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Just another job… I thought to myself as I peered through the scope of my rifle. The target was an Atlesian lieutenant that was being too openly racist towards the Faunus for somebody's liking. So that person gathered a decent sum of money and soon enough a contract came to me for his head. I wasn't one to judge, money is money and this was easy lien.
"You take care of that puppet yet?" I heard Roman's voice say through my earpiece.
"Not yet Roman, now shut up and let me do my job. I'll signal you when I am done." I scolded him, turning my attention back to my scope. Wind rustled my black hair as I looked down from my perch. It was an old apartment building near the site of a military encampment. "There you are..." I muttered to myself while lining up the lieutenant's blue helmet in my cross-hair.
A silenced shot tore through the air as my rifle propelled the tungsten round at speeds that rivaled my own towards the unsuspecting man's head. And in less than a second where his head was, was now where his head wasn't. And where his head wasn't, was on his neck. Rather where his head was, was everywhere else as it had quite literally exploded.
I looked on with grim satisfaction as I saw his head disappear. "Alright Roman come pick me up" I said into the mic. It was another clean hit, although unfortunately I wouldn't be able to take another military contract for a while as the military was already gunning for my head. I would need to let things cool off first. Such was the way of my job and ultimately, my life.
I slung my rifle onto my back as I moved to intercept the incoming bullhead. Stepping back to avoid the opening door I was greeted by an unfamiliar face. A small girl stood before me, looking no older than 12 but definitely in her late teens from the way her body language spoke. But perhaps the most startling thing about her was the striking silver eyes.
"Oh hello dear, need a lift?" Roman asked in a singsong voice seemingly oblivious to my reaction to the girl. Which was fine by me.
"Stuff it Roman" I said sharply which only caused him to laugh.
Turning my attention back to the girl in front of me I wondered what she was doing here. Who she was. And most of all why she wouldn't stop staring at me. This was going to be an awkward ride back to the compound.
After a long and uneventful ride back to the white fang compound and avoiding the small girl's stares I finally made it back to the peace and quiet of my own room. Just starting to have undressed I heard a knock on the door.
"What do you want?" I said sternly, already agitated by the lack of time to myself. When there was no answer I went to go open the door, fully ready to knock someone upside the head for disturbing the peace.
"What do y-"I started before realizing it was the girl from the bullhead? "What do you want?" I stated again clearly annoyed.
"Nothing" she said simply giving a small childlike smile. "May I come in?"
"Uh... Sure" I said rather hesitantly. I mainly let her in because I wanted to know who she was, also so I could figure out if I wanted to kill her or not.
"You have a very nice room mistress" She said walking into my room and taking a seat. She wasn't wrong it was a very nice room and- wait... Did she just call me mistress?
"What did you just say?" I asked still confused about the whole ordeal.
"I said you have a nice room mistress" She replied, again giving off that small angelic smile that only a child could have.
"Why did you call me mistress?" I asked still confused.
"Are you not the mistress around here? The Leader of the most infamous crime syndicate in the world?" She smiled knowing full and well what the answer was.
"I would suppose so" I replied admiring the girl's intellect. "Though, I might ask, what brings you here?"
"The same as you: money." She said. I knew that wasn't the reason why but her reasons were her own and I wasn't going to pry.
"What is your name?" I asked her after remembering that I still didn't know it.
"My name is Mara, Mara Tacitus" she said as she eyed my fireplace.
"You already know mine then I presume" I replied hanging my rifle on its mount.
"Yes, it is Gwen Altessa. Or more commonly known as the 'White Reaper'. I don't know why you are called the White Reaper though because it's not like you have... any... oh" She stopped after seeing my assassin gear, which I wasn't wearing today because the target wasn't anywhere noteworthy enough for my name to be associated with the murder. Though it probably would anyway, the media can't get enough about me for some reason.
"Yes. That is what I wear during any assassination I deem worthy enough to be associated with. Usually high ranking officials or Atlesian military officers in command of something useful and not like the guy who lost his head earlier." I sighed sitting down on my bed. "Now tell me, why are you truly here?"
"Money… and maybe I ran away from Beacon after hearing the legend of the White Reaper in one of my classes. It was said that she was the most intellectually advanced students that Beacon had ever known, though nobody knows her face." She said slightly embarrassed.
Did those rumors actually spread though Beacon? I mean it was only a matter of time but still. Why did she leave over a rumor?
"If you're wondering about my team they're dead." The girl, Mara, said" I didn't kill them. Grimm did on some stupid training mission. I was in the infirmary and they went on some heroic stupid mission given to them by the almighty Ozpin. And as year 3s they thought they can handle a Deathstalker nest with ease with just the three of them. Guess they were wrong weren't they?" she continued rather somberly. But after a moment she was normal again. "Damn Ozpin." She finished
I waited in thoughtful silence for a few minutes pondering what she had told me. The story wasn't unlike my own but then again my team didn't die, I just left because the schooling was pointless to me and because I could. I believed the story but her motives were still unclear but I decided to give her a chance.
"Alright Kid, I don't fully trust you yet but, i'm going to give you a chance. I assume you have a weapon?" I asked noticing the curled form of a metallic whip hooked on her belt.
"Of course I have a weapon. What kind of aspiring huntress would I be if I didn't have a weapon?" She huffed, lightly offended at the statement.
"Point taken. Fine, Report to the armory tomorrow and seek out a girl named Neo. She doesn't really talk and you'll have no trouble spotting her. Give me your scroll so I can monitor your progress." I said reaching out my hand. After she handed me her scroll I typed in a few things and gave it back. "You're all set. The guard outside the door will see you to your quarters.
"Thank you Mistress. I won't let you down." She beamed at me.
Funny, that's what they all say...
Author's Note: Hello everyone, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of my first Fanfic. I promise it'll get better, but it could surely use some outside thought. Its something new so why not eh? Anyway. This is the GrimFanDonut signing off, until next time! Ta ta ( 12/7/18 Update: Sorry for the Hiatus, new chapter should be coming soon. School and Video games have gotten to me and I put this story on the back burner. This update to this chapter and following chapters is grammar updates and more flow-y stuff. Ta Ta!)