(No joke, this one is a bit mature. Don't read it if mature or graphic content upsets you. This means you kiddo, don't read this one. Also, I am a muppet and don't own RWBY)

They never really expect it, you know? How sharp bone is when it's broken. They always think that it's smooth, or rounded over. That for whatever reason, a bone broke in two or more pieces would still feel the same.

It doesn't. The bone edges are sharp, some really sharp. And the damage broken bones can do is something they never expect either. Snap, and you're done. That's what they expect. No. Not by a long shot. The worst is head trauma. Broke an arm, a leg, even neck or back, and the person can still look human. Not with head trauma. The shape of the head is off, off in ways that just can't be natural. A cheekbone an inch lower, or broken further into the face. Damage to the back of the skull that makes the eyes bulge and ears bleed now that the back of the skull is an inch or more closer to the thalamus of the brain...

- Doctor Beggar Rose Dandy, Trauma Surgery Specialist

Umber Umbra's hands shook as she unwrapped her gloves and threw them to the side. Quickly turning away, she threw up on the ground, the force of it driving her to her knees. She...she had killed someone. She hadn't meant to. He was a bastard, a cruel, hateful sadist who made her want to kill herself every day for a year, but she hadn't wanted to kill him. Beat him and cripple him yes, but not kill.

Umber had waited for him in the locker room after training. He had been going after lunchtime at his work to work out every day for months. She had been scheduled to be somewhere else, so it surprised him that she was in there. Challenging his manhood and making him angry came next, then when he attacked her, she struck back. He couldn't have known, had no way of knowing, that for the last three years she had been training nonstop. Her hands that were once so soft were hardened by punching. Her body that he had taken for slight and willowy as she used to be was now whip chord tough. He couldn't have known, and he couldn't have known just how outmatched he was. She had been almost calm at first. Methodical even. A punch here, a knee there. If you know how and where you could cause massive damage to the human body without much trouble. She was in control of everything.

...Until she wasn't. When he had begun telling her that she had won she had gotten angry. When he told her that he gave up she was enraged. And when he begged her to stop... She didn't know what happened until she felt herself banging the back of his head against the floor, hearing the thuds, and then a crack she felt through her whole body as his skull smashed like an egg...

Umber curled up and stared at him, at the body, tears running down her face from wide open eyes as she shook. She had killed him. She lost control. There was no fixing this, dead was dead. There would be no help from her if she got caught, no one would care what he had done to her. She had lost control in a fit of rage and she would die for it. Umber's stomach tried to throw up again but only succeeded in dry heaves that felt like her lungs wanted no part in working for a murderer. She couldn't do this, couldn't look away, couldn't run... so she sat, and stared at his unmoving body until a vibration and quiet music heralded a call to her scroll.

Lucius Rook checked the time once more, then again. It was running late, and the window of opportunity he had gotten for Umber to break her old tormentor was passed. He shook his head and sipped his coffee as he took his scroll out. Dialing his teammate's number, it didn't take long for her to pick up. "Umber? Where are you? Times long past up. What happened?". He heard a shaky intake of breath that boded nothing good before Umber spoke. "Lucius... I... I lost control... H-he's dead...".

Lucius rubbed the bridge of his nose as he heard Umber crying on the other end. "Alright, Umber, hey... hey, LISTEN!". She fell silent as she waited for her team leader to speak once more. "Alright... Wash everything down Umber. Clean the entire room, the body, yourself, everything. Look around for a duffle bag or something you could fit him in. After that, lock the door, I'll be there shortly". Lucius waited for Umber to repeat his instructions back to him before ending the call and hurrying towards the door, all while different scenarios and outcomes ran through his head. He had taken the job of team leader, and as team leader, the team members were his to watch out for, and that was a job he took seriously. Umber would not be caught, and she would not go to jail, he would see to it personally.

Taking a truck from his motor pool, Lucius drove for ten minutes before he found what he needed. Parking his truck, he looked both ways as he got out and approached another vehicle. He had no idea who it belonged to, and that was the point. It was clean for this purpose. Using a lockpick to open the door, he quickly hotwired the car and headed down the road. No one noticed, no one saw. Keeping an eye out for pursuers and, well, everyone else, Lucius soon arrived at the gym. An unscheduled presentation was going on between a pair of boxers that had drawn a large crowd across the gym from where Umber was supposed to bed, making Lucius's job both harder and easier. On the one hand, it was a lot of people that may just decide to come see what was going on. On the other, the fight was an exciting one and was drawing the attention of just about everyone.

After a final look around, Lucius went inside. He quickly made his way to the locker room and knocked several times in a code he had taught the others. Hearing it, Umber unlocked the door, her normally tan face nearly as pale as his from the stress. After checking to see if she was alright, Lucius checked on the body. All Umber could find to fit him was a duffle bag, and that wasn't big enough. Lucius sighed and rolled up his sleeves before he calmly began breaking the bones and joints even more in order to stuff their victim in. Umber shook like a leaf as he did until he instructed her to clean up some of what looked like raspberry jelly that had leaked out onto the floor. She did as she was told and soon had the mess cleaned up as Lucius finished zipping up the bag.

Working together, they worked a trash bag onto each end in order to keep the leaking fluids to a minimum before lifting the bag and leaving the locker room.

Umber pissed herself when she saw twelve guys looking at her and Lucius carrying a bag leaking blood out of the locker room. Apparently, the fight was over and they were there to get ready for the next fight. Things didn't look good for any of them until Lucius asked if anyone had seen the man she had killed. When no on said they had, he nodded, making up a story about how he had owed money to powerful people, but had hired Umber and him to protect him, and about how part of protecting him was not letting him open up his locker and be buried by chopped off dog legs, put there by a man known as the 'Dogcatcher' as a warning. The men turned green and quickly moved to the side, one even offering them a stretcher to carry the 'legs' on.

When asked why Umber had wet herself at seeing the men, Lucius told them that she loved dogs and thought that the Dogcatcher had come back. The lie worked, and the men allowed the two out of the building unmolested, even letting the keep the stretcher, saying that they wouldn't want it back anyway.

Umber got into the front seat and looked at her still shaking hands as Lucius shut the trunk and started the car. Calm as can be, he drove them back towards his truck. Parking several blocks away, he told her to take his keys and find his car. Stressed to the point of dropping the keys twice, Lucius stopped her. Reaching into his dress coat, he pulled a flask from his vest and offered it to her, saying that perhaps something to drink might help her nerves. Umber greedily drank it, nearly choking when she realized how strong it was. After a moment, she then felt horrible. She had drunk nearly half the flask and she knew for a fact that the alcohol Lucius put in it was of the highest quality and imported from Atlas. Offering it back to him, he shook his head. "One more. Enough to dull, not enough to impair". Umber slowly nodded and sipped once more before setting the flask down and getting out. Her hands still shook a little, but she was feeling much calmer as she put the keys in the ignition to the truck and drove back to Lucius.

Together, the pair drove out of the city of Vale itself. Nearly twenty minutes out of town Lucius finally lead them off the road and into a forested area until he found a cliff. Getting out, he set the car into neutral and with Umber's help, pushed it off. Returning to his truck, he reached under the wheel well unhooked a hidden clasp. A fact that nearly everyone who spends more than a day with Lucius knows is that he is paranoid. Paranoid enough in fact that he would hide thermite bombs in his own truck. Tossing them down below, Lucius waited until the car was burning brightly and the surrounding forest had begun to catch before he got into the truck and headed back to Vale.

Only once they returned to a house used by the team when they didn't want to sleep at Beacon did Umber finally begin to calm down. Lucius took her inside and sat her down. Understanding that there was no possible way for Umber to be alone right now, Lucius got out some sedatives to give her. She didn't react when Lucius slid a needle into her arm, nor did she do anything when she felt her body go limp. Lucius picked Umber up bridal style and walked into the main bedroom. Since Team LUCF was rather unorthodox about how they acted around each other, the main bedroom had a bed large enough for all four of them. Stripping Umber down and laying her in bed, Lucius soon followed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as she began crying again. "H-how can you be so calm about all t-this? I killed a man and you helped me cover it up? Why Lucius?". Lucius was silent for a moment before he quietly spoke. "...Because I want to be the kind of person I wish could have been there for me" he said, confusing her. He gently kissed her and held her close, not saying anything further on the subject. Eventually, the stress and the sedative were too much and Umber fell asleep.

Umber wouldn't be okay, not for a long time, but knowing that her team would take care of her helped, and that was enough to ensure that she didn't harm herself or fall into despair and guilt. The man's body was later found when the forest fire was put out, though the flames had burned away any chance of discovering who the body belonged to. With no evidence or even proof of ID, the case went cold, and no one would ever know what happened to the man at the gym.