In a hellhole like Vale, power means everything. Those who have power stand high above those who are without, pressing boots down on the backs of the weak until they break in whatever way those above them desire.
In order to maintain power each Mafia family has an enforcer, a second in command that acts not only as an advisor but the main muscle behind the family. They are chosen for their strength, wits, and utter loyalty to the family head.
For the Rose Family the enforcer is Yang Xiao Long, a woman so feared for her physical abilities that even more heavily armed enemies would flee at the sight of her with nothing but her fists. It is rumored that she is a child of the previous family head by way of his own former enforcer, but these rumors are only spoken in private, as no one wishes to call down the ire of the family heads upon them.
The Juniper Collective has Pyrrha Nikos, a former world known assassin who one day just dropped her old life to act as the enforcer for the group. Her kill count is unknown, but it is rumored to have at least three digits if not more, and despite the efforts of law enforcement around the world there are no links back to her. She is said to be trained in almost every weapon imaginable, and in a fight it is said she becomes a pure instrument of violence.
The Ash Corporation is known to hire entire mercenary armies, but there is only one person among their ranks who is as known and feared as the previous two. And perhaps even more so then that. Neo, at least that is the name that people have given to her. Some say that she was raised from birth to be a killer, some say she was a mental patient turned serial killer. Even more say however that she is an actual demon summoned from hell to kill as many people as possible in the most twisted ways she can.
No one knows what would happen if these three came to face each other. Most hope that it would never happen, afraid that a war between the three of them would leave the city in ruin.
Yang sighed and turned off the t.v., laying back on the bed and looking up toward the ceiling. She had things that needed to be done that day, but if it were up to her she would spend it just relaxing on the nice bed. Of course if she stayed here for too long then someone who knew the person who owned the bed would no doubt come looking for him.
Which reminded her that there was still the small issue of the body she had to take care of. Ever since the bean counters had complained about the cleaning crews she had been forced to handle body disposal herself, which was never as fun as it sounded. Right now the person whose house she was in sat in a bathtub full of acid and other chemicals that were slowly eating away at was once a human body.
Yang almost felt bad for the poor bastard; after all he had just been a reporter going after a scoop, trying to make a living. But he had managed to snap a picture of Ruby with some of the other members of the family, and then had the balls to try and blackmail the Rose family.
She had managed to find him at a bar, and after a few drinks and letting him fire off bad pickup lines they had ended up at his place. They had a bit of fun, only a bit through, not a guy alive who had managed to go beyond that against Yang. After the fun was done she had calmly strangled him to death and started the busy work of making sure the body wouldn't be found. Or at least she had dumped the dead body in the tub and filled it with the chemical mix that the Schnee Company made. It was pure luck that the guy happened to have the same system as Yang, and she never left home without her memory stick. With Blake off to do boring legal stuff through she knew there wasn't much of a point sticking around and dicking around with games.
After quickly checking that the body had fully dissolved over night she carefully pulled the plug she had put over the drain and waited until the liquid soup that had once been a human body was sent down the pipes. She followed the slush with another chemical chaser, something to make sure that any corpse sniffing dogs wouldn't be able to get any smell from the tub.
Once the grunt work had been finished Yang gathered together her supplies and made her exit from the house, carefully locking the door behind her and walking to her motorcycle, parked right where she had left and, unmolested from the previous night. "And now I have the day to myself." Yang smiled brightly, thinking of what she might do with the day off. Before she could get too deep into thought over the matter through her phone went off, signifying that she probably had a new job to take care of.
She quickly looked at her phone and found it was a basic shake up. Some idiot had been supplying weapons to the Triads, trying to help them get a foothold in the city. And the idiot wasn't someone she could just kill and call it a day. Stupid red tape, she was supposed to be a criminal.
But she wasn't doing this for herself, she knew that much already. Yang jumped on her bike and revved it up, pulling away from the house and hitting the road. While she drove through the traffic her mind turned to memories of the past, thinking about the road that had taken her this far.
Yang didn't remember much about her time before she had sworn herself to the Rose family, which was probably for the best. She had been thrown into an orphanage the day she was born, and despite the best working of the sisters there she had grown up to be a terrible demon. She stole, she cursed, and oh did she ever love to fight. She had been kicked out on her ass the second she turned thirteen. Apparently the God that watched over this city wasn't the same one who promoted love and patience, the Sisters believed in a God that would kick out a kid. She never blamed them through, honestly. When she had torched their Church it had only been a matter of them not paying on the bribe.
Once on the street Yang had been faced with a whole new reality, no longer were the Sisters there to give her food or help her wounds. She lived on the streets, stole for food, and of course fought off anyone stupid enough to try and take anything from her. Despite being smaller and younger than her enemies she tore them apart like they were made of paper. Even full grown men came to fear the young women whose only home was the streets and the abandoned buildings.
One night however she was greeted by a man who offered to take her under his wing and teach her how to be a real criminal. It was a bad time in the city's history, and food was harder to come by even for thieves like her. She agreed and the man had initiated her into his own little gang, a group of ten assorted men and women who ran some minor protection gambits and had a few whores. One of the men had suggested pimping out Yang, and after demonstrating why he should learn to keep his mouth shut Yang was accepted in by the others. For a time it was like they were family. They taught her to read, write, count, and of course how to threaten others. By the time she was fifteen she was second in command to the gang. The man who had brought her in was also the first man who taught her about sex. Despite being young Yang found it enjoyable, and put it right under fighting on the list of things she enjoyed doing.
It really was inevitable that they would betray her through. After only a handful of years she was getting more street cred then the rest of the gang put together, and at the first chance they threw her to the wolves. The man who had taken her in, been her first lover, and had acted like a friend to her had smiled as the police dragged her off for position of a firearm and armed robbery.
She was left to rot in the dankest juvenile cell available in Vale, a privately owned prison facility owned by such rich bastard, the Arcangel Corrections Facility. Yang would only later learn that it was actually owned and operated by the Juniper Collective, a place to train future criminals or lock away dangerous elements. She had been firmly placed in the latter category. After all she had been betrayed once, and it was doubtful that any could convince her.
She had spent a full year and some odd months in that hellhole before a visitor had arrived. At first she had almost just told the guards to get stuffed, thinking they were playing with her mind. But after a few minutes she had decided to let them take her, knowing there was nothing she could really do. They had led her to the visiting room where a number of other of the young prisoners would meet with their parents or families for small periods of time. That day however it was empty save for two people. A young girl with black hair, wearing a pretty red and black dress and a tall guard wearing a suit and carrying a weapon on him.
At first Yang had wanted to run, after all the only people who wore suits and carried weapons were government agents or high class gangs, and neither of them seemed the type for a gentle conversation. But for some reason Yang was drawn to the small girl sitting at the table, and allowed herself to be deposited down.
"Um…hi there." The girl across from Yang said shyly, looking down at her feet and shaking nervously.
Yang blinked, unsure what she was supposed to do in this situation. She had never exactly been delicate, and when it came to manners she had about as much skill as a chimp. But she wanted to say something that would make the girl less afraid, less nervous. "Hey, um… so what's up?" she tried to act casual, but it felt weird to her.
The girl looked at her, biting her lip a bit. "My name is Ruby, what's yours?"
"Yang, my name is Yang." She replied.
For a full minute there was nothing but silence, but finally Ruby broke it. "I um… my daddy died recently." She explained, the words not quite sounding natural coming from her youthful voice.
"That sucks." Yang said, trying to say the words in the nicest way possible, imitating the tone the nuns would use whenever they wanted to try and calm her down. Once again she was confused about why she was doing this, but some part of her didn't want to act like her usual self around the girl.
Ruby nodded and continued talking. "After he died I found out my daddy had another mommy before mine, and that um…" she looked at Yang and took a deep breath. "You're my sister… I mean we have the same daddy."
Yang felt her blood turn to ice at those words. She had a father, and a sister. Well just a sister at the current time, but that was more then she had before. "Oh." Was all that Yang had been able to say.
Ruby's eyes began to fill with tears. "I…I don't really have any family left or anything, lots of people are around to help me and stuff, but I… I wanted to ask if you would be my big sister."
Yang felt her entire body begin to shake, and for the first time since the night she had been betrayed she felt tears prick at her eyes. "I don't know if I would be any good at it, I mean it's not like I am a good person, hel…heck you don't even really know me."
Ruby's mouth quivered as tears ran freely down her face, entire body now shaking as she began to cry.
As soon as she began to cry Yang got up, moving over to her and pressing her body against hers. She was unable to move her hands with the cuffs still on her. The guard and the suited man both reached toward her, but she leveled them with a glare that would stop a charging rhino in its path. "Hey don't cry, come on stop it."
Ruby looked her, eyes red and puffy from crying and a bit of snot coming from her nose.
"Listen if you don't cry anymore I will be your sister okay? Just enough with the crying." Yang felt tears come to her own eyes as she said those words. Sister. Family.
That day she left the place that had been her prison for a full year. That was the day she found out she had a sister, and beyond that she learned that she would do anything for the girl.
Once she learned that her sister was to become the new Mafia boss Yang dedicated herself to becoming strong enough to protect her from anything. To that point she trained under the watchful eye of the strongest person in the city, Ozpin 'The Professor', who was said to have once been the most feared man on the planet. Under his careful eye Yang had become the one of the three deadliest people in the city of Vale, and when she made the bid to become the new Enforcer there wasn't anyone stupid enough to get in her way.
Yang allowed a smile to come over her face, parking out in front of the entrance to the nightclub used as a front for the Triads within the city. After a bit of looking she found a homeless man and paid him a handsome fee to make sure nothing happened to her bike, it was after all her pride and joy, built from the ground up with Ozpin as a way to teach her patients and skills with building.
Once she was sure her bike would be well looked out for she grabbed a foul smelling bag from the storage compartment and slid the metal tonfa and a pistol into their proper places on her belt. With all her prep work finished she walked to the nightclub's door and drew back her foot, kicking it open and walking inside.
The sound of the wooden door being kicked off its hinges drew the attention of a number of men within the bar. Each was dressed in a suit or some equivalent, looking classy despite the more modern look and design of the club. It was a good front for the Triads to use, police had better things to do in a city like this then bust a few college kids for taking whatever designer drug was hot at the ti
"Hey I came here to party, where is the host?" Yang put on her cockiest grin as she looked around to the well-dressed Asian men. A few turned and whispered to each other, some just seemed confused. It was quite possible that some of them didn't even speak English, low ranking tadpoles in the scheme of things.
Finally from the back of the club a rather tall man with a muscular build came out, backed by two women. Junior Xiong and his twin bodyguards Melanie and Miltiades Malachite, the three who were in charge of the Triad's movements and operations within the city. Junior had become known as the 'Fierce Bear' of Vale, known for being about as strong as two men by himself. The twins had been trained from birth to be assassins, making them both equally dangerous in a fight. The prospect of a battle with them actual got Yang's heart pumping.
"Ms. Xiao Long, how…nice to see you." Junior spoke with a heavy Chinese accent; he had after all come from China long before being sent to Vale. "What do I owe the pleasure of your visit too?"
Yang shook her head a bit, scoffing under her breath. She loved it when they played dumb, it made it all the more fun when she called out the bullshit. "Well I reckon I am here to file a complaint against y'all." Yang put on a thick southern accent, just to fuck with them mostly. Despite being half Chinese she had no loyalty to the culture, she was an American born criminal after all. She had in fact only decided to use the last name Xiao Long because it had been a name Bruce Lee had gone by and thought making her name out to be 'Little Sun Dragon' was about as badass as a name could get.
"A complaint?" Junior continued to feign ignorance, but his men seemed to become more focused on her, hands hovering near weapons. They wouldn't go for their guns, shooting the Enforcer of a Mafia family was a declaration of open war, and the Triads didn't have a foothold enough in this city to do something like that. If they could kill her with other weapons through then it would have been seen as losing a fight and dying, which was much more accepted. The Enforcer was supposed to be the strongest member of the family, dying in a fight would just mean they were too weak for the job. "Whatever could you mean?"
"A month back we ordered a number of parts to various weapons through your routes; in fact I remember paying your people a hefty sum. When they arrived we were missing a third of the promised cargo, but we figured shit happens when shipping illegal weapon parts from Gooktown to us and let it slide," Yang's smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a look that screamed business. "But about a week back we found some stupid fucks using modified assault weapons during a bank robbery, and once we found their little base and curb stomped them we found that they were the same parts that we ordered."
Junior adjusted his tie, obviously uncomfortable. "Such things happen, it is possible that they…"
In a flash Yang crossed the distance between them and grabbed onto Junior's collar, listing the taller man with a strength that didn't seem like it belonged to her form. "Listen here Junior, do you want to know what I did to your countrymen when they wouldn't talk?" the other Triad members now had their weapons free, a collection of blades and other such weapons. The twins had freed their weapons, a long but hidden blade from one and two metal spikes hidden in the shoe of the other. Yang tossed Junior back and turned away from all of them, grabbing the bag.
"You see at first I asked nicely, but apparently being nice doesn't work with you people, so I had to get… creative," Yang turned toward them again, a demonic smile on her face. "I had each of them tied to a chair and put into a circle. I would drag one of them at random into the middle of the circle and would cut away his clothes with scissors," Yang chuckled a bit. "By the way apparently not all stenotypes are true, some of your guys were hung, for all it helped. I would ask nicely for them to tell me what happened. If they didn't…" she reached into the bag and pulled out a small penknife whose blade was covered in blood and other fluids, tossing it down on the ground. "I would stick that into their dick holes and then," she made a sharp jerking motion and she swore she saw the men turn green. "I would then ask again, and if they didn't talk I took the pen knife and…" she reached into the bag again and threw a large freezer bag full of bloody fleshy parts down on the ground, and then a number of them did throw up. "I cut off their balls and let them bleed to death. I got my information, and the rest got to die with a bullet to the head."
"You bitch." Junior said, cleaning the vomit from his mouth. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
"I the fuck am Yang, man for someone who is supposed to be an information broker you kind of suck at your job." The blonde haired beauty stuck her tongue out at Junior.
"That's it, waste this bitch!" he stepped back and his gang pulled free their weapons, ready to avenge their fallen comrades.
At that Yang grabbed the tonfa from their resting place on her belt and charged toward the group, mind slipping away so it could be replaced by her instincts. During their time together Ozpin had helped her craft a unique fighting style that suited her violent nature. While she fought Yang was detached from the world or thought, simply focusing on her enemies and the rush it gave her to defeat them. Violence was the only thing she was capable of when she got like this, and it showed her in style.
The Triad members used long blades, knifes, and occasionally even more exotic weapons, and each was well trained with their weapons of choice. But they were at a disadvantage against Yang, she was used to fighting large groups of people on her own, and it appeared that the Triad members were clumsy when it came to fighting as a group. With a few dodges they even managed to take out members of their own group.
Yang delivered a number of blows upon then, striking with bone breaking kicks and punches. Her tonfa acted mainly as defensive weapons, but she occasionally landed a painful blow to the necks or arms of her enemies when they left themselves open to it. She danced between the group, raining down pain and dropping the men like flies.
Before long the twins joined the battle, striking at her with their blades, showing much more skill then the average members she had been taking down in droves. The two had been trained from birth to work together and it showed in their style. When one assault would begin to tire the other sister would take place, never giving Yang a moment of rest. Against a lesser enemy they would have won in a matter of minutes. But Yang had one thing that the twins lacked, an honest love for fighting. No matter how hard they pressed against her she continued on, pushing back the pain from the cuts and blows that had landed on her to the back of her mind, drawing deeply from her adrenaline to continue the assault long after most would run out of steam. The fight turned after Yang managed to interrupt their next swap, landing a powerful blow on Melanie's kneecap and forcing the women to fall to the ground. Without the use of both of her legs she couldn't fight using the hidden knives in her shoes. Once she fell it was only a matter of minutes before Yang managed to overpower her sister with a hard strike to the neck using her tonfa, leaving only Junior standing.
"W…what are you?" he asked, slowly backing away from the scene. There had been twenty hardened criminals and two trained assassins, and they hadn't even slowed the blonde haired women down.
"Yang Xiao Long, enforcer to the Rose Family." Yang pressed her tonfa against Junior's neck. "Try fucking us again and I will come back with a full hit squad and show you exactly how we deal with people who piss us off." With that said she turned around and left the Triad's to lick their wounds.
As soon as she left the building she got a text on her personal phone. It had been from Ruby, inviting her to their favorite ice cream shop to hang out. "She better not start without me." Yang muttered happily before getting on her bike and driving away to meet with her sister.
Damn this was a hell of a thing to finish. All four of the 'trailers' of this story are finished, leaving me with an honest question to you, the readers. Do you guys want me to continue this story? I have more planned, but me continuing is reliant on if you guys want to see more. If you do leave a review, a favorite, or heck even a follow. These let me know you want to see more and gives me the motivation to keep working.
Also brief tangent, but yes this fanfic is offensive. I myself hold no prejudice to any race, religion, sexuality, etc. but there is going to be more offensive language, acts, and more in this story. If this makes you uncomfortable I am really sorry, but if it comforts you its equal opportunity offensiveness and I don't intend to pull any punches in the future. This fic is rated M for a reason, and if you don't feel comfortable reading more I understand and thank you for reading this far.