Alright! Time for my first chapter! Before we go for some serious assassin hunting, how about we give Roy a bit of back story?

"An assassin lives to fight and fights to live. An Assassin is a disciple of death, and when faced with it ourselves, we laugh it in the face. When we kill we show no remorse. When we taste blood, we savor it. We are the demons that take the form of man. We are the No More Heroes.

But how did we come to be? No man is born with the knowledge to kill. How did we lose our innocence? How did we fall from grace?"- Roy Ragnarok

"No wait! I'm not too good at this! Please! Spare me!" A mook cried as I ended him. Just another small obstacle that obstructs my path. The bastard tried to off me. I guess it's the price for being the assassin. I quickly made my way out of the hotel room. Scanning my surroundings, I never let my guard drop. Not for even a moment. Suddenly, a large group of people rushed at me, everyone equipped with bats and katanaas. These guys never learn. Judging by how they moved, I could tell they were amateurs. The first assassin came, taking a swing. I easily side stepped from the blades path and sliced the attackers arm with my beam claws. A fountain of blood and gore spewed from the wound. The mook screamed in agony, and quickly died fro this wound. I turned towards the rest of the crowd. Just another day.

I made quick work of the goons, and when I had finished, the corpses of many littered the area. Maybe I should leave a big tip for the staff? Wiping the blood that stained my gauntlet, I set out into the streets of Santa Destroy. "You've been on a roll lately…Roy." Said a figure in the distance. I knew that voice anywhere. He was my adviser in the UAA. He tells me who to kill, and when to do it. It was Mr. Black.

Mr. Black, dressed in all black (Go figure), treaded slowly towards me. I could tell he was smirking, even if a scarf veiled more than half his face. I've always wondered what he looked like. Maybe he just doesn't want to get caught up with my exploits? No, that can't be it. "I've got someone I want you to kill for me. It's not a ranked fight though. It's a regular gig." He said. Because of his attire, his voice was muffled, but you could at least barely understand him. I glanced at my gauntlet, and then replied with a nod.

"You know, you never were one for chatting." He joked. You've probably realized that I've never really spoke one line of dialogue in this fanfic, even though I'm the main character. Count yourself lucky you get to hear my "true" thoughts. "But before we get into that, how about we get some breakfast? You'll be paying, of course. Say nothing if you agree." Mr. Black said. I sighed, all ready knowing that there was no way to get out of this. I just want to kill this guy and be done with it.

"Your target is named Adel Wilson, a 34 year old English male." Mr. Black explained as he ate. Oddly, he was able to eat even with his face enshrouded. I always wondered how he did that. "He is currently vacationing in the city with his family. He has some "debts" that must be paid with his life. Behind his facade, lies something gruesome. He is heavily guarded 24-7. Be careful…who am I kidding, someone like doesn't need to be careful. Just don't fuck this up. Once you've done it, you'll receive quite a large some of LBs." Mr. Black took a sip of coffee, now satisfied with his meal. "So hop too it."

The drive to the resort gave me time to think. It also reminded me about why I became an assassin. I wasn't always some cold-blooded killer. I had dreams. I had feelings. I had a voice. Why did I give that away?

"Roy! Its time for school! Get you butt out of bed and quickly eat your breakfast!" yelled middle-aged women. Roy's eyes slowly opened. He was now back in reality. Suddenly, a burst of energy overtook him. He grinned, quickly treading towards his calendar. The date was January the 25th. Today was his birthday! With this knowledge, he quickly prepared himself for school, and headed down stairs. What he saw caused his eyes to light up. All of his favorite dishes have been prepared for him! "Happy Birthday, Roy! Don't just stand there, eat! You'll be heading of to school in an hour." The grin slowly shifted into a frown. Roy sat at the table and ate in silence. His mother gave one worried glance, and went back to her cooking.

Roy didn't want to go to school today. He wanted to stay home and indulge more in his mother's cooking. He wanted to continue to dream, because facing the terrible demon known as reality…is a fate worse than death.

Roy was picked on mercilessly by the other kids. Since he never spoke, he could never tell them off. They made fun of his name (What did he expect?), how he walked, how he reacted. Perhaps they were just insecure about their own problems? Perhaps since he never spoke, they could never hear how he felt? This is how a person thinks. As long as there is no outcry, everything they do can be justified. These thoughts sickened Roy.

A man that looked like an older version of Roy walked down the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Morning everyone, How did you sleep?" he asked, clearly not caring either way. If you haven't figured out whom he was. That was Roy's Dad. Roy's Mother tried to smile at her husband, but even Roy could feel that it was phony. "Good Morning Dear! Come! I made a big breakfast. Two strong men like you guys need to eat!" she said. Roy's father quickly headed for the front door. "Sorry, I'm busy. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He said, setting out. It would seem that Roy's frown was contagious, as even his mother began frowning.

After finishing his breakfast, Roy began to head for the door. Before he could, his mother stopped him. "Hey…what's with the long face? After school, I'll pick you up. We'll go shopping for a present!" she promised, hoping that that would at least cheer him up, even only a little bit. Roy put a brave face on for his mother, but I bet even she knew that was fake too. Roy left for school, leaving his mother all alone with a pile of dishes.

My ass of a dad never stayed home. I knew why though. Unbeknown to my mom, I already knew he was a registered assassin in the UAA. As I reached the resort, it seemed my cover had already been blown. A platoon of guards confronted me, letting of rounds of ammunition on my car. Damn! They were expecting me! The windshield began to crack with every bullet that hit it. Even though it was bullet-proof, I knew it wouldn't hold long. I quickly kicked it out and jumped into the fray, my car crashing and exploding into a group of guards. Oh great. She's going to kill me when she finds out. And I haven't even paid the thing off yet.

I took on all the guards, who continued to let out several rounds into me. I quickly transferred my gauntlet into its Shield module, and a shield of energy took form upon it. After they all ran out of ammunition, they withdrew knives and batons and met with me. Good, upfront and personal. Just the way I like it. I quickly transferred my gauntlet into its claw module and fought on. I slashed and slashed. Ducked and slashed. Every guard that met with me was a corpse in mere seconds. Some of them got lucky, managing to get a hit or two, but they were minor bruises, and those "lucky" one were met with an even more gruesome end.

After I dispatched the remainder of the guards, I ran inside the resort, were even more guards resided. They all were equipped with rifles, and I could have sworn I saw an RPG in the distance. I slashed with my beam claws, and a blast of energy in the shape of a sword stroke flew across the room, decapitating and maiming a handful of guards. The remainder decided to confront me. I met them in combat with full force.

"Roy! What the hell are you doing in MY school? Get the hell out of here, you freak!" A kid no older than twelve shouted. The class let out a large howl of laughter. Roy frowned, and entered the classroom.

" Eww, you think Roy is cute? He's such a punk! Look, he isn't saying shit, even though I'm saying this to his face!" said a young girl, and again the class laughed.

"Fucking Pansy" Another kid said, pushing Roy's books on the floor"

" Little fucker! Yea, I dare you to say something!" yelled another kid, confronting Roy violently.

" Here's your lunch for today, loser!" Another kid said, serving Roy a plate of garbage.

All the name-calling, All this abuse, All the laughter. Something like this would drive someone over the edge. But Roy never talked…not even once. As the dreadful day of school ended; Roy quickly met his mother at the mall. Now they were in search for his gift! Too bad this will be the last time Roy gets to have something like this.

It happened all at once. The bystanders were reaching for their phones for 911. Children were crying, everyone was screaming. Sirens can be heard in the distance. In all this noise, no one could even hear themselves think. Roy slowly opened his eyes and found his mother lying on the floor, dead. Her blood splashed across his face. He raised his head and saw who the culprit was before he got away. A figure dressed in black. A person who's every fiber of their being was shrouded in darkness. He was the dark, quite literally.

Roy still didn't speak, not even for a moment. He didn't even cry, even knowing that his mother was gunned down. He simply stood there, watching quietly. He didn't speak during his drive to the hospital. He didn't cry even at the funeral. He didn't cry during counseling, and he never ever cried during his sleep. This had awoken something deep inside Roy…but also took something away. When a person tastes the blood of the innocent, he slowly begins to hunger for more. When a person see's a person die, they have lost something dear to them. They have lost that peace of mind. They have lost that security. They have lost their innocence. But when Roy lost that innocence, it was replaced with something far greater…

"No! Guards! Guards! He's here!" The target, Adel began to scream, running frantically as I savored the chase. He looked outside, finding all of his guards dead on the floor. He backed himself up to a corner, holding a small pistol. He shook violently, as he realized that this may be his last moments on this Earth. I treaded slowly towards him, my gauntlet stained with the blood of many. Time to add "another" to that list…

So! How did you guys like it? I think I outdid myself! If you liked it, please review it! New chapter coming very soon and its going to be a ranked battle!