READ : Hello and welcome to my first attempt at a kind of horror/thriller? I don't really know what is it but what I can tell you is that it will contain some dark theme, such as stalking, possible psychological torture and other if I continue it. However there is still a limit that I WILL NOT CROSS, I think that you know what I'm talking about. So yeah. I got this idea while I was trying to work on a chapter set in the wonderful AU Vale-city of Jen-iii and one thing lead to another and that's how this was created. I'm really sure where I can go with that but it's worth a try. So Yeah, enjoy. It's just a one-shot. Maybe I will consider making it a story, but if I do, do not except it to upload in constant time.

Edit 5th of May 2015: I corrected some spelling and grammar errors.

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The lights were flashing an array of different colors across the dance floor. The constant beats of the music was guiding the dance steps of the people inside the club. All of the flashes were cutting all of their actions in jerky movements. The only glimpse of the different people were seen when the lights flashed before briefly letting darkness taking over before shining once again. We could see men and women, all dressed with masks covering their faces. All of the mask were different. You could caught the glimpse of a tiger here, a chicken there and a horse for example. While the mass of people were moving their bodies to the beats, there was a lonely figure, slouched on a seat at the bar with one arm against the table while the other was holding a glass of whisky, observing the mass of bodies that were dancing. He, yes the figure was a man if the lack of breast was of any indication, was wearing a white sheep mask. He wore a casual attire, composed of a gray jacket with a white undershirt and black pants. The lifeless eyes of his mask kept fixing the crowd, while his real ones were scanning the different people composing it. Each person was analyzed, classed and quickly forgotten, as they were of no interest. Each fingers were drumming on the glass in synchronization with the music. The only thing that could be seen were the messy brown hair that was coming from the top of the mask. The man lifted his mask a little, enough to uncovered his mouth to drink the alcoholic beverage of the glass. Never once his eyes left the their spots on the people present. He was scanning them, collecting information on the spot from their body language. It wasn't easy per say, with all of the flashes of light but even that didn't stop him. He didn't longer more than a few seconds on each person. A stated before, none caught his interest.

He stopped looking at the crowd on the dance floor and now listened to the conversation around him. Of course he only managed to catch glimpse of actual sentence with all of the noise present inside the club. These sentence ranged from "How are you" to drunk babbles about "this bitch/asshole of an ex" to complete garbage. Nothing was of interest. No one and no discussion could killed this boredom that had a strong hold on him. Another slow swing of his drink was made while he passed a slow look at the crowd again. Really, nothing of interest. He was going to get up from his position on the seat when his eyes caught some movements coming from the crowd. People were parting away to let place to someone that was walking towards the bar. Emerging from the compact crowd a woman wearing a dragon mask that was snarling. But that wasn't what caught his attention. Bright blond hair, almost glowing like the sun, that descended into the back. This is what took him out of his boredom. She walked in a confident stride, that made a lot of guys (and also some girls) turned their heads to follow her movements. This was understandable, as she had a body that could make instantly jealous any girls and was the fantasy of a lot of men. However this didn't interested him in the slighest. What his attention was focused on was her body, to be more precise how her muscles contracted, how her body moved as a whole. He could see those muscle weren't there to be pretty. And if her demeanor was of any indication, she could kick your ass yesterday and she knew it.

She walked and leaned against the bar, making sign to the bartender. The music that was blaring through the speakers made it difficult to understand her command, but he managed to hear it.

"A STRAWBERRY SUNSHINE" She shouted, trying to be understood by the bartender. The man nodded before starting to make her cocktail. While she was waiting for her beverage, the man-wearing sheepmask still observed her. The woman wearing the dragon mask turned her head and looked at him. He instantly saw that when she was aware that he was looking at her like under a microscope, her whole body tensed. To try and diffuse the situation, he stopped his intense gaze and raised his glass to her before turning back to observe the crowd of dancer. From the corner of his eye he saw her relaxed a little before taking the drink that the waiter had just brought her. While she was drinking, he started to think about the diverse information he had collected on her while he was observing her. She was a very confident person, sure of her capabilities. Her muscular mass proved that she trained, a lot. He also sense that she had her aura activated. Conclusion, a huntress, probably in training. He also noticed that she wore yellow bracelets that had a metallic color. Those must be her weapons.

He smiled underneath his mask. Not a friendly smile. No, that kind of smile were the one of a predator that found its prey. This girl, by only being present, had caught his interest in this little party. He smiled wide, teeth bare and licked them. Oh he was going to really enjoy learning everything about her. His joy was quickly shut down when a bunch of clearly intoxicated young men approached her and tried, the key word was tried, to 'seduce' her. Clearly, that didn't work because the blond wearing dragon mask woman roughly told them to piss off. They didn't like it and their 'leader' grabbed her by the collar, menacing her. From her body language, he could see that she wasn't afraid in the slightest. He could imagine a very probable smirk on her lips. The next action made him almost winced. She grabbed the offender by the family jewels, making all of the males around winced and brought the man to her level. After a little discussion he couldn't make out, she released her 'hostages' and went back to her seatt and her drink. The group of young men, with their leader walking with clear pain on his face (well he imagined it since he was alos wearing a mask), walked towards the exit. But in their inebriated state they didn't saw that they used the emergency exit. Seeing this, he got up from his seat and followed them through the crowd.

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The fresh air of the night hit their face like a whip. The group staggered to climb down the steps and arrived in the deserted alley. The only inhabitants were a bunch of trash bins and some stray cats that were either fighting or reproducing in their corner. Of course all of the commotion was ignored by the group of drunkard as they were more occupied making fun of their leader. While they were at it, they all dumped their mask on the floor.

"Ha…. Dude, you just… you just have been almost cas…. Cast… castrated." Exclaimed one as he had problems to pronounce.

"Shut it!" Shouted the one who had to call this blond 'sir' while she had his most precious part in her iron grip. He still had his hands on his crotch protectively. Each step was a nightmare for him. It sent a wave of pain to his brain. Of course the group of men didn't heard the door behind them being opened. They kept their slow strolling while talking nonsense and laughing like the drunks they were. Particularly the one in the back of the group who was laughing hard. He laughed until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Naturally he turned around only to be met with a fist in the face that resulted in a crunching noise. He yelped in pain and dropped to the floor. The sudden cry made all of his friends turned around. What they saw was something that was terrifying for their state. In front on their fallen comrade was a man, wearing a sheep mask. But that wasn't what made them unease, it was the blood that was on the mask. The man had punched so hard that blood was spattered from their common friend that was currently on the ground, clutching his face.

The man in the mask just looked at them, leaning his head a little on the side before lifting his boot and slammed it hard against the face of their friend, making an enormous crunch that seemed to reverberate in the alley. They all stayed there, frozen in place. All of their eyes were fixed on the now still form on the ground. A big puddle of dark red liquid was forming around the foot of the masked man. Without any ceremony he kicked the warm corpse aside and started walking towards the rest. It was at this instant that the group of petrified men saw that the man who just killed in cold blood their friend was armed with a brass knuckle in his right hand. Some drops of blood were falling from it.

They cries wouldn't be heard by anyone.

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Yang was having a blast at the party. The music was great. Without any sense, only very loud beats as she liked it. And she even managed to enter the club without any problem! Let's say that last time she was greeted with a sea of guns to her face. Well it was most probably due to the fact the party tonight was a masked one. And of course she opted for a dragon mask, snarling fiercely to the world, like her.

After a while on the dance floor, she decided to have her little favorite drink. She pushed people aside, making her way towards the bar. Once there, she commanded, by shouting, her drink.

" A STRAWBERRY SUNSHINE!" The barman nodded and went instantly at work. She patiently waited while drumming her fingers against the surface of the bar. She was whistling when she felt a pressure directed at her. Her instinct screamed at her to face the unknown danger. She turned around, body tensed in preparation for a fight. What greeted her was a man, slouched on seat with an arm against the bar while the other was holding a glass of whiskey. He was staring at her with an emotionless mask of a sheep. But apparently her instinct were wrong for once, because he simply raised his glass to her and turned around, looking at the crowd of dancing people. She couldn't repress a shiver when he stopped looking at her. This little incident was quickly forgotten when a group of men approached her. She already knew the reason why they did that.

The one in the front, wearing a rabbit mask, tried to 'seduce' her.

"Hey babe, I couldn't help but see you were there lonely and so wanted to know if you wanted some company." Yang could have swore that the eyebrows of the mask wiggled at the end of the sentence. Her response to that? A snort. She got up from her seat and walked before stopping in front of the man wearing the rabbit mask. She laughed, a laugh that could be interpreted as flirting, which it wasn't at all.

"Hehehehe… No." She said, pardon shouted at his face. Of course the refusal was processed slowly due to the inebriated state the man and his companions were in. Suddenly realization of her answer was seen by the angry body language of the 'leader' when he suddenly grabbed her by the collar and brought her mask-to-mask.

"What?! Now listen here missy..." The rest of the sentence was suddenly cut short by his high-pitched shout of pain when she grabbed him hard, almost crushing, his sensitive area. All of the men around, except one, winced in sympathy.

"Listen here you lil shit, you are going to call me sir now and..."

"S-stop… GAH" Another little pressure was applied.

"What did I just said?" She asked him with a false smile.

"S-stop… Sir." He yelped again as she applied a little more.

"Good. So now you are going to listen to me. You and your friend are going to leave the club, right now. Is that clear?" She asked, more like demanded. She was answered with the bobbing of the rabbit mask. After a last squeeze that resulted in another high-pitched cry, she released the 'hostages' and went back to her seat, without even sparing a glance at them. She sipped her drink slowly, savoring each gulp. She was going to take another sip when nothing came. She looked at her glass, it was empty. Before she could ordered another drink, her scroll vibrated in her pocket. She took the apparel and saw that she received a message from her dear little sister Ruby.

Yang, it's 3 a.m, can you come back now please? -Ruby

Well, she was a little tired. So it was decided, she was going back to beacon. Either Ruby was worried sick and didn't sleep at all or she just woke and saw that she wasn't back. And the former thought made her heart clenched a little. Yang paid for the drink and got up from her seat. Of course while she was walking people around, men and some women, turned their head to follow her with their eyes. She didn't care in the slightest. Arriving outside the club, her face was whipped by the cold air. She took off her mask and clipped it on her belt. Normally she would have used her bike to go back but she had come here to have fun and consumed some alcohol and so went here on foot and it would be the same to go back. She took some deep breaths before strolling away from the club. She had a pretty good time back there, the little incident with the group of guys didn't ruined her evening. Speaking of wich, she hoped that next time she would come here, the little 'display' she made by making him call her sir would be a warning for the others.

She was deep in thought about that when she arrived next to an alley. The sounds of something hard hitting flesh repetitively caught her attention. She stopped in her track. Curious, she walked slowly toward the entrance. When she was just in front of the darkness that covered the alley, she could also heard with some difficulty a weak moaning, almost imperceptible.

"Hello? Is there someone who need help?" She asked. No response. The only sound that answered her was the constant sound of flesh being beaten. Normally Yang wasn't the one who was easily scared. The only thing that could make her was if it concerned her little sister. She wouldn't lie to herself by telling herself that the atmosphere of the place wasn't a little scary. Seeing as no answer, beside the sound, was given to her, she decided to enter the dark alley. It took a little while for her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. While she was walking, body tensed in anticipation, her footsteps were suddenly followed by the splashing noise as if she was walking in a puddle of water. When she finally adjusted to the darkness, she saw something that made both her blood boiled and freeze at the same time.

In one corner was the form a body, leaned against the wall. The face was almost unrecognizable. She could see the bone of the nose as the skin and muscled was torn opened. Blood was starting to dry a little, but most of it was still flowing from the place that used to look like a face. Then a feeling of dread took place in her mind and Yang slowly looked down and saw to her horror that it wasn't a puddle of water she was standing on, but a puddle of blood. She started to follow the source, looking at the small arm and towards the origin. On the way, she saw other bodies in different state. Some were laying around in different position, bones were coming out the skin in different region of the bodies. There was even one who had the head stuck inside a wall and a lot of blood were coming from that hole.

Her eyes kept growing and growing at the macabre sight. Sweat and some tears were starting to form on her face. Her hands became sweaty. Her whole body was tensed, ready to act at the slightest danger.

Then her eyes found the source of the little river of blood and by the same occasion found the origin of the constant sound of beating. Turning his back to her was the form of man with brown messy hair wearing what it seemed to be a gray jacket. He was constantly hitting something, making each time the noise she heard before and each time an almost imperceptible moan was heard. Even with all of the blood present on the scene, Yang still got into her fighting position, making Ember Celica shifting into her gauntlets. The sudden noise of metal shifting made the figure stopped his movements when his fist was high in the air. Ever so slowly, the person turned around, without completely turning his body. What she saw made her freeze. That person was the same as the one who her instinct screamed at her to be wary of. They weren't wrong. The sheepmask was covered in blood, some was dropping from it in drops. The once white undershirt was completely drenched in dark red liquid in some places. She knew he saw her, because he started to completely turn around this time, dragging something with him that made her gag. What the masked freak was holding was the very bloodied and at the brink of consciousness form of a man. When he saw from his swelling eyes Yang, he started moaning in despair at her, as if he was asking for help. But before another noise could got out of his destroyed mouth, his neck was suddenly twisted at 180°, making a cracking noise and he was dropped without a care on the cold floor.

Her yes grew wide in horror. Her attention was focused on the now still form of the man that had begged her through his pained moan to help her. This was the last draw. All of the fear and anger that piled inside her suddenly exploded. Her eyes became red, her aura exploded into flames.

"Alright asshole, you are going down." The only reaction to this menace from him was his head leaned on the side. Then she felt it again, the same sensation as before, back in the club. It was like she was scrutinized under a scalpel and microscope at the same time. This made her shivered. However she quickly put that feeling aside and charged at the man with a yell. She threw a punch, but he dodged. She quickly followed with a high kick but he also dodge that. She tried a feint on the left before quickly bringing her right fist towards his head. He ducked and that was what she was waiting for. She quickly threw a straight kick. However the man saw that and caught her leg and spun around, throwing her against the wall. She grunted at the shock, even if it was mostly absorbed by her semblance. She was waiting for the punch or kicked that would surely follow but nothing happened. The masked man kept standing still, his head was still leaning on the side as if being curious by her and was mocking her. The dead eyes of the mask kept staring at her, with a little blood leaking from it. Enraged by that, she quickly charged again with a strong jab that was swiftly avoided and before she could do anything else, she was hit in the stomach. It wasn't hard at all, just a small jab but this made her go straight to the ground. Everything was spinning fast for her. She didn't knew where the floor or wall were, as they were constantly changing. It was to much for a stomach to handle and all of its content was released. This spinning continued until she felt herself gave away. Darkness was at the edge of her vision. She tried to fight it. In the spinning world that was her vision, she saw a figure walking towards her, before crouching in front of her. And when she felt she was losing this battle with unconsciousness, the figure got up and left.

And that's when darkness engulfed her.

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Well that was a first for me. It's the first time that I wrote a somewhat dark fic. I don't really know if I should continue it. And that's why I need feedback. I have no idea for a title so you are free to propose! I'm open to suggestion, so do not hesitate. Thank you. But I need a summary and I suck at these -_-'. SO if you got an idea, I will be happy to hear it. I do not know why, but I think that if I continue this, sheepman (Yes that's the nickname that I came up to for the psychopath, if you got one, share it) will maybe be an interesting character. So see you (maybe) next time.