LoyalFire: I gots a new story!

Spirit: Good job.

LoyalFire: Thanks...Wait a sec!

Spirit: What?

LoyalFire: You're not supposed to talk yet! Shaddap!

Spirit: Huh?

LoyalFire: *covers Spirit's mouth* Anyway, I don's own Black Cat in any way shape or form. Just my OCs. Enjoy!

I was looking at my gun, a revolver, Achlys. It was silver with a black number zero with a line through it. I got off the bed and went to the bathroom. I brushed my semi-long white hair. My hair reached around just below my shoulders. I put my grey trenchcoat on over my grey long sleeved v-neck. It went down to my knees of my black jeans.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the room with Serpheria, Chronos number 1. On the way there, I passed Train Heartnet, Chronos number 13, the Black Cat. His gold eyes looked into my silver ones. He kept walking, not stopping in the slightest. He was going on another mission.

I wonder what my mission will be, I wondered.

"Welcome White Wolf," said Sepheria.

"Hello Serpheria," I said, "Cut the small talk and tell me what you called me in here for."

"Right to the point, as always," said Serpheria, "Your mission is to execute a businessman that works with Torneo Rudeman."

She handed me a picture. It was of a man in his mid thirties, a woman, who I presume is his wife, and a little boy.

"Take them all down," said Serpheria, "Leave no survivors."

I nodded and walked out of the room.

I was at the mansion where the businessman lived. I kicked the guards' necks outside and rushed inside. I checked every room, not slowing down at all. In the final room on the second floor, was the family I was sent to kill.

"W-why are you here?!" he asked. I pointed to the number zero on the left side of my collarbone, almost on my neck.

"Chronos," he muttered.

I shot his wife.

"Mommy!" said the little boy.

"It's alright Bobby," said his father.

I took a pill out of my coat pocket. It looked like candy.

"Here Bobby," I said, "try this."

The little boy ate the pill and died painlessly.

I pointed my revolver at the man.

There was a second of silence.

"When you're done," he said, "Could you leave us all together?"

I nodded very slightly.

He smiled, closed his eyes, and I shot him. I put the man and woman on the bed, and the little boy in between them. Then I walked out of the room with tears in my eyes.

I was leaning against the railing of the park with my hands in my pockets.

I sighed.

After a few seconds, I heard a twig snap. I turned my head to the right, the direction of the sound. There was a man with a white suit and hat, green hair, and an...eye patch? Yep, that was definitely an eye patch. He had his hands up in the air. A silver suitcase was on the ground.

He put his hands down and coughed into his fist.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I walked away.

"Hey!" he said as I walked away.

I walked in the direction of the apartment where I live. The man was still following me.

When I stopped, he stopped. When I walked, he walked. Like an annoying little animal.

I kept my right hand in my pocket, while my left hand took out my gun. I pointed it at him.

"Your luck's about to reach it's limit," I said, "Stop following me. This is your one and only warning. Next time I'll shoot."

I put my gun away and walked away, leaving the man there.

"At least tell me your name!" he said.

I turned around and looked at him. He flinched.

"White Wolf," I answered.

I walked away with that guy looking at me.

~Narrator POV~

Sven couldn't believe that girl threatened him. His code of chivalry failed him.

"White Wolf..." he said, "Who are you?"

Sven walked to a pawn shop, since his most recent target, Lib Tyrant, was assassinated.

He started a conversation with the man at the counter about the man who assassinated Lib Tyrant, and the girl he just met. They both had numbers, and that was most likely not a coincidence.

"Do you remember the numbers?" asked the man.

"Yeah," said Sven, "Zero and thirteen. Why?"

The man slammed the counter.

"Get out of my shop!"

"W-wait! What about the watch?"

"The watch is junk, and I don't reuse junk!"

"Come on, just a few bucks! I'm down to my last two cigarets and I haven't eaten all day!"

"If Black Cat and White Wolf have you in their sights, I don't want you anywhere near me! Get out before you get me killed!"

Sven walked out of the shop.

Cold hearted assassins, erasers for Chronos, huh? wondered Sven, Then why didn't they kill me right when they saw me?

~Spirit's POV~

I went to the apartment where I live, and it just so happens that Train lives there as well. Train lives in the room next to me.

I went up to the roof where Train was. I walked over to him and sat down. There were three bottles of milk on the table, one for Train, one for me, and one for the white cat that always comes up to the roof.

"Hey Train," I said.

"Spirit," he said.

I grabbed my bottle of milk and started to drink it. Suddenly, there was a girl in a kimono singing.

Sing a song unto the world

Rising high the clouds unfurl

Fan the planes into the past

Here now our lives will last
We'll never know the time of pain
Fall down fall down falls the rain
My life, won't be plain

She stopped and looked at us.

LoyalFire: That's the end everyone! See ya later!