A.N. Hi guys thanks for reading a new story. If you hadn't realised already my other story, A peculiar friendship, is dead. I lost all drive with that story, so I'm placing it on permanent hiatus. If anyone is interested in taking it over just drop me a PM and it's yours. Anyway, that all I had to say for now. So I hope you enjoy.
I don't own RWBY.
It had been awhile since the fall of Beacon Academy. Awhile since they cruelly took her dreams from her right when they were getting into reach. Dreams full of joy and happiness that had been snatched away; by him. Who was he? She didn't know and to be honest, she didn't particularly care anymore. Why? Because she had a new life now. Her new life wouldn't be for everyone, but it suited her just fine. It was a simple life: wait for a target, watch the target then if ordered kill them. Doing these three things was what she did all day every day until the job stopped. But that wouldn't happen for a long time, or at least that's what her current employer, only known to her as 'N', said.
This brings us to the present day. Our beloved (hopefully) Chloris was laying, watching her target through the scope of her sniper rifle, One Shot. This job had been going on for months now, but she still hadn't been told to fire. It probably would be a bad idea to fire down upon her target even if permission was given. You see as her current occupation was that of a mercenary/ hitman you'd be correct in thinking that she had been hired by less than reputable people to do less than reputable things. This certainly explains why Chloris' crosshairs were lined up with one Ruby Rose's head. Ruby herself was none the wiser, sitting huddled together with the rest of Team RNJR under a thin sheet of tarpaulin, trying desperately to stay dry.
Chloris, however, was soaked to the skin lying prone atop an outcropping which loomed over Team RNJR's campsite. Her dark green cloak hung over her like a heavy blanket whilst the rim of her Boonie hat dropped down into view of her stunning blue eyes. Her green camouflage trousers clung to her legs just as her olive T-shirt did to her chest. There was definitely water in her combat boots and inside her webbing pockets, but she didn't care. She was in her element and used to it by now. Besides, if the rain did keep up then her targets wouldn't be moving anywhere soon.
Checking her watch she saw it was already nearing 9PM. Team RNJR generally set up camp for the night at that time, so it was time to set up her own campsite. First, she needed to pull her equipment out from her rucksack and set it up. Her small bivvy was easily constructed using the two trees on the edge of her sniper nest as places to rope it to and then pegging it down to form a wedge shape, her bivvy was complete. Next, she laid out her roll mat and sleeping bag under it before removing her weapons and cloak for the night. Starting a fire in this weather would be impossible, so instead she decides to eat a biscuit with a little fruit jam instead of eating an MRE cold. Finishing her dinner Chloris checked the time again. It had been five minutes since her last check. She slid under her bivvy and into her sleeping bag, stopping to remove her wet clothing.
Stowing away her wet clothing in her rucksack she withdrew her Scroll. N would want to know what happened during the day, so they would be expecting an update soon. Chloris set about typing her one. It was on the short side considering the fact it had rained since 12 and Team RNJR hadn't moved since then because of that fact. Chloris didn't wait for a reply before withdrawing a whetstone from her rucksack and her katana. Drawing it, she prepared for the terrible rasping sound that was about to come. Moving the whetstone down the blade in slow movements to try to achieve the greatest sharpness was not an easy skill to master, but Chloris had mastered it neither the less. Feeling curious Chloris picked up her sniper rifle before looking down at Team RNJR's camp. The pink one was snoring loudly whilst the blond one looked ready to push her out into the rain. The black one was meditating and Ruby was sharpening her scythe. Having satisfied her curiosity Chloris put her sniper rifle back down before picking up her blade and the whetstone and carrying on from where she left off. A couple of minutes after starting she stopped again content in the knowledge that the blade was sharp she sheathed it again. Now drawing her pistol, One Kill, she pulled the slide back to test the action and to see whether it needed any maintenance. Seeing no dirt or damage on the inside Chloris put it back inside its holster. Pulling her sniper rifle inside her sleeping bag laying down and closing her eyes Chloris went to sleep.
And then the dreams started...