Hargeon is gorgeous town on the coast, bustling with life. Everywhere you go people are running around with smiles plastered ice-cream covered faces as they explore the town with their families. some are here to visit its world-famous piers and beaches. Some are even here for its large selection of goods it gets through trading. However, not everyone is here for a holiday with the family, some are in the shadows making plans. Plans that normal people don't want to get involved in.

"Right boys, do I really need to go over the plan again?" The man asking the question was unimpressed by the silence that filled the space after asking said question, daring one of his associates to ask him to repeat the plan.

"God you lot are just useless... Right!" The man exclaimed in order to hype himself up to mention the plan one last time.

"We put the masks on and head into the bank. Gary your on crowd control, if anyone wants to be a hero, make them suffer." The man continued talking after Gary grunted to acknowledge his given role. "Don you watch the workers at the desk and make sure no emergency lacrima's are set off, I would rather not have soldiers waiting for us outside.

Lastly, Charlotte. You're on making sure no one enters the bank while we are working. I'll grab the manager, get in the vault, knock him out and grab the jewels. Any questions?" The man snarled the last part as he grew impatient from explaining so many times already. Almost instantly Don raised his hand

"Yeah I got one boss. I understand the need for masks, but why the hell do I have to be the cat? I mean come on! Charlotte has a Titania mask, Gary has one of that Gray guy and you get to be Salamander!? It's not fair."

The leader let loose a dark chuckle before invading Don's personal space. "You're the cat because I say you're the cat. If you even think of taking that mask off in there, I'll kill you myself."

Another pause filled the air, but this time it was not due to uncertainty but because of the excitement the group felt, ready to begin the heist.

"Just remember people, stay in character at all times. By this point tomorrow we'll be halfway across the country rich while the council believes that a few Fairy Tail mages were behind this!" Each member began to laugh while adjusting their masks. It was time to begin.

The front doors of the bank were slammed open leaving both staff members and civilians confused which soon turned to fear as they all saw the group of 4, clad in crudely designed Fairy Tail mask's and each member holding a magic shotgun. Before realisation set in which would have led to screaming, the leader of the group raised his shotgun in order to both silence and threaten the people inside the bank.

"Good afternoon everyone! Now I know this can be a little scary, but I just want everyone to know that as long as everyone behaves themselves no one has to get hurt! However, if someone decides to be a hero then this is gonna happen..."

The man in the Salamander mask began to repeatedly strike a customer next to him with the handle of his shotgun. With this one brutal act, all morale was destroyed. Nobody was going to cross them now.

"You have all made a very wise decision. I want you all to think of those cute little families that you will be returning to tonight. Now, everybody get on the DAMN ground!" with muffled cries everyone threw themselves to the ground, silently praying for their safety. The leader proceeded to grab the manager, forcing him to open the vault downstairs then sucker punched him after the manager's role was done.

The criminal rushed downstairs to the vault, preparing himself to see mounds of jewels and gold but instead he found a young teenager standing in between him and his prize.

"Yo old man, you with the group making noise upstairs?"

The man stood frozen for a second, panicking as he never planned for this before regaining his threatening aura, growling.

"Kid, you got some serious balls to stand in between me and my money. How old are you anyway?"

"I'm 14 sir and I do apologise but I'm pretty sure this is actually the city of Hargeon's money not yours. So how about you leave while you still can? Sound good?" The young boy stretched out a hand for a handshake as a sign of good faith with the ruffian.

The older man's face softened and accepted the young boy's gesture. However, as the two hands connected, the ruffian's face broke into a terrifying smile as he raised his other hand which was holding his shotgun and proceeded to smash the barrel of the gun across the young teenager's nose.

The man screeched out a laugh as he watched the boy fall to the floor with a busted nose.

"Your too naive boy! The world ain't horses and rainbows! Some get lucky and lead good lives, while the unlucky ones? Well the unlucky ones meet me! GAHAHAHAHA"

The man walked over the boy's body and drank in the sight of riches before him, dreaming of all the things he could purchase with his new 'found' riches. While dreaming of his new future, the ruffian reached a new conclusion. A vicious smile plastered the man's face. Technically you don't have to split the money 4 ways if only one survives right?

The man was quickly ejected from his fantasies by a voice behind him.

"Old man, you really should have left when I gave you the chance" The boy's demeanour completely changed to something much darker.

"We CoULd kILl HIm RiGHt NoW, KiLL KiLL KiLL"

The boy shifted his sight from the ruffian to the empty space beside him.

"Look, it doesn't matter how many times you suggest that I'm not killing him."

The man paled, looking at the boy staring at nowhere and panicked "Who the hell are you talking to freak?"

The young boy glared at the man in a way to suggest that he is to wait his turn to speak before turning back to the empty space.

"sO RudE, IF wE Can'T KiLl ThEN WhY Don'T We ReMoVe His TonGUE?"

The boy sighed then replied in a bored tone.

"Seriously what is your deal with removing tongues?"

The Ruffian decided this was enough and began screaming for his reinforcements upstairs.

Almost instantly the boy snapped his sights to the Ruffian once more.

"Nobody is coming for you"
"NoBOdY iS coming fOr YoU"

The boy dashed forward with a fist full of electricity and collided it against the ruffian's nose, the same way he had done earlier. With an audibly thud the ruffian collapsed to the ground, static surrounding his body.

"You won't get away with this! My people up there will kill everyone! Including you!"

The boy lowered himself so that the Ruffian could see him better and flashed a smile that almost reeked of victory.

"Sorry to tell you this but my partner has long since cleaned up your little crew."

The Ruffian began to sweat, exclaiming that such a thing was impossible.

As the Ruffian finished talking, a low growl could be heard making its way down the stairs into the vault. The boy stood up brushing himself off and began making his way to the entrance to meet his partner.

"Mr. Bad Shotgun Man, I would like to introduce you to my partner Myrrah, Myrrah this is Mr. Bad Shotgun Man"

Myrrah stood proudly next the boy before setting her sights to the man tied up and salivating with eyes full of hunger.

The man began to squirm in panic as he can feel the penetrating gaze of the wolf which clearly has a few ideas of what to do with him, he soon realises that prison doesn't sound like too bad of an idea when next option is becoming some wolf's lunch.

The boy couldn't help but enjoy the sight of what was originally a gun toting psychopath being lowered to a snivelling helpless criminal.

"MaKe Him SUfFErrrRRr. MaKE HiM REgreTT EveR CrossING UsSs."

With a chuckle the boy turned to the empty space next to him and gave in to the voice's demand.

"Yeah yeah, just this once yeah? Myrrah… Sic 'em girl."

The Ruffian's scream was so loud and full of fear that if one hadn't seen his appearance they would have thought it was a young child screaming. The Ruffian continued to scream as tears flooded his face and threw out apologies for every bad thing he has done, but nothing stopped the wolf running towards him with an open jaw.

Just before the Myrrah's jaw connected with the man's head, he passed out in a pool of his own urine and tears staining his cheeks. Myrrah halted as soon as the man fell unconscious and retreated back to the boy who was buckled over laughing with a look of superiority.

"Oh Myrrah I love you so much, that was just phenomenal" the boy picked up the wolf spinning and cuddling his little 'prankster'.

"YoU DidN'T KiLL!"

The boy stopped laughing and flashed a cheeky grin at the empty space.

"I agreed to make him suffer, I didn't say anything about killing." The boy then pointed towards the limp body of the criminal. "I think he's suffered enough for one day."

The boy walked over and reached down to collect the man's mask before climbing the stairs and making his way to the manager of the bank who couldn't stop bowing as a form of gratitude.

"Thank you thank you thank you! Thank you so much! We would have been in big trouble without you here. We'll send the money to the guild with a little extra for being such a big help!" The man bowed one final time to the boy wishing he could do something more to show his gratitude.

The boy stepped over to the bodies of the other three bank robbers, removing each mask as he did so. "You don't need to thank me so much I just did what your paying me for after all, but I am gonna take these masks with you if that's okay? I know four guild members that are just gonna love this"

With a nod of affirmation from the manager, the boy and wolf proceeded to exit the bank side by side. The duo were walking down one of Hargeon's many streets before a question crawled into the boys mind.

"You hungry girl? How does steak sound?" Steak must have sounded great as Myrrah began to circle the boy in an excited burst of energy. The Boy laughed at the adorable sight then began to scratch his jaw in thought. "What do I want though?"

"ThE EyES oF tHE UNjuSt!"

The boy continued to think, deciding to ignore the growing headache that was this other voice in his head. However, while thinking the voice spoke up again in a less violent tone.

"iCe crEaM SounDS nICe."

The boy snapped his fingers as his mind was now made up, ice cream did sound kind of nice. The boy bought their food and sat together at the pier, just watching the sun slowly sink into the ocean. As the sun was buried halfway into the ocean, the boy decided it was time to head home.

"Come on girl it's time to get back to Fairy Tail."

With a short howl the duo began the trip back to Fairy Tail. Back home.