Disclaimer:

Caboose: Ooh! I want to read the disclaimer!

Tex: Caboose, you're not even in this story!

Caboose: So? I still want to read the disclaimer!

Tex: Whatever. Read it, then.

Caboose: Yay! …Wait. What's a disclaimer, again?

Church: *rolls eyes* Sapphie doesn't own me- Church, Tex, Red vs. Blue, or Halo. They're owned by Rooster Teeth and Bungie, respectively. This is purely fan-based, she's not even making any money off of it. Okay?

Author's Note: This is my first Red vs. Blue story, and honestly I only saw the first thirty-or-so episodes, so I might mess up some of the canon. Also, the first chapter is based mostly on the song "A Girl Named Tex" from the Red vs. Blue album.

Prologue

The first time… the first time I'd killed anyone, it wasn't even over money. I wanted revenge. They killed my mother. My father wouldn't do anything about it. There was "no evidence." Oh, yeah? They practically admitted it. And I saw them, leaving our house, right before we went inside to find my mother frickin' dead. Dead.

It wasn't hard tracking them down. My father was the sheriff of our small Texan town. I had access to all information. The security in the abandoned warehouse of theirs? Not very good. Clad in a black T-shirt and sweats, armed with the shotgun my dad kept "hidden" under the nightstand beside his bed, I snuck inside.

I must admit, my hands were shaky as I hid behind a bunch of ancient, stacked cardboard boxes, the gun poised at the leader. I breathed deeply, as quietly as I could, and forced my hand to stay steady. The son of a bitch didn't deserve to live. None of them did.

I never had a problem kicking a guy where it hurts if they pissed me off, or using my "friends" as punching bags. I'd never killed anyone before, but we all know there's a first time for everything. Including this.

Fingering the gold locket around my neck, my mother's picture inside, I aimed. I slowly, carefully pulled the trigger, as if I'd never shot a gun at the gun range before. With a thunderous boom, the shot was fired, hitting the leader in the head. He dropped dead immediately. The other two pathetic excuses for men took that as their sign to leave. It didn't matter; they were both shot dead before they could reach the door.

I was never charged for murder. They couldn't prove it was me; my daddy wasn't going to arrest me, and I'd left no evidence. Besides, he had just as much motive as I. That night, I did more than just get revenge. I did more than find closure. I discovered something more, that had been hidden inside me. I loved that feeling.

I wouldn't mind… always being clad in black.

End Note: I really like the prologue. It's also the only part that's gonna' be first person, other than maybe the epilogue. XD