The Knights of Grimm - Act 3 - Shattered Memory

Chapter 45 - Menagerie

Blake

Sun gently caresses her long jet black hair with his weak hand, the drugs in his system are helping him move around better, and even Neptune is actually on his feet right now. His legs are wobbling around from the weakness that Horridus Morbus has inflicted on him, but at least they can still move around instead of being stuck in those beds for ages. They have already been there for a couple days now since the plague was unleashed on Vacuo. Weiss and Yang are both asleep right now, only Neptune and Sun are awake as Neptune continues to walk back and forth, a simple exercise to keep his body from degrading.

The last thing they want to suffer from is Muscle Atrophy, because even if they find a cure for Horridus Morbus, their muscles could break down and they will be crippled due to a lack of exercise.

Sun looks at Blake's stunning amber feline eyes with a smile on his face. "Still can't believe how we first met." He chuckles, reminiscing back to that day in Vale when he was the no-good stowaway on that ship, and Weiss suspected he was the one that robbed the Dust Store. She even thought he was potentially a member of the White Fang as well for a couple of seconds.

Blake giggles, remembering how time seemed to slow down when he passed by her and winked straight at her with that damn smirk of his. She would be lying if she said she didn't find him cute when he did that the first time, but it was more the fact that he looked after her for a couple days without her really saying a word to him. And he still looked after her and never judged her for her past with the White Fang – especially what he thought he saw when Hazel lead those Acolytes disguised as White Fang to kill them all.

The first steps made by Salem's Small Council to destroy the reputation of the White Fang and turn them into monsters.

Her smile warms his aching heart as he looks at her. "Yeah...no good stowaway." She softly says as she remembers back to that day.

"Those were the days...when the biggest threat was just some asshole with a hat." Sun remembers, since they were the second group of people to actually engage in combat against Torchwick. The first was Ruby, and then Blake and Sun challenged him at the docks before Penny showed up and wrecked the place with her power.

"In comparison to everything I kinda miss him; at least we could handle him." Blake says with a sigh, looking down at the floor. "Now we're fighting an enemy that can just...disguise itself as people we know...even ourselves...and destroy everything we worked to achieve in half an hour." Blake says with a stammer in her voice, clearly thinking about what Vir Nominis Umbra has managed to achieve. Sun can tell whenever she has something on her mind, perhaps even faster than knowing what he is thinking about before he even speaks.

Then again...

It's unlikely he ever thinks that far ahead.

"You still thinking about Umbra?" Sun asks her, sitting up slightly as he looks at her, her eyes looking at some of the scars he has collected on his bare chest from fighting this godforsaken war. Even the one on his shoulder where Ilia stabbed him with her Dust Charged Whip and the scars up his back where Fear slashed his claws across him.

"I can't stop, Sun...If he could do that...then why hasn't he just made us all look like monsters?" Blake questions with confusion.

"I don't know...maybe because that would be too easy. Oscar told us some of the stuff that he told him – he has made it pretty clear that he does this because he enjoys it." Sun explains, which does not really bring much comfort to their souls. Blake looks sadly down at the floor, she looked up to Sienna like an Aunt, she was a great friend to the Belladonna Family, and now she will go down in history as the one that murdered her unless they stop him and set all this right.