Neo knew a lot of things for certain. For instance, she knew that Jaune Arc was her's, and her's alone. She also knew that she disliked it when other people touched her things. Nora Valkyrie had made that mistake. She saw how she hugged him, how hard she squeezed his perfect chest to hers. Neo wondered if Nora knew exactly what was coming to her. What exactly she was going to do to her. Neo could never kill her, no. That would leave his team incomplete. And she hated incomplete things.

Her eye twitched as she watched yet another hug; this time she pulled him closer ad gave his cheek a tiny little smooch. That was when Neo broke. That… BITCH was getting on her last nerves. Her stupid fucking singing, her skipping, how happy she was all the goddamn time! It was all getting to her, and Neo felt the need to punish her for more than just touching her Jaune.

The night came so soon for Neo that she could scarcely believe it. The anxious feeling of joy building in her chest for what she about to do was making her sick. In through the window she went, a wicked smile on her face as her eyes switched colors. She silently laughed cheerfully as she placed the bag over Nora's head. Out the window she went, and a cruel smile as her eyes switched colors.

She counted Nora's screams. One. Two. Three. Four. Three lasted the longest of them all. The poor little girl was helpless without her hammer, and Neo took delight in each and every panicked word and plea for mercy that escaped her mouth. She sat on the edge of a roof, listening to her ramble on and on for what seemed like hours. It never ceased to amuse her just how funny it was to hear those desperate cries for a savior, especially when she knew that none would come.

She twirled her parasol, kicking her legs back and forth under the moonlight. A smirk, a giggle that wasn't heard. Another cry for help. She stood up and kicked the worthless screaming sack, and the crying started up again. Neo couldn't help but feel a little pity at the pathetic thing in the bag when it started crying for its mommy, but then, they always did that. It was starting to get boring.

She poked at the bag with her parasol, and a small amount of blood seeped through the burlap. Oops. She didn't mean to stab. Now the thing wouldn't shut up; it was starting to give her a headache. It was worse than her singing, than her skipping. And suddenly the hug came right back into her head, and she wanted this thing dead. She disliked it, hated it, loathed it. She slashed at the bag, exhaling with force on every single swing. She beat it, she cut it, she broke it. She calmed her breathing as the squirming and the crying stopped, and with a single little whimper of "Ren…" the thing stopped moving. She pulled the bag off and discarded it, looking upon the bloody flesh of the now disfigured, horribly beaten girl.

She felt no remorse, no sadness. The light in her eyes was gone, but she could tell she was still alive. She pulled out her knife and lighter, and she burned the blade. She took her time, and when she knew it was hot enough she began. She made the incision on her cheek. Of course, it was hard to hold her still. Once the blade sank into her flesh she started up again. It was as if she had never lost any blood in the first place.

Neo gleefully put her knife away and slipped her some drugs. She was out like the light of innocence in her eyes in no time at all. And then she began the incredibly boring process of stitching her back up. Once she was through, she bagged her up again.

In through the window, and a joyous smile on her face as she placed Nora back on her bed. She looked over her work one last time. On her cheek: Never touch what is mine.

Author: The Loneliest Of All

Author's Notes: You can all hate me now, even though I didn't go as far as Maxaro in the last chapter. Who, I want to say, is a sick son of a bitch who I love dearly. Go fuck yourself, man. - Lonely