Chapter 5: A new arsenal
With a brand new set of clothes, and a brand new outlook, Trifa was feeling pretty good all things considered. Now all she needed was a weapon of some description…
Luckily, Roman had a contact for that too. The guy who had made his cane was called Jace and they were on his way to his place now. She had never had a custom made weapon before, like those Beacons students she had seen swinging them about the place. She was ecstatic. It could literally be anything she wanted!
A knife revolver!
A rapier!
A shotgun!
A war-hammer! Snuff that one out Trifa, your not exactly very strong.
That was the only restriction. She was actually relatively weak for a Faunus her age, so swinging around a huge axe or hammer wouldn't do her any favours.
If anything, she probably wouldn't even be capable of lifting it.
"So, any ideas? I plan to be in and out as quick as possible."
"I'm not sure… There's so many different choices I could make."
"For someone your size and strength, I would recommend something small, that doesn't restrict your movement, and allows quick and fluid attacks. It's up to you though."
Maybe a whip or something? So many choices… They were going to be spending a long time in here at this rate.
I hope Torch doesn't mind.
They pulled up outside what appeared to be a old garage.
"This doesn't look like a weapons shop…"
"It's not exactly legal what he's doing here."
"Oh."
They both walked in, and were greeted with a rather unpleasant looking man with a lot of tattoos and a lot of piercings. He looked like the type of person which mothers told their kids about so they wouldn't get out of bed at night.
"What do you want?" He said very gruffly.
Roman pointed to Trifa. "She needs a new weapon."
"Come on through then girlie."
Trifa decided not to comment on the fact that he called her "girlie." She followed him into the dirty workshop.
It was definitely not as neat or organised as Greg's place had been, there was an anvil sitting in the middle of the room, and a bunch of of weapons that had already been made were hanging on the walls.
"Let's get started then."
"Can I have a bit of time to look first?"
"Fine. Don't spend too long looking."
She wondered what to choose. She definitely wanted a ranged and melee option, that was certain.
A bow and arrow would be nice, but the thought of having to constantly carry it around on her back was a big no.
Two knife revolvers would have to do. If she asked nice enough, he might put a design of a spider on it.
Do what we do best
Junior was getting ready to open his club for the night. Every since the battle of Beacon, business hadn't been great. That was probably due to all the people that had been killed. They had just hid in here while the Grimm swarmed Vale.
If he didn't make enough money to keep his club open, they might have to close it down and leave Vale. It was a scary, but very likely possibility.
Two of his men walked forward and opened the doors, signalling that it was open. Melanie and Milita stood next to Junior, as they waited to see if anyone would come in.
Surprisingly, someone did.
Neo came striding up to Junior. She drew out her scroll and set it down in front of him. On it were two girls Junior had never seen before. One was of a girl in red swinging a scythe, and the other one one was of a women in a red dress.
"Do you want me to-"
She pointed at them again. Her face was rather passive.
"Look, I've never seen those two before, okay? Now, do you want to buy a drink, or-"
She picked up her scroll and shoved it in his face.
"I already told you! I've never-"
She drew her parasol out of her pocket, and pointed the blade at him.
"Woah, calm down. I can't help you, okay?"
Neo's face turned to one of extreme frustration, and she drew the blade back, only for the twins to start advancing on her. Neo turned to them, put her blade back into her parasol, and readied herself.
The twins made the first move, as Melanie tried to kick Neo in the face. Junior quickly stepped back and ran to find his rocket launcher.
Neo felt a wave of anger rush through her. This was supposed to be her guy, who would tell her everything she needed to know. Maybe killing his two bouncers would help jog his memory a bit.
Milita lashed out with her claws, which Neo deflected with ease. Melanie came in from the side, and Neo countered her strike with a kick to the stomach. She jumped over their heads, and proceeded to punch Milita in the face, before countering a double team attack with a perfectly timed block, and another kick to the head.
With both the twins down, Neo took this opportunity to put her blade to Melanie's throat, and slowly pulled her back up. Melanie tried to fight out, but Neo pressed down, drawing a thin line of blood.
Neo slowly drew her finger across her throat, signalling what would happen to her if Milita tried to attack.
"Junior already told you! He doesn't know where they are! Why are you doing this?"
Neo simply smiled, a cruel, devoid of any happiness smile.
Junior remerged from the back, drawing his weapon, and fired at Neo, who let go and rolled to the side. Gritting her teeth, she began running over to him, dodging his follow up shots. Just as she was about to jump him, one of Junior's henchmen, they had all been hiding during the fight, bravely ran up to her and swung, catching her off guard and sending her through a table. She quickly jumped back up, and she very simply threw her blade at him, killing him instantly.
Junior's expression went from shock to anger as he charged at Neo, hitting her twice, before Neo brought up her parasol, knocking it out of his hand. She slid beneath his legs, grabbed her blade, and before he could react, she leapt on him, bringing him to the ground, and just as she was about to kill him, the twins reentered the fight. Neo leapt back to avoid their strikes, and she picked up a bottle of alcohol that was lying on a table, and threw it at them.
The twins were able to dodge it, but Junior was too slow, getting hit in the face with it, blinding him for a second, and when he did regain his vision, he found a blade sticking through his stomach.
Melanie and Milita looked on in horror as Junior fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
"JUNIOR!"
Neo snarled at them, causing them both to back away in fear. She stabbed him again, and this time he didn't make a noise.
Neo wiped the blood off her hands, and turned to face the twins, but they were both gone. The henchmen had fled too.
Looking down at herself, Neo took in what she had just done. Killed a man simply because he didn't know something.
But she didn't care. Now Roman was gone, there was no one left to hold her back. Roman would've stopped her from doing that, he didn't kill people for stupid reasons like that. Now she could let all the pain, all the suffering she had endured, onto other people.
Despite what she had just done, she couldn't have felt any better in that moment.
It was so good, she wanted to laugh.
So she did. Sat herself down the ground and laughed loudly, the first time she had in so many years. It grew in pitch and volume, until she had practically turned into a psychopath. But then she immediately broke down into tears, because she still had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Junior was her only hope of finding Cinder and Ruby, and now he was dead.
Curling her knees up to her chest, she continued to sob.
Do what we do best
Melanie and Milita were running as far away from the club as they could. They were in a state of shock after what had just happened. Seeing Junior dying in front of them like that, after what had just happened…
The two of them turned into a alleyway, and Melanie sank down to the ground, and burrowed her face in her hands. Milita looked around the corner, like she was almost expecting Neo to be standing there, parasol in hand, with a sadistic smile on her face.
"Why did she do that?" Melanie sobbed. "Why?" She took her face out of her hands, and there were tears on her face. "Why?"
"I don't know." Milita could already feel herself breaking down, but she had to stay strong for her twin.
"He didn't know, and then she just…" Melanie broke down into full on crying. Milita knelt down next to her, and pulled her twin into a strong hug.
"What are we going to do now?"
Milita began to cry too, sobbing into her twins shoulder.
"I don't know Melanie, I don't know."
Do what we do best
"Is he not even going to bother to say goodbye?" Roman asked when Trifa walked out. She was now carrying two daggers, with a revolver form built into the both of them. They did have a custom design of a spider engraved on the both of them. Jace had looked like he had wanted to tear her head off when she asked if he could add them, but he obliged.
"Doesn't seem like it."
Roman shrugged and opened the car door.
"Wait, aren't you going to pay him?"
"If he's not going to have basic manners, then he doesn't deserved to be paid."
They got into the car and drove off. Jace watched them go, before a realisation struck him.
"I didn't get paid did I?"
Do what we do best
"So, what now?" Trifa asked, as they drove through Vale.
"We need to get out of this city. Mistral would be the best place to go. Vacuo's conditions are far too extreme, and Atlas… well, you know."
She did know. Yuma had told her that his mum, dad and sister had all been involved in the Faunus labour. His sister had died when a section of the cave had come tumbling down.
And then there was Ilia…
Oh gods, Ilia. She hadn't even thought about her since she left. She silently prayed she was okay.
"-sneaking on a boat might be possible, but we would have to- Stop daydreaming and listen!"
"Sorry! I got lost in my thoughts again."
"You really need to stop doing that."
"That's only-"
"Anyway, we could sneak onto a boat, but I would need to disguise myself somehow. Your not a public figure, so you'd be fine."
"How are you going to disguise yourself?"
"I'll probably have to take off my hat, get some hair dye, and remove my eyeliner. That should do. I hope."
"I thought criminal masterminds like yourself never left anything to chance."
"Archane, it looks like I won't have a choice. If you wouldn't mind, go and look up some boat trips. We'll need to be leaving as soon as possible."
He handed his scroll to her.
She began to look up trips. "Okay, there's one leaving tomorrow at three o'clock. Do you think-"
The car stopped suddenly. Roman was looking out a window at a shop.
It was titled Jake's barbers. It looked abandoned.
"A barbers would have hair dye, right?"
"I guess."
Roman parked the car on a kerb, and got out.
"Let's find out."
Do what we do best
Rest in peace Junior. Taken out by a blonde girl, killed by a ice cream girl.
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