RWBY: Malefic Rising

Chapter Four: Found it

Yang stirred faintly awakened by the sun's light. The slight scent of sweet broth surrounded Yang enticing her to finally open her eyes and see where it came from. Blake was kneeling down stirring a pot above the fire. Ruby was gently placing wood underneath the pot. Weiss, laying still, had yet to awaken.

Yang got up and walked over to her teammates. Ruby looked up and giggled with a smile. "Have a good sleep Yang?" Her hair must have been extremely chaotic because when Ruby noticed her she could barely contain her laughter.
"Ha ha very funny Sis." Yang said as she sat down next to her black adorned Friend. "How'd you sleep Blake?"
Her teammate remained silent, continuing to stare into the broth she was stirring. She was obviously still very distressed. Yang gently took a hold of her friend's hand and held it still.
"We'll be alright Blake." She leaned over, giving her friend a comforting embrace. "I swear we'll make it back."
Blake looked up, wiping a tear from her eye. A small smile came across her face and she continued to add herbs to the pot. A few moments passed before she spoke. "Thanks."

They were on the move again. Blake led them flawlessly through the thick forest never loosing her way. Suddenly Blake stopped. "This isn't right. We should have seen someone by now." As she looked around the only sign of life was the constant drumming of insects among the trees. "Where are their scouts?" Blake walked silently further signaling that the others stay back.
She crossed a short distance and froze. A gasp was heard and she tried to look away from the gorge below.

The Yang ran up to her comrade "What is it Blake? What's wron-" Yang's mouth dropped. There are so many of them! Puddles of red had been tossed about like the very sky had rained it. The entire elevation was covered in dismembered torsos, mutilated arms, legs torn from their sockets, and severed heads whose faces were contorted into screams that could no longer be heard. Yang closed her eyes only to open them again. Sitting in the middle of it all was a silver suitcase. Though smothered in blood an insignia was still discernible, the "Schnee Dust Company".