A/N: Alright so interlude with some foreshadowed plot, (why I'm posting it so soon). I know all of you are probably gonna be pissed with me, but you're going to have to wait on the resolution of the Ruby-Weiss-Pyrrha 'triangle.' Instead I begin to explain what really happened to Weiss. So yeah, y'all will just have to wait till next week to see more of the air-headed and tsundere couple to be.

Chapter 14: Where Beacon's light Can not Reach

"She never came back, you know."

"Shut up-"

"I honestly don't blame her, who would?"

"You aren't real."

"heh, you wish. Honestly though, jumping ship when she heard the news? I thought she was different."

"Don't you dare talk about her that way!" Weiss finally broke. Three hours of hearing 'herself' condemn Ruby had gotten to her, withering away her resolve to ignore the imp within her nightmarish dreamland.

"Two hours less than yesterday, what did I strike a nerve?" 'Weiss' was playfully twirling her jet black hair as she slumped over the mirrored vanity.

From what she could tell, Weiss was dreaming. Why it was so livid, repetitive, and hellbent on demeaning anything that brought the young huntress any speck of happiness was beyond her, but it was a probably around three in the morning at beacon, and the moonlight chapel was definitely a creation of her subconscious. And that damned song! As if in mockery, Weiss' own composition was playing out of some kind of antique recording device, the reflection had referred to it as a 'gramophone' though its name was mostly irrelevant.

Tell me who's the loneliest off all.

The white haired huntress' eyes widened in realization for a brief moment before settling into pointed daggers, glaring at the reflective flat surface of a looking glass. Her black haired mirror smiled back innocently despite the blood steadily pouring from the gash trailing down from above her 'eye.'

"What, don't like what you see? you're only looking through the mirror."

"Who are you; no, what are you?" The anger had left Weiss, leaving only the biting cold edge of her emotionless voice to ring out through the empty halls.

"I thought you'd never notice! I'm you, well what's left of 'you.' Now let me fix this, we don't have anymore time on your self pity festival." This isn't right, This girl isn't me, That Weiss is gone, Ever since father met Pyrrha...no, Winter found out...no, Ruby– Weiss felt a searing pain tear through her head, and fell to one knee. As she raised her head, her 'reflection' seemed to shrink, despite aging rapidly. Soon after, black began to fill the edges of her vision as the pain tore deeper at her consciousness, numbing her with each passing second.

A moment passes before she feels the hilt of her blade in her hand. Rising to her feet, she gripped her blade in both hands. Was it always this heavy? Of course it was, it feels exactly as it should.

Empty eyes locked onto the small Weiss at her feet. Hardened, cold, orbs radiated back, though its face was remorseful; it was pitying her. The reflection's expression briefly flashed concern as she made some kind of handspring dodge, narrowly avoiding Weiss' overhead swing with her blade.

Mirror, Tell me something. As her blade impacted with the ground, the reflection readied it's thin, silver rapier, and quite literally rocketed toward her. Weiss raised her blade to block the speeding bullet; the impact of the blades throwing the shrunken reflection into the air. It must have expected it though, as the figure gracefully landed behind her, shooting off again before her blade could meet its target. Appearing once again behind her, Weiss couldn't turn to face the figure before it lashed out in a series of stabs.

If it weren't for the Armor, she probably would've taken actual damage; instead, she simply shrugged it off and swung her blade at the small figure. In the moment the figure was flying backward, she readied herself, knowing full well it was faster than her, but lacked the strength to truly damage her.

Jumping into the air she swung her blade, intent on the unsuspecting nuisance, which narrowly avoided the strike with a cartwheel motion. A backflip to avoid the rising blade, but luck ran out as a massive blade collided with the rapier held out defensively.

Fear of what's inside me. The miniature girl rolled onto her feet, and made a swift hand gesture before a circle of light threw her forward. Ducking under a horizontal sweep, she sped past a crushing vertical strike. She then seemed to flicker backward before suddenly appearing in the air, striking against the armor again. This time, aiming for joints, quickly and effectively.

Tell me, can a heart be turned to stone? After a quick bout of strikes the girl slipped up. Landing on another circle of light, she launched herself up slightly to dodge a second horizontal swing, only to be launched back by a full metal gauntlet. Skidding to a stop, the girl laid motionless. A moment passed before she struggled to her feet, a streak of blood trailing her pale scar.

Twisting to hold the blade horizontally at waist level, a red glow began to coat the sleek silver blade. The girl seemed to focus on her rapier, ignoring the blade twice her height being swung at her with enormous strength. Raising her head and rapier at the last moment, a red shockwave was emitted from the glowing trail of the sword. The force connected with and threw the massive blade into the air, only the tight grip of a powerful gauntlet held the blade to the earth.

Mirror, Mirror, what's behind you. With two elegant spins, the girl stabbed the floor, and a wall of ice sprang forth from that point. Not a second latter, she was charging forward, leaping gracefully onto the massive blade as it whipped passed.

Save me from the things I see. A green glow encased the rapier before a pillar of light burst from the ground, prying the blade from an inhumanly powerful grip. I can keep it from the world. As steel cold eyes locked onto shining azure, a pleading voice echoed through the hall. Why won't you let me hide from me?

Anger finding it's way back into hollow eyes, a fist slammed into where a white haired fencer once stood. Mirror, Mirror. Tell me something. Before a reaction could even be considered, an emblem of a falling snowflake flashed in an array of colors before shattering in an explosion under the frozen fist. While airborne, five blue lights found their mark on five separate limbs.

Who's the lonliest of all? Hollow eyes flickered a pale blue as a young woman's voice finally reached previously deaf ears. In the moonlight a striking figure poised, rapier held in preparation. Icy blue reflected between two pairs of eyes, as time stood still.

"I'm the loneliest of all." White runes glowed from the rapier as it pierced through the armor plated chest, as the soul caged within mourned a futile epiphany. Shattering upon the floor, the soul was now free, but with no vessel, quickly faded into oblivion.