... eating my wings to make me tame
“Neo where the hell are you?! We were supposed to be leaving for Atlas--”
Neo’s eyes tore away from the message on her scroll as she regarded back to the scene before her with a lump in her throat. One might call that ‘to have one’s heart beat into their throat’, but Neo recognized it better as bile threatening to wash into her mouth. To say the scene before her was sickening was a gross understatement...
Neo was no stranger to torture. Under Roman’s guidance, she’s seen things enacted unto other people that no person should ever have to witness. This was something else, though... To see one exacting this sort of measure unto themselves was appalling; it was worse than anything Neo has witnessed thusfar. Perhaps what made it so... stomach turning was the exact identity of the one doing it; Blake Belladonna... A name synonymous with those that stood against the fall of beacon and, as word has gotten around, Adam Taurus himself.
Neo’s hand clenched around her umbrella’s hilt; shaking. She knew what was wrong with this scene... what made her stomach churn with horror. Everything about this was so very wrong. This wasn’t like the faunus at all... This wasn’t anything like any one of that group of huntresses. This sort of weakness... she could expect it from some ordinary man who’s lost everything in the slums somewhere, but not from her, of all people...
Neo stepped out of hiding. She made no effort to mask her entrance either, into the small clearing where Blake had done her deed. As she did, she silenced her scroll and tucked it away; Cinder could wait...