Hey guys. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you like it. It's set before the first season starts.


Mira crouched among the leaves, looking down on the park from high above. A single sword was concealed at her waist, and a gun loaded with vials of a red liquid was clenched in her left hand. She had been waiting for the past three hours, and was begging to think the more logical decision was simply to leave. But if she did that, she'd miss out on the fun. After all, it wasn't every day that one had an opportunity to kill the Black Reaper. It was even rarer to get to do it for money.

Her assignment had been simple, only a few whispered words shared between two people as they walked by each other: Kill the Black Reaper. Of course, it had been up to her to do all the research: the Organization not even bothering to give her a location. The information she'd found had put her just a bit on edge, which wasn't helping her to stay focused. If she was going to pull this job off, she'd need all her wits about her.

She fiddled with her Tangram while she waited, fitting the seven pieces into a square and then scrambling them again. Some people would tell her that solving the same puzzle every time was cheating her price, but she thought it was the simply most logical thing to do.

Footsteps sounded on the pavement below Mira's hiding spot and she jumped, dropping one of the wooden pieces. She swore, leaning over the branch to see where it had landed. The small triangle rested by the feet of a man in a long black trench coat. He looked up at her, his white mask standing out in the night.

Quickly Mira pressed herself against the tree trunk. The Black Reaper had come prepared. How had even known about her assignment? Mira shook her head. That didn't really matter now. He had already seen her. She'd just have to attack quickly.

Gathering her courage, Mira drew her sword and leapt to the ground, striking out at the spot where the masked man had been standing just a few moments ago. Her blade met only air and she overbalanced, falling forwards.

Something twisted around her neck, pulling tight. She spun, gasping for air, and brought her sword down across the wire that had ensnared her. The blade skittered off uselessly, and her sight began to turn blurry. Mira raised her gun, feeling almost blind. She had no idea where the vial would hit, but she didn't intend to die so easily. She squeezed the trigger.

The wire around her neck loosened, informing her that she'd hit her target. She pulled the line away easily. Her sight was clearing, but she couldn't see any sign of the Black Reaper. That's not good.

A slight blue glow outlined Mira's body and her eyes sparked red as she tentatively reached out with her power. She could feel the pulsing of the vials, but nothing else. So the vial hadn't been able to inject its contents. Which meant that the Black Reaper was still somewhere in the darkness, most likely right behind her.

Pain lanced through her shoulder. She turned her head to see a blade protruding from the skin. A little voice hummed in her mind, His power is electricity. Mira tore the blade from her body seconds before it sparked with electricity. That had been far too close for her liking.

She barely had time to recover from the previous attack before the next came. There was suddenly an onslaught of blades and sharp-tipped wires, so rapid that Mira could only dodge. The Black Reaper was still hidden in the shadows. She wouldn't have been able to deliver a decent blow even if she hadn't been focused on dodging. There had to be some way to lure him out.

The next blow that came almost struck her in the chest. Mira moved to the side quickly, and the blade only tore the sleeve of her coat. That gave her an idea.

When the next attack came, Mira spun away, smashing a vial against the now exposed skin just above her collar bones. Shards of glass cut the skin, and a bit of blood mixed with the red liquid as it stained her shirt. In school, Mira had never been very good at acting, but hopefully she'd be able to pull this one off.

Mira dropped to her knees on the ground, hands going to the "wound" in her neck. She rolled onto her back, biting hard on her tongue as she did so. Blood trickled from the corners of her mouth and she coughed. It wasn't hard to make her breath uneven, and she hoped she was convincing. With all the experience Mira had with death, she should be able to fake it.

Just as she had hoped, the Black Reaper stepped out of the shadows, approaching slowly, preparing to finish her off. If her timing was even a second off, Mira would be dead for real. She wished she could glance to her right where the sword lay, even though she knew it was only a few inches away, and she would be able to reach it when the time came. Until then, every second felt like a life time.

Time continued its slow procession until the Black Reaper knelt just beside her, his hand just a few centimeters from her face. Now.

Mira seized the sword, bringing it up behind the Reaper's back, and driving it downwards in one fluid motion. He staggered back, surprised by the sudden pain he felt. Mira, too, drew back, cradling her hand. She had accidently seized the sword's blade instead of the hilt, slicing her palm open in the process. Of course, the Black Reaper had gotten the worse end of it.

The blade protruded from his side, too low to have pierced any vital organs, and too far to the right to sever his spine. Still, it would impede him greatly. While he was still recovering from the shock of Mira's attack, she tore a strip from her shirt and wrapped it around her hand, wincing whenever she moved her shoulder. She was half-way finished when the Black Reaper attacked.

He had removed the sword, which lay off to the side. Blood was pouring from the wound, staining his clothes. Mira found the fact that he was standing amazing, and it was even more amazing that he still had the strength to attack. The attack had no power behind it, though, and Mira dodged easily.

It was time to finish this once and for all.

When he stumbled, Mira retrieved her gun from where she had dropped it after removing the bullet. There were only a few shots left, so she'd have to make them count. She whirled quickly, and fired as he fought to remain on his feet. The bullet hit him in the neck, but didn't tear his skin. Instead, the contents of the vial were injected into his bloodstream, and he finally dropped to his knees in the grass. He tried to rise, but only fell again.

Mira stalked over to him, and knocked him onto his back. To ensure that he wouldn't use his ability, Mira drove two sticks through his palms, pinning them down and causing him to wince in pain.

Slowly she reached out with her power, and felt the Black Reaper's mind within her grasp. She would have liked to take the time to figure out an interesting way to kill him, but she didn't have the time to. If she waited much longer he would just bleed to death, and that would be no fun at all. Instead, Mira settled on removing his mask to satisfy herself. Besides: she liked to see the faces of the people she killed.

She bent down and hooked her fingers under the mask, gathering her power together at the same time. With a single motion, she flicked the mask off, and began her attack. But suddenly she stopped, reigning her powers in before she harmed him. Mira didn't know what had made her stop, but suddenly she just couldn't bring herself to kill him.

He had slipped into unconsciousness, his eyelids slipping closed. It was odd how peaceful he looked, as if he were sleeping. Dark hair was plastered to his face with sweat. His lips were slightly parted, like someone having a dream. But that was impossible of course. Contractors never dreamed. Still. . . She couldn't let him die.

Mira pulled off her jacket, tearing it into strips. She kept a small first-aid kit in one of the pockets, which she removed. Inside were gauze pads, a suture and thread, as well as bandages. Mira carefully broke the remaining vials open, soaking up the alcohol inside them with a gauze pad. Gently she removed his shirt and disinfected his wounds. Suturing them shut would be far more difficult, seeing as Mira had no medical training whatsoever. Thankfully her hand didn't shake, and she closed both openings as well as she could. Mira bandaged the wounds quickly, using both the dressings from the kit and the strips she'd torn from her coat, and tying them tight. She pulled the sticks from his hands and bandaged those as well, before covering him with what was left of her coat.

Moving to the place where she'd dropped the small triangle of her Tangram set, Mira produced the other pieces, and fit them easily into a square. Finished with her payment, Mira pocketed the pieces and walked off, leaving the Black Reaper lying in the grass, his breath slowly becoming more even.