Ymir knew that something bad was about to occur. She could only hope the damage was reversible and didn't leave a permanent mark. This wasn't the first time she had pondered the thought of what events may precede dropping off the blonde. Most of them ensued a beating before being forced into stress positions over the course of the night. Ymir knew that anything could happen. There was no sign of a deal yet, only mumbles that Ymir told her men to whisper into the ears of the house for them to be played back when Rod honed his ears.
The whole persona of Ymir was male, she lived and breathed like a man. What she forgot about living in a male world is that when a woman is introduced, men do stupid things and it leaves the realm of the punishment of what a man would inflict on another man. When most men have an argument, it turns physical, there's a scrap and maybe a knife but if both parties survive then they've settled their argument. Women on the other hand deal with more psychological warfare than America does on its own people. When a man steps into the ring with a woman. The onslaught of things that could happen range from the tame to the unthinkable. And that was the thing that concerned Ymir the most. She had forgotten the reasons why she conceals her identity. She forgets what men do to women. As soon as that revelation entered her mind it grew like a tumour but she had to ignore the feeling of certain doom for the girl she would love to openly call her girlfriend.
A spur of the moment thing. It only really affects us now and again. A multiple choice question where you have to guess and answer, like placing a X on a ballot paper for your local political, the gut feeling that can't be explained.
The nervous response to a sharp pain, the involuntary response, the reflex arc. Ymir only acknowledged that she was turning the car around when she realised she was driving towards the traffic she monitored from her rear-view mirror only a few seconds ago.
There was no speed limit for the brunette, she allowed her engine to roar to the point where the gyrations of the pistons moving up and down in the engine could be felt from her seat.
Deals can be made if there is an excuse. She knew she could work out a deal with the mob and then Rod. She would come up with a perfectly good excuse to get Krista out of the house. A surprise check up on the drugs leading to her being suspicious of Rods loyalties, forcing him to take the deal to buy him out and secure his ties to the mob alone.
Ymir regretted being in her car at this point. Cars are beautiful things but it doesn't beat the power of being on two wheels pushing 200 mph. The acceleration on a bike is incomparable and the lane splitting makes diving through traffic much more of the adrenaline rush than taking the car off road. Bad ass points are also appreciated.
Irony hit her just as hard as the taxi did. Red light on her side, taxi going through the green legally. The crumple points on Ymir's car saved her life but the other man's car wasn't as well manufactured. The bonnet of Ymir's car was touching the taxi driver's cheek by the time she stumbled out of the car. Glass coated the road surface, reflecting the colour of the traffic lights as they gave out their coloured orders.
There were no other drivers on the road. It was just her and the other man and the cars that were more than likely able to be classed as one single vehicle rather than two. Ymir had lost her sense of balance at this moment in time, allowing her knees to buckle and her arse to hit the ground. She was a killer and not a medic. From the ground, she could only see the man's face and enough blood leaving him as well as the bone that burst out from his cheek and shards of glass as it attempted to bury itself into his left side. Ymir was only grateful for hitting the car on the left side as the driver's seat was on the right. But it wasn't any good for the man sandwiched between Ymir's engine and his door.
Crawling towards the wreckage of the other car in search of a phone as hers was mangled in the glove box, she pulled herself up and opened the taxi door before her eyes recognised she would be searching for a phone on the man's corpse. Ymir knew this was the worst possible situation for her to be in. most of the cops were in the pocket of the mob but this isn't something that can be swept under the rug. There was a wreckage and her car was permanently fused with the other there was no way of getting out of the fact that it was her car that hit the taxi. Her DNA would be everywhere. Crawling through glass must have cut her but the thought escaped her mind; she was too fixated on getting back to the blonde's brothel.
Patting the man down she was victorious in finding a phone. She knew her men were still on route to the Mob's HQ. They were too far away to help her with this issue. If she called them from the phone of the dead victim, then that would place the Mob at the scene of the crime. This was an unsecured number; anyone could access the calls from the device. Ymir started to panic, she had never been in a situation where she had no plan, no support. 999. She knew this would royally fuck her up but the Mob could get the right people to sort this one out, pay off the operator so they wouldn't recognise the voice of the caller. The forensic guys would misplace DNA evidence. Ymir wouldn't be the driver; she would be at home fucking the next-door neighbour. One of her men would be driving and they would conveniently go missing.
Ymir now had multiple things to deal with. She would have to decide how to cover this mess up. Is it best to start framing someone now or later? When to tell the Mob. How to get to Krista without anyone recognising her now that she was restricted by law. Any behaviour that could get her remembered isn't a good thing, she needed to be incognito so her alibi would check out. What incriminating evidence was in the car that couldn't just go missing. Where did she crash, which people are on call at this hour? Does she know them, could she sort this out by herself?
Ymir found herself hiding in a bush overlooking the scene as the emergency services arrived. Stupidity and genius struck the brunette as she saw the unattended ambulance. Paramedics eagerly awaited as the fire service cut the top of the car off. She knew the procedure from here. Paramedics would be back to their ambulance as soon as the lack of vitals was established. Police would be cordoning off the area and the firefighters would be off as soon as they arrived. Ymir knew that if she was spotted by the police then they would chase her down to no end, hotwiring cop cars are also a lot harder, she knew her shit.
Ymir didn't bother starting the ignition at first, allowing the focus of attention to rest of the dead man rather than the ambulance rolling off into the distance as the brunette took the handbrake off allowing the vehicle to steal itself. When just out of sight she started the ignition and away she drove, this was an area she usually left for her driver, someone who was more accustomed to attempting to drive normally when in a stolen vehicle and looking obviously out of place whilst being within. But she thought she had the jest of it. drive with purpose, she knew that the cops from the scene couldn't case after her as they had to man the corpse, so a new dispatch would be hunting her down so she had about five minutes to get the hell out of there.
Ymir pulled the ambulance onto a derelict road where the mob held some drug meets, the whole place was out of sight, perfect for torching the evidence. The tall woman stole the medical supplies she could carry that may come into use if she found Krista beaten again as she was suspecting would happen. After that, she started a bonfire to rival that of a riot and left the second crime scene she made in search of Krista.
As soon as Ymir entered Krista's house she knew where the girl would be, after having time to deliberate on what would happen to the blonde she prepared for a fight during the 5k run from the burning ambulance to Rod's brothel. She still had her gun with her silencer. She could survive without a phone unlike most youth of today however she would be dead without her most trusted friend. She stealthy attached it to the barrel of her pistol as she ascended the stairs.
The door was already open and she saw some of the rooms contents. She saw her Krista on all fours but she only saw of half of the torture she was enduring. She saw Rod violate his daughter and a pair of other hands on the porcelain skin of Krista's hips.
To Ymir the solution to the problem was already being carried out before the transmission from her eyes reached her brain and bounced around a bit. Her non-dominant foot grounded itself in front of her torso with the other finding its place behind, stabilising herself for kickback. Her hands raised themselves keeping a small bend at the elbow. That was all there was to it.
She saw the scene in pure HD, the adrenaline allowing her mind to keep up with the bullet as it left the barrel, spinning at such highspeed. It was almost like a tracer round, Ymir saw that the path it took for the flight was perfect. That's when she had to blink, blurring out the best parts but Krista didn't miss a thing.
Krista still had her father's appendage in her mouth as he forced her to maintain eye contact but Rod couldn't keep it up for long. The bullet found itself penetrating Rods right eye. The spinning motion at high velocity forcing the layer to twist and burst allowing a spurt of black fluid to fall onto Krista's face as the bullet buried further into Rods skull. The bullet was heavier at the tip than at the back causing it to tumble through the air. This bullet wasn't intended to leave a little hole, it was designed to hit on its side causing it to rip and tear through whatever it came into contact with. It was supposed to migrate to a different area. All Krista knew is that Rod had a neat hole where his eye was and then nothing else. As the bullet tumbled it latched onto the strands of brain and unravelled them like a hound tearing into a rabbit. As the lead displaced Rod's brain, it hit the skull and flew out the other side allowing a trailing stream of brain and skull to follow it to its final destination.
Reiner only saw the bullet dig into the wall and a following of pink and white chunks paint and coat the wall. Rod fell straight down as Reiner grabbed Krista by the throat and pulled her to the opposite side of the room for use as a human shield, knife pressing dangerously close to her pulse point. Ymir was in a standoff situation.
She chose her moves carefully as she entered the room, only allowing the barrel of her gun to round the corner.
"I knew you'd come for your plaything Ymir. Seems you're in some sort of a predicament, I have your girl, I've been in her and damn! for a whore she's still tight. So you're little whore is in danger, what you gonna do about it girlie?"
"Reiner I'm gonna fucking kill you. Sweet and simple. Leave the girl outta this, send her to me and I'll come out and well settle this man on man."
"I know you're not a man. Your feeble attempt to gain the power and respect you'll never have is pitiful. You were an innocent young girl once back in AZ, now you're just as fucked up and twisted as your old man. I have all the cards this time Ymir, you can't play the game of you don't have a pair of cards to wager on. Turn around and leave here, never interact with MY Krista and I will spare her life."
Krista would have attempted to deescalate the situation but all she could see was her father's innards slipping down the wall, creating a sacrifice to the gods of tyranny and orphans. She was fatherless. She knew that the man's passing was a blessing but at this moment in time she was stuck in some feudal war between two mobsters who didn't have the best of reputations. She was alone in the world, no one to call her father even if it was by the blood relation which was only visible on the wall. The Mob owned the house, they couldn't buy her away from all this mess, she would have to fend off the men who would aim to use her without Ymir to protect her. No mob deal means no legitimate way for Ymir to take her away, she was doomed to die with her legs spread for a paying customer. Her only option was to leave with Reiner. It would be a life of torture but one in high standing. She wouldn't be forced to live in squalor and fuck any man with enough money, it was just one man. Someone she could force herself to love. There was more possibility, more opportunity for a better life even if it was in slavery.
"Ymir, it's time for you to lose this one. Let me go. We can both get out of this alive and well be happier, even if that happiness is only seen decades in the future." Krista could about choke out the words as Reiner threatened censorship over any word he didn't agree with.
"To hell with that darla. I'm a selfish twat I know but this brute of a bastard will do nothing good to you. This night was only the start of the torture. He's done this sort of shit before, I'm not letting you go through it, especially when you're my fucking girlfriend."
Reiner couldn't help but chuckle at the so-called revelation of Ymir openly admitting she had a relationship with the short blonde. "So you're girlfriends eh? That's fucking adorable, such a shame she's already been claimed by me, tainted by my flesh. You truly picked a keeper there Ymir, falling for another whore."
"Go fuck yourself tough boy. Now I'm gonna end your fucking miserable life, you choose. The easy way, you let Krista go and I allow you the opportunity to fight for your life like the gladiator you seem to perceive yourself as OR the hard way. I turn this corner and shoot you to pieces, torture you till the brink of your last breath then, and only then will I drown you in acid."
"Seems awfully thought out that 'Mir. But you know I can do worse. You can hear your girl get raped if that would please your ears."
Reiner wasn't lying and Krista could already feel Reiner's free hand wandering to her chest where he grabbed a handful of her breast and toyed with it whilst kissing her neck. That's as far as he got before crumpling to the ground. The first shot was to the shoulder connecting his arm to Krista's throat. Second found itself wrestling the knife from his hand as it flailed outwards from the pain of the first impact. The third and final shot took his knee out
As soon as the pressure was released from the blondes throat she ran to Ymir and grabbed onto the back of her jacket before collapsing to the ground herself.
The rage in Ymir's eyes only displayed a fraction of the pain she was feeling and the excitement on making good on her promise to the blonde man. "Look away Krista, I don't want you to see this side of me"