Burn Bright (RWBY Cinder X OC)

Chapter 1: Retrieval

OC'S POV

"You worthless piece of shit!" I heard my father yell again before punching me in the face again, a regular occurrence since childhood, 2 to be exact....I'm 26 now and they won't let me leave...

"You're an absolute waste of a son you shithead." He said again before kicking me in the stomach, making me bend over. Then he smashed a beer bottle over my head, sending me to the floor...but then I heard something I really didn't want to hear...

"Daddy! Please! Leave him alone!" My younger sister screamed, a short blonde girl with a smile to brighten even the darkest of lives.

"This doesn't concern you Sylvia, go back to yours and Silla's room, now." My father demanded, Silla was my other sister, closer to my age, being 24.

"Okay Daddy..." Sylvia said sadly, she looked at me with sorrow, but I gave her a smile, reassuring her that everything is fine...
She left the room and my father pulled me to my feet.

"What are you doing to her!? Are you trying to get her involved you sack of shit!?" He spat in my face, I didn't answer, I knew that it would just end with me getting hurt, or worse, one of them.

"You better not bring her into this boy, or I'll be very cross, and you know what happens when I get cross." He spat again and pushed me to the floor, then walked off. Presumably to the kitchen to get another beer or something. I slowly got off of the ground and to my feet while wiping the spit off of my face. I guess it's time to introduce myself to all of you.

My name's Sable, I'm a Wolf Faunus with a very injured tail.
I have Icy blue eyes and black hair with a blue tinge that is unnaturally long for a male and an unruly beard, not being able to shave.
I don't have a weapon.
My semblance is strength, getting more prolific with how I'm feeling, mad is when it's at its best so far.
I'm also very fast as well, but that's just a natural born ability of mine, not that I'll try running off from my home, last time I did that they hurt Sylvia, I wasn't going to risk her getting hurt again.

In case it wasn't obvious, my current parents, you know, the ones who abuse me, they're foster parents, after my first ones died after a White Fang attack when I was 1 and a half years old.

I heard the front door open and I was immediately met with a sharp pain in my back...My mother must've come home early.

"Come on Boy, get up! Get up so I can whip ya again." She said with a smart tone, I slowly rose to my feet, only to feel a bladed whip hit me across the chest, going deep enough to hospitalise a normal person. I fell to one knee.

"Come on Boy, you can not be done just like that!" She yelled, I got back to my feet again, waiting for her next strike, and as quickly as the last, it came, except she got my face, right over my right eye. I was close to crying, but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing it.

"What? You gonna cry you dog? Huh? Well go ahead, Cry, Cry your little dog tears." She said while sweeping my legs with the whip, making me hit my head on the floor.

"Go ahead you worthless pup, Cry, let me see those tears." She said mercilessly, grabbing my collar, again, I didn't give in, I didn't want to let her see me cry again.

"You know, I'm glad your parents got killed, at least we have something to practice our skills on." She said, I was so close to crying then, but I remember not to let them see it.

"Fine, you get off this time, but next time, you're gonna Cry." Was all She said before walking away, but stomping on my already damaged tail in the process, I winced in pain, it was obviously a last ditch effort to make me cry, but I steeled my nerves and kept the tears in.