Aggravated Assault of the Wei household

Republic City Police Department

Incident Report: Break-In and Assault

Date: 19/02/207

Time: 23:22 PM

Location: 145 Willow Street, Apartment 4B, Republic City

Reporting Officer: Lin Beifong

Incident Description: On 19/02/207, at approximately 22:30, officers from the Republic City Police Department responded to a report of a break-in and assault at 145 Willow Street, Apartment 4B. Upon arrival, officers found the apartment door broken down and signs of a struggle inside.

Inside the apartment, officers discovered Mrs. Mei Wei, age 42, lying unconscious and severely injured in the living room. Health medics were immediately summoned to the scene to provide medical assistance. Mrs. Wei was transported to Republic City General Hospital, where she is currently listed in critical condition. Preliminary investigation suggests that multiple assailants assaulted Mrs. Wei during the break-in. The apartment suffered serious damage, with furniture overturned, belongings scattered, and significant structural damage to the walls and windows.

Witnesses in the area reported hearing loud noises coming from the apartment shortly before the incident was reported to the authorities. Additionally, neighbors observed suspicious individuals loitering near the building earlier in the day. Officers found the bodies of three suspects, identified as members of the notorious Triple Threat Triad, within the premises. The suspects appeared to have sustained fatal injuries during a confrontation, though the exact circumstances surrounding their deaths are currently under investigation.

Investigation Details: Officers conducted a thorough search of the area surrounding the apartment building in an attempt to locate the missing suspect but were unsuccessful. The crime scene was processed by the department's forensic team, which collected evidence, including fingerprints, DNA samples, and surveillance inquiries from neighbors nearby. Furthermore, an autopsy has been requested for the deceased bodies.

Initial interviews with neighbors and witnesses are ongoing as investigators work to gather additional information about the circumstances surrounding the break-in and assault. Detectives are also exploring possible motives and connections to known criminal activity in the area and the possible whereabouts of Mrs. Wei’s son, Jin Wei.

Conclusion: The investigation into the break-in and assault of Mrs. Mei Wei remains active and ongoing. The Republic City Police Department is urging anyone with information related to this incident to come forward and assist with the investigation.

Updates on Mrs. Wei's condition will be provided as they become available. In the meantime, additional patrols have been assigned to the area to ensure the safety and security of residents.

Signature: Lin Beifong

Republic City Police Department

Jin:

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The day had been relentless, each moment feeling as a grueling test of endurance. As I trudged along the cracked pavement of Willow Street, the weight of exhaustion pressed down upon my shoulders. Sweat soaked through the fabric of my shirt, clinging to my skin in a stifling embrace. But despite the weariness that threatened to consume me, I pressed forward, driven by the promise of respite awaiting me at home before night set.

The buildings that lined the street loomed like silent gray sentinels, their faded facades bearing the scars of neglect and decay, barely showing in the setting sun. Some windows were broken and gaped like empty eye sockets; graffiti adorned the ally walls like cryptic messages from a forgotten past. This was not a neighborhood of luxury or opulence but a place where survival was a daily struggle, where every step forward felt like a battle won. For me, this was just simply home.

Finally, I reached the familiar entrance of my apartment building, its weathered door creaking open with a protest as I stepped inside and opened the stairway trudging up to my floor.

I climbed the narrow staircase, coming out onto the fourth floor. As I walked down the hallway, each step echoed in the dimly lit corridor. The sound of my footsteps seemed to reverberate off the wallpaper, a light yellow or smoked-stained white, I really couldn’t tell. A hollow rhythm seemed to ping off the walls, mirroring the tired emptiness I felt inside. Tired and hungry from the day, I looked forward to a hot meal and sleep.

At last, I reached the sanctuary of the apartment. But as I came to the door, looking down, I paused. The doormat was skewed and almost folded in half. Mother’s attention to detail and the few items we owned usually meant everything had a specific place and had to be organized at all times. As I fully stopped, I turned slightly to listen. At first, I heard nothing but the white noise of the distant street behind me. But as I listened closer, I heard voices coming from my apartment, male voices, voices I didn’t recognize.

Opening the door, suspiciously unlocked, I stepped through the doorway. Even though the weight of the day still bore down on my shoulders, each step was light, and my body was tense.

There she lay, my mother, crumpled on the floor, unmoving and likely dead. Five men in long coats stood in our kitchen around her body. Frozen for a heartbeat, I stared. Triple Threats, I quickly thought and then filed it away. My mind still struggling to comprehend the scene before me, the blood staining the carpet, looking so red, so unfamiliar, so unbelievable.

And then, as if a switch had been flipped within me, something snapped. Almost like a bionova was bending ice through my veins, my focus snapped into crisp clarity. The weight of the day, of my responsibilities, of the coming weeks seemed to vanish. Shrugged off like a simple, heavy backpack so I could stand even taller.

The floor ripped up as metal pipes broke through. Pots, pans, and whatever else made from metal seemed to gravitate toward me, ripping through the once-organized apartment, bending, twisting, liquifying, and finally molding around me as if dozens of grey snakes and trinkets all had their own will. Merging first around my torso, liquifying together, spreading across my limbs, and finally covering my face. Out of two small slits on my face, I saw two of the Triple Threats stumbling from the gouged kitchen walls where some of my makeshift ‘armor’ ripped out. The others had turned toward me. Two were starting to get into bending stances, and the third seemed to be saying something. Whatever it was, he may as well saved his breath. For I had ice in my veins. I finally moved from my spot, frozen at the doorway. All but a handful of seconds passed since I opened the door. My steps cracking the flimsy wooden floor.

I lunged forward, and my left metallic fist punched straight through the chest of the man in the middle. My speed likely surprised them. Slight heat from my right side showed one man jetting a fire stream. Useless, I thought, as it splashed against my armored form, my right arm already up, stepping and punching straight at him. The man tried to dodge by leaning backward. I knew then that these men were untrained. Too set in the new ways, forgetting how to fight benders in a true match. As he leaned back to dodge my punch, the metal on my forearm and fist flowed forward to form a thin spike, faster than my own jab and giving me the distance to skewer the man through the face.

Lifting the dead man up, I twisted and threw his corpse at the other men getting up. One rolled away, but the other was clipped by the dead body’s legs, falling down again. I rushed over, ignoring the whips of water from the man behind me I stood over the downed gangster. Stomping, he dodged my metal foot, but I caught his shoulder in my grip. As I pulled him to me, he tried to twist out. Failing, he then quickly tried to turn our impromptu grapple into a double-leg tackle. As the man heaved me over due to my weight, breaking the floor even more, I calmly wrapped my armored arm around his neck in a guillotine, sharpening my inner forearm and bicep into an inch-wide blade, wrapped my legs around his torso in my guard, and thrust my hips up in a bridge, almost as if I was deadlifting with one arm. He made one quick gurgled scream before my bladed guillotine took off his head.

Turning over and out of the semi-cratered floor to the men behind me, I noted one was gone, likely out through the still-opened door. The fourth man was a waterbender. His whips cracked against my arms and shoulders, not even denting my Fortitude ‘armor’. I stood and rushed him. Backing up, he kept his strikes, doing little to nothing, as I jabbed and threw a front kick, followed by a left hook. The first two strikes were clumsily dodged, but the third, bladed in a half-circle gauntlet, left a thin cut along the man's side. Unable to fully dodge, now fully backed up against the wall, his streams of water unable to push my bulk off balance, my fourth blow, ‘edged’ like a sword, caught him in the arm. As he screamed, one arm fewer, my blow continued to pass through his pathetic watery defense, and I reached out and grasped him by the face. As the metal encapsulated his head, I flexed my fingers and will and squeezed. Hard. A muted popping sound out as I crushed his skull. His headless corpse thudded onto the broken floor.

As I quickly took in the scene, now silent and still, I turned and walked over to Mother. Kneeling beside her, I saw that her eyes were half-lidded and open, and the back of her head was soaked in blood. Yet she looked beautiful. Even in death, I still found her inspiring. My Mother. So brave and so determined. Perseverance given life.

Later, as the sun finished setting, I finally lifted my bowed head and closed Mother’s eyes. Rest, I thought, Rest and join Father. As I finally stood up, the copper, iron, tin, and who knows what else clinging to my frame, causing the floor to creak once again, I turned and looked out the front door. As I thought through my next steps, surprisingly not worried, I then moved to and out of our apartment. My steps calm and crisp.

While nightfall had just begun and dinner long overdue, I didn’t care. I had a gang to kill, ice in my veins, and felt lighter than a feather.