A/N Trigger warning; high amounts of violence, do not read if sensitive to violent things. You have been warned.

I quickly began to calm, and slowly came to the realisation of my actions. 'I killed Cinder...' I thought as I turned, looking towards the forest. Everyone was standing there, staring at me, probably thinking what a monster I was for killing someone. I turned to my left and ran. I didn't want any of them to be associated with me. I ran as hard as I could, not thinking about what Slash was saying to me, his words were just static in my ears. My legs were pounding hard, and I then tripped over a root. My face landed into the mud, and I didn't want to move. "You're a failure," said a voice. I got onto my hands and knees and looked around. "Who's there?," I said into the still forest. "I am," the voice had come from a tree, a massive one, I wouldn't be able to put my arms around it. "Why would you say that to me?" I asked it, hoping for some reason other than what came to mind. "You killed, when he wouldn't have wanted it that way." It seemed to look down disapprovingly at me. That's what come to my mind, that one thought, "You shouldn't have killed her," is what he would say. I slammed my fist into the ground, and started to cry. I finally grasped the situation of Ozpin dying, and I wasn't able to properly mourn him, or bury him. He wouldn't get his proper burial, that of a true warrior, but he was cremated, almost instantly. He was dead, and I could do nothing, but kill, something that he wouldn't have wished for me to do. I am weak, a failure, the scum of Beacon Academy. It began to rain, almost as if the sky were pitying me... I hated the feeling that it was right. My body began to go numb, the feeling was quick, and I couldn't feel anything, accept the emotions, thoroughly racking my body with pain. I was being lifted by someone, and I saw my body go slack, almost as if it were dead. I tried moving my body, but it was too numb to do anything. After a few minutes, it tossed me on the ground, and I could see who it was, Mercury Black. He looked down on me, a smirk plastered to his face, "So, the fire has died down, no longer wishing to burn?" Roman stepped into my line of sight, "That's my line, Skechers." Mercury scowled at Roman, and then kicked me. I couldn't do anything to stop him, and I didn't even feel the force of the kick, it just went into dead flesh. "Why don't you do anything, a groan of pain, cough up a little blood, but you don't do anything, what's wrong with this doll." He smirked and continued kicking me. Roman took a step over to my arm, placing his foot onto it, and set his cane on my wrist. "Now then, Flashlight, what can I do to you..." he pulled the trigger, and my hand flew away from my arm, and a howl escaped my throat. He started to laugh sadistically. He took a step on my chest to get over to my other arm, and repeated the process, without the painful one-liner. He did the blasts onto my other joints. Ankles, elbows, knees, shoulders, and my hips, whatever those connecting points are called. Each time, a howl escaped my throat, the next, always more painful than the last. He finally stood on my chest, both feet firmly planted. His heels dug into my rib-cage, 'Is he wearing high-heels?' He placed his cane to my throat, "Time for the last coal to burn out." I scoffed as he was about to pull the trigger, "What?" He asked as he took his finger away from it. "At least end my life on a better one-liner." A chuckle escaped his lips, "Alright, give me a second." He put his other hand to his chin, and gained a thoughtful look on his face. An "aha" look came across his face, "Time to stoke the flames of death." I gave him a nod, and he pulled the trigger. My head left my body almost instantly, and it was sent quite a bit aways. My eyes glazed over, and I felt the feeling of leaving my body, but this one was to be permanent.

~few hours later~
Or at least meant to be. There I was, lying on the ground, at death's door. My team was strewn about me, entire limbs and chunks, missing. When I looked up, I saw someone smiling and someone frowning. The one smiling, gleefully said "Oh, this one still has a bit of fight in him... fufufu." The one frowning said, "Is this really the end for you, An Arc Ist Jr." I spat at him, somehow, "How do you know my real name, and about that myth? No one except my family knows about that." His frown turned into a smile for a second, returnig to his frown, "Me? No one important, but something you should know, your story doesn't actually end here. For you, this is not the end of the beginning. Go out, and change the world, son." He said it as if it were a matter of fact that I was his son. I tried to say something, but everything went white.

~To be continued~
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The Despair - "Burning the Candle" by Jeff Williams & Alex Graham