I haven't been part of this fandom for very long, but I do know that I love Fairy Tail very, very much.

Technically, I watched the anime first, and now I'm reading the manga, slowly making my way towards recent chapters. I do have general knowledge, though, so I hope you guys bear with me. This chapter is not particularly exciting, though I hope you enjoy it, or decide to stick around and see where it goes.

This story is actually based on a tiny idea I had a long time ago, though I've changed it more to fit the story. The title is currently a WIP, so if you guys have any suggestions, I'm all ears!

All rights go to Hiro Mashima.

Heartless.

Freak.

Cruel.

Blank.

She had heard the names thrown around, but she had never batted an eyelash. They were blinded by fear, confusion, to actually see her properly. She was blinded by nothing. They were foolish, and she couldn't care less about them.

Oddly enough, when she was around, they never could bring themselves to repeat the names; she had even onced asked them, very plainly, why they never called her that to her face. There was no response to that, and people made sure to keep away from her. They were afraid of her. She was incapable of feeling, and it was all their Master's fault.

This was a fact that was dully acknowledged in her mind. They had shown her the object that 'controlled' her. It was an orb that could fit in the palm of her hand, and it glowed faintly. It was supposedly numbing her ability to feel, as they had put it. It had been doing its job well for over ten, at least.

She could've smashed it. It would have been so easy, so stupidly simple.

"Don't smash it," he had told her. "You'll set your emotions free, and you'll be just like everyone else."

So she didn't. She was trained to obey their orders.

Blinded by emotions, crippled by them. She was none of that. She had seen how others acted, how their tempers would run high, or how easily they could get hurt. She had no real desire to become like that.

Besides, the fact that her emotions, untapped and unused since she was a little girl, were trapped, making her a hollow shell of nothing, was of no concern to her. She couldn't bring herself to really care.

She could say she liked being all those things, but then again, she didn't really have likes or dislikes. She just did as she was told. There was really no other purpose for her existance.

"Lucy," the masters would call her.

"Blank face," the fearful members of the guild would whisper; they worked for the masters, like she did, but they could never get over the fact that their boss's pride and joy was such a heartless girl.

She knew better than to listen to them. She was better than that. They were scum, too afraid to acknowledge the fact that she was, by all means, much stronger than them. She was the one who couldn't feel. There was no mercy, no pity from her. She didn't understand the concept.

Because of this, she was sent to do their dirty work. Apprehend those they didn't like, and on occasion, destroy them. Sometimes she was the one asking for the information, though she never stuck around once her role was over. It was messy after that, and Lucy had the feeling she was not required when things became messy.

Her life was spent in the guild, and from the information she had, she knew there was no other place to go.

Her masters knew. They knew her well enough that she could never, ever care. She would never return to her father. He was the one who gave her to them in the first place. What was the point in going back?

They had never hid anything from her. She did not care. They never thought she would.

"His name is Macao Conbolt."

Lucy stared at the man on the floor, who had fainted long before he arrived. She showed no signs of sympathy at his pathetic state.

"One of our members brought him in, he is a member of a little guild that had been giving us much trouble recently." The man speaking paced back and forth, pausing only to kick the man's body, as if to check he were still alive.

"Their headquarters had been destroyed, though this one had tried to inturrupt our buisness. We had not anticipated an audience."

"You attacked a guild in the dead of night, where no one was supposed to be," Lucy stated, voice dull. It appeared to be a cowardly act, but it was not her place to say so.

"Yes, Miss Heartfilia." He looked angry, his black lips twitsted into an ugly sneer. "But we can use him. The guild has probably noticed that he is gone; they must be quaking in fear, unsure of what to do. Pathetic cowards."

Lucy said nothing to him, only keeping her gaze on the unfamiliar man. He let out a pained groan and shifted slightly.

"We've decided that we could be of some use, however."

"How so?" Lucy asked blandly. "Another questioning, Master?"

"It certainly does appear that way, doesn't it..." he mused. "Shall you take care of it, Miss Heartfilia?"

Lucy finally looked up at him, her face a mask of disinterest. "If I must, Master."

He is the Master of the guild, right? Lucy thought blankly.

"Good." He nudged the man again, nose wrinkled in disgust. "He won't be waking up any time soon. Leave now, and we'll send for you when he's ready to talk."

Lucy nodded in affirmation and started to leave, before something caught her eye. She knelt beside him and rolled him over, pulling out a torn picture from the pocket of his jacket; it depictated a young man, an awake and uninjured Macao, with his arm around a little boy, several years younger than herself.

"A son," Lucy stated aloud, showing it to the Master. He snorted in disinterest, waving his hand in a clear sign of dismissal.

"He has a family," Lucy continued, ignoring him.

The master leaned forward, so that his face was only a few inches away from her. He was scowling fiercely, and his breath was sour. Still, she didn't flinch, and appeared to be staring right through him, as though he weren't there.

"You have your orders, Lucy Heartfilia."

The use of her full name made her twitch, but otherwise she had no reaction. There was always something about that name that would make her do that.

"I understand," was her automatic response.

"You are to obey my every command; I am ordering you to question this man, and once you are done..."

He drew away from her to shove at Macao's body, which rolled once before stopping. There was a low groan, but he did not wake up.

"Dispose of him."

Her face remained impassive, but she did not respond right away.

He has a family, a small voice whispered in her head. A little boy, too. You'll be the one to kill his father...you'll be ripping someone's life away, out of someone else's life...

"I understand," she repeated.

He nodded, and this time, she left, not looking at Macao, and let the picture drop from her hand. She had recieved her orders, and she was expected to carry them out. Their perfect lab rat, their perfect servant.

She was the blank-faced girl, the girl who felt nothing; no pity, no pain, no guilt. She followed orders blindly, without question, without a care. Occasionally, there would be a strange, nagging sensation in the back of her mind, but it was easily smothered and locked away, until it managed to worm its way out again.

Arguably, she would have been beautiful. But with a face that was slack, a personality that did not exist, she faded into the background, or was an intimidating presense. No one could be around her long.

She did not care what they thought, and she did not care what she did to anyone. She truly was heartless.

But then again, that was not her fault.

Macao Conbolt would soon be another name that would be lost in her head. She would carry out Master's command, and she would be done, moving on with her life. She would continue being the blank-faced girl.

That was what she believed, at least. And after ten years, who would have thought that would change?