A/N: As I said before, expect random updates. I will try my best to involve as many characters as possible while putting in the actual events that have happened. This game is kind of a big deal. You only have to pay five dollars to enter this competition for the seniors. You get about seven hundred dollars if you win. In other words, the last man standing. Just because your assassin shoots you, doesn't mean you still can't enjoy the game. You can still help others, that is, if those so-called 'others' are still in the game. In real life, only the students have the option to play, however, for the sake of this fan fiction, the beacon staff will be playing. This is a modern world AU, except the whole faunus thing. Let's get started!


THURSDAY


"Assassins is every year."

"Yeah, and it starts tomorrow."

"Can you believe it? We're seniors, we can finally play the game!"

"Be sure to follow for the kill count."

"And don't forget…social media obliteration."

The random student sighed and said, "No pressure."

Yang walked through the crowded hallways of Beacon High School. She heard the various whispers about the game she had been dying to play since she was a little girl. Why? It's because of her family history; her grandmother won, her mother won, and now, it was Yang's turn to win, and everyone knew it. (Toto: This school is old).

Of course, Yang had a plan on how to win. It wouldn't be easy going up against her senior class. It was common knowledge that one needs to have resources available for them to use in order to win. One of Yang's many advantages is the fact that her dad owns a car dealership; so she basically has an unlimited selection of cars in case she needs to switch.

Yang also has another unlikely advantage; she does not do much outside of school, besides boxing in the gym, which is actually quite surprising. However, she could easily move that activity to inside her house just for this game. She carefully calculated everything she needed to do before hand. She didn't like the idea of becoming basically a recluse, but that's what the outcome started to forebode.

The last of her advantages would be the fact she also has Ruby, a person who would never betray Yang as well as being Yang's "adopted little sister". She couldn't even fathom the thought of Ruby betraying her trust.

A few years ago, as a couple of underclassmen, Yang and Pyrrah formed an official alliance to prepare for the onslaught. They were soul mates in a way; they could trust each other with just about anything. They have known each other since elementary school, and since then the bond they have formed has become virtually unbreakable.

That bond however, caused Yang to worry about Pyrrah's potential as a player in "Assassins". This worry lead Yang to discover the only way Pyrrah could get shot, and that was after her soccer practice, which put her in quite a bit of danger. On the flip side however, Yang's only worry about her own safety was the fact that she would have to go outside to stalk her mark.

You have to know how to keep your mouth shut on specific topics. If certain information got leaked, like when you are going after your mark, the hunter would become the hunted and your mark could alert your assassin, then you would realize that because of this simple mistake, you inadvertently lost. However, there is also another risk, although not to you, that can only happen if your target knows your assassin. This means by telling your assassin that you're being hunted, the mark could also potentially leak the information on who is hunting YOU.

This game is one all about risk and reward. By taking higher risks, your reward is potentially greater, but on the flip side, taking a higher risk also has the potential of you losing because you got too greedy. Sadly though, not many people know about that fact, because of so, it makes the game a little bit less challenging at the start, but once the pool of contestants have been weeded out, the real fun begins.

In present time, Yang was sitting; waiting for the message from the page led by Melanie and Miltia on who her mark is going to be. Today, it's Thursday, the day before the game would finally begin. Her fate will be decided tomorrow at 3:15, and because of so, Yang could only wait anxiously.

After about forty minutes, Yang got the personal message from the page which she had so anxiously been waiting for. Based on the context of the message, Yang could only think that Miltia was the one who sent her the message.

*HEYYYY YANG! GOOD LUCK IN ASSASSINS! I know for a fact you'll win just like your granny and mom. But just because I'm a game maker doesn't mean I'll help you cheat. YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN.*

Yang sighed. Truthfully, Miltia became a friend to Yang by complete chance when they were on the basketball team together last year. To be honest, when Yang first met Miltia, she thought Miltia had a resting bitch face, but that didn't mean Miltia was a bitch. Shortly thereafter however, Yang quit the team to pursue boxing more competitively. Melanie was another story though; the only reason Yang wasn't friends with Melanie was because she wasn't on the basketball team; the blonde never had the chance to speak with her.

Which brings them here...

Yang was sitting in her boring English class glad for a distraction, smiling and looking down at her phone that was hiding in her lap.

- Miltia, cut the crap. Ik u texted every1 else their target b4 me just to piss me off. Who is my target?-

Miltia replied a little too quickly for comfort.

*Fine jeeeez, lighten up, will ya? Your target is: Fox Alistair. HAPPY HUNTING!*

Yang felt uneasy about her target. She only saw him fight in boxing, and he was a good one at that. He looked to have power to his speed, but that wasn't it at all. He knew where pressure points were on the body and he could take down even the mightiest of boxers. Fox wasn't only strong; he was smart and very in tune with the rest of Beacon. In short, Yang knew she was screwed.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath.

Just then, the bell rang for the end of the school day. Yang immediately went to go find Pyrrah to discuss their targets.

While walking to her locker, the blonde just kept thinking about how hard this game was already. Now she knew why people made such a big deal out of winning. The winner got SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS on average, which is a MASSIVE amount of money to all the students at Beacon. Her mother and grandma had to be quite something to win the game against this many people, and among them, quite a few bad asses, some of which she had already met.

Yang's mother and grandma aren't around anymore. Her grandma died of old age and her mother went MIA shortly after Yang entered high school. However, the void in Yang's heart was shortly filled with excitement by her beloved sister Ruby's unexpected arrival.

The blonde arrived at Pyrrah's locker, and to her surprise, the Amazon was already packing up to leave for soccer. Pyrrah usually takes her time after school. Soccer starts around 3:30 P.M. and school ends at 3:00 P.M. It was especially odd since the game's participants had just been selected and it was now 3:17 P.M.

Yang bit her bottom lip and ignored that fact. The blonde came up behind Pyrrah and slapped her back, "Hey Pear!" Yang moved closer to her ear, violently inhaling her hair, "Who's your target?" She let out a creepy exhale.

Pyrrah, used to Yang's action and ignoring it, smirked and looked like she was on top of the world. She put her hands on her hips as her hair swayed back and forth, "Mine is so easy to shoot, and I have his class every day. It's professor Port. By the way, stop smelling my hair!"

Yang gave a wide grin, "Psh how 'bout no? I only call you Pear because your hair smells like majestic pears. Though, for some reason there seems to be a hint of lilac…" Yang paused at a quick thought about the unusual scent in Pyrrah's hair, but she brushed it off the thought that had crossed her mind. "But back to the whole Port thing," Yang's eyes lit up, "You can literally just wait for him to come outside to his car after school. That is way too easy! You're so lucky!" Yang felt like already congratulating Pear on the kill.

"I know, but enough about me, what about you, are you screwed?" Pyrrah could tell by Yang's eagerness she was nervous. "If you were happy about your target you probably would have told me first."

Yang rubbed the back of her head, "Yeah, I got Fox Alistair. What am I gonna to do?" Her head dropped with her spirits lowered.

Pyrrah perked up, "Hey! Ren has band with him! You could totally ask Ren for the band schedule. Also, about Fox, I've heard he's blind. So I guess that's something to go with."

Delighted by the band idea, Yang replied, "I will definitely do that, and it won't matter if he's blind if he can stay inside all day. Or at least dodge me when I shoot him."

Pyrrah began to rush, "Yeah, you do that. Listen, I have to go, this is the last soccer practice before I have to start worrying if I'm going to be shot afterwards," she laughed, "I'll see you later Yang."

"Bye, Pear" Yang watched as Pyrrah left the hall. Pear's laugh brings joy to this world.

As Pyrrah's back was turned and walking away, she couldn't help but smile at her fond nickname that she secretly loved. She was never switching that shampoo.

Before Yang knew it, the hallways were completely empty, and she went home.


THURSDAY NIGHT


The blonde had made plans with Neptune yesterday to go water gun shopping in preparation for the game tomorrow. Neptune picked her up and they were currently in Dust Till Dawn.

Yang and Neptune's relationship was a simple one. Back in middle school, Neptune took an interest in Weiss, and that's just kind of how he got involved in their friend group. Weiss never returned his feelings, although, it was quite clear to Yang that Weiss liked Neptune, but he still connected with the group. As Yang puts it he just 'appeared out of no where.' Even though he suddenly became part of the squad, they got along really well over the years.

Yang and Neptune were standing looking at a wide selection of water guns for the past twenty minutes. Neptune was losing patience with the blonde.

Yang wanted the PERFECT water gun, something that would make her mother and grandma proud. Something worth buying, something WORTH her time.

"What are you even looking for?" Neptune was genuinely curious. He wanted to know what kind of water gun supposedly one of the best assassins would buy. Let's see if her hot personality is unable to be doused by a little water...

"Something mobile, nothing too big or flashy, though that is my style." She said with a wide grin.

"You mean something like this?" He held up the smallest, handheld purple water gun. It was almost smaller than Neptune's hand.

The blonde gasped in surprise and shook Neptune's shoulders, "NEPTUNE! IT'S PERFECT! YOU ARE A GENIUS!" Yang could just tell from the water gun's aura that this was the way to go. She got a very good vibe.

"A pu-pu-pu! Intellectual. Thank you." He said with a smile, "But you know I was just joking right? That thing can't hit anyone."

Yang took that as a challenge. She didn't say anything and forcefully took the water gun from Neptune's hand. The blonde went over to the nearest water fountain and filled up the water gun.

Neptune gave her a weird look of disbelief. You know, the 'oh god, not in the middle of this store, have some mercy!' Face. She began to shoot him with tons of mini sprays, courtesy of her new little handheld purple water gun she nicknamed Ember.

"Hey! It can shoot far too!" The blonde knew for a fact she was buying it.

After drenching Neptune, Yang kind of had to pay for that water gun. The manager of the store made sure of that.

"I can't believe you just bought, AND named that…that thing, and was drenching me really necessary?" Neptune looked disappointed in Yang. He really wanted to see her buy some badass looking water gun, something maybe having a chance at winning. I guess she's a squirter, not a shooter.

"HEY! Just watch, Ember and I are going to beat the entire senior class together." Yang began to cuddle her new gun. "Besides, what the hell is that thing?"

Neptune gasped, "THIS, is my new best friend!" He held up a large, blue water gun, holding it closely.

"Yeah, good luck running with that giant ass thing in your arms. Though, I guess that's not too surprising since you're named after a god of the sea." The blonde gave him a knowing look.

"Says the girl who prefers squirting rather than finishing loudly," Neptune said under his breath.

"Each person has a different style I guess… " Neptune paused, "Anyways, Yang I really want you to win." Neptune took a deep breath.

Yang knew this conversation was taking a turn to the serious side and began listening intently.

He continued, "If I get out, I promise I will try to help you." He stared into Yang's lilac eyes and paused briefly, "Of course that is, if you let me. I know the theme of this game is to 'trust no one,' but I want you to know, you can trust me." Neptune gave a wide grin showing off his pearly whites.

Yang swore she saw one of them twinkle.

She ignored it and looked into his sincere eyes, which was a little difficult since he's half a foot taller than her "Thanks Neptune, but for right now, I am just going to see how things play out."

Yang didn't want to believe Neptune was Yang's assassin; not her Vanilla boy. But currently, Yang was playing it safe, and trusted no one but Pyrrah. She did not want him to take offense to that, but that's just how things were at the moment.

"Well, I'm glad you listened to what I had to say." Neptune looked very relieved.

"Hey no problem buddy!" Yang gave him a cheery smile and held out her fist.

They bumped fists and Neptune said, "You might have the better chance, but I still want the cash."

Yang couldn't help but laugh, "Doesn't everyone?"


Toto: You like it? Check out The Grim(m) Oracles by me as well!

Nick Note: I honestly have too much of a blast thinking of sex puns. It's the name of the game around here, and I think it's one of the reasons I'm gonna have a blast editing this Fan fic. All hail the mighty Nick-sama!