Yang's eyes flicked open, and instantly she felt that something was odd. Something was very different than it had been a few moments ago, but she couldn't quite place it. Though she didn't know if she was lying down or not, she tried to sit up, and found that there was something over her. It wasn't like a blanket, but wrapped around her like a sleeping bag. It wasn't a sleeping bag, though; it was a strange, rubbery material.

Her dazed mind struggled to assign a name to the thing. There was a zipper in front of her face, and she reached for it, hoping it would offer some answers. The tab wasn't facing her, and her fingers simply brushed past the smooth surface.

She stared for a few moments, puzzled, before something else in her brain started to wake up. If she couldn't unzip it, she could simply break it.

Her fist moved forward nearly faster than she had meant to send it, and punctured the rubber with ease. Cool air rushed into her small space, and it awoke her senses even more.

What was she doing here? The last thing she could remember was Ruby descending on her like a vulture. She had been dead, and now she wasn't. What was going on?

She ripped the rubber further, and felt harsh light meet her eyes. She squinted, but found that her eyes were quick to adjust. The bag fell away, and she sat up completely.

She was sitting on a flat metal table, clear of anything except for the bag she had been put it. She was also aware now of the fact that she was completely naked. Her clothes were nowhere nearby, so she tried not to let it bother her too much. A small rolling table next to her own sterile slab bore an array of scalpels, forceps, and other, more unpleasant things that she had never had the opportunity to use on a frog. When she saw things that looked like they belonged in a mechanic's shop, she looked down at herself, making sure that she wasn't missing anything.

Fortunately enough, it seemed that she still had everything she needed, and she took a deep breath. Keeping a cool head was a necessity, and something that she was good at. Her legs slid over the side of the table, and met with the tiled floor. It was cold, but it didn't shock her like it should've. She didn't pay it much mind, instead deciding to simply roll with the punches and take what she could get.

Her legs felt shaky beneath her, but there was also an odd strength that she hadn't felt before, like there was now something more than simple muscle and sinew. she was stronger, and she didn't know why. She didn't know how long she had been in that bag, but she would think that any amount of time would make her weaker, not stronger.

Her mind was starting to come back in full now, and she looked around with a new eye. The tables all looked a little too sterile, and there was a wall of what looked like large metal cubbies or shelves. She was starting to get a better idea of what the place was, but why she had been put there was still a mystery. She was still very much alive. At least, she felt alive.

She spied a door near the far wall, and started to walk towards it. There was certainly something different now than there had been, but she couldn't place it just yet. Her body moved easier, and it seemed like she was more graceful; something she had never even in her wildest dreams been able to pull off.

She kept an eye out for her clothes, and as she got closer to the door, she saw a drawer that looked suspect by the door. She stepped over and examined it closer, hoping that she would find something of hers. The drawer was marked "personal effects" and as Yang reached for it, she found that it was locked.

She straightened up and sighed, looking around the room. The chances that the keys were somewhere in the room were slim, and she knew it would probably be a waste of time to test them. Why would someone just leave those lying around? She would have to find another way to get out. Or make it, if she had to. The cabinet didn't seem that strong, and she felt more than well enough to put a hole in it bigger than the hole in the bag.

After a few seconds of consideration, she decided she would try to just pry the thing open. Sure, Blake would probably find something around the room to pick the lock, and Weiss would probably find or wait for someone to ask what was going on, but she wasn't either of them. She could make her own way.

Her fingers wrapped around the handle, and the other braced on the top of it. Her body strained, and she saw for only a short second her muscles pull before the drawer gave a pained squeak and the drawer jerked out of the rest. Pieces of the lock trailed behind it, shattered into many tiny pieces, falling to the floor and making a few small noises. Yang smiled, a little joy coming from the strength she found in herself.

Not dead quite yet.

It did raise the question of why she was here, though. Someone had thought she was dead. In fact, if she had been in a body bag, multiple people had probably thought she was dead. She put a hand to her neck, reaffirming that she was alive. Her fingers pressed into the spot she knew her artery ran, and she waited for a pulse. And waited. And waited.

Nothing was forthcoming. No blood pushed its way through her neck, at least not there. She switched to the other side of her neck, and waited again. Still, nothing happened.

She was starting to get worried now; perhaps there was something wrong with her. But she certainly wasn't dead. She wouldn't be up and walking around if she was dead. She couldn't possibly be dead.

Now worried, she tried her wrist. No pulse there. She tried her other wrist, and got the same thing. Even putting a hand to her chest and pressing as hard as she could didn't reveal a single beat. She didn't know what to do. Try to resuscitate herself? She didn't think you could even do that, and even if she could, would it do anything? She felt fine, or as well as you can expect after having woken up in a morgue, and finding out that her heart was not beating.

She drew in a shaky breath, trying to clear her head. It didn't matter. All that she needed to do was get out, and find Ruby. Something was definitely wrong with her, and there was a chance that she had it now too. Of course, finding her clothes was also a concern.

She looked back to where the drawer had fallen, and knelt over to see if it held them.

Her clothes were not, but Ember Celica was, among a few other random things, probably belonging to some of the other "residents"; and she was grateful for that. She put the gauntlets aside for the moments, opting to wait and see if her clothes were anywhere to be found. Putting those on would be much harder if she had to get her sleeves over her gauntlets.

The next drawer came off as easily as the first, and in it she did find a few of her clothes. Her undergarments and shorts. It wasn't much, but she would gladly take it. She had thought about walking around nude before, but now wasn't the time. She had to find Ruby. If she was still at Beacon, she could have done what she had done to Yang to any number of people. No one was safe while she was nearby. Then Yang could find some way to help her.

The next drawer held the rest of her clothes, and she slipped into them as quickly as she could. After that, she put Ember Celica on, and turned back towards the door. She hadn't tried to open the door yet, but it was a pretty safe bet it was locked too. She curled her fingers, and threw a fist at the door with all the strength she could muster.

It was more than she was used to, and the door flew from the wall, its hinges shattered and a large fist-shaped dent at about head height. The metal clattered to the floor, and Yang moved through, eager to get to Ruby.

What she found as she rushed forwards was a boring looking office environment that quickly turned into a front desk, and a door to the outside. The lights were off, but Yang found that she had no trouble making out even vague shapes in the darkness. The light of streetlamps from outside streamed in through the windows, and Yang knew that was where she had to go. She leaped over the front desk, and continued towards the door, not slowing down. Instead, she only lowered her shoulder, and kept running.

The wooden door splintered beneath her force, and Yang continued to move. As the night air filled her lungs, the high-pitch ringing of an alarm bell tore through what Yang was sure had been an otherwise quiet night. She dug her heels into the paved sidewalk, realizing that she was about to go barreling into the street. The sound of concrete against her shoes was loud, but better than that of being hit by a car.

Her caution was for nothing, though, as it seemed that there was not a single soul out. Every window was dark, every street was empty, and as far as she could tell, she was alone.

That was good, because her clothes had a rather large amount of blood covering them, and would convince any onlooker that she was in dire need of assistance. She didn't need help, though, she just needed her sister.

It took a few seconds to find her bearings and figure out where she was, but as soon as she had, she took off, sprinting towards Beacon. As she ran, she found that she didn't tire out as fast as she had expected to. Her legs kept pumping, and her lungs never seemed to get exhausted. More anomalous strength, but she wasn't about to complain.

It took several minutes before she finally reached the base of Beacon Cliff. The climb up the staircase was much easier than it normally was, with her being able to bound up four whole steps at a time the whole way. The few clouds in the sky did little to block the full moon's light. It's glow created a silhouette over the towers and buildings of Beacon. As she took in the sight a small chill went down her spin, like something ominous was about to happen. She shook it off as just nerves though, and pressed forward intent to find Ruby.

The campus was just as dead and barren as the rest of the city, not a single office or room light on. Yang slowed to a walk now, trying to tell what the source of her threatened sense was.

The first thing that she became aware of was how much more vivid everything seemed. The night was not as empty as she had first thought, and as she stopped to see, its contents became apparent.

The noises of insects buzzing around lights, even those twenty feet away, were clear and sharp. The lamps themselves also seemed different, flickering faster than Yang could ever hope to count. Wind drifted lazily past, she could feel it on the back of her neck and against her arms, but it wasn't enough to even move her hair. It was the lightest breeze she had ever felt, and it didn't seem to fade away like others did.

The air was different. There were smells now that she had never picked up on, and that she was sure belonged to people who had walked here hours earlier. Even the taste of the air was different, in a bizarre way that she couldn't even explain to herself.

She let her tongue roll out, and tried to taste the air more. Instead, the thing that grabbed her attention was the sharp point that touched against the bottom of her tongue. She was surprised at first, then put her fingers to her mouth. Was it what she thought it was? The same that Ruby had had?

Her fingers touched her teeth, and she found that they were much longer than they were supposed to be, and much sharper as well. Almost as sharp as the head of a needle.

She didn't know what to think. Should she panic?

She put a hand to her head, pressing her fingers into her temple. She just had to calm down. That was all. She needed to get back to her dorm room and warn her friends about the danger that Ruby posed.

She continued walking, doing her best to ignore the changes to her body. She knew the way to the room easily, but everything seemed different with her new senses. The path that she had walked hundreds of times before seemed so much more vivid. Everything did.

When she got to the dorm building, she found the door locked. You needed your scroll to get in, as well as to unlock the room itself. She reached for the pocket that she normally carried it in, but found that it wasn't there. She cursed to herself, putting a hand to her head, trying to think of some way she could get it, before she remembered that there was another way in.

She had never been entirely sure how Sun had managed to climb the tree outside their window, it was little more than a twig by the time it reached the height of their room, but if Neptune could do it, she could too.

She took a step towards the tree, looking its trunk over for anything she could hold on to. There didn't seem to be so much as a single handhold. She looked back up at the window, and decided that she didn't have much of a choice. Her arms wrapped awkwardly around the trunk, and she started to shimmy up. It was slow at first, but she started to make faster progress as she went up. She squeezed harder on the tree, and felt it start to narrow. Then, as she tried to go as fast as she could, the wood snapped.

The sound was loud to her, but probably not enough to wake anyone sleeping in the building. The top half of the tree toppled over, and she went with it. Her arms tightened further by reaction, and the wood cracked again, splitting in her grip.

The whole collection of body and bark hit the paved ground, and she felt the wind knocked out of her lungs. This didn't seem to be quite the inconvenience that it used to be, and she got back to her feet, hissing through her teeth, annoyed.

That was a problem. If she couldn't climb up, she had precious few other options. She could break the doors down, but that would inevitably wake more than a few people up, and they would come running. There had to be some other way, but what?

she gave a frustrated little laugh to herself. She could try jumping. A fall from almost two stories hadn't phased her at all, and it seemed like she was getting stronger by the second. Maybe she really could manage something like that. She walked over to the side of the building again, stepping past the stump of the tree, and looked up at their window. Four floors up. It was probably more than a little optimistic, but she might as well try.

She bent her legs, and took a deep breath. It was probably a bad idea, but that hadn't stopped her before.

She leapt as high as she could, throwing her arms up with her, trying to get as much momentum as she could. She had to slap her hands over her mouth to stop herself from shouting as she rocketed off the ground, air rushing past her as she rapidly gained height.

She reached the top of her arc, and felt her body start to slow as gravity dragged her back down. Her eyes flicked back to her window, and she reached out in hopes of grabbing it, but she had barely gotten past the third story.

She fell back to the ground, and found that in her sudden shock at her jumping ability had made her control over herself midair virtually nonexistent. Her body twisted as she tried to get her feet under her, but there wasn't enough time. She hit the ground again, back flat and spine tingling from the impact. She was sure that she had hit her head, but beyond another breath being forced out of her chest, she felt nothing. No pain, and no disorientation.

She sat up, looking herself over with a suspicious look. it wasn't a long enough fall to do any serious damage, but she at least expected something. A slight headache, some confusion, anything really.

She stood again, now quite liking some aspects of her new state. It seemed she was much more durable now. She still hadn't gotten to her room though, but she could try again. Her body was more than capable of another try.

She readied herself, and made another leap off the ground. This time she was ready, and managed to stay upright the whole time. She stretched her arms as far as she could, but still came a few feet short.

Her feet hit the ground again, lighter than the last two times, and she gritted her teeth. Only a few feet. Three whole stories didn't mean anything if she couldn't make that last few feet.

She readied herself to jump again, this time preparing her mind as well as her body. She was going to get up to that window, one way or another. Maybe the problem wasn't that her legs weren't strong enough, but that the rest of her was too heavy. She didn't know how she could change that, though, short of cutting a few pieces of herself off. She was still going to try. She'd grown fangs, sprinted half across town without getting tired and jumped nearly thirty feet in the air. Maybe she had some other trick up her sleeves, and just hadn't found it yet.

Her mind raced with the possibilities. There were so many things that she could try; she didn't know where to start. She was already super strong and extra perceptive, but those were slightly boring. Maybe she had something cooler, like laser eyes. The only problem was that she didn't know how to turn her laser eyes on.

She focused on the wall as hard as she could, and tried to imagine cutting through it with nothing but her vision. She kept doing that for a few seconds, before she blinked, and saw that nothing was happening.

She sighed. It was a long shot anyways, and laser vision wouldn't really help her reach her room anyways. What would help with that was being able to walk through walls.

A smile crossed her face, and she started to walks towards the wall, thinking of how she might be able to pass through it. She wasn't a ghost, but maybe she could go through walls like one. She tried to think of how she could simply walk through the solid wall. She stepped forward, hopeful, and closed her eyes as she approached.

The building collided with her nose first, and the rest of her body followed. She felt her body flatten against the wall, and she staggered back.

Right. Maybe that had been a little wishful. As much as she would love to phase through solid objects, she would probably fall through the ground at some point anyways, if she could do something like that. She wondered what that would be like. Would she actually fall all the way to the center of the earth?

She shook her head again. It didn't matter. She had to focus. If she could get to her window, she could warn her friends. Things would get better from there.

Maybe jumping was her best bet. It was the only thing that she knew she could do for sure. She just had to jump higher. It probably wasn't going to be easy, but she was going to get in, one way or another.

It was only a few seconds before she was by the side of the building again, getting ready to try. If she could just get a little more height, she'd be able to grab a hold of the windowsill and pull herself up.

She jumped again, trying her hardest to imagine being pushed further into the air. It seemed more like something Ruby would try, but there was no harm in giving it a shot. She rose, and her eyes widened as she actually felt herself move farther than she had before, as though gravity wasn't even fighting against her. The window came closer, and she reached out, grabbing for the sill.

She managed to wrap her fingers around it, and pulled herself towards it. Her body moved easily, and as she got closer she tried to bring her feet up with her.

She couldn't feel her legs at all. At first she thought she had simply found her new limit, then she looked down, and had to try very hard not to scream.

They were completely gone. In their place, there was what looked like a thick mist, a color that Yang might've thought of as ugly if she didn't have her new eyes. There were shades that she had never seen before, and that she didn't know how to process. It was dark, and seemed to shift quickly from color to color almost faster than she could see.

As her mind lost focus on getting to the window, the mist pulled back in towards her, and seemed to reform into her legs.

She stared down, feeling a sudden heavy pressure as her flesh returned to her. It didn't hurt, but it was definitely an uncomfortable sensation. It was still hard to resist making some noise, but she did her best to keep her mouth shut. She finished climbing up, and tried to calm down.

So there were some weirder sides to her new abilities. That was fine, she had to make sure she remembered that she could do that. She would try controlling it more sometime soon, when she had the opportunity.

She turned, and tried to peek in through the glass. It was easy to see in, but what she saw worried her. The beds were empty, but the rest of the room looked almost like it always did. There were a few large bloodstains on the floor that she knew she recognized as having come from her own struggle with her sister.

She needed to get in and look around. There was no way that they would just be gone, and there was no reason they would be out so late otherwise. She opened the window, and managed to slip inside without too much trouble.

Instantly she felt that something was off. Some small part of her mind was insisting that something was not right, but she couldn't tell what it was. She stepped in onto the dresser in front of the window, then down onto the floor. It was almost eerily quiet, devoid of anything that she usually heard, like the breathing of her friends.

There was no one there. She walked in further, and let her eyes roam freely. Nothing seemed disturbed or in disarray, in fact it almost seemed cleaner than the last time Yang had been there. Unless Weiss had somehow gotten to them, there was no way that the room would've been cleaned like that. Especially not with the blood on the floor. There was no way that would be hidden from them. Ruby would've had to do some incredible lying to make them think that was no big deal.

She continued walking through the room, doing her best to stay quiet. The beds looked neatly made, there was no trash on the ground, the desk by the door was ordered well, the room couldn't possibly look better, except for the blood on the floor.

She walked over to the bathroom, figuring that being thorough in her search was a good idea. The door opened, and the dark interior was easily visible to her superior eyes. It, just like everything else, was spotless. None of the things that normally sat by the sinks were still there, toothbrushes and other things. None except her own, anyways.

She sighed. What happened to her friends? She was worried about them.

She walked over to the shower stalls, thinking.

Ruby had attacked her, but her sister would never do something like that voluntarily. They loved each other so much that she couldn't just lash out and do that. Something must've forced her hand. Maybe it was a one time thing. She just needed one person, and Yang was unfortunately the one closest when that need grew too large.

Of course, that would mean that Yang would probably feel those urges too, soon. It seemed like she was becoming more like whatever had happened to Ruby.

That wasn't a good thought. She remembered her sister's face as she attacked her. It hadn't really been her sister. Not in mind, at least. That was why she had to find a way to help her.

The sound of the door opening made Yang look back, and she saw light falling into the room from the hall. She should have heard anyone approaching from the hall.

Hope flared in her chest. Maybe it was Ruby, and the rest of her friends, coming back from wherever they had been. Yang's body moved faster than she could stop it, practically a blur as she moved into the light, a huge smile on her face. She was ready to put everything behind them, and simply find her help.

What greeted her was not Ruby.

It was Professor Ozpin, and he did not look happy.

Author's note:

Leivve is to thank that a second chapter happened, and has convinced me to keep going on what was supposed to just be a little oneshot.

So of course, tell me what you think. Leivve had a lot of input here, and I think he did a fantastic job. Thanks Leivve!