Reaper's War

Chapter 4: Red Tinged Silver

A/N: Heeeey guyyys. Sorry that this is a week late. Those of you who are on tumblr or the discord server will know that I somehow lost the original chapter I'd written up. So I had to rewrite the entire thing. But alas, I did and here it is.
I have a surprise for you all at the end as well. Some of you will know what it is and most of you won't.

But without further ado, here's chapter 4. Enjoy!

It had been three months since the facility incident, not that Yang could remember much of it. Or anything really. Well, the blonde did remember some things now, mostly her combat training, her Dad and Uncle Qrow and parts of her childhood. Countless memories were vague and fuzzy for her childhood. She tried not to let it bother her too much but in reality, it frustrated her to no end.

Most of the time, she was only ever given flashes of random images, always being so vague they confused and aggravated her. Some were of red tinged silver eyes and a red cloak, others were of white hair or black cat ears.

Yang had an inkling that these random visions were parts of memories she was supposed to remember, that they were of people she should know, like they were family of some sort. No matter how much the blonde tried to force the memories to come to her, they wouldn't budge and always just gave her a headache instead.

In the last three months, Yang had gone from being in an Atlasien Hospital to being placed in a secure rehabilitation centre for the countless victims of Jacques Schnee's power hungry endeavours. The blonde had been told of the events but even then it was only small things.
Nothing of her friends were mentioned, just that she herself had helped to stop the plans of world domination. High ranking Atlas Military personnel had also told her she'd been gravely injured in the facility. Everything they told her, Yang knew it wasn't the whole truth.

Considering it was Jacques' eldest daughter that had told the blonde of the facility incident and some of what had happened, she still didn't trust anything that was said. Not with the flashes and visions of silver eyes and a Grimm hand protruding from her stomach. It didn't surprise Yang that a Schnee would lie, especially when related to Jacques'.

As that last thought crossed her mind, she frowned, somehow knowing that it wasn't the whole Schnee family to blame for one's misgivings.

Dismissing the ugly thoughts entirely, she sighed and stood from her bed, walked over to the barred windows and looked out. There wasn't much to see, just other buildings and snow. It was like she was in prison, not a rehab center with the amount of rules and the totally unfair curfew.

Watching the snow drift lazily past the window, Yang became lost in thought once more, thinking of the red tinged silver eyes that haunted her every waking moment and every nightmare.

Every time the blonde asked her Dad about silver eyes and a red cloak, he deflected with a sad look in his eyes by either changing the subject or announcing he had something to do. Yang was beginning to think no one wanted her to know the truth, to know who the person was with silver eyes. It was so frustrating.

Ever since arriving in the rehab centre, Yang had opted into staying in her assigned room after causing a doctor some not so nice injuries when he'd grabbed her the wrong way. She didn't want to hurt anyone else that didn't deserve it.

A knock on the door broke the blonde out of her thoughts, the door slowly opening to reveal a nurse.

"Yang? Your father called and told us to tell you he can't make it today. He said he's sorry and that a big job has come up he can't refuse." The nurse announced, not quite looking into Yang's crimson gaze.

"Okay. Do you happen to know what the job is?" The blonde inquires, tilting her head to the side slightly.

The nurse hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not it was a good idea that the younger girl know. Finally, she decided what to answer with. "I think it has something to do with the murders of four huntsmen deep in the forests."