AN: Ok, I swore I would never write a crossover or alternate reality story but I'm going to lie to myself and do it any ways. So here you go, lovely randomness. (well there might be a plot I haven't quite decided)

Uncontrollable Circumstance

Chapter 1:

"Get down there ya bitch!" one of the snarled, throwing the girl to the ground. She glared up at him, a busted lip bleeding freely down her chin. "They'll find you. The Lanay never let those who mess with their own walk away from it!" she snarled in defiance.

"Who says we'll leave anything for them to find?" the second man, a redhead, leered at her, pulling out his switchblade. Her brown eyes flashed momentarily I fear then glowed with hatred. She slowly stood, bringing her body into a defensive stance and raised her hands into fists.

"Then I may die," she bit out, "but I will go with honor and I swear I will take one of you to hell with me. I will not shame the Lanay with cowardice!"

"That is exactly what I wanted to hear," came a new voice. The two men whirled around, blades raised. They froze at the sight before them. A woman with long blonde hair securely tied back was pointing a pistol with a silencer at each of them. Her head was bowed so her eyes were hidden by her bangs but they could feel her watching them.

The redhead moved slightly and the blonde, her head still lowered, shot. The bulled grazed his shoulder and embedded itself in the concrete wall behind him, missing the female victim completely. He froze and looked at her in horror.

"Grace…" the cornered woman whispered, dropping to her knees and bowing low. The woman, now labeled as Grace, raised her head, a red sensual mouth smiling but her turquoise, almond-shaped eyes were as cold as ice as she looked at her prisoners. They looked at each other nervously. Who was this woman?

"Meg," Grace said to the woman kneeling in the alleyway.

"My Lady," Meg kept her face to the ground.

"Curl up in that corner and shield your head and eyes. This will get very messy."

Meg scrambled into the corner as Grace put one of her guns in her pocket. She reached into the leg pocket on her olive green cargo pants and pulled out a round of bullets that glowed faintly green in the dark alley. She quickly loaded the pistol pointing at the two thugs without her cold eyes ever leaving them. She began speaking as she loaded her second weapon.

"Now boys, what on earth are you doing in a Lanay zone? Everyone knows we are the realm of female protectors. Eve those idiots in the west know better than to attack a woman on our turf."

"We're not from here lady and we do what we want when we want," the redhead snarled.

The woman tilted her head to the side. "Rude, obnoxious, hmm, you must be from the south."

He stiffened and looked at his companion in surprise. How could she know that?

"Since your people are refuted to be fast, lets just take care of that shall we?" She shot him once in each knee. He fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

His companion looked startled and then began to shout at her, "That was a lousy, cheap trick! No wonder you're a woman! No real warrior or even a man would be so low!"

You could hear Meg groan in the corner like she was saying 'stupid, stupid, stupid.'

"A chauvinistic man pig, a westerner. Lets just let you lay on the ground like the dog you are," she replied, hr eyes glinting with repressed anger. She rapidly shot him six times, placing one bullet in each knee, elbow, and shoulder. He toppled over onto his face, bellowing in agony.

"And you," she added with disgust, pointing one gun behind her, "Sulking in the shadows, trying to twist and turn this situation to your advantage, you're northern scum. Get over here and stand between your two friends."

A wiry little man with greasy black hair slunk out of the shadows and stood nervously between his two fallen allies. "My, my, what treachery we have here. I was promised that the northern and southern gangs would leave us be. And the west, ah the west. Do they forget that their sister left them to seek refuge with us, someone who would see her as an equal? How thoughtless of them. If this keeps up she will have to lead an attack against her own brothers. How sad that they would with this cruelty upon their darling baby sister. However, you will be giving all of your leaders these messages. And a few more special messages for me. I thank you for that, but no more."

She shot an eight-pointed star-shaped pattern onto the third man's chest. He groaned and collapsed next to his partners. "Don't worry," she murmured holstering her guns and taking out a long knife and a burlap sack, "Those bullets have a numbing poison in them. You won't even feel too much pain as I decapitate you."

Their eyes widened in horror as she lifted her blade high. The setting sun glinted off the metal and gave her the look of an angel delivering justice. In a flash, her arm swooped down and blood splattered everywhere. She grabbed each of the heads and placed them in hr bad, their lifeless eyes looking at her balefully. "May God forgive you of your transgressions. Amen."

"Amen," Meg echoed uncurling from her hiding place. She had bloody spots on her blue shirt and white pants. Blood ran down her brown hair, giving her horrid streaks.

"We appear to have disposed of all unfriendly ears," the blonde woman told her.

"So I may cal you by your clan name?" Meg asked her. The blonde simply nodded.

"Thank you Winterheart. I almost forgot to call you 'Grace' when you appeared."

"I am most thankful you did. We cannot allow anyone outside our circle to learn our secret names."

"Yes my lady."

"I must go speak with Tech, Dancer, and Princess. Treachery is running abound and I have a very bad feeling about this. Especially with the peace gala coming up so soon. You will need to go change and wash. As will I," she added looking at her own blood-splattered clothing. Blood dripped down her face and she did not bother to wipe it. She glanced at her knife. "I will have to resharpen this. It would not do for it to become dull."

She looked at the shorter brunette. "It is good you were willing to fight to the death. You did not shame us."

Meg smiled, then frowned, "Would you still have saved me if I had been a coward?"

"Yes. But then I would have cast you out of our clan. There is no room for cowardice in our ranks."

Meg nodded, "Yes my lady. Do you have orders for me?"

The blonde nodded, "I want you to go to Butterfly and tell her I'll need many more of the zirconium and poison bullets. And ask how those fans are coming. Remind her that they have to be done and painted by Saturday."

Meg bowed low, "Yes my lady. Right away." The girl turned and ran out of the alleyway towards the workshop.

The older woman watched her go, then turned and knelt to the headless bodies. "Why were you here? What was your purpose?" she ask of them. She sighed and stood. "Whatever your mission was, it has been stopped."

A figure watched from the shadows as she grabbed her bloody bag and left the alley. "Oh no little girl, we have barely begun."