A/N So, welcome to my new story Justice is a Red River. Not sure just yet where I'm going with this but I will keep uploading my other story, which the next chapter should be done later this week. Anyways, I can't wait to see what kind of feedback I get on this story! Enjoy and share with your friends. Also, leave a review and feel free to PM me for whatever reason. Enjoy!


Red. His life has been a constant flow of red and white. He didn't mind though, he did what needed to be done to prevent others from dying. Whether it be guard duty in the sanctuary or a carefully planned assassination to prevent a full blown war. Even now, perched on top of a bell tower in downtown Vale next to a small dust shop with his red and white assassins robe fluttering in the wind, he was on the hunt to prevent more death. One life to save a thousand. It was a pretty good reason to kill. The man that he was hunting tonight was more than a simple assassination target. He was a Templar, the order sworn against the creed. A mortal enemy to all who bore the Assassins crest on their name. The city may be wide, but with the vision of an eagle, he would be found quickly by the master assassin. With a bit of searching he found the man entering the nearby Dust shop titled "From Dust Till Dawn". His target was cornered inside the small building. He check through the building once more to check for the innocent he had sworn to protect. Two others in the building besides the Templar and his goons. He prepared himself for the leap of faith he was about to take into a dumpster far below him. Fear had no control due to his extensive lessons he was given by his father. He jumped, spreading his arms out, plummeting towards the trash filled bin below. The gods smiled upon him today, he landed in the bin, activating his dark gray aura, protecting him from glass, metal, and the terrible stench from sticking to his precious robes. He hopped out and ran to the front of the building, preparing a smoke bomb while squeezing his thin form against the front of the building, just out of sight from within the shop. He tossed the smoke bomb inside the building just as one of the goons exploded out the front window, unconscious.

"What the fuck!" he said quietly. The event had surprised the serious assassin. The smoke bomb exploded inside, filling the shop with a thick fog that prevented anyone who wasn't trained in eagle vision to see. He saw the red forms of the goons swinging their weapons around blindly. The shopkeeper was hiding behind a counter in front of his target, Roman Torchwick. The assassin ran inside, scimitar drawn, ready to strike the killing blow. He swung the curved blade down only to have it blocked by Romans cane. The hidden blade on his wrist popped out and the assassins arm propelled towards the man's stomach. He felt the blade sink into weak flesh, and into a rib. He yanked the blade from the man. The assassin saw a flash of light and was launched out of the shop. He quickly recovered and saw Roman escaping up the side of a nearby apartment building with surprising speed. The other civilian inside the shop, who turned out to be a small girl a couple years younger than him, defeated the rest of the goons inside and sprinted outside in a flurry of rose petals. Roman looked down from the top of the building and yelled at the assassin "BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME CRUOR FLUMINE. MR. RED RIVER!" Roman laughed a bit at the young assassin's nickname. Cruor quickly stood up and started to scale the side of the building, the young girl seemingly sprinted up the side and took her place behind Cruor at the top. He sprinted towards Roman, who was about to jump onto an awaiting bullhead. Cruor, however, was not quick enough. He raised his left arm and fired a single Phantom blade dart from the device on his wrist. The blade flew through the air and embedded itself into the Templar's shoulder. "Damn kid, that really hurts you know?" Roman said, pulling the blade out and throwing it back at Cruor. Roman raised his cane and fired a shot at the assassin and young girl behind him. Cruor turned and tackled the girl out of the way, the shot exploding some of the roof behind them.

He jumped up from over the girl and turned towards Roman, pulling out his long barreled flintlock pistol with the words 'Be My Escape' engraved in gold along the side of the white barrel of the pistol. He pulled the trigger and smelled the powder catch fire inside, propelling the metal ball inside to fly towards the airship. The bullet was off mark however, and embedded itself inside the walls of the bullhead, harmlessly. "Dammit."Cruor muttered under his breath. Beside him, he noticed the shards of the roof begin to glow and form a large javelin, launching itself towards the Bullhead, only to be blocked by a woman wearing a red dress shooting a fireball at it. The large spear shattered, causing the pieces to surround the airship and then embed themselves in the hull. They lost their glow and she ship flew off. Cruor turned around only to see the younger girl fawning over an older woman wearing a black dress skirt, a white dress shirt, and a purple cape. In her hand was a riding crop, which was pointed at the heavily armed assassin. "Young man and woman, you two are coming with me." Cruor let out a small growl before replying "No." with a voiced laced with venom. This caused the woman to drop her guard for a split second, allowing Cruor to leap off the side of the building and into another dumpster. He quickly hopped out and started free running down the street, jumping over benches and garbage cans. Soon, the same young girl he saved had tackled him to the ground. "What the hell, get off girl!" he yelled. "Nope! You can't run away from this! The nice huntress would like to speak with us." She said, squeezing tighter. Cruor quickly overpowered the young girl and loaded his Phantom Blade with a sleep dart. "Stay. Back." He said threateningly. The same woman from the rooftop had appeared beside him and said "I don't have time for this!" Before he could react, a nearby garbage can had hit him on the head, knocking him out cold.


He awoke with a splitting headache in what seemed to a room made for interrogation. On one wall there was a two way mirror. The ceiling only had one lamp. There was also a steel table that was bolted to the floor along with four steel chairs that were also bolted to the floor. He tried to get up only to find that he was handcuffed to the chair he was in. He looked down and noticed that all he had left on his body was his woolen pants and under tunic. He felt a thick bandage wrapped around his head. He also noticed that his Assassins insignia ring was also missing from his right hand. He was completely unarmed and with no means of escape, his only option left was to sit and wait for whoever had put him here to come back. He heard a small cough beside him and saw that the girl that tackled him was sitting there, looking at him. "What the hell do you want?" He snapped at her, making her adopt a shocked look at his abrasive behavior. Now that there was no immediate threat he could get a good look at her.

She was a couple heads shorter than him and had brown hair which had red tinged tips. She also had a pair of large silver eyes while he had black ones. Her outfit consisted of a red cloak and a red and black dress with black and red combat boots. The cloak was pinned to her shirt using cross shaped pins. She had an ammo belt wrapped around her waist with a rose shaped belt buckle and a silver cross pined to one side of it. He himself had long brown hair and only had his assassins clothing.

Just then the door burst open and made him scowl as the witch woman walked in. "Oh fucking great, now you're here to join us." He said aloud. The woman seemed shocked at his behavior and slapped him with her riding crop. "You will not use that language with me young man!" This just pissed Cruor off even more. "I will speak to you how I fucking please! You're no Templar, or you would have killed me already. And your definitely not one of us, I ca tell that much just by looking at you. So, I don't give a single fuck who you are, release me and give me my gear back so I can be on my way. I have a lot of tracking to do now that my target escaped!" He snapped at her, earning another slap from the riding crop and shocked looks from both of the women. "Why you little…" Just then, a man in a green and black suit with silver glasses and silver colored hair entered the room, holding a couple glasses of milk with a plate of cookies on top. "Glynda, calm down. He doesn't know his situation and, so, has a reason to be upset." He said placing the plate and glasses down. He walked behind Cruor and unlocked his cuffs, allowing him free movement. If he was armed or if it was just him, Cruor would've attacked the older man. But the room had others in it and he couldn't risk it. He grunted his thanks, rubbing his wrists he said. "Now, can I please have my gear so I can leave?" He had a noticeable tone of annoyance in his voice.

"Not yet, there is something I would like to talk to you about first." Cruor snorted at this. "I'm afraid I don't have the time for this right now. Before you ask, yes I know who you are headmaster, it's pretty difficult to not get noticed by the Brotherhood when you're in such a prestigious position." Ozpin looked confused for a moment until the sudden realization came onto his face along with a small smile. "Ah, I see now. I do believe I recognize you Master Flumine." This earned a raised eyebrow from the master assassin "Oh? So you do huh? Well then, I would like my gear. I will contact you in 3 days tops so we can have this talk you want to have so very much." Glynda looked shocked to say the least when Ozpin nodded his head. The headmaster typed a quick message and soon after, a box containing all of his missing equipment was delivered.

He put all of it on within a minute and walked to the door. "Wait!" the young girl who was sitting in silence suddenly stood up. "T-Thank you for helping me back there! Can I at least get your name?" Cruor let out a huff. "No. It will be revealed in time. Oh, I almost forgot, you picked up that small blade on the rooftop correct?" the woman named Glynda stepped forward and pushed her glasses up. "Yes, here." She said before throwing him a Phantom Blade Dart. He caught it and inserted it into his Phantom Blade on his wrist. "Thank you. Expect me in a few days. Have a good evening Ozpin, Glynda, Miss." She looked a bit crestfallen that this potential friend was about to leave. "It's Ruby actually." Cruor turned before leaving. "Well then, good evening Ruby, we will meet again soon I'm sure. With that he walked out of the building and into the cool night air.


He walked for a bit until he reached a certain alleyway by the Creed Café, a small café in downtown Vale. Cruor walked in the alleyway and down a flight of stairs. Beyond the gate at the bottom was a guard. "Welcome back Master Cruor, was your mission successful?" Cruor sighed at this question "I'm afraid not this time brother. He was expecting it, there were also too many distractions." The guard chuckled at this "Ooooh, was it a girl? Haha." He gave the guard a threatening look "Yes, but she got in the way. I have no interest of love for her. Besides, not my type." With that, he walked past the laughing guard and into the sanctuary.

The sanctuary was a large underground complex with elements from many different cultures. Cruor walked through a set of double doors set on one side of the room that led to the offices. He walked down the hall and into his father's office. It was a small space with bookshelves lining the walls and a desk in the middle, which his father was sitting at. His old man looked slightly older than Cruor, but in truth was in his early 50's. He had no hair and a pepper and salt colored beard. He wore traditional assassin's robes and had a pair of half-moon glasses on his face. "Welcome back, were you successful?" Cruor lowered his head a little. "I'm afraid not, he was expecting it and there were too many civilians around." His father frowned a little upon hearing this. "Oh? Well then, I have a solution for you to get closer. You will attend Beacon and study there. Eventually you will sooner or later end up close to your target. Along the way, it would be smart to recruit some new members." He perked up at hearing this. "What a coincidence, I just got finished talking with the headmaster. He wanted to talk to me about something but I told him I was busy and that I would contact him in 3 days tops." His father let out a deep chuckle upon hearing this. "Well, you don't say. Come in and reveal yourself old friend!" At the utterance of those words, none other than Ozpin walked in and said "Well young man, I would be honored if one of the infamous Brothers of the Creed were to attend beacon. So, what do you say? Of course you will be attending all four years and, because of the odd number of students, will be an auxiliary unit for the other teams when needed." A surprised look came across Cruor's face. He fell into a bow and said. "Thank you very much. When will I be attending?" Ozpin brought up his scroll and clicked a few buttons. "You will need to be at Beacon Airfield in two days' time. I will see you then. Good night Cruor, Mr. Flumine." With that the silver haired man left, leaving him to absorb what had just happened.


A/N That was the First chapter of this new story I came up with. I hope you like it! Leave a review and feel free to share and PM! Tell me what you think.