Chapter 10
"You're a disgrace," the chief hissed, his eyes turning darker by the second.
She gave him a simple smile. "I did what I had to do."
"A detective, a defender of the law, turning into a killer? Like hell you did," he spat.
"I did what I had to do."
"What are you, a fucking broken record?" Qrow scoffed.
"They were all guilty," she shrugged. "The police just has too much red tape to do anything about it."
Qrow slammed his fist against the wall. Livid, he growled, "I once respected you, you know that? I had planned on grooming you into the next chief of police. But you undermine the legal system, you undermine me…I regret ever respecting you."
"The ends justify the means, Qrow," she said.
Her chief lost it. He kicked her square in the stomach, right below her uncovered breasts.
Officers burst into the room. They paused, unsure how to approach their chief.
Qrow solved the dilemma for them. "I'm fine. Just…lost control." He walked out of the room without another word.
The woman smiled at the officers, giving them a wave. Both men made eye contact with each other, and left the room.
But her flow of visitors was not done. Jaune Arc walked in.
He stared at her for a long time, as if he didn't recognize the bloodstained, naked woman in front of him.
She gave him a smile. "What, Jaune, you don't find me attractive?" She ran a hand down her chest. "Most men and women can't take their eyes off me."
"I didn't want to believe what I saw. But there was no mistaking it…" Jaune trailed off. His gaze looked lost, like he'd lost a guiding light.
She stood up and stepped closer to Jaune. To the young man's credit, he did not flinch. "Do you believe what you see now?"
He ignored her. "I did some research. I found the files about your mother."
The blonde stopped. Her smile waned.
"Raven Xiao-Long was kidnapped over two decades ago. Raped and beaten. The suspect wasn't found guilty," Jaune whispered. "So he went to finish job. He raped her again, and killed her."
She backed down, retreating to the wall.
"There was a young girl who witnessed it all," Jaune spoke a level quieter.
"Shut up," she muttered.
"Huh?" Jaune blinked.
"SHUT UP!" she screamed.
He backed up, terrified. "I…I am sorry." Jaune fled the room.
The blonde curled up against the wall, desperate for any form of warmth.
A few hours passed, and she had another visitor.
Lie Ren stepped through the door, and closed it. He said nothing.
Her eyes opened at the sound. With a yawn, she sat upright.
"Yang…" he whispered. "Why?"
"I…did what I had to do."
Ren's mouth clamped shut. He fixed the woman he barely recognized with a hard stare.
"I enjoyed the time we spent together, Ren. Every moment."
The detective turned away, so she couldn't see his face. She could hear him on the verge of tears.
"I… Goodbye, Yang."
He walked out. She blinked away a tear, surprised it didn't bother her…but at the same time, did.
She began to laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
"Hey, shut up in there!" shouted one of the officers from the observation room.
The blonde walked right up to the window and pressed her breasts up against it. "Why don't you come in here and give my mouth something else to do?"
There was silence for a minute or two.
Then the door opened.
One nervous officer stepped in. "I shut off the cameras."
"Where's your friend?" she asked.
"Making sure no one will come, then he'll be in here for his turn."
She smiled at him, and got down on her knees. Licking her lips, she waited for him to undo his belt.
His cock was pressed against her face in no time. She captured it in her mouth, and began to suck. The man threw back his head, moaning in pleasure.
The blonde saw the taser at the man's fallen belt.
She kept sucking him off, until he finally came. He moaned louder, and she reached for it.
His moans turned into screams, and he fell back on the ground, twitching erratically. The blonde shut him up with a pistol whip to the head.
With ease, she stripped him of the rest of his clothing. The warm uniform felt familiar to her, if tight in the chest.
Taking the keycard, she opened the door and entered the observation room. The officer's friend had not returned.
With the window's reflection, she cleaned up her mouth. Then the door opened.
"Hey, you're not—"
She slammed her fist into his temple.
Stepping over his body, she left the room. As the man's friend had promised, there was no one around.
The blonde smirked, and found the fire exit.
She walked out.
Author Notes: Did it end like you think it would?
I won't lie, I intentionally left this open for the possibility of a continuation. But if that happens, it'll be uploaded as a part of this story. So give Red Tape a follow in case I ever come back with more!
But for all intents and purposes, this is the end for now. Hope you enjoyed it! Please review, and let me know whether you think this was Yang or Neo in this chapter ;)