✓ | DAWN OF US | Four (6 Underground)

➳ ONE

烟雨 
(yān yǔ)
inside the mild mist and light rain, everything is obscure and gentle

YVETTE JIANG NEVER EXPECTED TO FAKE HER DEATH JUST TO ESCAPE — BUT HERE SHE WAS. Sprinting away from the base of the building she just exploded proved to be an insanely difficult feat when the clothes she was wearing hugged her body in all the wrong places.

     She stumbled into a dark alley shadowed between bricked buildings. Panting heavily, she slumped against the wall behind her, hissing when she scraped the burn on her knuckles by accident. For fuck's sake, nothing was supposed to end up this way for her — this was all an unfortunate series of events that originated from one stupid accident that got her caught a few years ago.

     Before she was Yvette, she was Jiang Ying Yue, a daughter born into one of the most powerful and influential families in Hong Kong. Cars were her family's forte, which was closely followed by dealings in money, business, politics, and a touch of drugs here and there.

     Due to the number of people her father had angered beyond compare, her mother had decided that she learn self-defense at a very young age. After school practices consisted of meeting with private instructors who taught her kung fu. The lessons she'd been given were nothing of the ordinary — her teachers have been told by her parents that she was to be perfectly skilled in the martial arts for defense.

     As the years passed, her parents were not satisfied with mastering not only kung fu, but also Taekwondo — so they decided on shipping her off to Malaysia to learn Silat. Yvette begged and pleaded not to be sent away from her home, but they'd turned their backs on their only daughter with the excuse that she needed to learn how to take care of herself.

Yvette's parents didn't even see her off in the airport.

If only she knew that was the last time she'd ever see or get into contact with them.

Yvette had gone through pain and hell when she'd first arrived in Malaysia. Her fellow trainees had initiated her upon stepping foot in the practice center — beating and attacking her with her hands and feet bind together until she was nothing more than blood and tears.

She promised to herself from that day until her very last, she would no longer take shit from anyone else.

For years, Yvette worked extremely hard to hone her skills as a deadly warrior who could walk headfirst in a room infested in guns, and manage to walk back out with merely a scratch. She was death incarnate; yet her pretty face and full cheeks when she'd smile were what made her Silat Master call her an archangel. Completing her lessons as the top of the class earned her right as the Master's protégée.

Yvette was just learning how to be content with her new life without her parents — until one day she accidentally found herself sneaking into a military weapons base camp. She had perched on the roof in awed silence, watching the Americans down below refill ammunition and repair guns.

The one that had caught her eye was the creation of bombs. The men and women had gone through several different experiments before they could have the final explosive product.

Yvette was absolutely awestruck. Wanting to learn more on how to make them, she visited the camp and perched on the rooftop every night for months until she understood and learned enough.

     Perhaps it was the way her parents had forced her into mastering three different defense classes, but simply knowing was not enough for her. It seemed to be drilled into her mindset that she had to be good in whatever it is she'd learned.

     Having memorized the rotations of the guards on patrol, Yvette would find the precise moment when to sneak in unnoticed to grab enough materials to stuff in a bag before getting out of there swiftly. She found a dilapidated and worn-down building for her to work at and attempt in creating an explosive for experiment.

     It had perhaps been a year of making bombs and finding creative ways on constructing other explosive items — but the Americans caught her. They sent a sharp blow against her head before she could even fight, effectively making her black out and crumple into the floor.

When Yvette woke up, she was already in America — strapped to a chair with multiple guards surrounding her. She would've at least tried to run away — except they were all heavily armed, and there were at least five pointing their guns at her head whilst awaiting instructions to fire.

She was interrogated for at least a week until they believed her to be of no threat to them. The weapons operatives were rather impressed with the creations of explosives she'd made, and so they had her work for the government by making bombs for the military.

For two years she worked obediently like a good, little soldier they assumed her to be. All she asked was that she work alone in her own lab, and for a collection of movies to entertain her.

What they didn't know was that there was one particular movie that gave her the idea on an escape plan.

And so here she was — faking her death by exploding the wall of her lab and setting the room on fire as she hauled her ass away from there in a ridiculous suit she'd put together. She honestly didn't even know it would work until she accidentally put the plan into action a bit too early by clumsily setting a bomb off.

It didn't take long before somebody found her again in that alley — except it was a man who was supposed to be dead. He was a ghost with a plan in which he wanted her to be a part of in taking down a dictator.

Yvette didn't have to think much about her decisions — the government already thought she died ten minutes ago. Her parents don't even know where the hell she is anymore. She was already dead before she even had to plan it.

So she agreed without another second to delay.

"Great," One said with a grin. "Now let's get the hell out of here because I'm fucking starving."

"No, wait — !" Yvette started to shout when he reached to sling an arm over her shoulders, because as soon as his hand came into contact with her suit — the energy that it absorbed from the numerous explosives she'd set off in her lab ricocheted off her.

One was sent flying backwards and sprawling roughly against the pavement as he groaned and cursed to every deity above he could think of. "What the fuck was that?"

"I'm sorry," Yvette said with a wince as she helped him up to his feet. "I was watching Black Panther when it sorta happened."

One was still limping even after they'd ate dinner that night, but it was nice to be with a friend even if she didn't know his name. It felt nice to be a part of something she actually had an opinion on and wasn't forced into.

A/N

HEY GUYS!!! Okay, so I watched 6 Underground a few hours ago and I was SMITTEN with Ben Hardy, and absolutely couldn't resist writing this.

Updates will be sporadic considering I have to write along with the movie, and I have to multitask with writing my other fic Reckless and Brave, but I'm really so excited for this! I have plenty of ideas, and I can't wait for you to read it!

I hope you enjoyed this background info chapter of Yvette!!! Let me know your thoughts about it. Thank you for reading!