It has been a while, hasn't it? Life sure fucked everything over, didn't it? I've had trouble finding my inspiration and muse lately, but luckily found some music that really got me moving again, and well...here we go. I hope you enjoy more of our insane girls!


The venue was chosen. Warehouses were the crime lords stock and trade, and meeting in one on neutral ground seemed the best choice. Set nearest the south docks of the city, where neither Queen had a firm foothold (mostly due to the large number of Military personnel who guarded the various incoming ships), it was considered the most reasonable meeting place. Most people would have preferred something like a public restaurant, but neither the White Queen nor the Red Queen were known for caring about collateral damage and that idea was quickly scrapped.

But there it was. One week hence from Belladonna's visit to the Red Queen. Rumors had flown amongst the rank and file of both organizations, what had been offered, what had been accepted, why would they agree, why would the White Queen make the offer to begin with. Some would have thought that with this meeting planned, tensions would decrease between the two groups, but it only reached a new fever pitch as each side's loyalists began loudly proclaiming victory over the other in public.

But the public incidents were few and far between, as anyone who worked for one of the Queens knew better than to draw too much attention. If the police had gotten wind of the meeting, they'd stop at nothing to disrupt it. If they formed some type of alliance, all of their efforts to keep them at each other's throats and thus less at the cities would be for naught. For this reason, all of the tensions erupted, at worst, into various bar fights with surprisingly few casualties for servants of the Queens.

But it was now the time. A single warehouse, two points of entrance, both large gates facing quiet back streets between a number of other warehouses. Those watching saw, over the course of the day, various numbers of people skulk into position, a single car here or there to keep it as subtle as possible. Dozens of soldiers for each crime ring setting up at various spots, ready to be on call for a moment's notice. Explosives, powerful weaponry, each side jockeying for the best spot to be ready in a moment's notice for something to go wrong.

It was the game, the most amazing game Blake ever played. She watched, a smile on her face as the various servants of the White Queen scurried about below her, unable to see her as she sat hidden upon the rooftop of the warehouse chosen. Across the way, she could see the same various little servants of the Red Queen doing the same on her chosen side of the building, causing Blake to giggle silently to herself. One leg crossed over the other, hands planted upon the apex of the roof where she sat, the shadow of an air vent keeping her hidden as she gazed upon her works.

This was the most fun she'd had in years. Of course, she didn't let her fun get in the way of her job. She was mentally documenting each movement of both factions, being sure that her Queen's soldiers were placing themselves appropriately according to the detailed plan set forth by the White Queen, while keeping an eye on the movements of the Red Queen's soldiers. It was fascinating to her, to see the differences. The White Queen's people were meticulous and organized (not that Weiss would allow different from anyone in her employ), but also stiff. Most of them were street thugs who didn't understand the why, much less how the plans were made, so they followed the instructions solely out of loyalty. Or fear. Same difference, really, Blake mused to herself.

But the Red Queen's, they were...the best word she could think of was organized chaos. It didn't seem to make sense at first glance, but she could see a strange, twisting pattern in the chaos, one which the soldiers clearly didn't understand but someone did, and...ah. There she was. Blake grinned widely, teeth bared as she leaned forward, her amber eyes drawn to the golden mane of Yang Xiao-Long, the Dragon guardian of the Red Queen. Blake watched, her eyes scanning across Yang's form eagerly, drinking in every curve, every exposed muscle, every visible scar. She bit her lip, her fang cutting into her skin and sending droplets of blood down her chin, though she made no move to wipe them away.

Blake giggled to herself, letting out a sigh of pleasure as Yang finished whatever she was doing (Blake wasn't paying much attention). She rolled backwards, completing a full revolution to stand up as her smooth shoes began to slide down the slick rooftop. Not bothering to halt her descent, she simply balanced as she went, nearing the ledge of the roof. As she reached the very corner, she dropped down, gripping the edge with one hand as she swung out and then back in, her feet slipping into the partially opened window high up. With a simple twist, she smoothly entered the warehouse itself, landing on the dark walkway far up in the corner that circled the upper part of the structure.

She strolled along the walkway, hand lightly sliding along the rail as she went with a studied casualness. She followed till she reached the stairs down, taking them one by one as though in a leisurely stroll. She continued her walk to the small door next to the large warehouse one on the White Queen's side, and with a single light push she sent it swinging open, stepping out into the noonday sun, eyes adjusting swiftly.

Two guards jolted in surprise, bringing their guns to bear without more than a moment's hesitation. Recognition flooding into their eyes, they lowered them a second later, moving back into position. Blake patted the left guard on the shoulder softly. "Excellent reflexes, Jessie."

Jessie gulped, her voice quavering slightly as she flinched at Blake's soft touch. "Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."

Blake chuckled. "Always so careful. You've learned well. You as well, James," she said with an offhanded wave to the guard on the right. James flinched, but kept his eyes forward, avoiding Blake's gaze. Blake lifted her arms above her head, clasping her hands together as she stretched, letting out a long sigh of relief as she basked in the sunlight.

She strolled along, watching with amusement as various members of the organization snapped to attention or bolted out of her line of sight as soon as they noticed her. She barely kept from losing her composure as the one kid tripped over the box he was carrying as he tried to run around the corner, sprawling out across the pavement. She had no intention of punishing any of them, not today, not when she was in such a good mood. But that fear? Blake took a deep breath through her nose. She felt like she could smell the fear on everyone around her, except...ah, there she was.

"Ah Weiss, there you are. I was wondering when you'd get here." The woman in question turned around, her cold, flat eyes looking over Blake with a critical gaze.

"You seem to be in a pleasant mood, Blake. Is the prospect of seeing that woman so enticing to you?" Weiss asked, her tone as flat as her gaze.

Blake chuckled, one hand over her mouth in a coquettish display. "Oh no, it's not even that, although I can't deny I'm excited to see her. No no, Weiss...I'm quite pleased for many a reason today. But mostly? It's that today, my plans come to fruition, finally."

Weiss' eyes narrowed slightly as her tone dipped low. Blake could almost see the air chill around her as she contemplated that statement. "What plans?"

"My plans to get you and the Red Queen to talk, obviously. I've made no secret of this, my dearest White Queen." Blake stepped to Weiss' side, swirling on her foot like a ballerina as she spun around the white-haired woman, arms flared out wide. She tilted her head back and took in a deep breath, letting the warm sun bask over her face as another chuckle escaped her throat.

"You are acting strange. Why is this so important to you?"

"Oh Weiss, my dear sweet Weiss, isn't it obvious? One of two things happens today...either you and the Red Queen begin a final battle of ballistics, blood, and broken bones, or…"

"Or…?" came the reply from Weiss, her left hand resting upon her custom pistol. Every member of her crew nearby froze, eyes upon the hand there, flitting their looks between her and the supremely unconcerned Blake.

"Or we begin anew, Weiss...we combine. We ally. We take the monsters we are and become even more! We conquer the city, the nation, the world! We conquer everything, blazing a trail of destruction and death across the heavens! We become the heralds of a new world, it's very gods! Hahahahahahahaha!" Blake's laughter, twisted and maniacal, drew every eye in the region to her as she shook with barely contained glee.

"...what lofty goals you hold for crime lords, Blake. What makes you think she desires this, much less myself?" Weiss' hand no longer rested on the revolver, her arms crossed over her chest as she examined her companion.

"I know what you want, Weiss. You want to rule. You've always wanted to rule. Everything around you must be the way you desire, the way you will it. Sure, we're just two major crime rings...but you know how much control you already hold. And how much you could hold if the Red Queen wasn't in your way. But what if she was working with you? What could you control then?!"

Weiss paused, her stance becoming less severe as she contemplated Blake's words. Blake watched with eager anticipation, her smile so wide she imagined it nearly reflected the insanity in the Red Queen's grin days ago. Weiss tilted her head back down and to the side, regarding Blake with a steady, considering stare.

"And her? You think she would be on board with my controls?"

"Oh absolutely not! But I still think you two could reach a...compromise. What she wants most, and what you want most, are not opposed ideals. They are but two sides of the same coin."

"You seem quite sure, from a single meeting," came the doubtful reply.

Blake giggled once more. "Oh Weiss...you have no idea how much the Phoenix will talk about her sister when prompted."

"...you will not be punished for your plans. But remember whose side you are on. I will not brook any betrayal. If you cross me, you will die." Weiss uncrossed her arms and turned away, her stride steady and controlled as she walked back to the nearby waiting car that held all of the documents and other accessories she felt she'd need for this meeting.

Blake smiled as Weiss walked away, watching the movement with an appreciative glance. In a quiet tone, barely audible even to her sensitive ears, she replied "Oh, fret not my Queen, I'll never betray you and what you need."


"Ruby, don't you think you should go into this with an open mind?" Yang asked, eyebrow arched, arms folded over her chest as she glowered at her sister across the backseat of the limo they were in.

Ruby was sprawled across the seat across from Yang, one hand playing idly with her pistol as the other brushed the fringes of her hair back. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'm keeping an open mind, I just don't think it'll go anywhere. It's the White Queen, Yang. If even half of what I've heard about her is true, then we already know where this'll go. She's a fucking control freak without emotion. I'm nothing but a bundle of emotion and energy. We're complete fucking opposites. She's not gonna accept that I do what I went, when I want, and fuck the rules."

Yang sighed, laying her head back against the headrest as she stretched her arms over the headrest behind her. "Yeah, she's a control freak, but she ain't stupid. She knows we've gotten nowhere and that she ain't either. You give her too little credit, little sis."

"And how do you know that, huh? I thought all you and Belladonna did was fuck in bathrooms and alleyways, when do you two have these little chats where you share all this insider information?" came Ruby's reply, voice low with a growl barely behind it, the smile on her face stretched thin.

Yang's eyes went bright red as she sat up straight, seething. "Don't you fucking go there, Ruby!"

Ruby shot up in response, glaring at Yang. "And why shouldn't I, huh? She's telling you all this shit, what have you been telling her?!"

"What, you think I'm betraying you? You think I'm telling her shit that's gonna hurt us, hurt you? That what you really think, Ruby?" Yang snarled back.

Ruby's glare faded slightly, slumping back in her seat with a sigh as the temper bled out of her. "No, I guess not. You know I trust you. I always trust you. But you're telling me really personal things, you know? I just...did you tell her the same?"

Yang snorted, her eyes fading back to lilac as she sat back again. "Personal things? Come on, Rubes. That shit you coulda figured out by reading the papers, and I know you already did. Blake knows the score and so do I. She'd side with the white bitch before me, and I'd always side with you before anyone else. Neither of us is under any delusions here."

"You'd side with the red bitch?" Ruby asked, her smile morphing to a smirk.

"Every day of the week and twice on Sunday. For breakfast at church, and then burning the church down when we're done," came the easy return.

"Hmph. Alright," before Ruby could continue, the car they were in slowed to a stop. Two taps were made on the glass separating the passenger compartment from the front, alerting the two women to their arrival at their destination. As one, the two ladies climbed out of the car, sunglasses being pulled to cover their eyes in response to the bright sunlight filtering down around them. Ruby glanced about, seeing the dozens of various members of her outfit doing their level best to not look at her and seem as busy as possible. Internally, she giggled to herself as she saw how many of them who were on guard were desperately trying to both look busy and look as though they were proper, stoic guards.

However, she knew now was not the time to play with her prey. Today, she had a new target, a new hunt to track down. Today, she had the games of politics to play, one of her least favorites if she were being honest. But oh well, maybe she'd just get to shoot the bitch. An elbow in her side made her jolt, as she turned to glance sidelong at Yang, who jerked her head towards the door to the warehouse.

"It's time, Red Queen," Yang said, her tone calm and detached, enough that the nearby guards exchanged confused looks at Yang's unusually calm demeanor. Ruby lifted one hand in the air, clenching her fist, causing everyone nearby to freeze and look over at her in trepidation.

"You know the drill. They try anything, bury them in their own blood. But if you shoot before I or the Dragon gives the word, there will be no hell you can escape to that will save you from my wrath." Ruby's tone quieted as she turned to Yang, speaking in a low tone meant only for her sister's ears. "Let's do this."


Within the building, various guards from both outfits stood across from each other, guns in hand and readied. In the center of the warehouse, a single wooden table was placed, two chairs placed opposite each other. Nothing else decorated it, just the smooth varnished surface, reflecting the wan light from the overhead fluorescent lights. The room was thick with tension, every gunman within the warehouse keeping an eye out nervously at their match across the room.

With a single synchronized motion, the two opposing doors opened, letting the bright sunlight filter in. From one side, striding in confidently came Yang, a smirk on her face as she crossed the room, leering at the woman across from her. Blake, sauntering along as if she had no care in the world, winked at Yang as she came to a halt on her side of the table, Yang taking place across from her. Both women took a moment to stand upright as the earpieces they had crackled for a moment, crossing their arms behind their back in attention as the doorways were blocked by another figure each.

Ruby, suit jacket unbuttoned and hands in pockets, casually stepped forward at a measured pace, her posture relaxed and seemingly unconcerned. But everyone in the room knew better, knew the Red Queen's reputation for never missing a single detail around her.

Opposed to her, stepping with militaristic precision came the figure of the White Queen, Weiss. Her jacket opened to reveal the black shirt beneath, hiked up enough to reveal the muscled abdominal muscles beneath. Her trademark side-ponytail held in place with a small tiara, the cold gaze she had meeting the violently burning eyes of her contemporary.

The two women stopped at the same moment, standing across the table from each other, barely a meter separating the two. All present held their breath as the two most terrifying creatures within the kingdom stood, facing each other for the first time since they became aware of the other.

A minute passed, with nary a soul willing to move as the two kept their gazes locked. The smile on Ruby's face never twitched, the dead gaze of Weiss locked on without a twitch of facial muscle. As though a signal had been lit, both pulled back their chairs and sat in a synchronous motion. As Ruby sat, Yang placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed comfortingly, Blake casually brushing her hand against Weiss' shoulder at the same time.

Ruby, sitting in her normal slouched fashion, leaned forward, resting one elbow on the table. She tilted her head to the side and lay it upon her palm, looking supremely unconcerned. "I'm not a fan of dragging things out, White Queen. Let me put my cards on the table now. Here's my question to you: why shouldn't I just blow your brains out now and save myself the trouble?"

Weiss, having sat ramrod straight, leaned forward herself in a mirror to Ruby's posture. Steepling her fingers together before her, her mouth was hidden behind her hands as her cool stare locked onto Ruby's eyes. "I intended to ask you the same question, Red Queen."

Ruby's smile grew ever so slightly. Her left hand, resting upon the table, began to idly draw nonsense patterns against the smooth varnish. "That how you wanna solve this? You versus me. Nobody else. Just us. Just us, our guns, and a dead body."

Yang's eyes widened slightly as she glanced down worriedly at her sister. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Weiss shuffling in her seat ever so slightly. The white-haired woman kept her unblinking gaze where it was, resting her clasped hands on the table. "It does seem like the only resolution between us must be a match of some kind, doesn't it?"

Blake twitched. Leaning down, she spoke quietly so only the four at the table could hear. "You two aren't even going to talk first?" a tinge of worry in her eyes that only Yang could see.

Ruby smirked. "We already did, Belladonna."

Yang started, staring down at Ruby. Her grip on her sister's shoulder tightened as she hissed "You said you never spoke to her before!"

"She did not lie to you, Dragon," Weiss replied softly, never wavering the gaze still locked onto Ruby's eyes. "I can see what she wants in her eyes. She can see what I want. This will only end with blood on the floor." Ruby gave a small nod in return, her ever present smile widening further as a tinge of madness began to creep into the tarnished silver. Weiss' gaze never changed, but then it happened. Blake, ever in tune with Weiss' moods, saw the momentary flicker. The briefest of seconds, as a single hint of a smile crossed Weiss' face.

Ruby raised her head off her palm, mirroring Weiss' clasped hands on the table. "So, seems like we know what we gotta do, huh?"

Weiss nodded. "That we do."

Blake and Yang both stood, aghast. Yang, terrified for her sister's safety, Blake, watching her plans burn down before her without any chance to interfere, neither sure how to stop the rising tension between the two. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as the two women stared each other down, every gunman in the room glancing over at their mirror in terror, nervously feathering the triggers.

Silence...dread...fear...emotions running high, everything was waiting for the spark to light perhaps the largest conflagration the kingdom had ever seen. One voice, one scream, turned the meeting into a bloodbath. From outside, a single voice shouted in terror..."FEDS!"