Dark Reign: Venomous Distribution

Venomous Distribution

Yumi and Kristy…

Kristy Davids:

“Come on you guys! Let’s pick up the pace! The supplies aren’t going to unload themselves!”

Kristy hated working nights shifts! Everything about it was the absolute worse! The location, the lighting, the personnel! All of it was second rate to what she was used to. The warehouse by the docks they found themselves in had rusted panels lining the building, thanks in part to the constant sea spray it had to endure. The wiring in the place was a total mess, with lights flickering on and off every few minutes to the point where it was giving her a headache!

And the grunts! All six of them were some form of thug or gang banger wannabe! They worked cheap labor, sure, but considering their job was basically to move a couple hundred boxes of chemicals from point A to point B, they sure were clumsy and slow about it! They had already dropped two crates! Upon inspection, nothing as broken, but considering some of the things in those crates were highly volatile or otherwise acidic in nature, some caution was preferred.

“Faster! The quicker this is done, the quicker you all get paid and we can go home! Only fifty more crates or so to go!”

Naturally, Kristy was supervising the entire thing. She had gotten all dressed up in her red dress, makeup, and had even done her nails the day prior. There was no way she would risk any piece of her beauty to lifting those dirty old crates! The sea air was already frizzing up her hair, which had put her in a bad mood as is. Honestly, had it not been Miranda’s specific orders to supervise this shipment, she would have ditched this lot of losers and caught up on her beauty sleep!

The small red head leaned back in her cushioned chair, shivering in the cold night air as her six grunts continued to strain and lift the heavy boxes of chemicals that Miranda needed to help enact her plan… a plan that apparently needed lots and lots of the serum Miranda had dubbed as S.M.I.L.E.

Yumi Kuruoshī:

It was a good night for a walk near the sea. The salty smell on the air was quite comfurting. Good enough to forget about the bad thougths for a while, not that it was necessary. The rusty metal of the warehouses, the lack of people... A perfect spot to not be bothered. Yumi was enjoy it pretty much, sometimes it was better to be out of trouble... If was someone else, but Yumi was looking for possible preys, alone and defenseless. That was style after all and that night was just perfect for it...

However wasn't really her lucky night. No one around to have fun with, quite disappointing... "What a stange night. Well, would the perfect opportunity to make something nasty..." She wondered around playing with her knife, one piece of equipment she never leaves home without. It was getting rather boring until she was reaching upon a certain warehouse... The lights were somewhat on, weird sounds from inside. She approached it thinking it was worth a peek.

"Oh hello there... Now this is interesting."

Noticing the 6 grunts, 4 of which were the disguisting grace of creatures as she refered males, just the sight of looking at them was irritading she could barely keep up the sadist side, not that she tried to control it or anything. She just wanted to run over there and stab them in the chest. But the also curious how 2 females could keep up with those grotesque creatures. It was quite the sight but more for her loot... All while transporting boxes full of something and being bossed around by a red haired, short tempered midget and she was cute. It was only letting Yumi interested on the whole plot and also have fun with them.

The sadist just needed a way to get in. Would she go sneaking around or go all in? A simple coin toss to decide it all. And it landed on... "Eh. Screw it." She pulling out her knife and holding it behind her, and move towards a back door and do a simple action... She would knock on it, possibly getting one of the grunts attention and to get them to open it up... Then the fun could begin...

Kristy’s patience was wearing down to the nub! Every second she was trapped in the bug infested, dust filled rust bucket was one she could have been spending in a nice warm tub! God, if she didn’t love money so much and wasn’t so freaked out by her boss! Why did Miranda have to be so SCARY! She could have been recruiting people! Enlisting soldiers and grunts that would serve under her command and do everything she said!

But she was stuck, sitting there and waiting for her stupid grunts to finish their menial tasks. The fact was, this was how the next few hours would go. With her shouting, and them working. She knew it would be better if she just got used to it, but ultimately was too stubborn to do so.

Just as she opened her mouth to bark more orders, a peculiar sound came out of nowhere…it was a light sound, one that was instantly recognizable. The soft sound of someone knocking on the door. Everyone grew silent as the grunts and Kristy stared at the door in silence, a number of things flashing through their minds…Kristy was worried about the police, or some pesky kids sneaking around. Who ever it was, she needed to get rid of them!

“You! Big one! Go check to see who it is!” She whispered, leaning forward in her chair as she waited and listened for any nearby sirens. The biggest grunt did as he was told, and wandered over towards the door. He looked through the key hole to see if he could get a view of who was on the other side, but ultimately opened the door just enough to peek outside and see who had rapped upon their door.

The plan was simple... burst in and have fun ruining their night. Maybe trying to sneak in could also be an option and possibly a better one, but Yumi wasn't really in the mood for it, so she wouldn't bother herself in not trying to get spotted by the thugs. And the knocking on the door was just to make sure she had one less to worry about. And could be enough to scare the others making sure their attempt of an attack less effective...

She felt like a kid pulling something like this, as if she was pulling a prank. She was even giggling like she was one, menacingly, waiting for the moment to thrust her knife into one of them, if wasn't one that she didn't wanted... Oh well. But for that to work she needed to hide a bit better, taking cover on the wall beside the door so they couldn't see her, patient for that door to open.

She could hear footsteps approach the door, her heart beating fast as she was pumped to do it... Eventually the handle started to shake as she prepared a knife on her right hand before jumping when the door started to move open. Without hesitation she moved her forwards in a thurst motion aiming to stab the man in the neck, before starting to punch on the metal walls trying to stimulate the sound of shoots, in attempt to throw off the people inside.

"♪ You better get Ready to Die... ♪" Removing the knife out of his neck, in case it hit and killed him, before placing herself on front of door while singing Ready to Die looking at the possible fear in their faces. A smirked on her face appeared as she though that she found funny... "I guess we really 'Let the bodies hit the floor'. Ahah!" Laughning kinda of frenetically to her pun, before stopping and looking back at them with her usual menacing smile.

Everyone inside watched the door, their fight or flight signals going into overdrive as they tried to determine what threat waited outside, if any threat existed at all. For all Kristy knew, it could be some lost pizza boy, or some tweaked out bum. Of course, it could also be an armada of police officers, but just this once, Kristy decided to try and think positive.

The big lug took his sweet time opening the door, Kristy’s fear swiftly turning to anger as she was forced to wait around just to see what would happen.

“Well?! Who is it?”

The man at the door jerked slightly, Kristy tilting her head as the man grabbed for his throat. The rest of the grunts all exchanged a glance, wondering what exactly was happening. Kristy had a bad feeling about this, and began to sit up in preparation for a hasty retreat.

The red heads concerns would soon be validated, as the man toppled over, his neck a waterfall of crimson blood as it began to pool on the floor. One of the female grunts screamed, and Kristy recoiled at seeing such carnage. She wasn’t used to seeing such brutality, and what was worse was that the perpetrator ran in laughing and singing like some loon that escape from a mental hospital.

“You three! Don’t just stand there, whack her with something before she gets too close!”

Her subordinates were paralyzed with fear and surprise! No one had any idea who this girl was or what she was doing, and now she was attacking them out of the blue! They needed to defend themselves, but due to being tired and overworked, it was taking them a good few minutes to mount any type of defense whatso ever, leaving them at the mercy of the attacker until they could regroup and organize!

Yumi did quite the entrance. Blood spilling out of the big corpse that was a pure monster as all the other monsters and ladies were stunted by that scene. It was truely chaotic. It felt a bit with joy, worked quite as a stress relief, unleashing some rage on these pests.

However it wasn't over. The blonde's smile quickly fade away giving place to a rather angry and murderous intent upon seeing that there were the 3 schmucks that she couldn't wait to erase, stabbing her knife on them and end their nonsence. And then there's the other grunts, but didn't seem that good and by the scream of one of them, they didn't seem that great so taking care of them could be a walk in park, knocking them out could be relatively easy or even ignore them would be better.

"Rather dissapointing... However..."

The psycho started to look at Kristy that seemed a much worthy trophy then anything and that did quite put a smile in her face even if was a small one... Which quickly changed to disgusted look on her face. The rewards was quite nice, however there were was still a lot to do. Without even thinking twice she dashed at the closet male grunt aiming a stab of her knife into his chest in hope that would hit then quickly run at the second one if successful and keep going until all pests were done annoyance.

She was looking for carnage towards those men, even if they done nothing to her. Just their existence was an annoyance and a repugnant sight at them. So the faster they fall, the better it is, aiming at them strike at torso where the chance of hitting a vital area would be bigger or even her throat. Yumi found it so fun that she couldn't help it to laugh and sing a little more of the previous song while turning that rusty and dusty warehouse into a bloody murder house.

Those bumbling idiots! A literally knife brandishing maniac was attacking them, and what do they do? They freeze up like deer in the headlights! Even if they didn’t totally out number this crazy weirdo, those guys should easily be able to overpower her and beat her senseless! This is what Kristy got for hiring at the bottom of the barrel! Of all the times, why did this weirdo have to show up now? Kristy was never really much of a fighter, which is part of the reason she was usually paired up with someone like Bridgette, someone who could take a hit and throw a punch. Kristy was all on her own, with only hired help as any kind of backup against this psycho path.

Hell, I’d even take Kassidy at this rate…

No sooner had she ordered them to attack then another goon fell under the psycho’s blade. His blood splattered on the other two, and it basically devolved into an “everyman for himself” situation. Kristy grumbled to herself once again, but did so while she was darting away, using her speed to flee as fast as she could and get as much distance between her and this mysterious stranger. Panic was starting to set in as she heard another scream, the red head bolting down the hallway as she searched for her phone. Seconds went by, and soon she was on the line with her boss.

“H-h-h-hey, Miranda? Did you maybe…I dunno, send someone here? A friend or something and forgot to tell me? Because someone just showed up and, eh well, SHE’S KILLING ALL OF MY GUYS!!!”

There was no sound on the other line…just dead air. For a minute, she wondered if she had connected at all! What if the freak outside had cut the phone line, or internet service?

“Miranda?! MIRANDA?!?”

“I’m here. I’m watching the monitors as we speak. It seems she has slaughtered the men…yet the two females remain alive…Interesting. Perhaps she plans on torturing them…”

“That’s not helping me at the moment.”

Miranda paused over the phone…a nonverbal sign that told Kristy about how little Miranda cared about the red heads feelings.

“You may want to set the phone down.”

“WHAT?! WHY?”

“She appears to be coming your way…Of course, if you do not value your life, that was a miscalculation on my part.”

Kristy cursed under her breath, hating that Miranda had basically screwed her! She placed the phone down on the counter, and quickly set off to find a hiding spot in the room.

Those were worthless! Completely worthless! Apperantly Yumi was making them drop like flies, and they could've easily overpower her, only showing that they were useless bodyguards nonetheless. The big at the door was understandable his conditions, but the other 3 were standing still just like dummies from the shook... truely useless. But after all that only made the task of taking them out for Yumi.

With them out of the pictures there was time to the prize. The grunts were a reasonable prize, but the red head  was the bigger one amking the other ones look like just for consolation. Eyeing the prize she dashed at it, but it seemed she wasn't quite there. Her facing starting to show a bit more of a worried, only for the single fact that she ran away, possible making her miss this great finding of a cute one like that.

Yumi putting both hands on her coat's pockets, touching analyzing what she had and how much. That would be her "special equipement" but would be only be able for 2 if she saved some of it for more people... She was quite angry but it was her fault for coming unprepared for such scene. With no other option, she turned to the female grunts with her twisted smile trying to give some villain impression.

"Ladies! I was thinking of letting you go due to the fact that I found someone else with better qualities... However she ran away leaving you behind. Quite the scumbag... I could be evil and punish you two. But I have other idea... If you help me find her I will ease you from your pushiment... The first one to find it of course."

This was quite risky for the blonde. She could go for an hide-and-seek game with the small one and go on like a hunter, but she was a bit uneasy that Kristy could be faster then her, due to the fact that she dissapeared so quickly, also she felt her boots slowly her down a bit taht was kinda annoying... By asking them to help her out, she could try to bluff them into making her work for her with the punishement even if she wasn't gonna really hurt them. But also it could be a problem if they decided to revolt at her and easily overpower her. That was a risk she was willing to try.

Yumi would smile would creeply trying to scare them into helping her as she showed what happened to the others as sort of an example while also eyeing them with a bit of anger on her eyes.

“P…Please don’t hurt us…”

“We’re sorry! We won’t ever do it again! Please don’t kill us! We didn’t know it was bad, please don’t-“

The two gals hugged each other, traumatized after seeing their co workers slaughtered before there eyes. They couldn’t move no matter how much they wanted to. The knife wielding maniac was right in front of them, her golden eyes peering at them like they were little more than toys to be played with and discarded. She stared at them like they weren’t even human! She twisted the blade around in her hand as she thought about what to do with the two gals, neither of them moving, silently praying that she left them alone unharmed.

As the psycho spoke, the two women cringed. Slowly, the slid down to the floor as the girl asked them where their boss had run off to. She implied harm would come to them if they failed to answer, which made one of them begin to bawl like a child, leaving the other one to point towards a hallway near the corner, herself on the brink of tears.

“I-I-I think she r-ran that way, lady…just p-please let us go!”

Both women were shaking uncontrollably…perhaps they were unable to move due to their fear, though after seeing what this woman was capable of, neither would try to earn her wrath. All the while, a silent pair of eyes watched the blonde woman through a camera lens. Her every step and move was recorded and broadcasted to another woman…one who had her own curiosity piqued…

"Hurt you?! Kill!?"

The psycho couldn't help herself but laugh at the poor women. Even if they didn't knew her style she just could help it. She rather save the cuteness in her grasps then end it right there. The sweet sesation of keeping them just for herself against their will or not. That was her type of person, or rather the type she evolved into...

Yumi was laughing to the point of shedding a tear, making her stop when she noticed it. And in front of her there were those useless women, one that was like a crying baby and other that that was scared shitless. But fortunately she was able to get out the information about their boss from scared one. That did actually put a smile on the crazy's face.

"Oh such a good girl. Now, now don't need to be scared..." Yumi tried to comfort her with a warm approach, while also giving her usually creepy smile that the uses to scare people which would end up throwing everything off. Then if a more serious face she turned to the crying puppy as the annoyance of her sweet tears was starting to effecting her. The blonde approached her while pulling a roll of ductape out of her jacket's pocket. "And you... Could you shut up?" She would take a strip before placing firmly on her lips, putting the roll back on the pocket. "Much better..."

Yumi would move away from them, in the direction the woman pointed at as she focused on her main target. Her smile got more twisted as her though got worse. She wreally wanted this and she would make everything she could... With nothing else in mind she put on a lower stance, almost like a sprinting stance before dashing at full speed towards that loaction, hopeful to find her prize, while she would giggling along the way.