SLAD: Broken Lives, Brighter Hopes; Black Trailer

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Hey guys. Not-Vechs here. Welcome back to another episode of SLAD.

Okay, so in all seriousness (Is that possible for me? Apparently not.) I come baring another trailer. This time.... *drum-roll* Sollux's!

This has been finished for about a week... I just didn't post it because lazy.

Note: Sollux is definitely not Blake. Nope. Sollux is a dog. Blake is a cat.

The White Fang hideout in Mistral wasn't a pleasant place at all. It reeked with unspeakable smells, and was packed full of rather... unsavory Faunus. Not to say all Faunus are unsavory, but this bunch was.

The White Fang were a group of Faunus, people with animal traits. They had originally started out as a peace keeping organization, with the mission to be a bridge between humans and Faunus. Though that never happened. The Faunus were still oppressed and discriminated against. In recent years, they had grown violent; a new leader had come to power and made drastic changes. Now, they were labeled almost unanimously as terrorists.

Course, almost all of them thought they were doing the right thing. Almost. A few of them knew it was wrong. Blake Belladonna and Sollux Captor being two of them.

Sollux sighed as he thought about the last few years. He had made a name for himself before he encountered the White Fang. He'd become a bit of a mercenary. Gangs like BDub's in Vale and others made use of his skills fairly often to... Take care of other gang's more troubling members. Then the White Fang's leadership changed and they became more militant. They tracked him down, and when he wouldn't join up, they kidnapped him. They refined his skills, yes, but at the same time he had developed a case of Stockholm's Syndrome; feeling attachment or even love for one's captors.

And so he had worked with them for years. They trained out emotions, taught him to never make many friends. Friends and emotions, they said, are weaknesses. They can be used against you.

It had taken one specific order, on one specific day, to break his conditioning.

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"Sollux! Get over here!" called Sol's superior officer. They had just broken into a Dust shop in downtown Mistral. There had been a few people inside, which were easily subdued. Sollux dropped the box he was carrying--not the brightest move when you're hauling around a highly reactive substance--and walked over.

"Yes sir?" He said saluting. He couldn't see through his superior's mask, but he could guess there was a scowl on that face.

"We're done here. We're moving on." He said. "I need you to... take care of the witnesses."

Sollux looked shocked. "Sir?" He asked questioningly. "It's one thing to knock off a Schnee, but these people are innocent!"

The superior definitely had a scowl on his face now. His mouth was pulled down into a frown. "Are you questioning my orders, Captor?" His hand was slowly dropping to his belt, where a pistol hung.

Sollux took note of that. His hand went--slightly less than subtly--to his own weapon. He took a quick count of the other White Fang in the room. Two, plus his superior. "Yes Sir, I am." He pulled Longshot, his claymore and sniper rifle, from it's sheath, and in the same movement, slashed at the man in front of him. The Fang went flying back and hit the wall.

The other two in the room took notice. Sollux spun around and ripped off his mask. "You want some too?" They looked at each other for a minute, then drew their weapons and took aim. He rolled his eyes and waved his hands at them, his hand and their eyes glowing black for a moment. He had used his Semblance on them. They dropped their weapons to the floor and looked around confused. He knew it wouldn't last long, however.

Sollux ran to where the hostages were tied up. "Don't move." He said, before making a few surgical strikes with his sword to cut his bonds. "Run. Go!" He said. The humans ran out and down the street. The police were already out front. "Not going out that way..." He switched Longshot into rifle form and charged towards the back door, firing once at the lock so he could just charge through.

He hit the door at full speed, which basically just ripped the hinges from the doorjam. He and the door hit the wall on the opposite side of the alley, and he immediately started running towards the end of it. He hit the street and just ran. He had to get away from here... The Fang would never let him go.

And while he wore these clothes, neither would the police...

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Sollux sat in the alleyway panting. He'd been running around Mistral all day trying to avoid police and White Fang alike. Now he was camped behind a clothing store after dark.

"Hope you've got my size in stock." He said to no one in particular as he shot the lock.

He looked around for something like an hour. He finally decided on a black t-shirt, with black jeans and black shoes. He was about to walk out, but stopped. He sighed. "I wish this hadn't happened... God I hate being a Faunus." He turned around and grabbed a fedora and put it on, covering his wolf ears. "Good enough for now..."

Again he almost walked out. He was angry at the Fang for being criminals, yet here he was stealing from a clothes store. He wrote a note apologizing for the lock, and left enough Lien to pay for the clothes and the lock.

He finally did leave. He knew where he was going.

To Vale. To Beacon Academy. He was going to become a Hunter.

He had much to atone for. It was a starting point.