Hey y'all, its been a while, well, not that long of a while. Sorry to everyone who's been waiting for any updates. I've been busy with my home and educational life, I'm just getting back into the swing of things, and I thought about the best way to make it up to you guys, soooooo, I've decided to start on a new story, publishing the first chapter today. Its a work in progress but I think it's going to be great. And I will be uploading the 3rd chapter of CD possibly later today or in the week. But anyways, hope you enjoy.

"P-p-please, just leave me be!" the elderly man scampered away, half ways crawling, half ways dragging himself along the dusty, metal flooring. Tears pooled from his swollen eyes, battered and bruised, pathetic looking.

I smiled at the sight, trying to find some hint of amusement from the scene playing out in front of me, but parts of my brain nagged at me, tell me this was wrong, but like in most cases, I drowned those voices out.

I reached into my pocket, and retrieved a small, packaged document, with a tiny image of the man plastered on the front. A really formal bounty letter. Peculiar, but I'm in no place to judge.

'I going to want to hurry this up, Adam will get all pissed if I'm not back on time.'

I pocketed the document in my backpack of sorts, sparing a glance at my left arm. Machinery, bio-mechanical, stolen Atlas tech, dusted, polished, and customised to suit my tastes, Sky blue, and a dull, pale yellow.

After a few more seconds of staring, I turned my attention back to the man. I continued smirking and spoke.

"Well, Mr Cavos, seems today is a bad day for you, God forbids all the things you've done, written on that document."

The man just blinked at me unnervingly, he'd stopped crying, which seemed to soothe my soul, but I still had to complete my job.

"Importing stolen and illegal goods, a body count of fifteen, and there is some evidence saying you were behind the disappearance of six children from Mistral," I chuckled lightly, eyeing him up and down. "How...terrible of you."

Cavos didn't seem to trying to make any attempt to try and escape anymore, which would make my day way more easier.

"But hey, there's an upside, because today, you will be forgiven for your sins." Cavos smiled slightly, he seemed a lot more confident then before.

'He thinks of going to spare him? that's funny.'

"Today, I'll be playing the role of the grim reaper , and taking your soul for purification."

His smile fell, and his mouth began opening and closing rapidly, though no words came out, though I knew he would beg and try to plead with me like before. I wouldn't give him the chance.

I whistled, and called out behind me.

"Mors!

A large, lumbering, shadow stumbled out its dark, hiding place. On all fours, trotting towards us, was black-eyed, brown bear, with a dirt rag tied around its neck. It came to stop right beside me and glanced at me, waiting.

I reached out, and scratched the back of its neck. It let out a loud sounding noise, which I imagined it was it purring.

"You know what to do boy," I spoke into his ear, and the bear instantly took on a more offensive stance, watching him stalk to wars Cavos, who had back himself into a corner, with no way.

Mors launched himself onto his hind legs, standing up tall on two legs like a human, letting out a low roar, and came crashing down on Cavos, gnashing at him, and mauling him to death. And Cavos, all the while, screaming in pain, until, dead silence.

Mors then trotted back over to me and sat waiting again.

I reached onto my back, pulling out an further mechanically enhanced assault rifle.

"Could of left some for Crocea," i said gesturing to the gun. Mors just snorted and shook his head as if to say.

"If it wasn't for me, you could of died."

We exited to factory we were in, and walked into a desert wasteland. Sand and sand and sand for miles. The only thing that stood out was the banged up, white jeep not that far ahead. A slender, red-head male sat in the front, a mask covered his eyes and he was dressed in a black coat the concealed everything.

I drew my brown bombers jacket tightly, around my body and brought up my face mask to cover my face and nosed, placing some aviator sunglasses down on my eyes at the same time. I made my way towards the car.

Upon spotting me, the guy put away the device he seemed to be fidgeting with before and addressed me when I climbed into the seat next to him.

"Took you long enough," he exclaimed nudging me slightly with his sheathed blade, under his cloak.

"Adam, he wouldn't stop running, so I had to cripple him, even then, he kept crawling away," I sighed.

"You disappoint me Arc," he glanced at me, stone-faced and not moving.

Mors had climbed into the back open area of the jeep, and was dozing off into a light sleep. Snoring became apparent soon enough.

I met Adams gaze.

"For God's sake, can you just call me Jaune," I complained.

"No," he shot back, maintaining eye contact.

"Why?"

"Because, I do not like you."

Painfully blunt, no sign of any emotional either, but this was how Adam normally conversed with anyone. It was quite annoying at times.

"Fair enough," I said. I reached to turn the key in the ignition to start the car, but small flower petals landed on my hand and I stared at them quizzically.

"Rose petals?" I said, "In the desert?"

Adam stared down at them.

"Could of been blown here by the wind and or sandstorm" he said before adverting his attention back out into the sand.

I crumbled the petals in my hand and threw them out of the car.

"Yeah...maybe," I turned the car on and drove on forward.

Turning back to Adam and smiling.

"So, hows Blake been nowadays?"

"Shut up," he exclaimed.

Short chapter, but it's just the beginning. I took pride in this story and will dedicate to this and my other stories. I'm going to try and upload regularly now and then. Here's to hoping I keep up. Well, that's it for now, but I will see all of you very soon, CYA.

-NS