you, and I ruined your life, and for that, I'm truly sorry.”

I watch as Valentine sheaths his sword and walks toward me. He pulls me up from the ground and embraces me with a brotherly hug.

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Valentine's Pov

After (Y/N) apologized for my parents' demise, I pitied him. He became a killer because of what my parents did to his sister

“That's all I wanted to hear,” I say, “I know you wouldn't have hurt Mom and Dad if they were innocent, but I didn't want to believe it.”

I let go and put my hand on his shoulders.

“After I became the Spirit, I searched for you, my Brother in Arms. I wanted you to suffer for killing my parents, but I learned of their cult and what they had done. I'm sorry for their sins and I understand why you did what you had to.”