The screen began to bubble and boil as the familiar silver door rose from it's depths, the thick purple chains corroding and breaking apart as the door opened up and bathed everything in dark purple.
From the tainted light, came a single red eye that glared at the screen before the door slammed shut and everything became static, a crumbling rose symbol appearing every so often as the title began to form.
The Ruinverse: Chapter Twelve, Burning Vengeance.
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-Remnant, Anima, Wind Path-
It was a quiet day in the Anima mountains, snow covering the tops as a deep valley loomed in the center of a pair of mountains, about a few miles across in every direction and home to a rather small city in the center of it.
Within this city, protected from the Creatures of Grimm by thick stone walls a mile high, several smaller buildings, each one similar in structure as Vale's skyline but drastically shorter and with a more 'traditional' Mistrali feel to the architecture, loomed over the rather small streets below.
As the camera zoomed towards a large pillar like structure towards the west side of the city, one covered with black glass panels and a single Sea Feilong animatronic-like billboard wrapped around it in an attack stance, it carefully entered a small hotel suite with a pink master bed, a pink desk table and white wooden chairs near the main table and near the window.
Within this particular chair, was a short fair skinned woman with long black hair with lighter streaks that was styled in a twin tail with white bows and long bangs, green eyes, a D cup chest and small ass, wearing a sleeveless black blouse that exposed her midriff with white frills on the chest and collar, a black ribbon bow hanging from the front of the collar, medium-length black armbands on both of her wrists, a white belt, a knee-length skirt, white leg warmers, large thick white socks and black shoes with a triple tomoe emblem on the soles, who was currently eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream with a smile on her face.
On the nearby wall was a long black umbrella with a transparent pinkish white lace fabric, red and brown edges, and a curved handle, which seemed to shimmer a little from the lighting as the short girl continued to eat her ice cream.
She licked her lips while taking another spoonful of vanilla, only to realize her right leg was twitching, making her stop and hold it with both hands, making it stop as she frowned and gritted her teeth a little.
But as she looked upon her own leg with discomfort, she didn't notice the red dot appearing on her head until it was-
WOOOSH!
BOOM!
Too late as a massive explosion hit the hotel room, causing fire and ice crystals to form all over the building as it's foundation was destroyed in the process, allowing the building to crumble under its own weight.
(Elsewhere)
On top of a nearby rooftop, about a mile from the hotel, a figure looked upon the destruction, their eyes looking upon a scope and keeping an eye upon the crumbling ruins of Wind Path's most popular hotel.
"..." they looked around, the camera mimicking the viewpoint of the figure's perception, as flames and broken metal shards flew in every direction. "..."
As the dust settled, the figure noticed a small set of purple glass like panels forming near the now ruined entranceway as the figure, now 'glitching' in and out of reality, stumbled out with terror filled eyes.
"...knew it."
(With the girl)
The short girl stumbled, her left leg cut and her attire ripped from falling debris and crystals, away from the flames as her body developed purple cracks and used her umbrella as a cane for support.
Crack...
Crack…
As the girl made it a few feet away from ground zero, which was covered in dust, broken cars and the occasional dead body, her body started to heal using her aura and her mind started to wander...for who would try to blow her up with...whatever weapon they used on her!?
Images swam in her mind, each one indicating a particular person or persons of interest, from Valeian crime families, assassins from the Spider organization, Huntsmen looking for a bounty on her head...but all of them were quickly dissipated from her concerns, knowing no one knew her location or her identity outside a very select few individuals.
WOOSH!
BOOM!
She went wide eyed as a large Dust tipped rocket raced towards her, making her use her umbrella like a shield as it detonated on impact, causing lighting and steam to form around her and paralyze her in the process.
Clank.
Clank.
Clank.
"I finally found you." said a voice from the steam, the girl confused and trying to find a way of escape, as the clanking of heels against a cobbled road echoed in the green eyed girl's ears. "After four long years, I tracked you down, you shortstack freak."
The girl looked around, the clanking growing louder and louder as she felt her body regaining its stability and movement, allowing her to raise her umbrella up and point it upwards, as if to hit the person trying to take her life before they got towards her face.
But as suddenly as the clanking appeared...it suddenly stopped, like a record being stopped mid song, making the girl's hairs stand on end in instinctive fear.
WOOSH!
BOOM!
Only for another rocket to go flying towards her, hitting her right in the back and causing her to go flying, flames eating away at her clothes before suddenly shattering into purple glass, revealing that she was fine and was currently far away from the steam and in an alleyway, her lips forming a smirk of arrogance in the process.
"That won't work, Trivia." said the voice, still sounding cold as ice, as the girl went wide eyed and was hit in the face by a black gauntlet to the face, causing her to skid across the ground and crash into a garbage can. "I know everything about you."
The girl tried to get up, but felt her nose bleeding from the punch and touched it with her right hand, all the while a shadow loomed behind her.
"I know how you were trained by Beatrix Browning, ex headmistress of Lady Brownings' Preparatory Academy For Girls, I know how you killed your own family after trying to become Vale's criminal empire. I know how you killed for the thrill, the excitement." the voice said while the girl quickly turned around and tried to stab them with a hidden blade, only for a cyan barrier to form in front of the blade and block it.
CRACK!
CRUNCH!
Which led to the figure grabbing the girl by the neck and throwing her right down the alleyway, breaking several wooden walls in the process as the figure moved towards the girl, seemingly floating above the ground.
"I know everything, Trivia...or should I say."
Crack!
SHATTER!
And like that, the girl's appearance changed drastically into her true form, a short fair skinned woman with short pink and brown hair with white streaks on the pink side of the hair, a pale pink right eye and a whitish brown left eye which seems to alternate between the three colors in different color mixes and transitions every few seconds, green eyeshadow, a C cup chest and small ass, wearing a white cropped wide broad tailed jacket with a pink interior, a pink collar, a single pink button, large pink cuffs on her sleeves, several black beaded necklaces haphazardly hanging around her neck, a curved brown corset that exposed her hips, a dark belt with a gray buckle, an black narrow belt under the first belt, black gloves, brown pants, a black and white spat styled under the knee boot on her left leg, and dark pink and black prosthetic leg with a single sharp spike in place of a heel and covered in brown triple tomoe symbols near the knee and ankles, in a shower of 'glass' shards, her body bleeding and covered in burns and scorched clothing.
"Neopolitan." the figure said while raising their right arm out and fired several green vine like tendrils at the criminal, the earth breaking from the quick overgrowth of flora, and slammed into the bloodied multicolored girl.
BAM!
CRASH!
BOOM!
Destroying several buildings in the process as Neopolitan felt her ribs getting broken and repainted by her aura, which was slowly running on empty.
"Weak. And here I thought you were the most deadly killer on Remnant, the stories were too exaggerated." The figure taunted before seeing the girl run towards them and attempted to slash her with the umbrella's blade, but again, the cyan barrier appeared over the figure and blocked it. "Really? Don't you have common sense? This is Hard Light Dust, that umbrella isn't going to cut it."
But Neopolitan, now in survival mode and her programming fully activated, took the taunt as a sign of authority, and she hated authority, especially this stranger.
SLASH!
BASH!
The figure frowned before firing a purple blast of gravity at Neopolitan, sending her flying as a bolt of yellow energy hit the girl as well, allowing for every metal object to get charged with magnetic attraction and fly towards the shortstack like bullets.
Her eyes paled before quickly dodging each one, getting grazed in the process, as the figure fired a blast of bright orange laced obsidian glass shards at Neopolitan, hitting her in the face and stunning her while the figure aimed a red scope at her face.
"Taste pain." they said before firing a dark orange Dust boulder at Neopolitan, went flying through an apartment building and went crashing into the city square, right near the bronze statue of an upright Ursa.
Neopolitan panted in pain, her aura nearly gone and her umbrella's lace tearing a little in a few places, the people looking at her in shock and confusion as blood dripped from the cut on her forehead, obscuring her now pink left eye.
And what she saw made her blood run cold as the figure, revealed to be a tall fair skinned young woman with long bright golden hair that was tied into a long ponytail by a black bandana with pale gold tips and a cowlick sticking out at the top, lilac eyes, a E cup chest and wide ass, a black red lined robotic prosthetic right arm with pale green, green, black, yellow, bright orange and cyan Dust crystals implanted into the fingers, knuckles and palms by clear sea glass coverings at acted like nails for the fingers, wearing a black long sleeved leather jacket with red and blue Dust thread lining and was unzippered halfway to expose her red crop top, a single short red sleeve on her left arm with jagged triangles on the black cuff that folded inwards towards the elbow, a thick pointed collar that covered her neck and hid her sides in the shape of a striking cobra's jaw, a black vest with red lining, thick cyan Dust lining on the sides and shoulders of the jacket and vest, three long red trimmed triangular tails that hung from her jacket and went down to her knees, a black gauntlet with jagged iron triangle points on her left arm, a red mid forearm length fingerless glove with a long black cuff, four crooked black belts with red lining strapped across her hips with various pockets, bullets, Dust crystals and small firearms hanging from magnetic circles hidden within the metallic fabric itself, thick yet slim black pants that was lined with thin interlocking yellow and red Dust threads, triangular red armor plating on the sides and knees, thick red armored plated black high heeled boots with a red heel and lined with black and yellow Dust coated fibers, a single orange scarf wrapped around the neck and danged downwards like a snake's tongue, and holding a long black red lined sniper rifle like cannon with black, yellow, red, cyan, dark orange, green, blue, pale green, white, dark blue, pale blue, and bright orange Dust crystals placed within a see through glass revolver like canister located right near the trigger, a red glass scrope on the left side and three red leg-like tripod near the front of the muzzle coated in serrated black blades, in her left hand, who was floating above the ground using Gravity Dust powered high heels and glaring at the criminal with intense hatred.
"You really are a tough cookie to kill." she said while Neopolitan stumbled to her feet, seeing the woman moving her weapon to the side and flew quickly towards the criminal, bashing her right on the face with the serrated blades. "But I'll remedy that."
Neopolitan silently yelped in pain and touched the now gashed face with her left hand, making her pale seeing the blood as the woman raised her right hand up, the black and yellow Dust-like nails glowing brightly, and started firing balls of purplish yellow energy at her.
BAM!
BAM!
ZAP!
As she jumped away from the balls of energy, she noticed that her metal leg was getting pulled right towards the blonde woman and right into the path of her right fist.
POW!
Breaking her nose in the process as the blonde used her weapon as a blunt object, only to miss as the criminal used the momentum to twist around the weapon and kick the assailant in the face.
CLANG!
Only to hit the same cyan colored barrier as before.
"Pathetic." The woman frowned as the red and blue lining in her clothing began to glow brightly as thick heavy steam enveloped the area, making both Neopolitan and the denizens of Wind Path unable to see anything at all.
The shorter criminal quickly turned her head from side to side, looking for any trace of the enemy that knew her true identity, only to see a Dust tipped rocket flying towards her-
BOOOM!
Sending her flying through the stature, destroying it in the process, and into the side of a nearly destroyed dance club, her aura now completely shattered as her left arm was torn to shreds by the shrapnel and ice shards.
She panted heavily, now terrified beyond what a normal human should feel like, tried to move but found that her robotic leg was destroyed in the explosion along with her now missing left leg, making her life flash before her eyes as the red clad woman hovered towards her.
"You." said the woman while the screen began to gain static and reddened gitch-like patterns, only noticeable to Neopolitan herself as she saw the life she had up until this moment.
From her family taking care of her in their own ignorant methods to finding the 'dum-dum' that brought her freedom, memories raced through her eyes before a single moment hit her like a bullet, one...that brought chills down her spine.
"You." said the woman while the right side of her body glitched, revealing a much younger woman with a brighter colored attire and twin yellow gauntlets on each arm, glaring at her. "You have no idea who I am don't you?"
She started to hyperventilate as the glitches morphed the woman even further, revealing a bloodied stump of a right arm along with pure red eyes in the process as she moved closer to the criminal.
"You must be so damn proud of yourself, killing without impunity while others suffer your misbehaving actions." she growled while using her robotic right arm to grab Neopolitan by the throat. "Well, news flash! It doesn't work that way! You either get punished or you don't start trouble! And you started trouble, the day you met me!"
As the girl gasped for air, the blonde woman started to smirk, a devious and almost demented smirk, in her pain.
"Oh, how I'm going to enjoy this moment. But first, you deserve a name, despite being a fucking bitch." she growled while leaning in closer to Neopolitan's left ear, the club now abandoned due to the carnage. "The names Yang."
CRUNCH!
And just like that, without remorse or pity, the woman severed the connection between the girl's neck and her brain, ending her instantly as the blonde dropped her to the ground like a puppet.
"Yang Branwen." she said with a demented grin before she started to kick the dead body with her feet, repressed anger and unresolved anguish finally being transferred upon a 'suitable' target.
KICK!
CRUNCH!
KICK!
CRACK!
"HOW DOES IT FEEL!" she yelled while her eyes turned bloody red. "HOW DOES IT FEEL BEING KILLED BY A BIMBO!? WELL, HOW DOES IT FEEL BITCH! SLUT! MONSTER!"
As the woman kept on kicking the still warm body of Neopolitan, the rush of adrenaline and positive emotions slowly but surely were replaced with a single question.
What should I do now?
The woman slowly stopped kicking the body and stood over the mangled body, contemplating that single question, one that she buried in her heart for many years.
From this moment of self reflection, contemplating and carefully analyzing each move and plan she had ever created in the four years and came to a conclusion most bleak.
She had no plans after the death of Neopolitan, no life to return to...no nothing.
Thinking back upon those years, from the events of Mountain Glenn to this current moment, made her realize something that made her fall to her knees, dropping her weapon in the process. That one realization, one that not only affected her but all of Remnant itself.
She was more a monster then the girl she just killed, for in her four years, she killed millions of humans and faunus alike, stole technology and Dust from various Kingdoms, including Atlas, to fuel her vendetta, and...to her deepest shock, pushed her friends and sister away, ruining them in the process.
Blake...leader of Menagerie, abandoned and scared by a buckshot blast to the right face.
Weiss...head of the SDC, pushed away and wheelchair bound in a raid gone bloodied.
Ruby...new headmistress upon Ozpin's assassination by the blonde's hand, lost track of time.
'I...I...oh gods...I...I became…' Yang thought while unresponsive, even when the Mistrali and Valeian police forces began to surround the club.
"You are surrounded." called out a voice that made Yang's blood run cold, for it came from a short fair skinned young woman with long black hair with red tips held together into a flame-like ponytail by a purple bandana, silver eyes, a D cup chest and large ass, wearing a red long sleeved black trimmed blouse with a high collar that was pointed outwards like flames, a black overbust corset with red serrated lacing, a black choker, a knee length red skirt with a black flame-like tulle, two black silver buckled belts hanging from the sides of her hips with several slim gray pouches attached to them, slim gray rose like shoulder guards and greaves, red fingerless gloves, a long deep red cloak that went down to her legs like a scarf and had cyan colored Dust laced into the fabric, two gray cross shaped pins connected to the cloak and attached to the collar, a large red gauntlet that went from the fingers to above the elbow of the left hand, several black magnetic clips on the gauntlet that held a massive red and white scythe to them with little effort, thick red stockings with several red rose emblems on the sides, red knee high combat boots with red laces and a single red sole, and a column of bullets hanging from the right shoulder guard by a magnetic clip, who was holding a pair of Hardlight Dust cuffs in her left hand. "Put your hands up or we will open fire on you." 'I'm sorry Yang, but you left me no choice.'
'A...monster…'
Click.
Click.
Click.
"Put your hands up or we will open fire on you, Yang Branwen!" Ruby called out, her voice filled with hurt and anger as Yang gripped her hands tightly.
'...monster. A monster?' she thought with a cackle as she slowly stood up, her weapon still in her hand as Ruby frowned.
"Put the weapon down Yang or we WILL shoot you!"
"Go ahead." she said coldly while cackling under her breath. "Try it, try and hurt a REAL monster!"
"Yang don't be stupid!"
Yang cackled before firing a rocket at the woman, and an explosion occurred as an orange red blur rushed towards the blonde.
CLANG!
Causing her to block an attack from Ruby's scythe, her eyes now a deep orange color, with her own weapon.
"I am not stupid, I'm just going to show Remnant who's the TRUE monster!" she laughed as she blasted Ruby with a point black Dust rocket.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
Causing a massive orange and red explosion to fill the screen as everything went black as night, the sounds of gunfire heard in the background before trailing away like a fading dream, or in this case, the descent into the abyss of eternal darkness.
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Name/Designation Title: Yang Branwen (Burning Vengeance Yang Xiao Long- BVYXLRWBY)
Age: 20
Affiliation: Mega Evil.
Dimension: - 00000002- 99 BVYXLRWBY
Abilities: Enhanced strength, speed, agility and durability, Huntress skills and knowledge, hand to hand combat skills, firearm knowledge and skills, high calcuative and strategic capabilities, robotic prosthetic right arm (infused with Dust crystals and a special electrical current system and redirects the electrical current within the neurons of her body into both the arm and Dust fibers on her body to activate them at will), Dust lined armor and clothes, armor plated gauntlets, boots, pants and jacket, Gravity Dust and Lightning Dust infused boots, flight (via Dust infused boots), Hardlight shields (via Hard-Light Dust infused jacket, vest and right arm), knowledge of Atlasian technology (self taught/stolen), knowledge of Dust, elemental manipulation (via Dust crystals), MADS (Multi Annihilation Dust Sniper) knowledge and skills, knife skills and knowledge, DRSG (Dual Ranged Shot Gauntlet) knowledge and skills (formerly).
Semblance(s): Burn.
Bio: In this timeline, during the mission at Mountain Glenn, during the battle between Yang Xiao Long and Neopolitan, the smaller combatant was able to use her weapon Hush to violently cut off Yang's right arm from the shoulder socket before Raven Branwen was able to appear and retaliate by cutting the girls' right leg off. This one single event caused Yang to enter a state of pure vengeance, casting aside her last name and team in favor of hunting down the criminal, her mind stewing with insanity in the process. From stealing Atlesian military grade parts to recreate her right arm, obtaining Dust to create long range weaponry to counter Neo's Overactive Imagination semblance, training herself to counter every move the smaller woman could dish out, and using her intelligence, a first for any version of Yang, to create different scenarios to murder the short stack, the now named Yang Branwen would become a hired mercenary with a body count greater than her own mothers. For four years, Yang would hunt down Neopolitan until she was successful in killing the girl that ruined her life, but she was apprehended by her now older sister, Ruby Rose, for her crimes. Seeing herself as a monster, one that effectively destroyed her own connections and life, she decides to embrace it and show Remnant who the true monster is. A sad tale of darkness, realization...and delusion.