A/N: Guess I should say something here. Well, this idea has been killing me for the longest time. Pretty much during the start of Volume 3 I had an idea for a RWBY fanfiction that I've been wanting to do for the longest time. Had my OC planned out and all that, but kept thinking to myself that my idea just wasn't good enough to ever write out. Fast forward to now with the upcoming premiere of Vol. 4 and after much, much, much deliberation and kicking myself, I decided, "Why not? I ain't got nothing to lose, other than what little I have left of my pride. Just do it."

And I did. And now we're here. Might be a while between updates though because of college and job-searching. Been years since I've written something, like, almost 10, but I'll give it a go. Bit of warning, first 2 chapters are written from my phone so they aren't as done as I want them to be. Gonna come back and fix them later down the line.

Gunfire and screams echoed throughout darkened halls of the warehouse as a lone man scurried through. As he turned the next corner, he stopped to catch his breath with his back against the wall.

"Over here."

Startled, the young man's body suddenly shot up and his head hit the wall. Ignoring the small pain, he looked around, trying to figure out where the voice came from. He heard the voice whisper harshly again.

"Hurry up, before it finds us!"

The source of the voice came from a closet at the end of the hall to his right. There, he found two other men wearing the same hood and masks as he did. Seeing this, he hurried over and hid himself with the others.

"Than- thank y- you." He said as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Just stay quiet. That thing could still be around."

He did as he was told and sat down. He watched quietly as one of the other men slowly opened the door to peek outside.

"It got too quiet..." The older man turned his head to look at the new addition to the little group. Hesitating, he quietly asked.

"What happened to the others?"

"...Dead."

He clenched his fists tightly as he shook his head in disappointment.

"How did I let this happen? Because of my carelessness, we've lost 20 more people to that thing."

"It's not your fault."

The two looked to the other man in the small room with them. The one who had stayed quiet up to now finally spoke. And from the sound of his voice, it was apparent he was the youngest of the two.

"I mean... there's no way to have known if it would be here. A small operation like this shouldn't have been found out so quickly."

"But it did... and as the one in charge of it all, I have to take responsibility for this blunder."

"But-"

"How old are you?"

The young man was caught off guard by the sudden question, but quickly answered.

"19, sir."

The old man looked to the other, prompting him to say his age as well.

"22. I just joined last week."

He looked over the two young men with him and breathed a heavy sigh.

"Is the White Fang truly worth all of this? Young faunus like yourselves with so much ahead of yourselves..."

He muttered to himself. The two young men looked to each other, but before they could say anything, a loud scream drew their attention away from the conversation. Without a second thought, the old man threw open the door to find a fearful sight. Down at the other side of the was another member of the White Fang. She screamed as she fired off every last round of her weapon.

"Over here! Quickly!"

The woman turned her head toward the old man. He quickly gestured for her to run. She stopped firing and turned to run away. As she started, a figured suddenly appeared behind her. The old man's eyes widened in horror as he witnessed another one of his group was killed.

The killer withdrew it's sword from the woman's body and looked up towards the remaining three targets. A singular blood red line lit up it's face as it began to saunter towards it's next targets. Without hesitation, the man drew his weapon and aimed.

"Fire! Put that monster down!"

As he began firing, the two men behind him quickly followed suit. Sadly, nothing they were doing had any effect. As soon as they finished unloading their weapons, they were stunned when they saw each of the bullets they had fired were stopped dead in their tracks before the shadowed being.

"H- how?"

A large white circle floated between the three men and their opponent. The old man answered quietly.

"...it's a glyph."

The circle quickly disappeared, causing the bullets to begin dropping. Before the three could react, the figure advanced on them. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of the old man with it's blade now stuck in his chest. The figure quickly withdrew the blade and took and single step past it's first victim. And in less than a second, it swung it's blade, cutting down the remaining two.

As it slowly returned it's weapon to it's sheath on it's back turned it's body ti the side. It watched as the bodies dropped to the floor, the sound of the bullets hitting the floor at the same time accompanied the dark scene.

Light shone into the dark hallway as the moon appeared from the departing clouds. The lone being looked over the death left in its wake and walked away. Walking back towards the entrance, it came into the open room where the rest of the White Fang were, rather, the corpses of several members strewn across the floor. Carefully stepping over the bodies and passing by large crates of heavy weaponry, the individual arrived at the entrance. Pressing it's thumb against the center of it's face, the mask it had worn had begun to close into itself. Once it had done so, it removed it's mask to reveal a young man behind it. As he exited the old warehouse into the snowy night, he looked to the moon with empty, grey eyes.

After a few seconds, he looked back down and sighed. The young man reached into the pocket of his black, armored pants and pulled out small device. As soon as the device activated it began beeping. The boy groaned and held up the device to his left ear.

"Yeah?"

"Is it finished, Sable?"

He silently sighed at the sound of the older individual's voice.

"Yes, sir. 24 White Fang members have been eliminated. Seemed like they were moving a bunch of weapons. And pretty big ones at that."

"Very well. I'll send a team to clean up. It's time for you to come back."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Sable groaned to himself before responding.

"Sure thing. Neck's been killing me all day, so I could use a good rest."

As soon as he finished, he heard the device click. Looking back at it, he noticed the call had ended.

"Really." Before he put the device away, he glanced at the date at the top of the screen and smiled to himself. "Heh, totally forgot she leaves for that school tomorrow."

He ran his hand through his darkened, silver hair and adjusted the white dress shirt under the black chest plate he wore. As he quickly flung back his dark, greyish overcoat and tightened the black glove covering his right hand he began to make his way towards the bright lights of the advanced city of Atlas. As he looked to the moon once more with more lively eyes, he groaned again. Placing his hands in his pants's pockets he spoke to himself.

"Guess I should get the Princess a going-away present first. What should I get her anyway?"