CH 3: To Protect a Heiress PTII

"Well, what do we have here?" The voice mutters as I un-holster my bow staff. "A kid playing the role of a big, bad security guard?" He slashes his blade forward as I block it with the chaff of my staff.

"I'm not just playing the role." I jab the figure in the chest with the bottom of my staff, he stumbles back, "I am a protector." Twirling the staff I, ready myself for my attacker to strike again. Instead, he holds his sword vertically and begins to slowly walk backwards towards the lot. The hell is he trying to do?

I slowly begin to follow him, closer and closer towards the lot. He turns to his left and jumps up onto the roof. "Quick, follow the bastard!" I hear Bryan's voice from behind me.

"Whatever you say." I smirk as I run into the lot and jump onto the roof.

"Didn't think you would follow me up here. I'm honored..." The figure in the coat smirks as he swings his blade overhead. Blocking it with the edged blade at the end of my staff I spin it in a horizontal motion, catching the edge of his shoulder.

He screams in pain as I realize the blade broke skin, its tip covered in blood. "You little punk!" He sheaths his sword and pulls the trigger on its sheath immediately afterword, sending the hilt into my chest. I drop my staff in pain as he strikes my chest, spinning me around with his strength as I collapse to my knees.

"You put up a good fight for a kid. You even got a lucky piece of me. Any last words?" He lowers his blade with two hands level with my neck.

"Just one, what's your name?" I ask, wondering the name of my soon to be killer.

"Adam Taurus." He sighs as he lifts up his blade and I close my eyes, attempting to make peace with myself.

"STOP!" A young voice says, I open my eyes to see a girl, probably no older than the Heiress standing behind him. Her black hair was complemented by her bow she wore in her hair. She had a sword of some sort drawn and ready. "No more bloodshed, we already lost too many people Adam, we need to leave."

"Stay out of this, remember I'm your mentor! You do as I say." He turns around and sheaths his sword.

Too weak to put up a fight I continue to sit on my knees, my legs beginning to fall asleep. "Hey asshole, I hope you didn't think you could kill me so easily!" A recognizable voice muttered. Adam and I turned around to see a wounded Jorge, his machine gun trained on Adam. "It'll take a lot more than a pussy little sword to kill this big guy." He pounds his chest with his left fist while he continues to aim at Adam with his right hand.

Jorge began to shoot at Adam, narrowly missing my head. Shocked and taking too long to react, Adam takes several rounds to his chest before the girl snags him and jumps down to the parking lot below. Jorge runs over to me, looking at my wounds.

"What are you waiting for, go get them!" I mutter to Jorge. He drops his gun and begins to look at my chest.

"I'm not going anywhere, besides if anybody is going to get revenge first hand, it will be you." He grins as I realize that the portion of his armor where he was impaled was bandage up.

"You're okay?" I ask, curious how he was even able to walk, let alone shoot at Adam.

"Like I said, it'll take a lot more than that to kill me." He pulls out some bandages and begins to apply them to the wound on my chest.

I grimace in pain and grit my teeth. "Oh, hold it together, it's not even that..."

I passed out before he could even finish the sentence.

Later, Schnee Family Home- Staff Quarters

"Hey new guy, it's about time you wake up." I slowly open my eyes, revealing Jorge and another figure, dressed in a white cloak.

Trying to regain my senses I begin to speak. "Is Weiss safe; did we complete our mission?" I ask worried about the Heiress.

"I'm fine." A quiet voice mutters from behind Jorge. Great she made it.

"I wish I could say the same about Corey." Jorge looked down at his feet as he said this. "The wound he suffered was fatal, no way could we have saved him. You did well kid, pretty good for your first security mission."

"Enough chit chat." The cloaked figure muttered. "We need to focus on the real threat, the WF and why they deemed it necessary to attack you all in broad daylight." The figure leaned his back against the wall. After which, Weiss walked out from behind Jorge. Who the hell is this cloaked guy?

"Hey cloak dude, I don't think we have met before. Mind telling me your name?" I ask the figure as I attempt to get off of the bed they had situated me on.

"My name isn't important, what is important are the reasons why I am being employed by the SDC." He continued to lean against the wall.

"And what are the reasons you have been employed?" I ask him the question, curious about his response.

"Mr. Schnee employed me to oversee the protection of his daughter. The most recent events obviously display the lack of professionals currently attempting to do so."

Jorge frowns as the cloaked figure says this. "My buddy died for her, so don't you insult us or our qualification god dammit. I served in Atlas's special forces before this so you best shut it bub." Shoving his finger at cloaked figures chest, Jorge seemed quite intimidating.

Swinging my legs to the side of the bed, I attempt to get up after sitting up straight. I'm suddenly stopped by the Heiress. "And what do you think you are doing?" Great, even after all that has happened she still retained her attitude.

"What does it look like I'm trying to do, I want to get off this bed." I respond with a slight smirk.

"Bryan told me that you were supposed to stay in here for a little bit. At least get some rest, you will need it. Your wounds aren't that severe, but you are still an active member of the security detail. " Jorge exclaims as he turns around, away from the cloaked figure.

"Which brings me to my point. Once you recover, I want you to be within arm's reach of Weiss at all times. From what I read in the report, you knew how to handle yourself under pressure." The cloaked figure mutters.

"WHAT! He has only been with the detail for one mission. What makes him qualified to guard me?" Weiss yells at him, stomping her right heel against the floor.

"Like I said, Devin seems to work well under pressure my Heiress, and as the now active leader of your detail, it's my duty to make sure you are safe. No debating about it." He gets off from the wall and walks out the door. Wow, I hope this guy knows what he is talking about.

Weiss's face began to fume red with anger, probably because someone told her something she couldn't question. Making a frustrated sigh she marched out of the room, her heels tapping on the floor. After she slams the door Jorge turns to me. "Guess you just got promoted."

Sorry about the short chapter, been really busy writing more chapter for my other Fanfic RUSH, this should be expected though since from the beginning I mentioned that RUSH took priority over this fanfic. Follow or favorite if you want to be up to date. Updates will be weekly, if not more until the end of August.