Here we go again, hope it doesn't suck.

Ruby was led through the door of the prison building, followed by the others from the bus. She found herself in a small completely white room, with a metal door at the far end and a hatch in the wall. She was taken up to the hatch and saw that there was a prison officer inside, and the room he was in was full of prison jumpsuits. The man looked up at the officer who was leading Ruby "Name?" he asked. "Ruby Rose." the officer answered. The man nodded and picked up a jumpsuit from a pile, before passing it through the hatch. It was orange and on the back, it said "R. Rose." and a number. The officer escorting her grabbed the jumpsuit and took Ruby through the door at the end of the room.

She found herself in what appeared to be a changing room, but without the privacy. As there were two armed guards standing there. Ruby gulped and her escort said, "Your restraints will be removed, and you will change into your new suit." Ruby stared at him "You want me to change in front of you?" she asked. He nodded "That's how things work here, we take no pleasure in this. But you have to do it." he explained. Ruby sighed as her restraints were removed.

She slowly unzipped her jumpsuit, making sure to avoid eye contact with the other people in the room. It dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. For a moment she stood there, her modesty only protected by her plain white underwear. She quickly climbed into her new jumpsuit and zipped it up to once again protect her dignity. "Restraints are going back on." the officer said and Ruby put her hands together in compliance, allowing herself to be cuffed once again. Then the guard knelt down and did the same to her ankles. "Moving on," he said as he hauled her over to the corner of that room. "You'll be waiting here for the others," he told her. Ruby sighed "So you make inmates watch other inmates change?" she asked.

The man laughed slightly "Get used to it kid, you'll see a lot more over the next 25 years. There's no privacy in this prison, and a lot of the people here don't seem to care." he told her. Ruby sighed again "Jeez, that makes me feel so much better." she said, sarcasm was rare for her. But she was far from her normal self, she was a shell of the former Ruby. "If you're expecting my sympathy, you're in the wrong place kid. You lost the right to sympathy when you killed that guy," he told her sternly. She shook her head "You're all either stupid or corrupt. I've done nothing wrong, but you keep feeding me this guilty crap."

The officer did not appreciate Ruby's attitude and her denial of any wrongdoing. The only thing that stopped him verbally tearing into her, was the opening of the door. As the next inmate was brought in. Ruby grinned slightly, knowing that she'd really pissed of the man he was wrongly blaming her for someone else's crime. She was going to have to get used to taking pleasure, from small things like that. Otherwise, she was fairly certain that she would go insane or try to kill herself.

Weiss maintained her usual stoic expression as she was led up to the hatch in the wall. Internally, she was in a state of utter confusion. What the hell was up with that blonde? Who the hell was she? Was she really flirting? Weiss had hoped to find out if she could make an ally of that mouthy wall of muscle, but she still had no clue. The blonde was probably the most aggressive person Weiss had ever encountered, but she seemed to be aiming her aggression at everyone but Weiss, the innocent looking one and the cat. She was lost in her thoughts until she heard the officer beside her say "Weiss Schnee." and grab an orange jumpsuit that was pushed through the hatch.

Weiss was deeply concerned when she looked at the jumpsuit, it had her name on it. Making it clear to everyone who couldn't tell from her looks, that she was a Schnee. They might as well, have put a target on her back. She had hoped that she may be able to conceal her identity for her own safety, but the jumpsuit dashed those hopes. The idea of allying herself with the blond brute solidified itself in her mind. If anyone could protect her, it was that destructive amazon. The big question was how she was going to secure that alliance. How low would she have to stoop? Was the thing about hooking up serious? Is that what it would take to get her onside?

Yet again, Weiss was pulled from her thoughts. This time, it was because she had been taken into a changing room. It wasn't at all fitting for a Schnee to change in such a place, especially with her present company. Unfortunately, she didn't have a choice. A fact that was made clear to her when the officer that took her into the room said: "I'm going to remove those restraints, you will get changed right here and you will not make a fuss about it." Weiss sighed and nodded "Very well."

She took a brief moment to rub her sore wrists, once the cuffs were removed. Be she quickly got on with changing, after the officer shot her a glare. She removed the jumpsuit as quickly as possible but struggled to get dressed in a timely manner. She struggled with the zipper, leaving her thinly covered breasts on display for the four officers, and the girl who was trying to subtly peek at her. Thankfully, she won out over the zipper allowing her to regain her composure and hide her shame. Weiss scowled at the officer as he put her restraints back on "Are you happy now, you disgusting pervert?" she asked. He laughed at her "Relax princess, there's nothing special about your body."

Weiss decided that taking offence, and hitting back at the officer would have been unwise. So, she held her tongue as she was dragged over to where the other inmate was. She thought about chastising the girl for watching her change, but she didn't think the officers would approve of those actions and she would also feel bad for making the girl feel any worse. That girl, the one they called Ruby Rose. Her innocent face already looked anguished, adding to those feeling would just have made Weiss feel bad. Ruby's face even seemed to put off the brutish blonde, she hadn't made any lewd comments towards her. Weiss really had to find out how a girl like Ruby ended up in a prison, a maximum-security prison for that matter.

For the third time in only a matter of minutes, Weiss was pulled out of her thoughts. This time it was thanks to a fifth prison officer entering the room, along with the Cat Faunus. Getting her first good look at her, Weiss could tell that the girl had no fight in her. She looked empty, she looked like she was dead inside. Whatever that girl had been through, clearly, it had been very traumatic.

Blake stared ahead blankly, as she was taken over to the hatch at the side of the room. Being a Belladonna made her a big target for Faunus haters, and the victims and enemies of the White Fang. So, having her name clearly displayed on her back should have worried Blake. But, she was not concerned in the slightest. If she was going to die, then so be it. That was what she deserved, she was a terrorist and she had allowed innocent people to die.

Maybe, she could antagonize the blonde. Let that musclebound killing machine end her, it would be brutal but it would get the job done. She wouldn't have to be concerned with stopping Adam if she was beaten to death. But then again, she wanted him to die first. Then she could die happy, did she deserve that though? Did she deserve to die happy, there was blood on her hands and none of those people had died happy. Unfortunately, even if Blake wanted to die. It didn't seem like the brawler would be the one to do it. For some reason, the girl who found killing to be an enjoyable pastime. Seemed more concerned with getting in her pants, than killing her.

In another world, maybe Blake would have let the blonde have what she wanted. But it wouldn't happen here, there was too much preventing that. The fact she was human was not a problem, it was everything else. She liked to kill, and she bragged about it. That difference in philosophy made the blonde as bad as, if not worse than Adam. Plus, Blake felt like she didn't deserve affection of any kind, even if it was just degrading sex. That was more than she should be allowed, she lost that right a long time ago. Blake would commit herself to her own suffering, in the same way, a monk commits to worship.

Blake was led through the door at the far end of the room with the hatch, ending up in a changing room that anyone else would find awkwardly overcrowded. But not Blake, exposing herself to these people was part of the punishment. So, once the restraints were removed. She unzipped her jumpsuit, pulled her legs out of it, and did the opposite with her new jumpsuit. The cuffs dug into her wrists and ankles as they were once again locked in place, but Blake didn't even flinch.

She took the pain, and she followed the guard over to where the Schnee and Ruby were standing. They made brief eye contact, but no words were exchanged. The silence in the room was shattered, as the door burst open. One prison officer was shoved into the wall, while another fought to keep control of the uncooperative blonde. The two armed guards in the room ran over, helping to subdue the girl. She stopped fighting when she spotted Blake, shooting her a wink before she was beaten onto her knees.

Yang grinned "So, Kitty Cat is a Belladonna. I've never been with a terrorist before." she told the officers that were dragging her to the hatch in the wall. "What's wrong with you?" one of the officers asked. Yang laughed "I haven't had any action in a while, so unless your going to get on your knees and start licking my pussy. I'm gonna have to find myself someone here, and Blake seems like a dirty girl." she said. The officers both shook their heads and groaned. "You're about to start a life sentence, stop making a joke of everything and trying to sleep with the other inmates."

Yang winked at him "I didn't say anything about sleeping." In response, he sighed and shook his head. When they reached the hatch, the man inside looked at the officer. "Name?" he asked. But before the officer could answer, Yang butted in "Yang Branwen, and don't forget it. I own this place." The man on the other side of the hatch did not appreciate the attitude, but he seemed genuinely scared of how Yang would react. So, he just pushed her jumpsuit through the hatch. "You got one in yellow? I don't do orange." Yang asked. One of the officers sighed, not being able to cope with the chaotic inmate. "No, we don't do yellow jumpsuits," he said.

Yang frowned "You knew I was coming, I expect a yellow jumpsuit in the next 5 seconds. Or, I'm gonna become a lot harder to handle." she threatened. The officers looked worried, and as soon as the five seconds had passed. Yang started throwing her weight around. They had to wrestle with her to reach the far end of the room, and she shoved one of them with enough force to send him flying into the wall. Two more people started wrestling with Yang, in this room. She was enjoying the fight, but she developed an appetite for something else when she spotted Blake. She stopped fighting and winked at her next conquest before she was knocked to the ground.

Yang had two guns pointed at her, as her restraints were removed. "I'm not going to try anything, it would ruin the moment. I can't pass up an opportunity to get the girls out for Blake," she said before tearing open her jumpsuit. She was serious about giving Blake a show, so she grabbed her bra and tore it off. Exposing her bare chest to everyone. "Like what you see?" she asked. Blake said nothing but an officer shouted at Yang "God Damn It, put yourself away and get in that jumpsuit now!" Yang pouted and got dressed "Fine, but that's the last time I listen to you. You Fucking Prude!"

The butt of a rifle shut the raging blonde up. It took 2 guards to drag her away, as the other inmates were led into the next room.

Ruby was deeply shocked by the blonde, but not for the reason most people would assume. True, Ruby didn't appreciate the sudden exposure to nipples. But she was more concerned with the name on the jumpsuit, she had only seen brief flashes of it between the blondes multiple outbursts. It said "Y. Branwen."

It had to be a coincidence, didn't it? There was no way she was related to Uncle Qrow. Ruby needed to know if she was related to Qrow. Then maybe she knew more about her dad's mysterious first wife. Uncle Qrow's sister wasn't Ruby's mother, but it didn't mean she wasn't curious. The two men in Ruby's family always dodged the subject. All that Ruby knew was that her dad had been married to another woman before Summer Rose, and something bad had happened with her. If only this new Branwen, wasn't a terrifying, unhinged maniac.

Whether Ruby was going to question the girl or not, it wasn't the appropriate time to hold discussions. That was because the four new inmates were being taken through the cell block, to their cells. They were being watched by the prisoners already in their cells, as they walked through the vast atrium.

"You lost little girl?!"

"Where's your mommy?!"

"I want those pretty eyes staring up at me!"

"Ooh, fresh meat!"

Ruby was intimidated, by the questions and comments from the inmates. But she just blanked them, she kept her head pointing straight ahead and down. If TV and movies had taught Ruby anything, it was that prisoners like to taunt and intimidate new inmates. She tried to prepare herself for it, but any sane person would find it hard to ignore potentially threatening shouts from the occupants of a maximum-security prison. The comments about her mother though, they didn't intimidate her. They infuriated and upset her, memories from the night Summer Rose died, flashed through her head.

Summer Rose was a soldier, but she didn't die on the frontlines. In fact, she was on leave when she was killed. She left 4-year-old Ruby at home with her dad, while she went shopping. She finished her shopping, but as she went to pay for her purchases. An armed robber entered the grocery store. Summer used her training, to try and fight the guy off. She almost succeeded, but the man's shotgun went off as they wrestled over it. Unfortunately, the weapon had been pointed as Summer's head when it went off. Needless to say, the ceiling, several shelves, and a traumatized shopkeeper. Were sprayed with the poor woman's brains. The robber escaped and was very caught. At the time, Ruby was too young to understand what had happened. But her dad wasn't, he drank himself to the verge of death. So, for years after that. Ruby was brought up by her Uncle Qrow.

With all the taunting, Ruby just wanted to cry and scream. But that would show weakness, and as much as it hurt to contain her emotions. Ruby could not show weakness, the other inmates would destroy her mentally and physically if they saw her weakness. She kept her emotions in lockdown, not even letting them out when she was standing outside her new cell. There was a brief reprieve from her dark thoughts when she noticed that the cell was large and contained 2 bunk beds. Ruby would be sharing the cell, and she had a fairly good idea of who she would be sharing with. Should she be worried?

Weiss was disgusted by the blonde's lack of shame. She hoped that she wouldn't have to stoop to that level in order to get the blonde on her side, there was no way a Schnee could behave in such a manner. For a crime family, the Schnees were very conservative. She would be disowned or even worse if she was caught acting like the blonde or even considering it. However, if that was what the blonde demanded of her. Then she would do it, but only because nobody would mess with her if she had that creature defending her.

Weiss felt dirty, just thinking about the depravity that might ensue thanks to the blonde. But as usual, that was not made visible to anyone. Her face remained devoid of emotion and she strode across through the cell block, like the dignified woman she was meant to be. She looked straight ahead, not wanting to risk making eye contact. With the caged monsters that surrounded her. They were taunting, and threatening, and flirting. But Weiss would not respond or react at all.

"Holy Shit, A Schnee!"

"You're dead Schnee!"

"You can use my face anytime, beautiful!"

"Daddy not bail you out?!"

Weiss did not feel the least bit safe or confident, she was terrified and certain that people were already preparing shanks to stick in her back. A Schnee did not belong in prison, not just because they were too good for it. But because Jacques Schnee, had wronged so many people since he took over from Nicholas Schnee. That, just about everyone on Remnant had an axe to grind with them. She was not her father, but that meant nothing to most people. Just being born a Schnee put you in grave danger, being the direct descendant of Jacques meant that Weiss was basically a walking target. The prison should already have her grave dug, her chances of seeing out her whole sentence were slim to none.

Weiss tried to take her mind off her own mortality, and impending doom. So, she started thinking about the girl in front of her. She was being harassed about as much, as Weiss herself was. But impressively, she appeared to be maintained her composure. Weiss didn't believe that Ruby could be guilty, but she did believe that the girl had lost her innocence. The longer she had the girl in her thoughts, the more intrigued she became. The name Rose also seemed vaguely familiar. But, there were probably many different Rose families, and Ruby could be from any of them. So even if Weiss remembered why the name sounded familiar, it was probably nothing to do with the girl she was currently looking at. That wouldn't stop Weiss from trying though, she needed something to occupy her mind.

Ruby and the prison officer escorting her stopped outside an empty cell. Weiss guessed that they would be parting ways at this point, but she was quickly proven wrong. She was also taken to the same cell, that's when she saw that it was meant for 4 people. Well, that wasn't what Weiss had in mind. But, it would make getting to know Ruby and forging an alliance with the brute much easier.

Blake's body tingled as the deepest depths of her mind went crazy for the blonde, she had to forcefully remind herself. That the time for those thoughts and feelings had gone. That she was not allowed to lust for something, that she was not allowed sexual gratification anymore. Those were things that only good innocent people deserved to feel and experience. She also had to remind herself, that just because the blonde was attractive. She was still an amoral agent of chaos, with a love of violence and murder.

The one good thing about the blonde was that she distracted Blake from her thoughts about Adam and the aftermath of his attack on the train. A break from the trauma and the guilt was something Blake considered to be a luxury that she should not be afforded. But with the blonde around, it was impossible to hold on to those thoughts. The brief break from her own personal hell, allowed Blake to think more clearly about things. That's when she realized why the blonde seemed so familiar.

There was a legendary figure in Vale's underworld. Said to have killed hundreds with just her hands, and to be completely invincible. She was meant to have long flowing locks of impossibly golden hair, and lilac irises that seemed to go red when she was angry. That person's name was Yang Branwen. The daughter and enforcer, of the also legendary. Raven Branwen. The Branwen Tribe was an organisation steeped in mystery, they committed every crime imaginable and they had a brutal philosophy. The weak die, the strong survive.

That explained a lot about the blonde. The fact her jumpsuit said "Y. Branwen" and the way she acted, and the things she said. They all matched up perfectly. One of, if not the single most dangerous person in the whole of Remnant, had been flirting with Blake. The woman who could walk unarmed into a building full of heavily armed and highly trained killers, and walk out of a building full of corpses, without a scratch on her. She was trying to get in Blake's pants, not trying to bludgeon her to death. Blake was sure that anyone else in her position, would be grateful for the mercy. Personally, she didn't know how to feel. Was it a blessing or a curse?

Blake was brought back to reality, by the sound of inmates shouting at her. She didn't bother looking at them, just looking forward to avoiding plowing into the back of the Schnee. Blake may not have been looking at the inmates, but she was listening. Allowing them to shower her with insults and threats, allowing their words to sink in. That was the treatment she deserved, that's the way scum should be treated.

"No pets allowed!"

"Get that cat out of here!"

"Die White Fang Scum!"

"Death to the Belladonna Bitch!"

Nobody really welcomes insults, well pretty much nobody does. Blake was one of those rare people who welcomed being insulted. Well, she hadn't always felt that way, but in her current mental state. She took the insults like a flagellant takes a whipping. Willingly enduring them, as a reminder of her misdeeds, her crimes, and her failures. Lacking faith in the existence of an afterlife, Blake would have to endure the punishment for her sins in this life. Eternal damnation was what she deserved, but this was as close as she could get.

Blake's thoughts of self-destruction and hate, momentarily dissipated. As she found herself standing outside a 4 person cell. It seemed that she'd have company in this mortal hell, she would be going through it with a corrupted Innocent, a Schnee, and the Devil's Daughter.

Yang was still slightly dazed, from her encounter with the rifle. But she had an audience to play to, as she walked through the cell block. She was proud of herself, after successfully exposing herself to Blake. She was also pleased to be behind the Cat Faunus, because although the jumpsuit was baggy. It clung to her in all the right places, allowing Yang to thoroughly appreciate the view from behind. Unfortunately, she also needed to react to her loving audience. Some of them admired her, some lusted for her, some hated her. But all of them would soon be her minions, and she would be their queen. If they had a problem with that then she would introduce them to her knuckles, and every other hard part of her body.

"Sup bitches, you're queen has arrived!" she shouted happily. As expected, there was a mixed response to Yang's claim to prison royalty. Some cheered and whooped for her, those who knew her name and respected her chanted it. The people who didn't know who she was, either stayed silent or hurled the usual threats and insults. Finally, and most pleasing for Yang. Her enemies, the people she'd get to kill first, shouted threats some of which she would be proud of.

"I'm gonna wear your skin Branwen!"

"I'll tear out your spine, and beat you to death with it!"

"I'm gonna cut you open and eat your heart in front of you!"

"I'll slice your head off, and drink blood from the stump!"

Yang made sure to make eye contact with those people, she winked and smiled at them all. While making a mental note of what they looked like and what they said they would do. See, Yang had a nasty habit of taking threats and turning them around on people. With those methods of death stored in her sadistic mental catalogue, Yang shouted back at her future victims "Thanks for the ideas! Can't wait to use them on you bitches! I'll get off to those mental images! See you soon!"

Strangely, people went quiet when they knew they were doomed. Threatening Yang Branwen was a terrible idea. So far, nobody had done it and lived. It was strange to think that getting beaten to death was the nicest way to be killed by Yang. The things she did to the people who threatened her, war notoriously gruesome. Witnesses and police officers alike often killed themselves after discovering these crime scenes. Just the mental image of what Yang did, was something that many people couldn't live with. Basically, the inmates who had threatened Yang would be better of killing themselves now, than letting her get hold of them.

Yang thought back to all the lessons her mother had taught her when she was growing up. She was taught that the only the strong deserved to live. She was taught that revenge is the only way to deal with someone who wrongs you. She was taught to make her enemies suffer and to kill them ruthlessly. The last lesson she learned from her mother, was that she should enjoy killing and understand that it is necessary for survival. That was an important lesson, because in the past. Yang had some doubts about the morality of her actions and felt bad for killing people. It took a lot of effort for Yang to truly accept her mother's teachings, but now there was no doubt in her mind that killing was both fun and necessary. Though that didn't mean she couldn't have fun in other ways, hence her interest in Blake and to some extent Weiss.

She couldn't stop smiling when she found out that she would be sharing a cell with her fellow new arrivals. "This is gonna be so much fun," she said as her mind filled with her most depraved thoughts, although they only involved the monochrome pair. Her mind simply would not let her think that way about Ruby, it deeply confused her. There had to be something special about that girl, and she felt like she had to ensure her safety. She couldn't help feeling, that her time in prison was going to be both fun and interesting.

Raven really did a number on Yang's mind, this is going to be fun. For me at least.