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 Sixty Three, Flames of Criminal Passion.
Xxxxxxx
-Remnant, Sanus, Vale-
HONK HONK!
"Watch the road lady!" yelled a truck driver as a yellow motorcycle zipped in and out of the lanes, seemingly in a hurry.
The driver didn't bother to respond, just focusing on avoiding the cars as they didn't bother to do the speed limit.
"Crazy assholes!"
ZOOOOOOOM!
As the motorcycle moved across the lanes, the night sky cleared of clouds, the driver continued to cause traffic disturbances left and right, the sound of horns and the screeching of brakes echoing like an orchestra across the semi busy highway.
'I don't have time to be careful or safe.' The figure thought while diving faster and faster.''I have places to be and it's not here.'
ZOOOOOOOOOM!
As she turned a corner, she noticed that a black car came out of nowhere-
BOOOM!
CRASH!
Causing both motorcycle and car to collide with each other, sending them flying in every direction as the motorcyclist collided with the road, hard, sending their helmet a few feet away from them.
"AH!" cried out a tall fair skinned woman with long golden hair that went to her hips and faded to pale gold near the tips, a cowlick on top of her head, lilac eyes, a F cup chest and wide ass, wearing a short sleeved tan jacket that went to her exposed midriff with golden brown piping, puffy black cuffed sleeves with two gold buttons, a low cut yellow crop top with a black flame-like emblem over the left breast, fingerless black gloves, an orange infinity scarf, yellow goggles, golden bracelets, a brown belt with a pleated brown leather attached around the hips sporting a gold flame-like emblem on the right side, a long white asymmetrical knee length cloth on the right side, tight thigh high black spandex compression shorts, orange over-the-knee socks, a gray bandanna tired on the left knee and brown knee-high boots, as she quickly stood up and looked rather pissed at the moment, especially when she nearly lost her aura in that stunt.
"What the fuck was that you idiot?! Don't know how to drive?!"
"Ow..." groaned the driver before glaring at the woman. "You were the one that RAN into me!"
"No way, you came at me first, pal!"
"You were speeding down my lane!"
"You should be paying more attention to the road!"
"And you should've been looking WHERE YOU WERE GOING!"
The woman growled before quickly grabbing her helmet and pushed the motorcycle out of the wreckage, the motorcycle's engine still functional and intact, as she quickly drove off.
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"
"FUCK OFF I'M IN A HURRY!" She yelled while driving away.
(Later)
ZOOOO...mmm...pow pow pow!
"No no no!" She yelled as the motorcycle's engine began to power down, leaving her stranded in the middle of downtown Vale. "Don't do this on me!"
Pop...pop...BOOM!
And like that, the engine exploded, shards of Combustion Dust and metal flying everywhere as the woman's eyes glowed red with fury.
"DAMN IT!" She yelled while punching the headlight in fury. "DAMN IT ALL!"
As she got off the motorcycle, she noticed that she was a few blocks away from her destination...which was fine IF she had a ride to drive towards with 'style'.
"Just great." She grumbled before kicking the motorcycle, yelping in pain as she held her right foot in pain. "AHH!"
As she jumped up and down in pain, she didn't notice a tall fair skinned man with long bright orange hair sporting long bands covering his right eye, slanted dark green eyes with some black eyeliner under the left eye, wearing a red lined long sleeved white suit, a small gray scarf, black buckled sleeved gloves, a black bowler hat with a red band and a single small feather tucked into it, long black pants, black shoes, and a black cane with a red lined white hilt and red bottom in his left hand, walking down the street towards her with two men, both in black tuxes and red shades.
"Boys, leave me be." he said while blowing some smoke rings from his cigar. "I don't need low level hired help escorting me down an empty street, especially in my neck of the woods."
"Right boss." one of the men spoke before they let the man walk ahead of them.
"Idiots." he muttered before seeing a blond girl holding her foot in pain a few feet away from him.
"Fucking fucking FUCK FUCK!" she cursed while her hair blazed with gold flames and her eyes red as burning coals. "WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG!?"
'Hello, who is this?' he thought while seemingly interested in the blond, especially given she was in a 'vulnerable' situation, something he wouldn't mind 'fixing'. 'Mmmm, better see what's going on and who knows, she might be swooned by my devilishly perfect charm.'
"FUCK!" She cursed while not seeing the man walking towards her. "Just why can't I get a break!?"
"Pardon me."
She turned around and raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"
"Roman Torchwick." he said with a mock bow. "Criminal mastermind extraordinaire."
"...and that means what exactly?" she asked as her eyes changed back, looking rather perplexed by the man's sudden introduction.
"It means I'm a man who has seen the harsh truths of life, of what sneaks around in the shadows, who is not scared to do what he must to survive in this cold cruel world." He said with a smirk. "And just like you, I was down on my luck."
"..." she looked around while Roman felt a little confused, especially when she lifted his hat off his head.
"Hey! What are you doing!?"
"Looking for hidden cameras." she deadpanned. "This sort of situation is like a bad reality tv show."
"OYI!" He took his hat and put it back on. "Don't touch the hat."
"Sorry, I had to make sure." She shrugged before looking over the man's attire. "But you said you've been down on your luck yet you have a fancy suit and a pimp cane."
"It is NOT a pimp cane!" Roman frowned. "And I have been down on my luck, but since coming to this city, I've been the talk of the town. News reporters flock to me like pigeons and I have full control of this entire city's underbelly!"
"...I see." she said while Roman deadpanned at her.
"How can you not know the name of Roman Torchwick?"
"I live on the island of Patch, we don't get much news involving...well, criminals." She admitted while Roman's jaw went slack jawed in shock. "But what do you need from me? I'm busy."
He shook his head and recomposed himself. "Ahem. I saw you kicking your ride, which is top grade in my opinion, and I, the generous gentleman I am, wanted to know why you're trying to break your foot over a simple vehicle?"
"Because it's broken, and right when I'm in the middle of something big."
"Which is?"
"Nothing you would care about." she frowned. "Now if you excuse me, I have-"
"Now hold on a second." He said while using his cane to block her path. "What if I could help you with your little 'big' something?"
"...how exactly?"
"Hello? Criminal mastermind. I have the entire city of Vale under my control and information is my game." he said with a wink, which made Yang's right eye twitch. "Nothing's out of my reach."
"..." she frowned before pulling out a picture from her left breast pocket and showing it to the man. "Then tell me where to find her."
As the man looked upon the image, his heart froze in horror.
'Raven Branwen!? The Bandit Queen of Anima!? This bimbo's looking for HER!?' He thought with dread as every Mistrali worth their salt knew of this woman, both pre and post Huntsmen days, and were absolutely terrified of her for one obvious reason.
She KILLS anyone that comes near her!
"Have you seen her or not?"
"...nope." he said quickly while trying not to show fear. "Never saw her in my life."
"Then can you tell me if there's anyone in this city that can tell me?"
"Nope, no one. Sorry kid but she's possibly a nobody." he said while not realizing that he just pissed off the blonde. "Possibly some bum-"
"She is NOT a bum!" she snapped, making him jump back.
"Woah calm down there blonde, it's just a statement." He said while the woman growled. "Especially when it's true-"
"Take. That. BACK!" she ordered, stepping closer while cracking her knuckles.
"Hold on there, no need to get violent." He said while backing away. "It was just a comment. I mean, you really must fall into the stereotype of being big chested and brainless if you-"
POW!
CRACK!
Roman's eyes widened as he slowly moved his head towards his chest, a single right arm with a golden gauntlet breaking through his ribcage as blood dripped from the wound and lips. "A...a…"
The woman's eyes glowed bright red as she pulled her fist out of Roman's chest, revealing a halfway gaping hole as the man fell to the ground...dead.
However, as a few seconds passed, her eyes returned to normal and she realized the horrifying truth.
She had just KILLED a man!
"Oh gods...oh gods...OH GODS!" the woman cried out in horror while looking at her blood soaked right arm. "I-I killed him...but I...I thought he had aura! Oh gods, OH GODS!" 'I'm going to jail, I just know it!'
As she started to twitch in fear and terror, she began thinking about her sister, how she was not going to be protected from the Grimm or have her as a potential teammate!
'Shit shit shit shit shit!' she thought in horror before something dark entered her mind.
A single question...What if this man was telling the truth?
What if this 'Torchwick' guy had the means to find her mother, the means to control the criminals of an entire city? What if...she could use this to her advantage?
'Mmmmm...that guy did say he had control of every criminal here. And it could be used for good, I mean they have the resources and lien, why not use it?' she thought as she began to calm down, just as the two men from earlier walked towards her location, possibly looking for the deceased 'Torchwick' fellow. 'Yes, it's not like I'm really doing anything bad. I just killed a criminal, not a Huntsman. And who knows, maybe they might like a 'feminine' beauty in their business?'
"Holy shit! The boss!"
"And there's a crazy blonde right next to his body!" the other hired 'help' exclaimed as the woman picked up Roman's hand with her left hand and placed it on her head.
"Hello boys." she said with a smirk. "Want to chat about a new job application? My new job application that is?"
Both of them shared a look before glaring at her, pulling out big red swords from behind them.
"Oh come on now, I can offer you something better than what he's been telling you." she said while one of the men laughed.
"Really? You can offer us something better than stolen Dust?"
"Greg!"
"Sorry! Force of habit!"
'So he's been stealing Dust. Good to know.' "Well duh, just hear me out before you try compensating for something."
"..."
"...make it quick. Bob's a twitchy guy."
"No, that's your job, Greg!"
The woman chuckled slightly. "Simple, I can turn the entire organization into a paid law enforcing agency. You guys get paid to snitch on the more 'troublesome' people and you get the respect of Vale itself. I mean have you two EVER had a day where you just wanted some respect?"
Both looked at each other while something within them clicked in their heads.
"I mean you two look like respectable gentlemen, and I doubt your old boss gave you any sort of praise or passing comment of 'good job' in your entire service."
"...that's so true." Greg said sadly. "And I've been working for him for ten years!"
"Then what do you say? What have you got to lose by working with me?"
"I don't know. The others might not like the idea." Bob said with uncertainty.
"Then I can just clean house." she smirked while punching her right palm with her left fist. "And after I'm done, your little 'club house' will become more than simple Dust raiders."
"..."
"...ok, but what about the White Fang, we have a contract with them."
"Oh then just 'show them the door'." She said with a hint of sarcasm and a hint of sadism. "If they try anything, we can just cut off their supplies and leave them hanging like a sagging scrotum in the wash."
"Ew." Greg gagged. "I did NOT need to hear that!"
"It's a dirty lifestyle, what do you expect?" She deadpanned. "Now, show me the boys."
"...so you want to do that-"
"NO! I mean see the others!"
"Greg!"
"Sorry! I'm not good with small talk!" he yelled in embarrassment as Bob facepalmed.
"So, who are you again? Just to be clear, since I doubt you told us your name before we attempted to cut you in half."
She blinked while looking at the now cold corpse of Torchwick and smirked. "Names Yang, Yang Torchwick."
"...so you're the boss's daughter? Huh, small world."
"You could say that." She smirked while internally facepalming at this guy's stupidity. "Now, can you help me with my ride? It got into a fender bender and I have a terrible hatred for walking over fifty miles."
"..." Bob looked at the motorcycle and groaned. "Fine, come along Greg."
"Oh gods…my back is going to break."
"Come on!"
Yang sighed while watching the men moving towards the motorcycle, her mind set on one tiny little thing.
Getting her rather bonkers plan into motion.
'Hopefully, this works….oh gods, I need to get to Beacon soon or Ruby will find out and….ah! Mmm….yeah, I need to do a double life. Keep it hush hush.' she thought to herself as the screen went black.
(Several months later)
-Vale, Downtown Warehouse-
The sounds of rabid dogs and cats echoed outside the rather large black warehouse as light illuminated the inside, seemingly beckoning the local mosquito population in the process.
As the camera zoomed into the building, however, it is revealed to be rather….luxurious, with thick red curtains hanging from every window, a long rectangular wooden table with gold leaf lining within the center of the room, several wooden chairs bearing a flame-like emblem and a large red fuzzy carpet lining the ground itself.
Overall, this was no ordinary warehouse, but…..a meeting ground for the most seedy criminals of the city, a possible organized force that kept Vale in a stranglehold.
Yet for the many individuals in attendance, wearing fancy suits or dresses with a single yellow flame emblemed ring on each of their ring fingers, it was a long boring wait for the star of the hour.
"...it's already past seven. Does anyone know where she is?" asked one of the men, seemingly bored and about to fall asleep.
"No clue, you know her." sighed another man, rubbing his glasses with a cloth. "Always late for meetings."
"Still." the man grumbled. "You'd think she would show up to these meetings, given SHE is the one keeping this so called 'police' force together."
"Oh relax Dan." spoke a young woman with pink shades while looking at her pink Scroll. "She will get here when she gets here, and personally, this gives us time to relax. Given….her unique persuasion tactics."
"...right." Dan muttered while recalling a few things, spanning several months to be exact.
One, the creation of a straight up crime prevention organization, utilizing the corporation of Vale's mighty mob bosses to keep and 'remove' unruly criminals, corrupted officials that were detrimental to the city and the occasional corrupted Huntsmen, all ruled by a woman that killed a lowly 'crime boss' that, years before, somehow destroyed the Xiong Family's hold on the city.
Two, the unique nature of this organization, called by its founder as The Burning Passion, which allowed for safe working conditions and crime prevention in exchange for a few thousand lien. While this was an unorthodox business partnership, the real shocking twist is that the public knows about them and fully endorses their 'protective' services in exchange for keeping the city together and out of the hands of the uncontrollable sociopaths and fanatics that 'fester' in Vale's underbelly.
Three, the 'boss' was rather adamant about leading the Burning passion into crime fighting, although due to unknown factors that he has NO IDEA ABOUT, she is usually late to any meeting with the criminal heads, usually making it just before the meeting ends with some 'great' idea or pun…usually the pun.
And four, the most important fact that nobody would disagree with…..the boss was pretty destructive when angered, having killed previous heads of some of Vale's most powerful crime families, just to show what she could do.
This coupled with the reputation of killing one Roman Torchwick, the Bane of the Vanilles, gave her an aura of fear, intimidation and terror that made many criminals reconsider attacking or plotting against, just to stay alive and NOT be punched in the face by a gun powered gauntlet.
"I say we just-"
BAM!
And just like that, the front doors were kicked wide open as a tall fair skinned woman with long golden hair that went to her hips and faded to pale gold near the tips, a cowlick on top of her head, lilac eyes with yellow eyeliner around the sides, a F cup chest and wide ass, wearing a long sleeved black jacket with two golden buttons on the yellow cuffs, a yellow undershirt with a diamond shaped cut over the chest, golden bracelets, long black gloves with gold triangular metallic points on the joints, a black bowler hat with a red band and a single small feather tucked into it, a gray leather belt with a golden flame-like buckle, long black pants with golden lining and gold flame-like emblems on the hips, white socks and black knee high boots, walked in with a smirk on her face.
"I'm here!" she smirked while walking towards the table, taking a seat on a chair and placing her legs on the table. "Sorry about the lateness, traffic was a killer, am I right?"
The group groaned while knowing she does this every single time, especially with variations of the same excuse.
"Anyway, on to business." she said while crossing her legs on the table. "I have some big news about the integrity of the Burning Passion organization, and it's a doozy."
"..."
"..."
"Ahem. And this is what exactly?"
She looked upon the group of six, sans herself, and shrugged. "Well, it's kinda simple really."
BAM!
Buckfire hit the nearby curtain as Yang's right arm was covered in a golden gauntlet, her eyes giving off a hint of anger as the group stiffened in fear.
"We have a spy in our mists." she frowned while looking at the mob bosses with anger. "One that plans on killing me, and right AFTER they tried killing my sister!"
'Wait, she HAS a sister!?' one of the men thought in surprise, since his boss rarely talked about her personal matters unless it's a pun or part of her intimidation tactics, usually the former.
"Now I understand you don't like the direction I turned Vale's criminal underworld into, heck I know you hate it all." Yang said while crossing her arms over her chest. "But I have very little patience for those trying to KILL my sister, especially when she has enough trouble attending Beacon Academy. I mean she's fifteen, a baby compared to me."
"I…see." the pink shade woman said with a raised eyebrow. "But you must understand Miss Yang, we haven't attempted such a thing. We have been way too busy keeping the streets 'clean'. It takes time to plan a hit, especially for someone attending Beacon, a heavily fortified castle."
"Mmmmmmmm."
"Plus why would we even KNOW about your sister, this is the first time we even heard of her." deadpanned Dan while trying to not freak out at the introduction of Yang's now crimson eyes.
"True, but that doesn't mean you aren't lying to me either." she said while pointing at the group of five. "Plus I just realized something."
"And that would be?" asked the man with glasses with a confused look.
"I recall having only three 'partners' in this committee, yet." she said while pointing to the last two figures. "We have two extras."
SHATTER!
Yang's eyes widened as the room was covered in pink glass-like shards, revealing to the world a room with three corpses in place of the mob bosses she was previously talking to, each one either headless or burnt into a charred skeleton, as she saw a short heterochromia eyed girl and an amber eyed woman sitting in place of the 'spies', their expressions cold and angered at the blonde presence. "W-What? Who?!"
"It seems you're smarter than I anticipated." said the amber eyed woman while the shorter girl narrowed her eyes at Yang. "But it saves us the problem of lulling you into a dark corner in favor of a more…upfront and personal endeavor."
"Who are you? And why have you just-"
"Cinder Fall, and this is Neopolitan, Torchwick's right hand woman." the amber eyed woman said while forming a ball of fire from her right hand. "And we are just killing a usurper to MY plans."
BOOOM!
Yang quickly jumped out of the way of the fireball before nearly getting stabbed in the face by the shorter girl's umbrella, which now had a steel tipped point at the end, as she moved to the right and formed her signature gauntlets instantly. "Oh it's on now bitches!"
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Bullets flew in the air as flames followed soothe to burn the metallic buckshot into slag, Yang quickly going on the defensive as Neopolitan and Cinder used their combined collaboration to bombard the blonde with illusions and obsidian glass, keeping her from landing any form of long range hit.
SWISH!
BAM!
SWIIIISSSSSH!
BOOM!
'Damn them, damn them, DAMN THEM!' Yang thought in anger as she saw these mysterious assassins as destroyers to her entire organization, attempting to murder both her and her baby sister for some unknown plan.
And it just pissed her off.
"HOLD STILL!"
BAM!
SWISH!
"AH!" Yang cried out while getting an arrow lodged into her right arm, causing her to pull it out quickly as the shorter attacker jumped towards her and tackled her to the ground, getting punched several times in the face before she had to kick the girl off her with her left foot and jump back up. "You little! What did I even do to you!?"
"You killed her partner, idiot." Cinder deadpanned before forming two obsidian blades and ran towards Yang, only to shatter into pink glass by Yang's left punch.
SISH!
"AH!"
"You killed him when you took that hat." Cinder said while appearing next to Yang's right side, only to shatter into glass shards every time the blonde tried to punch her, making her smirk as she stabbed the woman's body with her blades. "And you killed my business associate, the one that would've seen the ruination of Vale itself, by MY hands."
SISH!
SISH!
SISH!
SISH!
SISH!
"AH!" the blonde screamed while her body started to glow bright yellow, her semblance beginning to absorb all the kinetic energy Cinder was making with her weapons.
"But you had to turn all those criminals into vigilantes, kill happy vigilantes that ruined everything!" she growled before shattering into pink glass once more, revealing that Neopolitan had decided to jump towards Yang's face, wanting to end the battle with a single thrust with her weapon's tip towards the blonde's exposed chest. "Now, time to die!"
Time slowed as Yang's eyes turned crimson red, her head moving upwards as Neopolitan inched closer and closer to her location, ready for a single decisive victory.
Yet.
POW!
CRACK!
It never came as Yang punched the girls' skull, her aura empowering the attack as Neopolitan's bone and flesh splattered all over the floor, her entire face becoming a gaping hole.
Kikisssss…splirt.
Blood dripped from the grievous wound before the body fell to the ground, staining the already red carpet with muscle and bone fragments as Cinder's eyes widened in surprise, having not expected her semblance to be THAT powerful.
'How? I did all the research, all the planning…..oh no.' she thought as she realized her simple mistake. 'I was so engrossed in killing her, I neglected to see her aura absorbing my attacks!'
Yang slowly turned her head towards the now shocked Cinder's direction, her expression crazed and near manic, as she quickly ran towards Cinder and quickly tacked the woman onto the wooden table, placing the woman into a stranglehold in the process. "How THIS for unexpected!? WELL!? WELL!?"
"GAH!" The woman choked out while Yang's grip tightened, her aura powering the girl's already peak condition strength as the amber eyed woman tried to use her semblance to increase the temperature of Yang's gauntlets.
SISSSLE!
SISSSLE!
"AH! Oh you want to BURN ME NOW!?" she growled with anger before headbutting the woman, causing the burning sensation to die down slightly before increasing the grip strength of her stranglehold. "Normally I would just kill you mercifully for the sake of Vale's 'justice', but since YOU attempted to kill me and my sister, destroyed my inner circle and nearly destroyed the Burning Passion, I. AM. GOING. TO. KILL. YOU. PAINFULLY!"
Cinder's eyes bulged from the strangulation as she could feel her life being forced out of her body by the mad blonde, her legs thrashing about as she tried to activate her semblance once more, but couldn't due to losing all cognitive thoughts via a lack of air to the brain.
"YOU WILL DIE, NOT ME!"
"GAH...GAh….ah….a….h…."
SNAP!
And instantly, Cinder Fall, the unknown assassin to Yang Torchwick's life, had been killed, by a broken neck.
"Ah…..ah…..ah…." Yang panted as the adrenaline died down along with her semblance, her eyes turning lilac once more before a strange orange energy shot into her body and reinvigorated her body. "AH! Oh gods….this…this feels amazing!" 'It's like a high but even better!'
Her hands glowed as burning hot fire surrounded them along with a ring of ice around her knuckles, causing her to chuckle with manic glee before laughing outright to an empty room.
"Oh gods, with this…this weird semblance, I can remake my organization, no, I can turn Vale into a clean Kingdom, no more crime, no more evil! I am the judge and Yangicutioner!" she cacked before staring at the corpse in front of her and pulled off her blue diamond brooch as she placed it on her hat. "And it's all thanks to you, bitch."
As she got off the table, she looked at the corpse of Neopolitan and picked up her umbrella with her right hand.
"Mmmm, classy yet effective. Might use that later, after I give it some upgrades that is." she chuckled as she walked away from the bloodstained room. "Now, time to get back to Beacon, make sure my baby sister is ok. Especially with her little 'Schnee' trouble, hehehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh gods, I crack myself up sometimes!"
As the doors to the warehouse began to close, a shimmer of light illuminated the blood stained on the ground, a piece of cranium with pink hair attached to it, being visible for a brief moment before everything went black.
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Name/Designation Title: Yang Torchwick (Flames of Criminal Passion Yang Xiao Long- FCPYXLRWBY)
Age: 17
Affiliation: Normal Evil.
Dimension: - 009992345- 10 FCPYXLRWBY
Abilities: Enhanced strength, speed, endurance, agility and durability, Huntress skills and knowledge, hand to hand combat skills, firearm knowledge and skills, DRSG (Dual Ranged Shot Gauntlet) knowledge and skills, motorbike skills and knowledge, damage absorption (via semblance), heat and fire manipulation (via semblance), control over the Valeian underground, Fall Maiden powers, criminal information network control, semi high charisma (infused with fear and brutality to 'disobedient brats'), semi sadistic insanity (slowly builds up over time).
Semblance(s): Burn.
Bio: In this timeline, Yang Xiao Long had a very rough night heading to Vale and her eventual enrollment to Beacon Academy, from a near collision with a moving vehicle to having her motorcycle's engine exploding from said collision, it was not her night…at all. This actually went from bad to worse as Roman Torchwick, leaving with some of Junior Xiong's 'goons' before telling them to leave him alone, took notice of the blonde and, after learning who the girl was looking for, which was the feared Bandit Queen Raven Branwen, became terrified and attempted to move the conversation along, only to poke and prod the woman a little too much, including calling her chest big….resulting in an extremely pissed off Yang to punch a hole through his chest, killing him instantly. At first, Yang became fearful of the accidental murder and resigned to her fate before a dark thought entered her head, why not use Torchwick's resources to help find her mother and stop crime in Vale? Falling to this temptation, she took Roman's hat and, after convincing his hired men through a combination of charm and fear, began masquerading a double life between her duties as a member of Team RWBY and as the feared Yang Torchwick, who used her vast network of criminals to create a 'police' force that would kill and murder anyone, both corrupted Huntsmen and criminals alike, to 'clean' up the streets of Vale. Surprisingly, this actually works and the crime rate begins to decrease….but all is not well as unbeknownst to Yang, her murder of Roman caused Neopolitan, learning of her only friend's death, to spiral into a rage fueled madness that forced her into cooperation with the false Fall Maiden, Cinder Fall, whose plans were heavily derailed due to Yang's actions. Through careful planning, the two appeared during a routine meeting with Vale's mob bosses and attempted to kill the woman with sheer force of power, however, Yang was surprisingly more resourceful and more powerful than usual, having instinctively tapped into her inner bloodlust, created during the night Roman was murdered, to overpower and kill her attackers. As the Fall Maiden power enters Yang's body, her madness overtook her original personality and transformed her from a simple soul that wanted to bring crime to justice into a murder happy version of herself, her need to kill forcing her to enact mass murder across the city she swore to protect. No matter how much one forces themselves to believe their actions are just, killing one person will lead to endless madness that knows no end. A passionless flame that burns all.