Peace. It's what every kingdom works to achieve. An eternal peace. It'll never happen. For, in the shadows, behind closed and locked doors, the Templar and Assassins have been fighting an eternal war. Even while people are able to go throughout their days without conflict, people like me fight to ensure their freedoms. As the White Fang chapter, as the Templar calls it, comes to a close, as the illusion of peace settles in, I have reignited the eternal flame of war between the Brotherhood and the Templar, fighting to keep the people of this world free.
I leaned against the wall, waiting for my target to come by. His name is Torchwick, a real jackass. Red hair, bowler hat, white jacket, and a gun cane. He was always smoking a cigar. He also wore a necklace with the templar cross on it, under his clothes. He and his gang of Fangs were passing through, stirring up trouble as usual. Little did they know that I was gonna be their trouble. I heard a familiar voice around the corner, and dashed into an alley.
"Now, make sure that everything goes to plan. I don't want that Assassin getting in our way again." He said.
"Well, kinda hard to stay out of it, mate." I stepped out, ten feet in front of them. "Considering' that you got all these blokes with ya, and that douchebag voice of yours, you're hard to miss."
"Ah, Assassin. I see that you're looking fine. Tell me, what is your secret?"
"It's called a secret for a reason, mate." I drew a gun and spun the cylinder. "Now, we gonna fight?"
"On the contrary, I'd like to see how one of my friends fairs against you. Neo!" A girl, younger than me, with pink and black hair, stepped out from behind him. Torch pointed at me. "Kill him." She took a pink umbrella and pointed it at me. I looked down at my gun, then at her.
"Really, mate?" I fired, and the bullet snapped the 'brella in half. They both looked shocked. "Well what did'ja expect? I had my gun aimed at you, and you had a 'brella."
"Men, get him!" Two of the fangs charged at me. I splayed my fingers, letting my hidden blade spring out, and slashed through both of their necks. They were dead before they hit the ground. I drew my second gun and shot the two that had their sights on me, before putting the guns back in their holsters.
"Now listen here, wankas. Tell Cindy and the rest of your friends that the Brotherhood's back, and no one's puttin' us in the ground." I turned and aimed my grapple hook at a roof. As I heard them run, I pulled myself up and went to the tavern. I put my gear and robes away and flipped the sign. Once again, people quickly flooded the place. This time, however, I was waiting for someone. He walked in, his crimson cape flowing behind him. He sat at the bar.
"I'll have a glass of the usual." He said, putting down a few bills. I took them.
"Right up, mate." I poured a glass of the stuff and set it before him. He sipped it.
"So, how's the place going, Gideon?" He asked, setting the glass down.
"It's goin' fine, mate. But, that ain't why you're here, is it, Crow?" I took a rag and wiped off a few spots on the bar. He smiled.
"You're smarter than you seem. Half past ten. Upstairs." I nodded. At ten, I closed down the bar and cleaned up, and at ten thirty, I went upstairs to the living room. Crow was already sitting (more like sprawling) on the couch.
"So, what is it, mate?" I leaned on the doorframe.
"Both of my nieces are in Beacon."
"And this has to do with me, how?"
"They're good kids, willing to help you if you need it later on."
"Thanks, mate, but this line of work ain't for kids. This fight is for me, and me alone."
"Well, you dragged Ozpin and the rest of us in, I don't really see what the problem is."
"You knew what ya were gettin' yourselves into. They have no idea about this war." I sighed. "I appreciate it, but I can't take on an apprentice, not now."
"In that case, I'll be leaving." He got up and left, going to wherever he goes. I laid on the couch and sighed.
"You don't know half of the toll the fight's taken on me, mate." I muttered. War takes a toll on it's soldiers In the same way, this eternal war has taken a toll on me. I'm not who I was even half a decade ago. I lost my aura, so I forced myself to become the most efficient killer. If I could talk about the things I've learned without bringing up the age rating, I would tell. Fortunately, I can't. It's horrible, what I've done. But those actions, those evils, I make them so others don't have to. So others can fight the right way, while I work behind the scenes, doing what Assassins need to do to keep people free. If I could, I would take up a life as a huntsman, or anything else, really, to escape this life if I could. But, then someone else would be fighting this war, and I couldn't live with myself if I did that to someone, who had a whole future ahead of them. So, I fight on, so others don't have to.
