Apparently there is a strong desire for criminally insane maladjusted sociopathic RWBY girls, so...chapter three appears! Our introduction to Yang, and the plot begins to move forward just a tiny bit. Enjoy!


The darkness kept creeping into his vision, the pain from the vicious beating he'd endured leaving him barely conscious in the dimly lit room. Trying to move his arms, he realized he'd been handcuffed to the kitchen chair, the wood digging into his back as he slouched in it. Managing to barely lift his eyes from his knees, he could see another chair across from him, back towards with, with a figure insouciantly collapsed in it facing him, legs straddling the back of the chair. As his senses slowly returned, he could smell something sharp...gas?

"Oh good, you're awake," drawled a feminine voice from before him. Barely managing to lift his head up, everything came rushing back to him as he stared into smirking lavender eyes. He tried to recoil away, but between the weakness from his injuries and the handcuffs, he could barely make the chair scootch back an inch. The blonde, muscular figure wagged her finger admonishingly at him. "Now now, let's have none of that. I was just about to finish up here anyways. You gave me what I needed, thanks for that. I just wanted you awake before I left. So, you agree, we're done here?"

He tried to make a sound, but with his jaw broken as it was, he could barely manage a small huff of air before the pain made him recoil. The figure stood up, carefully placing her chair back at the kitchen table for patting him gently on the shoulder. "Glad you agree! Now, let's see...oh, yes. You're a smoker, right? I figure you need a cigarette after all this, one second…" Reaching down into his breast pocket, the woman pulled out a mostly empty pack of cigarettes. "Oh, down to your last I see. Well, that works out just fine don't it? Let me help you light it." Gently placing it in her mouth, she cupped a hand around it and with her other, lit the cigarette with the lighter found in the pack.

She took one drag before a look of disgust crossed her face and she removed it, holding it between two fingers. "Yeck. Terrible. You should consider quitting, these things will kill ya. Ah well. Was a nice chat. Have a nice day!" With a casual indifference, she dropped the cigarette onto the ground and turned her back, walking away. As he sat in the chair, barely able to struggle, the dots connected in his mind and he watched as if in slow motion as the cigarette, still burning, lit a spark...a spark that connected to a line of gas leading directly to him.

With a casual whistle, Yang strode to a door along the hallway, a heavy dresser pressed against it. As the flames began to crackle behind her and she heard the beginnings of a scream, she shouldered the dresser out of the way. With one balled fist, she smashed the door open, the hinges shattering as the door fell inwards, revealing a young woman with three children gathered around her, eyes wide in terror.

Yang pointed over her shoulder. "You got about 5 minutes to get out before the whole place burns. But leave him, unless you want the same to happen to you. See ya around." With a wave, she put her hands in her pockets and whistled as she strode out of the house, the now piercing screams and roar of the fire background to her jaunty tune as she stepped out into the night. Standing on the sidewalk, she took a moment to savor the smoke filling the air, taking a deep breath with a sigh.

Walking down the sidewalk, she pulled out a small flip phone and hit the speed dial. "Yang! Hey sis, how did it go?" came the voice from the other end.

"Eh, you know. Got what we needed. It was what you thought, idiot sold us out. Some White Queen goons got him spooked."

"Well that's just too bad. Is he being taken care of?"

"You wound me, dearest sister," Yang placed a hand over her chest with a dramatic, fake gasp. "As if I would leave unfinished business behind."

A chuckle answered her fake offended tone. "And the family?"

"Running for their lives as we speak."

"You think they'll talk?"

Yang smiled, knowing that on the other end, a similar smile was across her sister's face."I'm counting on it. Sometimes people need a little reminder of what happens if you cross the Red Queen."

"Speaking of that, did you hear about Billy?"

"Nope, been busy. What happened to Billy?"

"Sadly, I thought Billy was my friend. But turns out he wasn't a very good friend. So I had to let him go."

"Well, sucks to be him. I'll be on my way back soon, but I had a couple stops I wanted to make. You don't mind, do you? I got a bit excited back there, need to blow off some steam."

Ruby laughed, her light, tinkling giggle echoing in the quiet night as sirens began to blare in the distance. "Gonna be a busy night for the fire department, right?"

As the night sky began to burn orange, the flames down the street expanded to begin encompassing the other houses packed tightly on the block, Yang's eyes burned a deep crimson as she let a wide smile creep across her face. "Always a busy night when the Phoenix hunts." The two sisters shared another laugh, Yang closing the phone a few moments later as she strode down the street.


Gentle candlelight lit the room, flickering glows from chandeliers above the neatly pressed tablecloths keeping everything in a soft, shadowed light. The nearly inaudible click of utensils, quiet conversation, and glasses being toasted filled the room. Blake took another bite of delicately seasoned salmon, eyes closed in bliss as the flavors exploded on her tongue. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, setting her fork down to lift her glass and take another sip of the high quality champagne. As the waitress passed, she smiled at her and gestured her over, the waitress leaning over to hear her quiet voice..

"My compliments to the chef...and to you as well," Blake ended her statement with a soft purr and a wink at the now very red waitress. Blake was well aware the waitress knew who she was and what she was capable of, and it was always fun to see them in that half aroused half fearful state. Not that she'd ever go beyond a few toying gestures...only one woman could be hers and hers alone. With a flippant hand, she waved the woman off and looked across the table to her companion.

Weiss Schnee cut her steak with perfect precision, each morsel an identical size. Her expression was one of intense concentration as she focused on making certain everything was exactly as she desired. After it was all set in single, bite-size chunks, she carefully speared a piece and lifted it to her mouth. A moment later, she speared another and without looking up spoke to Blake.

"You shouldn't have lied."

Blake arched an eyebrow, finishing her own bite. "Lied to who?"

"The waitress. The chef is a failure. This steak is an entire half a degree too cold. We should remove him. Where is Samuel? He was an expert."

"He accepted a new job in France, Weiss," Blake replied, internally sighing. Her companion was so difficult sometimes.

"Get him back. Offer him whatever he wants. This chef is pitiful."

Blake tilted her head to the side and steepled her fingers. "Something is troubling you, isn't it?"

Weiss paused, placing her fork and knife down. "What makes you say that?"

"You know full well where Samuel went, as well as know that it's his daughter running the kitchen, and that the steak is fine. I know you don't feel the cold, but we're sitting beneath the air vent, that's why the steak is cooler. You normally don't miss those things."

Weiss opened her mouth as if to reply, but paused. Her eyes narrowed so slightly that only Blake could have noticed. "One moment, Blake."

Weiss lifted her left hand, her pistol clutched within it. Aiming it just to the left of Blake's ear, she fired, the roar of the bullet deafening everyone nearby. Stifled screams came from the other patrons as the bullet smashed into the head of a man sitting three tables behind the two women. Everyone else in the room froze as Weiss calmly placed her pistol down onto the tablecloth and picked up her napkin, wiping at her mouth. She waved the nearest waiter over. "Please clean that up, and send the badge to my office." Turning back to Blake, she nodded. "Detective Jesk was seated behind you."

"I know. He was here before we entered. I had already determined it was unrelated to our presence, that's why I left him." Blake watched as the nearby kitchen staff hurriedly rushed to the table to remove the now slumped body, ignoring the terrified gazes of the other customers as they began to wipe down the

Weiss shrugged. "Prudence."

Blake shrugged in return. "Indeed. Now, what is troubling you?"

For the first time in the entirety of their relationship, Blake was witness to Weiss letting out a sigh. The poised criminal mastermind, dressed in her tailored, well known suit, let her shoulders slump ever so imperceptibly. To any onlooker, it would seem unnoticeable, but to Blake, it was the closest to a scream of frustration she had ever seen Weiss make. Weiss carefully set aside her utensils, moving her plate out of the way and clasped her hands on the table.

"I find myself...vexed," Weiss replied, in a quiet tone.

Blake blinked. "Vexed. You feel...vexed."

"Yes. By...her," came the still quiet reply from Weiss.

Blake paused. "Ah, yes. And she...vexes you?" Blake moved slightly to the side as the body was carried by her, wrapped in a tablecloth already stained with red, keeping her eyes locked on Weiss' form.

"I will not repeat myself, Belladonna."

Blake tilted her head to the side. "And what would you like to do about it?"

Weiss tapped her fingers against her wine glass, lifting it up to take a sip. Setting it down absently, she mused. "These small disputes we have been having have not gone well. Nor have we succeeded with any of our assassins. Have we anyone else we can hire?"

Blake shrugged. "Nikos is back in town, but I'm told she's not accepting clients right now."

"Why is that?"

"Rumor says she's taking a 'vacation'," Blake replied with air quotes. "Supposedly she found a new boy toy and has been railing him since she came back. Something about her appreciating his simplicity."

"She will not accept any clients?"

Blake shook her head. "No matter what we offer. You know how Nikos is. If we push her too far she's likely to offer her services to the Red Queen." Blake kept an eye out around her, noting how many patrons were calling for their checks, clearly trying to take advantage of Weiss' focused attention on her conversation with Blake.

"Hmm. Too bad. I find myself...unsure what path to take. What would you advise?"

Blake kept her expression placid, but an unhealthy gleam entered her eyes. Weiss had taken the bait she'd been hoping for. "Have you considered...a meeting?"

"A meeting?" Weiss blinked once. "You think this could be resolved with a meeting?"

"No. But I think it could be a start."

Weiss drained the last drop from her wine glass. "You merely wish to see the Phoenix again."

Blake smirked, letting out a quiet giggle in the now emptied restaurant, even the wait staff having vanished as their conversation had continued. "Guilty as charged, but I also think it's a good idea."

"Why do you want her so badly?" Weiss tilted her head to the side, her expression placid.

Blake sighed, looking up for a moment with a wistful smile on her face. "She's not afraid of me. It's...intoxicating, to know someone else like myself...no fear, and no compunctions. No guilty conscience. Freedom, Weiss. Pure freedom. I want to take that and make it mine."

"...but I do not fear you. I have no remorse. What is different?"

"You're less free than I. Still trapped in your own sense of self. But setting that aside, I've made it clear that given the opportunity, I'd fuck you seven ways to Sunday as well. There are few I am attracted to, but those I am, I am very much attracted to."

Weiss gazed back at Blake calmly, shaking her head from side to side. "I retract my previous statement. I fear one thing...I fear that I will never understand you."

"That's okay. I understand you. It's why we are such good friends, after all."

"As you say, Belladonna. Setup the meeting. I do not agree with your assessment on everything...but it is time I met the Red Queen face to face. You know your role in this. Do not let your infatuation distract you."

Blake sipped the last drops of her champagne, a smile curling across her lips as her eyes narrowed. "Fret not, White Queen. I know where my allegiances lie."