This is larger than usual. 3000 instead of 2000 words. Anyway you can skip to the reading now cause I'm just answering reviews now. have a nice read!
LOL:...okie? I mean I made that before that episode, so I had no idea about that stuff...same with Cinder. I always though Cinder was dust infused, not what she is (NOT SPOILING! I mean...you should have seen it by now but whatever!).
Casper looked from his vantage point on a relatively tall apartment complex and brought up the person's image.
Honestly if I wasn't here to kill them, I'd think they're hot…well if she was younger too, he thought, looking down at her. Golden Brown fox ears, short brown hair, about 5 foot 8, . Used to be a part of team Bazaar in Beacon… fights with that big ass gun on her back. It was something that looked like an assault rifle, but from the video, it didn't shoot bullets…it shot knives. For the love of everything in Remnant, why was I sent after this chick? Why couldn't we send Jack the fucking Ripper? I'm sure they'd get along just fine! The reason he said that was because the gun could also become a chainsaw. A god damn chainsaw. Well..better end this quickly.
Locating his target, he swung out from his hiding spot and stayed close to his target, pulling out both pistols as he breathed softly, his mask allowing him a nice field of vision as he watched her walk into a supermarket with her weapon on her back and come out with groceries.
…is she…just…living a normal life? He asked himself. Well…maybe I could just watch for a little more? He walked from rooftop to rooftop, keeping a close eye on her as she reached an apartment complex. He swung down and hid his White Fang mask, quickly taking it off. Hitting a button on the outside and inside at once, it compressed into half it's normal size. He hid it and walked up the steps, his feet silent as he followed her.
He waited until he heard a key enter a lock and open it. "I'm home!" she called out to the cries of children. "And calm down! I'm home! I'm home!"
Children? He blinked in surprise and walked back down the steps he had just climbed. His face twisted into a glare. …I don't like this, not one bit.
He walked back down, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looked at a building across the road. He walked into an alley and climbed the nearest ladder, the fire escape, and swung up onto the roof. He sat down and pulled out a small telescope from his pocket. He pointed it to the window where he approximated the woman he was supposed to kill was.
Zooming in, he looked through the window and frowned. She had a husband and kids…and he was sent to cut that family apart and kill the woman just because she was annoying the fang. He let out a growl and crushed the telescope, shaking away the shards of glass that thankful, his aura prevented from getting embedded in his hand.
He stood up and turned away from the building, sliding his White Fang mask on. I need to have a talk with Adam…
Adam looked up in surprise as his door flew open to his office. "Who is it?"
Casper stormed in, his eyes filled with fury as he slammed his scroll into the table in front of him. "I'm not doing this mission!" he snarled. "Never!"
Adam was taken aback and leaned back in his chair in surprise. "This is new, you've never blatantly refused an order, let alone so strongly." He leaned forward on his desk. "Why are you so against killing this human helper?"
"I don't give a damn if she helps humans!" he snarled. "She has kids she takes care of! I'm not going to kill someone like that just cause they're a pain. They haven't tried to kill me yet. If that situation comes up, only then will I try to kill them."
Adam sat in silence while Casper breathed heavily, his eyes filled with anger. As time wore on in silence, neither saying anything, they just looked at each other and waited. Once Casper was calmer, Adam opened his mouth and said, "Why?"
"Huh?" Casper asked. "What do you mean, why?"
"Why are you so against killing a mother?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. "You've killed them before. You've killed mothers, brothers, sisters, and children of others without a second thought. All the soldiers you've killed, all the mercenaries, all the workers caught in explosions we've caused." Adam looked at him with steel cold eyes. "They all had families or had relatives. Why are you so against this one?"
Casper looked away. "I just am okay? And most of the people we killed were human… I don't like killing Faunus and I try to avoid it if possible." He turned his glare to Adam. "You didn't know this until now, but I've been constantly releasing Faunus workers instead of killing them. I just don't like killing Faunus."
"What?!" Adam snarled as he stood up, slamming his hands onto the desk. "Just like her!" he snarled as he walked over and grabbed his ears, yanking on them to make him cry out in pain. "You like being nice to traitors? Those who don't fight oppression are just as guilty as the rest of the humans! Don't be sympathetic to scum like them!"
"You're wrong!" Casper growled out in response, thrashing as Adam yanked on his ears again. "You're wrong! There's nothing wrong with not fighting, they just can't! So why hurt them if they're already suffering under humans?! Why not help them?"
"Because they don't try to fight!" Adam snarled as he release his ear only to swing out with his foot, slamming it into Casper's ribs so he let out a gasp of air and stumbled back. "They should at least try to fight if they're going to do anything!"
The next swing was blocked by Casper who had fire in his eyes as he glared at Adam. "Shut up!" he snarled. "You're wrong! If they don't want to fight, then we don't have to force them, it's that simple!"
Both of them vanished into a flurry of fists and punches as they each tried to knock out the other, each with their own conviction and infuriated by their pasts, both from the past few years.
"We have no right to force them to fight!" Casper snarled as he blocked a rather vicious punch.
"Then they have no right to get freedom that we fight for," Adam growled, blocking an equally strong kick from Casper.
Casper finally snapped and activated his dust, snarling loudly. "NO WE DON'T!" he screamed as he suddenly sped up, landing about a dozen punches in just a second before finishing it off with a roundhouse kick to his chest.
Unfortunately for him, as Adam lay groaning in the rubble of his desk, Casper's Black Dust activated, and a small screaming session later, he was back to being a puppet.
Adam stood up with a groan and looked at him, grinning. Good…now he can finish his mission and maybe do a bit extra as well.
Finding that everything had returned to darkness, Casper let out a sigh. "Did the Dust activate again? Damn…I wonder what the hell is going on outside. Maybe I'll remember this this time, but who knows?"
He stood up inside the darkness, finding that the ground seemed solid. He began walking, not sure if he was moving forward, backwards, or nowhere at all. It was rather interesting to see his own mind from the inside.
As he walked along, he saw something bright, a small bright light, float over to him and hover near him. He gently poked it and it expanded into a screen with light. Looking into it, he grimaced. "Ah…this memory…why does it have to be this one?"
It continued to expand until a sudden blast of white light caused him to close his eyes. Blinking them clear, he saw himself and Auburn, much younger, walking down the street with smiles on their face. He had gotten a chance to see her, so he took advantage of it to walk and talk with her.
Older Casper walked behind them, knowing he was just watching a memory in first person, watching it as his younger self talked and laughed. Funny how I think he's younger when it was only a few years ago. Well… a lot did happen.
Younger him waved bye to Auburn as they split up and he went into his apartment building. The two versions of himself took the steps two at a time as he went up to the top floor of the small apartment complex. Pulling out a key he had on his neck, Casper reached for his own neck, only to shake his head. No…remember, that's all over. I'm really hoping I'm wrong and this isn't that day.
Young Casper opened the door and walked into the living room. It had a small TV on a table across from a couch with two armchairs on either side of it. His mother, Miranda, came out from another room, smiling at him. She rushed over and picked him up in a hug, even though he was as tall as her. She was quite strong, ex-huntress and all.
"Hihi!" she said happily. "Food will be ready soon, so don't worry!"
"I lost a bet so I'm cooking," came a grumbling voice from the kitchen. "I swear you rigged the gun!"
"Aw, don't be mad cause I'm a better shot than you," she teased as she set down Casper. "So how was school?"
"Good, more or less," he said with a shrug. "Same old same old really. What more do you want?"
"No sass," she said, hitting his head with her hand gently. "None of that sass in here young man."
His mother wasn't a small, petite thing. She was 5 foot, 10 inches tall and had quite large muscles. She could easily smash in a person's face if they tried to rob her. She still had some curves to her, so it was obvious that she was a woman. She had soft, kind, blue eyes like the ocean and had a smile for everyone. She was a wolf Faunus like her son, while her husband was a panther Faunus.
Speaking of him, at that moment her husband, Ryan came through the door to the kitchen, a towel in his hands. "Oh hey Cass, have a good day at school?"
"I just answered that…" he grumbled. "Same old same old…"
"Sorry, sorry. I forgot you're at the age where you want us out of your lives," he said with a chuckle.
His father wasn't an ex-Huntsman, but still had some muscles to speak of. Instead of getting them from training, he got them from lugging massive shipments of potatoes, flour, and other cooking ingredients as he worked as a chef. He was one of the chefs at a well-known restaurant that, unlike many, didn't discriminate and allowed anyone who could cook properly to work. Besides that, he had a small goatee that was the same color as his hair, pitch black as the night. His ears poked out of his head as he smiled down at Casper, standing at 6 foot, 5 inches tall. His eyes were a soft orange like the sunset as he smiled, his kind face quite similar to his wife's.
He turned around and walked back into the kitchen. "I'm making lasagna, so be ready for some of the best lasagna you've ever had!"
Casper grinned. "Lasagna? Why are we having my favorite?" He looked up at his mother as he asked that question.
"We got a call from the school," she said, hugging him softly before releasing him. "You know you're one of the top 10 students? They called to congratulate us."
He blinked in surprise. "Really? I thought I wasn't doing that well."
She flicked one of his ears, making him squeak in surprise and blush crimson. "You're doing good," she said with another kind smile. "Keep it up!"
"Mmm…thanks…" he mumbled. "Even in weapons training I'm doing well?"
"You are!" she said cheerfully as she grinned at him. "What? Are you going to follow in your mother's footsteps and become a Hunter?"
"Sure? Why not? It seems like fun, and you get to explore and everything, so why not try to be one?"
She ruffled his hair and smiled. "That's my boy." She stood up and walked back into the kitchen. "Come and help me set up the table."
"Alright!"
Older Casper watched the young him dash off to help his mother. Even if the age difference is just a few years, why does it feel like such a massive gap? You know…I never even introduced them to Auburn…I should have done it… he let out a weary sigh. "Guess I gotta finish this memory huh?"
As the dinner progressed, normal as ever, they talked idly of many things. His mom talked of small jobs she was doing in the city, his father of work at the restaurant and a tomato accident, making everyone else laugh.
Older Casper even smiled at the bittersweet memory. "You never had good jokes did you? Always the silly, stupid jokes."
Younger Casper talked about school, and time seemed to speed up as older Casper followed his younger self to do what he did before sleep. He did his homework, watched some TV, brushed his teeth and finally climbed into his bed.
His room was a good size with a closet, a wardrobe and a desk for homework with a lamp on it. He had a window looking out onto the street and had a book on the table for doodles and anything he felt like writing. He also had a bed with soft blue sheets. On the ceiling were stars that glowed in the dark that had been there ever since he was little.
Young Casper slipped into his PJs, bottoms that were black with white crescents on them while the top had little beowolves on them on the black fabric. Older Casper meanwhile stared out the window, leaning against a wall, watching the sun begin to set. Younger Casper came over and looked out too.
"Beautiful sunset," the younger him said, the older one nodding as if they were having a conversation, but he knew how this played out. Younger Casper looked down to the road 5 floors below and saw 5 men walking down the street before entering his apartment building. Both version of Casper frowned, but the Younger one shrugged and crawled into bed.
"Fucking idiot," Older Casper growled. "Warn them! Warn your parents!" he yelled, walking toward him with his hand raised. He realized the stupidity of his actions and let out another tired sigh. "Never mind…this has all already happened, I can't stop it."
He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall again, frowning. "Why do I have to relive this shit again?" he growled, hoping he could just escape the memory by closing his eyes, blocking out everything that happened.
When Casper opened his eyes, he noticed something very odd. He was shorter, and he was in bed. The next thing that hit him was the smell. The acrid smell of burning fabric and chemicals. He shot out of bed, still dressed in his PJs and opened his door. "Mama? Papa?" he called out.
His parents came rushing out of their bedroom as well, nodding to each other. "Must be extremists," his father said, patting his head. "Don't worry, we'll get out of here alright, don't worry."
Damn why am I acting out the dream? He asked himself in his head, but his body wouldn't listen. Why do I have to go through this torture again?!
The two of them walked towards the door, Miranda pulling out her two swords she kept sheathed in the house, usually by her bed. She kicked the front door and rushed out, swinging back and forth to check for anyone. Both versions of Casper wished together that they hadn't had left their weapons at school. They three of them walked down the steps, running as fast as they could. Once they were half way down, the smell's source hit them. The bottom two floor were on fire.
"Our auras should be able to handle it," she said, looking at her husband worriedly. "But yours isn't unlocked…alright…Casper, carry him."
"Huh?" He blinked in surprise but it did make the most sense. "O…okay…"
"If I get too heavy, pass me off to your mother," he said with a grin.
Casper grabbed his dad and carried him on his back through the fire, gritting his teeth as the flames licked near his feet.
The three of them were able to make it to the ground floor and rush out into the main lobby which wasn't on fire for one reason, it was were the extremists were.
The moment they came out, Casper dropped his father, covered in sweat and panting for air as he collapsed.
His mother meanwhile found 20 guns pointed at her, the captain of them all grinning as he strut forward. "Well, well, looks like we found some more animals."
The captain had a black mask that covered his face completely, a black cloak with a black long sleeved shirt under it, black slacks and black dress shoes. His lackeys had black masks as well but had no cloaks. They instead wore suits and had black dress shoes. They also carried Assault rifles that the Atlas military had made, while their leader carried a revolver on his hip and a sword on his back.
"Don't fight guys," she whispered. "We're out gunned…and these are people part of Purity." She said their name like it was venom. "We need to just listen to them." She even set down her weapons.
"Tie them up," the leader said to some others. "We can use them as hostages to get out of here once the police arrive."
Two men came forward for each of them and tied them up, adding them to the group of hostages that had already been made consisting only of Faunus. All humans had been released with a pat on the back.
Sitting down with his family, Casper looked back and forth between his parents. "T-the police will come right?"
"I dunno," Miranda said softly. "Faunus aren't exactly a priority of theirs and I know the captain is a racist…he might even be part of Purity, so who knows?"
They had to wait in the lobby as the Purity members sat there, waiting to see if there were any others trying to run left that they could capture. After half an hour, the captain snapped his fingers.
"Time to get moving boys!" he called out.
"Problem boss!" one of them said. "Police have us surrounded!"
"What?" He looked out and grabbed a megaphone from another one. "Get the fuck away police! We have hostages and we'll kill one for every 10 minutes you stay!"
Whoever was on site called back in response said, "Release the hostages and come out with your hands above your head and we will not harm you! You will be subject to a trial in court!"
"Fuck you!" he called back in response, firing one shot through the glass that pinged off the police car that police officers were behind.
You know I've always wondered how they all got here, Casper thought to himself as this was going on. Must have slowly filtered into the building…oh well…who knows? They could have been living here and I would have never known.
After ten minutes passed, the captain sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, they give me no choice…I guess I have to put down an animal."
He walked back and forth among the gathered hostages who kept their heads down as they all prayed not to get picked.
"I choose…you…" he said, pointing to Miranda. "You're the only one who came down with weapons, you must be a huntress. Well, now you can be dead!" he said cheerfully.
Before anyone could react, he whipped out his pistol and shot her straight through the head, killing her instantly.
He smiled sadistically as Casper sat there in horror, watching the man pick up her body and throw her in front of the building for the cops to see. "My threat wasn't empty!" he called out. He turned to the hostages with a grin on his face. "I wonder who's next?"
Ugh I feel like an ass for writing this, but yeah...that's not the end FYI. Someone else will die, guess who? Well anyway, Favorite and follow if you wanna, and review please! Ciao!