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A/N - the theme of this character is The Night by Disturbed

#2 Ghost

Ghosts. We tell of them in stories and tales passed from generation to generation. We all know these tales, a spirit bound to our world unable to pass on for one reason or another. For some, an unfulfilled life, others a vengeance on someone who wronged them. They work from the shadows and they are feared amongst humanity.

The shattered moon was high over the streets of Vale and the lights of the city were alight with those enjoying the night life and the bustle of the lower city with people headed for one of the several night clubs. Yet above this lower city, things were silent and at the very top of one of the larger buildings, there was a girl, clad in black and dark purple combat armor. This girl stood on the ledge with a straight back, lime green eyes cold as ice, black hair with dark purple highlights adorned the girl's head along with a pair of black furred cat ears. On her wrists were two gauntlets with sleek dark colored metal and several contraptions hidden inside.

Amethyst Perla was waiting, waiting for her enemy to make the first move.

A man on the Council of Vale was currently in the large building in front of the girl and she had reason to believe someone wanted him dead.

Amethyst's eyes snapped to the building adjacent to her and sure enough, climbing through a darkened window was a man in what appeared to be black. Scowling, Amethyst reached behind her head and pulled a black hood over her head and with the other hand, pulled a black baklava over her face leaving only her purple eyes visible. She jumped from her spot on the opposite building and landed on the fire escape two levels below where the person had gone in. Running up the steps with a speed and grace only someone with experience in being unheard could pull off, Amethyst ran up the steps and pulled herself through the window her target had gone through.

Swiftly but quietly moving through the halls of the large building, Amethyst ducked behind corners and made sure to move unseen through the shadows, she might be here with good intent but she was still attempting to beat an assassin at their own game. There isn't a lot of room for debate as to intent especially with the time she would have.

It was fairly easy to know which way to go, while most of the building was filled with guards, there was a very specific path that was conveniently void of such manpower, something Amethyst knew was because if she was to open a broom closet, she'd find no less than half a dozen corpses crammed out of sight.

Speeding up at risk of being heard, Amethyst moved through at high speeds and turned a corner just in time to see two guards get knocked unconscious in front of a door and the black-clad man walk into a room they had no doubt been guarding.

Her subtlety gone, Amethyst ran straight for that door and dived right through it, urgency replacing subtlety in a quick moment, ignoring the clear fact that she was about to be spotted by a camera.

Once the door burst open from Amethyst charging in. The man who had a small knife in hand turned towards the door while a third person, a man with a short grey beard and hair awoke with a start.

The assassin glared at Amethyst for half a second before spinning around and attempting to throw his knife at the person who was no doubt the councilmen he had been sent to kill. What he did not expect was his aim to be thrown off by a burst of electric energy hitting him in the back. One of Amethyst's gauntlets, Midnight Gloom, was smoking from the underside, indicating she had just shot the lightning dust round. The assassin glared at this interloper and threw two more daggers at the girl who ducked just in time to dodge the flying weapons. Using the position of her dodge to her advantage, Amethyst leapt forward, shooting behind her to propel herself forward. Before he could draw any more daggers Amethyst was in close range and landing a powerful punch to the man's head. Landing on his back with the young vigilante on his stomach, there was no stopping two more rapid punches to the man's head, leaving him unconscious.

It was at this point however that the silent alarm began to take effect, the Councilman had hit said button the moment he awoke and now the guards were busting into the room, assault rifles in hand.

"Freeze!" One of them yelled at Amethyst angrily as no less than fifteen assault rifles aimed at her chest and head.

Despite her being innocent there was some reason behind the girl not wanting to go in. Whether it was her muteness making her seem guilty or a thought process involving staying out of anything that could compromise her ability to move freely, whatever the case, the girl's next move was very much a planned move.

She began to raise her arms in surrender and let two of the guards move forward. Next second she squeezed her eyes shut and once she had done that, a blinding flash of light came out of her very body.

The guards were blinded by the flash and several fired a few shots from their guns in shock but none of the dust pellets hit anything.

Her moment bought, Amethyst ran up to the first guard and punched him in the face followed by a spin kick to the one right next to her. One thinking he was hearing her, tried throwing a blind punch but Amethyst sidestepped, caught his arm under her and threw him over her using his own momentum.

The guard's vision was beginning to come back but another flash quickly undid that. With more time, Amethyst thrust her right arm outwards and from her gauntlets came a dagger attached to a black whip. The whip flew and stabbed into the hands of one of the guards who dropped his gun in pain before being flicked towards the face of another, leaving a minor wound along the cheek but disorienting enough to send him crashing head first into the nearby wall. Retracting the blade back into the gauntlet, the fast moving girl did one final spin kick and sent one guard flying backwards, landing on top of the final standing guard.

The only guard still conscious was the one stabbed in the hand, kneeling in a pained expression. This guard looked up just in time to see a punch coming to his face before he joined his fellows. The cat Faunus knelt down beside the guard before her and pulled a pair of steel handcuffs from his belt. Silently walking towards the fallen assassin, she knelt down and slid his shirt aside slightly, revealing that just below his neck was a black tattoo. A slashing claw surrounded by small droplets of what could only be assumed was meant to be blood.

She stared at this symbol for several long seconds with a look of sorrow on her face. Letting the clothes go back to their original place, Amethyst with her face still, a sullen wreck, placed the cuffs on the man's wrists so they were attached to his front. Once they were on, she moved her hand over his heart and looked down at him silently. A good will gesture she made before standing up and walking out. Stepping past the halls and towards the window she had come in from.

Thrusting her arm out, Amethyst sent the whip of her weapon towards the roof of the adjacent building and once the dagger at the end proved to have hooked something, she pulled herself upwards towards the other building, the rope retracting and pulling her upwards.

Looking downwards, Amethyst saw a good dozen white painted police vehicles begin pulling up. Nodding under her mask, she turned her back and with the use of her light manipulation Semblance, removed herself from visibility and allowed the spotlight to be directed elsewhere.

And yet there is one thing universal to all ghosts. Their ultimate goal whether they know it or not. Whether they go about it in the right way or not there is one thing they all seek.

To make peace with their pasts.