This first one isn't so much a prompt as an idea i had in a discussion with Instagram account reaper_rose (don't know your FF user name, if you have one, but here's your story!).
BRAU, takes place between Act 1 and Act 2 of Black Reaper l
The moon hung high in the sky. A man sat in the central square of Vale's downtown area. He wasn't very remarkable. Plain suit, plain face, plain brown hair. One wouldn't look at him and think anything of him, just another shadow in the crowd. But this man was remarkable in ways one couldn't see. He could almost sense numbers, see how they go together and know where to pick them out. His mother often joked it was his semblance, though the man knew very well that he never had an unlocked aura.
This man could have been anything with his gift of numbers. A glorious mathematician, a famous banker… But the man never felt these paid enough for his 'gift'. So he turned to something else… a shadow accountant, managing funds for a number of high profile criminal organizations. He worked very hard to get where he is, though a problem had arisen in recent months. This problem had a name, and that name was Torchwick.
This arrogant plug thought he could just invade the scene and take a chunk of Vale for himself, going to so far as to demand his services. Demand! The nerve of the man! Of course, the money was good, and he gave in for a while… But the man saw too many inconsistencies. He questioned the way Torchwick worked. He didn't seem to appreciate the balance the Underworld had so carefully built. So he withdrew his support, not wanting to be around when the criminal 'masterminds' own poor decisions came down on his head.
"Hello, Mr. Smith." A girl walked up to him and greeted.
The man, who was not named Mr. Smith, looked up at her. All black clothing, including a large cape. Red flags should have gone off instantly, but the man ignored them. He wasn't expected any retaliation, after all. "Who are you? You seemed dressed for a funeral." He asked.
"Your funeral." The woman smiled darkly under her hood.
The pieces came together instantly. "Your Torchwick's assassin, aren't you?"
"Assassins kill people." The dark woman countered. "You've already ended your own life, betraying Torchwick. I'm simply the Reaper, come to collect."
"I don't see a difference." The man told her. "Or does the distinction help you sleep at night?"
The energy of the young woman changed. Her fist tightened. Her foot came up and the man found himself flying across the courtyard, sending everyone else running in terror. "Y'know, I was against this assignment." The dark figure spoke, approaching the man. "I thought it was a bit over the top. Unnecessary. But Torchwick is my boss, I suppose…" She finished her approach and rested her foot on the man's chest. "And I think I already lost my regret." Her foot came down on his ribs, repeatedly. Then she drew her leg back and kicked him once more, sending him into a nearby statue.
He got up slowly, full of pain, and tried to shamble away. Not that he thought there was anywhere he could go, but impending death had a funny way of shooting rationality out of the water. He stumbled along through the large wooden doors of a nearby church. The bells started to ring for midnight.
One
Two
Three
The woman entered the church and walked towards him. The draft from the now open doors started blowing out the candles one by one, slowly turning the building to shadow. Red eyes were all the broke the approaching night.
Four
Five
Six
"You hear those bells?" The figure spoke, her sweet voice filled with increasing rage.
Seven
Eight
Nine
"Do you know what they're for?"
Ten
The man could only breathe. All he could feel as he stared into those eyes was fear.
Eleven
The vicious woman smiled.
Twelve
"It's your funeral."
Reaper stepped out of the church a few moments later, covered in blood. What she could do to that man wasn't really enough to stop or even start to calm the Red Haze. She was going to have to pay a visit to the Forever Fall before returning underground.