I do not own RWBY. Additionally in this fanfiction 1 lien is only worth about .25 dollars for anyone who actually cars about the numbers.
Warning: graphic torture this chapter.
Weiss' pov
Weiss to her immense surprise rather enjoyed some of the lower class food that could be found down town and away from the Schnee manor. She had originally come here to get away from her father, but after discovering the wonders of normal food she had found herself coming to this nice little café more and more frequently. The heiress was sipping a chocolate mocha and trying out a grilled cheese sandwich for the first time in her life, when a girl that looked a little younger than her pulled out a chair and sat down at her table.
"Excuse me!" Weiss practically shouted, or would have, had she not recognized the assassin she hired at the last second.
"Hello Weiss. How's life been treating you?" Red said in a voice that scared the shit out of the heiress, even if she could not quite tell why.
"G- Good." Weiss stuttered. "Do you have the designs?" the girl continued, regaining control of her voice. The mercenary slid a manila envelope across the table.
"I will be expecting payment the day after tomorrow."
"Friday!?" Weiss exclaimed. How am I supposed to get 500,000 lien by Friday? I already made arrangements to have the money on Sunday, so I can probably get it moved up, but it'll be tough.
"Is that a problem?" Red said with a small smirk.
"N- No. Not at all."
"Good." Red stood and as she walked away Weiss heard "Have a nice day," which greatly confused her as it sounded almost friendly and was a rather odd phrase to even attempt to give a malicious sound to. A "Good day, Weiss," with the correct inflection could have left her shaking in her boots, but this left her almost smiling. Weird.
Blake's pov
Blake was currently making sure an entire 747 filled with cocaine successfully made it from Vacuo to Haven, which would knock out a few of the smaller gangs in Haven and get her one step closer to having a monopoly on crime in the kingdom.
"Boss!" she heard from Sun, a blonde thief, who had started working for her recently and had quickly climbed the ranks, though she kept a very watchful eye on him. The pattern he had been exhibiting was quite similar to the ones spies generally displayed.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Someone's broken into your office, but they're not doing anything. Just sitting there and pointing her monstrosity of a weapon at anyone that comes too close." There was only one person that would do something so audacious and had a "monstrosity" for a weapon. Blake sighed and began walking towards one of the only people on Remnant that scared her.
Outside of her office, about 12 of her employees appeared to be about to raid her office. Most likely if they attempted that, it would only result in 12 deaths.
"Get back to work everybody. I'll deal with this," commanded Blake. After a few doubtful looks everyone left, presumably to return to their jobs. With barely repressed trepidation Blake opened the door and entered.
"Red, is this really necessary?" she questioned, with fake indifference, in actuality she was pretty scared, but she was well aware that if she showed even a hint of weakness she would be torn apart, likely both literally and figuratively.
"No, but it was fun." Blake shook her head, head down.
"What are you here for?" asked Blake, sounding a bit tired. Red chuckled before answering.
"Oh, I just giving you that new security software you asked for and letting you know I killed the author," bragged Red as she handed Blake the flash drive that contained the files.
"I appreciate it. And do you have a bank account or something similar I could route your fee to or do you want cash?" Red gave Blake her bank account number, which she promptly used to give her business partner 800,000 lien. Red thanked her and left with a devilish and slightly cute smile.
"AHHHH!" Blake jumped. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? What is Red doing? That wasn't a scream of pain. It was a scream of fear. Blake went back to work slightly disturbed.
Red's pov
Back at Ruby and Yang's house Red called out to her sister.
"Yaaaaaang! Where are you?" When she received no answer she assumed the little thief was out getting them more money. Red always felt a bit guilty when she had to withhold the millions of lien she had and force her sister to work, but not doing so would inevitably result in intense questioning. And that was something Red would prefer to avoid. On a different note, Crescent Rose could stand some maintenance. It had been about a week since its last polishing and she had been relatively active during that time and on top of that she did use her sweetheart to break into a vault.
In her room she went through the two hour long process of disassembling Crescent Rose, thoroughly cleaning each part and sharpening the blade, and reassembling the scythe. After she finished, she noticed Yang was still missing. She's probably fine, but Ruby would be going crazy, worrying. Red quickly resolved this problem by writing a note to her sister making it seem she was very distressed. This done, Red was free to go out and have some fun. Red generally preferred to kill either adorable, innocent young adults or assholes. Tonight she was feeling a bit humanitarian and decided to take some of the human filth off the streets. Unsurprisingly a great way was to find her targets was to just walk around back alleys and see if anyone tries to attack or rape her.
Tonight it was taking longer than usual, a whole half hour!
"Hello there sweetheart," said a man whose name was Julian, although that fact would never be revealed to Red. There would go my faith in humanity if I had any.
"Hi. Do you want to sleep with me?" That seemed to surprise him; he probably wasn't used to his prey being so cooperative. After a second his gaze reverted to sinister and predatory. She had to resist the urge to laugh.
"Sure. My place or yours?"
"I live all alone so mine's fine," lied Red. His grin grew even wider.
"Lead the way." In response Red began practically skipping back to her car just as they got there Red turned around, pulling a syringe full of etorphine from her skirt and plunging it into his neck, precisely so that his carotid artery would take it directly to his brain. As such he was out two seconds later. She hefted his unconquerable body into her car, securing his extremities with zip ties and tightening them a bit more than necessary. She heard her victim begin struggling when she was about 20 minutes from her safe house.
When she opened the trunk of her car, reveling her captive, she noticed his wrists were a bit raw from trying to break his restraints. Red pulled out her scythe, which was collapsed into its rifle form and pointed it at the man.
"Stop struggling or I'll put a bullet in your head right now." He quickly complied, which he would come to regret later. She brought him up over her shoulder and, ignoring his small grunts of discomfort carried him into her safe house. He was strapped down to an operating table, as this session was going to be a bit more surgical.
By this point, Julian was putting on an amusing show for Red without her even having to cut him open, what with all his thrashing around and screaming for Red or as he put it "psycho bitch" to "Let me go or I'll murder you!" That in particular had made his captor chuckle, though not as much as his cry of agony as she cut away at the skin and muscle that was shielding his heart. After removing a substantial about of flesh, Red used a hammer to crack open the ribs. After a slight adjustment of the lungs, that beautiful organ called the heart was in view and this one in particular was beating a bit faster than was healthy in her opinion. Using a scalpel, Red began the difficult task of cutting the blood vessels directly connected to the heart without damaging either one. Luckily, Red was very experienced with this kind of work. During the next hour it was made possible for Julian's heart to be completely removed without killing him, also Julian lost his voice and soon following, his vocal cords, curtsey of Red.
"Look, this is your heart. Isn't it cool?" asked Red ad she held up his still wildly pulsating heart. He didn't respond, largely because of his missing vocal cords. "Oh? Not gonna respond huh. I guess I'll just have to punish you," Red said with a malevolent grin that would haunt Julian for the rest of his very short life. With that Red went back to her vivisection, this time going for the diaphragm, but before she could do much to this newly revealed muscle she had to put a breathing tube down his throat so he wouldn't suffocate. Red watched in amusement as Julian spluttered and choked. With this simple life support installed, Red went back to removing his diaphragm, though she went about it far less surgically. The tube down the man's throat contorted his screams into strange reverberant warbles, as she grabbed an especially large hunk of flesh and tore it out. When the last shreds of muscle were removed, he could no longer scream. She relocated her knife to his hairline and began tracing it, slowly extending the bloody red furrow in his head. Following the completion of the lap the knife made around his head, Red pulled up on his hair, which created a sickening slurping sound, as the top of his head popped off.
Looking into her victims tear streaked face, Red comforted him.
"See that wasn't so bad was it?" Red smiled widely. Julian returned her question with a look of pain desperation and fear. "Oh, come on. Smile!" She pulled him face into a smile, which looked far less disturbing than she anticipated, seeing this brightened. Although immediately after she stopped holding his face it reverted to its previous expression. Red sighed. "I suppose I could just cut one on," She mused. Following this revelation large cuts were carved into the corners of his mouth, producing a ghastly mockery of a grin.
"Looks like our fun is getting cut short," Red announced forlornly, when she heard her phone ring. She pulled the tube from his throat and left while she answered the call to escape the sound of Julian's thrashing.