A/N from A.C.: Oooh, close to the ending! Hehe
I was free. No more being caged up like an animal. However, if my plan went through like it was supposed to be... Well, we'll find out about that later.
It was going to be hard to get to the throne room where Weiss usually is. Guards constantly walked the halls along with the occasional Restrictor or Tsviet. The thrill of both the hunt and the chance of getting caught made a shiver go up my spine. I was going to get him... My dearest Brother. He'll wish that he never messed with me in the first place. He'll pay for all the backstabbing, betraying, and cheating that he did.
I snuck into the guards' office and went over to the drawer in the desk that held any sort of weapon taken from prisoners. Moving things around in the large drawer, I finally found it. My precious handgun. Oh, how I've missed you! I smiled as I ran my fingers along the metal barrel then back down to grip the handle. I checked how many rounds were still in her and smiled brighter when I saw that the chamber was full. These guards need to work on their confiscated weapon storage.
Weiss had hurt me and he can't take it back. I smirked to myself as I walked back down the hallway and snuck into the guards' changing room. Looking around, I spotted a few uniforms on the benches in the locker room near the showers. The uniform was bland, grey. It consisted of grey pants, a black tank top, a grey vest, a military hat, socks and military boots. I quickly grabbed one of the uniforms and changed. I found an elastic and put my hair up and hid it under the hat. My tattoos were showing though, which wasn't very good but no one really knew about them so it shouldn't be a problem. As for my crimson eyes, a lot of people have strange eye colors. I should be able to get away with this.
Wings. My wings will be the hard part. I'll just have to be careful that they don't get seen by anyone. As long as I stay mostly in the shadows and keep my wings folded up, no one should notice.
Quietly, I left the locker room and walked like a proper guard, hands clasped behind my back, down the hallway, headed for Weiss' throne room. No one should know it's me, unless they know me under the mask or with the tattoos. So, really, only Weiss and the scientists should know.
I pushed the door open and walked into the room. I felt a smirk creep onto my face when I caught sight of Weiss lying on the throne. He looked up and his grey eyes landed on me. I was too far away, in the shadows too much, for him to see my tattoos.
He sat up straight on the throne, "May I help you?"
Always the polite one, Weiss... I made my voice deeper, making my British accent heavier than it really is, "I've been stationed to keep watch over you, Lord Weiss. Your Brother has escaped."
His eyes went wide and he leaned forward, "What? Nero escaped? How?"
I smirked to myself and shifted my weight, trying to act uncomfortable with the answer. "He seems to have seduced a guard and ran while he slept after they... you know..."
"He... He slept with a guard?"
I nodded my head, "Yes, my Lord." He seemed upset by the news. He must have known just how much I cared for him and how loyal I was. To hear how I was with someone else must hurt him. Do you regret sleeping with Rosso yet, Brother?
"Tell me..." he started quietly, "Tell me if you saw Nero coming toward here."
I shook my head, "No, I didn't."
"Good..." He leaned back in his throne, relaxing.
I stepped forward, putting a hand on the grip of my gun, my finger hovering over the trigger. I smiled, dropping the fake thicker accent and letting my voice go back to normal, "You relaxed now, Weiss?"
Apparently my voice registered in his mind. He sat up on the throne and stared at me, "Nero..?"
I waved at him, "Hello, my dearest Brother."
"What are you doing here, Nero? You should be in prison."
I walked closer to him, running my fingers over the barrel of the gun, "I was short a few souls, so I came to collect."
"What? Nero, you can't be serious!"
I grinned widely, my eyes sparkling with excitement, "Oh, I am very serious, darling Brother."
He growled deeply and I grinned in response. He stood up and grabbed his swords that were resting against the side of the throne. "I won't go down without a fight, Nero."
"Oh?" I aimed my gun at him, "I'm sure you'll soon find out that you will. You may be our supposed 'leader', but I can still bring you down. I don't even think it will be that hard!" I chuckled deeply, feeling my mind slipping away even more.
"What happened to you, Brother?" Weiss asked as he walked forward, "You changed so much. You're not the same anymore."
"I wonder why!" I snapped out at him, "You! This is all your fault, Weiss! You screwed with me too much and I finally snapped! Are you happy now, Brother?"
A look of shame and guilt flickered across his face for a moment before fading away, "I'm not happy. No."
I fired two rounds at him, snarling, "Good! This is all your fault, Weiss! You'll pay for what you've done to me!"
He quickly moved his sword to block the bullets; sparks flew when they met the metal of the sword. He got into a fighting stance and narrowed his eyes, "You can't defeat me. You don't have enough power."
"All you have is speed, Weiss," I yelled back at him, "You don't have the training with your weapon that I have!"
Weiss moved fast, running toward me, swinging his sword to the side, ready to strike. I spread my wings and wrapped them around my torso as a shield; the sword met my wings with a screech of metal on metal. Weiss winced and backed away, bringing a hand to the side of his head. I guess all that Mako in his system is somewhat of a bad thing.
His too sensitive hearing was defiantly going to cause him to lose this fight. I smirked to myself and scraped my wings together, the noise didn't bother me at all. But Weiss dropped his sword in order to cover his ears. I dashed forward, knocking him to the ground and settling down on his stomach.
"Look where all your cheating has gotten you, Brother…" I pressed the barrel to his forehead and smirked, "Well, you won't have to worry any longer, Weiss. I'm here to solve all your problems. Let me fix everything."
His eyes were wide, "Nero, you can't d-"
My finger pressed down on the trigger and those sparkling grey eyes faded as blood sprayed out of the wound and dripped down his handsome face. "Goodnight, Weiss."
I turned my head to look at the door to the throne room when I heard a gun cock, "Put your weapon down!"
I smiled, "As you wish, officer."
I did as I was told and put my gun on the floor.
