What Evil Causes (Book 3, Finale)

Angered Soul

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3rd POV
Y/N was walking through the rain, it was landing hard, though it didn't bother Y/N....not one bit. He walked into a public restroom and looked himself in the mirror. The water dropped from his body as his eyes started turning white, the exact opposite of his dream.
Y/N: GRAAAAAAAA-
Julia POV
I sat in the dorm listening to the rain pounding on the window. I sat on my bed just trying to process all that has happened during my time here....I made friends...enemies....but now I'm afraid that my best friend won't be the same. I can't blame him though. I laid back on my bed and just stared at the ceiling.
3rd POV
Y/N closed the restroom door behind him and continued walking in the rain, the mirrors inside were shattered. His knuckles were bloody and had shards of glass in them. He looked off to see Beacon Academy and sighed. He continued his way to Beacon, not daring to look back. The towns were filled with traffic and closing shops, everyone was going home. Within an hour the streets would be empty with the exception of those who work...and those who are the scum of remnant. Y/N walked through the town, people on the sidewalks gave him the side eye as he kept his head down and kept moving.
Yang POV
I brought everyone's food.
Blake: thank you Yang....
Me: any news of Y/N?
Blake: he still hasn't come back...I'm going out there, stay here.
Me: but?
Blake: I'll bring him back....
3rd POV
She put her coat on and left the dorm. She left Beacon, went into the bullhead and landed in the city. Blake got out of the bullhead and started walking on the sidewalks, she was protecting her ears from the rain as it pelted every inch of her body. Y/N walked into an open diner and sat down in a corner booth.
Waitress: what can I get ya sweetie?
Y/N: sekacnaP
Waitress: could you repeat that please?
Y/N: Pancakes please.....
Waitress: anything else?
Y/N: coffee....
Waitress: coming right up.
She put her pen in her hair and walked to the kitchen line and put the ticket up. Three punks then walked in, good for nothing scum. One of them walked over to Y/N's table and stood there.
Punk 1: we would like this table please.
Y/N: go....away
Punk 1: I'm sorry what did you say?
Y/N glared up at him, his eye turned black making the punk back off a bit. Y/N's eye returned to normal and he got his coffee.
Y/N: thanks.
The bell rang again and it was Blake, she saw Y/N who was drinking and walked over and sat across from him.
Blake: Hey Y/N.
Y/N: olleh
Blake: I know it's hard Y/N....we can get through this together.
Y/N: I don't think I can....not right now atleast....I've  lost a lot in my life, thought I'd be used to it by now....guess it shows that no matter what, there are some things you are never prepared for.
The waitress dropped off the food in front of Y/N.
Waitress: I'll be with you in a moment young lady, just let me seat these gentlemen first.
Blake: take your time.
Y/N looked out the window, the rain got heavier and heavier with each minute, the streets began to flood a little bit.
Blake: Y/N....Yang is really worried, she wants to talk to you....she doesn't want you to be the outcast at Beacon.
Y/N: I know she doesn't...I know she cares, I love her dearly....just wish I was better with that type of stuff....
Blake: Y/N....look at me.
He looked up at her, he just looked broken, never once has Y/N looked this way before, even after all the abuse, all the damage that was brought into his life, he always smiled through it, but this time...it was straight, and emotionless.