No More Tears (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

Act 2 - Chapter 16 - Internal Shock

Light shone through several glass windows, illuminating a long, dark oak, table which housed twenty or so people. Sitting upon a rather large chair, which had a small purple logo embedded within the wood, a well-built man slammed a piece of paper onto the table, causing the other visitors to shift their attention towards its contents.

The paper contained what seemed to be a quite detailed report featuring a certain small orange haired girl, the picture in question appeared to have been taken from the CTV footage of when she'd killed Derrick, bloody wounds dotted about her body.

The large figure at the end of the table jovially laughed out, "This is the girl who killed my son! Bring her to me as soon as possible, preferably alive. Some birds have murmured a few rumours that she may be colluding with those pesky lions, so keep an eye out."

The picture was passed around the table, a few passing remarks here and there upon reading how the girl had managed to kill the young boy. Finally, the poster reached the hands of a certain elegantly dressed gentleman, his eyes widening upon reading the information.

"Boss. The one on the poster... I think I've met this lass before. She's apart of Epsilon's suicide squad. I bribed her into giving us information in advance about their operations so that we could mitigate damages and launch more effective attacks on some of their drug manufacturing factories. Thanks to her, we've been able to weaken those lions quite a bit in the past half a year." the man stated, another familiar face that stood behind the well-dressed man grinned, putting his hand on an old bullet wound located on his torso.

"Is that so." replied the older man, his fingers strumming against the table as he thought up of a plan.

"Bring her to me, we'll have a little chat and I'll see what I want to do from there." he added, fingers tightly bound in a knot as he thought of a plan of action. The bodyguard's grin had quickly disappeared. He'd gotten pretty used to the nonchalant midget that his boss was cooperating with. Knowing the big boss's tendencies, he wouldn't even be surprised if the orange haired girl was killed upon entering the meeting room. Her absence would be... less than ideal.

The man in the neat black suit hastily nodded his head in response, "I'll arrange it for tomorrow. It seems as though Epsilon recently ordered another attack through the stinger squadron."

A series of vibrations followed by a few moments of silence occurred before a small figure slunk out of bed. Equipping some light clothes consisting of a black tank top and shorts, they prepared themselves before exiting the large room they had slept in, walking towards the area which they most frequented.

Stretching a few times to warm up, they started their daily workout routine which had been strictly followed for the past six months. A plethora of scars laid bare upon their skin, some fresh, some old. Circular wounds covered their right arm, causing pain any time they'd move it. Although, the difficulty of using their arm was more of an issue than any amount of pain they'd had to endure.

"Using my connects to tuxedo dude has made my job a lot easier, especially due to those badges he supplies me with. Even though I have to kill a few every time we get sent out, I can bolster my numbers to make my disappearances seem more realistic." she pondered, her lips forming into a tight line.

Not even one of the people she'd met when they were brought here stood alive to this moment. Thus she'd became the most experienced person in the squadron, usually being sent on the most dangerous parts of them. It was almost as if Epsilon had actively wanted her dead. As if he was scared that she'd do something... something irrational for some reason.