I found my way, slowly but surely, back to the New Mug tavern in the nicer part of town. Unfortunately I didn't have my moped to make the journey quicker. I'd need to get a new one as soon as possible. I missed it already.

I sat in my tavern room, looking out the window at the town as it bustled about with its daily activities. I found people watching interesting; you just never know what someone's going to do until they do it.

Someone knocked on the door. I turned.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Someone's here to see you" A deep voiced man called. I didn't recognize the voice.

I turned and found my knife. Hiding it in my lap, I called, "Come in"

The door creaked open, and the woman who I had taken the job from stood in the doorway.

"Oh hello," I said, "please come in"

The woman stepped inside, and the man behind her, likely a bartender, closed the door behind her.

"I took care of him for you." I said, "He's dead as a doorknob now. Although I just want you to know that he and his group seemed to be up to something, and I will be investigating their activities for the next little while. If I find out anything about your fiancé I could pass it on. Although-"

She cut me off, "Enough." She said, "Sir, I thank you for helping me with something so rough, but I regret making that decision now"

I shrugged, "Well uh," I started, "I'm sorry that you feel that way ma'am but I can't revive people, only take them away"

"I know" The woman replied.

"So uh," I started, confused, "what do you expect me to do about it?"

"To run" She replied.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sir," She started, "I'm sorry to say this, but I turned you over to the police." She paused, "They'll be here any minute now"

I was shocked, "Why would you tell me about it then?" I asked, trying to remain calm.

"To give you a second chance," She replied, then leaned forward, "run away," she continued quieter, "start over. Change your name. Forget the whole thing"

"You do realize that you will be blamed for this still." I reminded her, "You paid me to kill a man"

"Yes," she replied, "I know. But I feel that a sinful man like you should be put to rest, no matter what. And if I must suffer, then so be it. But I'm giving you a chance to leave that sinful man behind, so please take it"

I sighed, trying to contain my anger. I'd been turned over to the police before, they weren't a problem. But this woman was trying to make herself out to be some kind of hero, like this was going to help me or something. I didn't care about starting over. I didn't spend four years at Beacon to change my career now.

I didn't say anything, just stared at her. "You fool" I said, starting to pack my things.

"What do you mean?" She asked, surprised.

"I'll kill anyone who gets in my way," I said, "I'll kill the police, and I'll kill you too"

She stared at me, fear plain in her face. I drew my knife and charged.

"Gazini!" Harrison called form the floor, "Stop!"

I froze.

"She doesn't deserve it." He said, "Just pack your things and let's go"

I thought for a minute, then sheathed my knife and went back to packing my belongings.

"I'm taking your advice and running," I told the woman, "but there's no way I'm throwing four years at Beacon away"

"You went to Beacon?" The woman asked me, "Beacon Academy?"

"As opposed to…?" I asked, packing Harrison's basket into my shoulder bag.

"That's a school for training huntsmen and huntresses." She said.

"No duh"

"Why're you an assassin if you attended Beacon?" She asked.

I hefted my shoulder bag onto my shoulder, "Things changed" I replied, lifting my suitcase and heading out. I opened the door and turned, "Oh and by the way I'm out a moped because of you"

I slammed the door behind me and ran.

Now outside the New Mug tavern, I started looking for a transportation shop. I pulled off my sunglasses, looking around. I found one quite a ways into town and started running.

Behind me I heard the police arrive at New Mug tavern, but by then I was too far away to be suspicious.

I arrived at the transportation store and looked around for a decent moped. I lifted my sunglasses and looked around, finding the one that would serve me best, buying it, and leaving. It took about a quarter of the money I had gained from my last job.

I made my way out of town as quickly as possible. For the rest of the ride out I had no troubles with the police. What about the party? I asked myself, turning around on the moped, The police should be gone by the time I return. I'll just stay at a different tavern, in a different part of town.

Returning to the town I found a new tavern in the shady part of town.

"You sure you want to be in cliché-ville here?" Harrison asked me.

"Sure," I replied, "what would be here that I wouldn't already be prepared for? I've seen all the movies"

"True" Harrison replied.

Our new room was much worse. The floorboards creaked, and it sounded like there was something living under them.

"We're on the second floor," I said, "It's just the people below us"

"People are weird" Harrison decided.

There was a small cot set up in the middle of the room, with a table right next to it. Looking around, I couldn't find anything else. No kitchen or stove, no television, nothing. It was just a very small room.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, looking around possibly for a cliché hidden door.

"Here" Harrison replied, backing out from under the table, a large silver bucket between his jaws.

"If that's the toilet then maybe you shouldn't be biting it" I told him.

Immediately Harrison dropped the bucket and it clattered to the floor. The sound rang out throughout the room, hurting our ears.

I sighed, walking to the cot, "Okay," I started, sitting down. The cot mattress split in two when I sat down, causing me to fall through and slam my butt on the wood.

Harrison giggled.

"Alright," I said, standing up to sit down on the table. I rethought it as I lowered myself and hit the table. It rocked slightly, then it was still. I shrugged and sat down. The table cracked, and then split.

"Geez," I said, "and I'm paying two bucks a night for this?"

I sat down on the floor.

"You sure that's not going to break either?" Harrison asked.

"I certainly hope not," I replied, "or I'm burning this place down"

I took off my sunglasses, looking about the room. "It's so much brighter all of a sudden" I said.

"If you hadn't been wearing your sunglasses you could have avoided both your falls" Harrison pointed out.

"I know," I replied, "I just forgot that they were there"

Harrison smiled.

I sighed, trying to relax. "I'm going to need a map" I said.

"Why?" Harrison asked.

"I can't see everything you know" I pointed out.

After a few minutes of relaxing I went downstairs and asked for a map. After receiving one Harrison and I looked it over in our room. We located Erith Court, found the tenth house, and headed out right away.

"I'm hungry" Harrison complained.

"We can't risk being seen in public for too long," I said, "our faces could be all over this town by now"

"I can't fight on an empty stomach" Harrison said.

"That's true," I replied, "but you won't be doing any fighting anyways"

My stomach growled as if on cue.

I sighed, and we stopped at a café to eat.

"I wonder what's going to happen at this party" Harrison asked, sitting on the table and nibbling a sandwich. Some people cast him confused looks, but when they did he just barred his fangs and they left quickly, whether it be to another café or to a table.

I swallowed my bite of sandwich, "I feel the same way," I replied, "I can't see how this will turn out, so our only option is to check it out the old fashioned way"

"Manually" Harrison added.

I adjusted myself in my seat. My Arkynshihn was getting in the way of my sitting.

"Excuse me sir?" Someone stopped to ask me. I turned. It was a small boy. "Are you a huntsman?"

"Yes," I lied, "you interested in it too?"

The boy shook his head, "No," He replied, "I just wanted to thank you for all you do for us"

The boy was quickly ushered out of the café by his mother.

"Liar" Harrison said.

"What else could I have said?" I asked, "That I'm a mercenary? No kid would look up to me and thank me. Plus I'm kind of a criminal"

"You should really return to your huntsmen ways" Harrison said, licking his lips.

I sighed, "I know," I replied, "but you know what happened. Things changed, work changed. Times became tougher. I needed more work"

"Times are different now" Harrison pointed out.

"I know" I replied, taking a bite of my sandwich.

We found house ten on Erith Court. Erith Court consisted of very large homes, but this one was massive. No one stood at the door with a guest list, so I walked in. I had dressed up in the little formal clothing that I had. I hated formal clothing. It was hard to fight in.

We walked in, Harrison seated on my shoulder as usual. Inside the house was magnificent. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire front room. The ceiling was high and everyone's voices echoed. There was a set of two staircases leading up to a large balcony. Several open doorways covered the walls on my left and right side, leading to the maze of rooms that likely lived in this mansion.

Atop the balcony I saw a man in a sharp white suit. He had long blue hair that had been slicked back with hoards of hair gel. His hair glistened in the chandelier light.

I pulled my sunglasses out from my suit pocket and put them on, reducing the amount of light penetrating my eyeballs.

"The light hurts my eyes" I told Harrison.

"I know," He replied, "you're sensitive"

"Only to light" I said, straightening my blazer and heading into the party fray.

Someone offered me a pint of whiskey.

"No thanks" I told him, trying to move on. He grabbed my sleeve.

"Come on bro," he said, "dis is a celebration! You's come 'ere ta drink, you's bett'r drink!" He shoved the pint towards me.

I sighed, taking the glass. He stared at me for a while. I took a sip and he left, slapping my arm, "'Atta boy!" He said. I smiled and nodded, then found a trash can and spat the whiskey I had held in my mouth out, then proceeded to throw out the entire pint.

"Turning down a drink?" Harrison asked, faking surprise.

"I might have to fight," I said, "I need to be in my best condition"

Some other people came to me, giving me drinks. Most were already drunk. I would take and drink then throw it out.

"You're wasting a lot" Harrison said.

"Alcohol's bad for you anyway" I said, continuing my journey to the balcony.

"That's never stopped you before" Harrison pointed out.

"Shut up" I told him.

The blue-haired man I assumed was the boss, as he looked the most official and hadn't moved an inch from where he stood on the balcony. People came up to talk to him, but their conversations were short lived as the blue-haired man sent them back into the party fray. They were already very drunk.

I made my way up the stairs and met with the man.

"Oh hello sir," he said, "I don't believe that we've been acquainted"

"Garry," I replied, "Keinan Garry." I pointed to Harrison, "And this is Nicodemus" Harrison nodded to him but didn't say anything.

"I see," the blue-haired man said, "I assume that you are new then?"

"Yes," I replied, "I just joined a few days ago. I'm quite impressed with the house"

"Why thank you," the man replied, "it costed me a fortune but it was most definitely worth it. It holds some of the greatest parties in the town"

"I can see why" I replied, looking around the house again in fake admiration. Although I was very jealous.

"I almost forgot," the man started, "so sorry, Mr. Garry. I'm Mr. Fall"

I froze in place. The name Fall was all too familiar. Back in Beacon the teams RWBY and JNPR had been involved in a major conflict concerning a certain Cinder Fall. I wasn't sure how common the name was, but either way this was definitely important.

I tried my best not to show my surprise, but Mr. Fall saw straight through it.

"Something bothering you?" He asked.

"Oh sorry Mr. Fall," I replied, the name feeling odd as it rolled off my tongue, "it's just that the name Fall is familiar"

"Really?" Mr. Fall asked, "Where do you remember it from?"

I paused, "I remember it from a few years ago." I replied, "I heard something about a Cinder Fall and Beacon Academy getting heavily involved in it" I remembered being involved in the clash against Cinder and the White Fang. I also remember it being very tough and controversial in terms of Faunus rights.

"Oh yes," Mr. Fall replied, "Miss Cinder Fall. Yes she's my sister"

"Really?" I replied, Holy crap, really? I thought, This guy's probably up to something big and dangerous, "So is she still involved with the White Fang?" I asked.

"Oh," Mr. Fall waved his hand, as if waving my statement away, "no, no, no. My dear sister is no longer involved with those violent Faunus freaks"

"I'm glad to hear it." I replied, "You aren't by chance acquainted with them either, are you?"

"No, no," Mr. Fall replied, "No, we have nothing to do with the White Fang. Never have, never will. We support Faunus and humans everywhere, but we are not affiliated with the White Fang in any way"

"That's good to hear" I replied.

There was a slight pause, then I asked, "So I'm a little confused, what's the big master plan here?"

Mr. Fall laughed, "Equality," He replied, "we're looking to create equality between humans and Faunus, in a way different from the White Fang. Much different"

"And how will we go about doing that?" I asked.

Mr. Fall laughed again, "Mr. Garry, I'm afraid that's top secret information. I can't allow a new recruit like you to know. I'm sorry, but it's just a safety precaution"

"I see," I replied, "no worries then. Forget I asked"

"Done" Mr. Fall replied.

There was a brief silence.

"Say, Keinan," Mr. Fall started, "your English is very good"

"Oh thank you," I replied, "but I'd hope so, it is my first language" I laughed a little, hoping Mr. Fall would go along, but he didn't. His face turned quite serious actually.

"No one here's first language is English," he said, "in fact, I've never hired anyone who's first language was English"

"I'm sorry?" I started, "Maybe you haven't come across my papers, I am fairly new, as you know"

"I get the registration papers immediately." Mr. Fall replied, "I look them over thoroughly. Actually, I don't remember a Keinan Garry even being in any papers"

I hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"Who are you really?" Mr. Fall asked, leaning forward, "What are you after?"

I froze up. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't compete against him with my words. And before I knew it I had fallen over the balcony railing and into the group of drunks below. They caught me, surprisingly, and brought me towards the exit, the whole time singing and swinging me around.

"Drop him!" Mr. Fall screamed. When they didn't he pulled out a pistol and fired it off into the air several times. After the third shot everyone scattered, dropping Harrison and I to the hard ground.

Mr. Fall kept firing even after everyone had ran off, whether it be into other rooms or out of the house altogether.

I stood up, ready to face Mr. Fall head on.

"If it's a fight you want," I said, "then it's a fight that you'll get!"

Just then Mr. Fall pulled the trigger, and Harrison fell off my shoulder.

Before I even realized what was going on, one lens of my sunglasses was overtaken by an ocean of white cracks.

I fell backwards, hitting my head hard on the stone ground. Next to me I saw Harrison, his small body broken on the floor next to me.

I heard Mr. Fall pull the trigger again, but he had run out of bullets.

"Guards!" He screamed, "Anyone who's not drunk and has a gun, get in here now!"

My shattered sunglasses fell off my face, but I barely noticed. I reached out to Harrison, "Harrison," I whispered, feeling tears coming to my eyes.

He opened his small black eyes, "Gazini," he whispered, "Look at me"

I nodded, "I am looking" I whispered, my voice shaking already.

"What do you see?" He croaked.

I started to cry now. I forced myself to respond, however, "I see," I started, "my little brother"

Harrison smiled, closing his eyes. Then he was gone.

I reached out to him, running my hand along his furry orange head. "No…" I whispered.

Mr. Fall screamed again, but I didn't hear him.

He had a fair chance right? I thought, Didn't he? I looked down at my broken sunglasses, which had saved my life. Anger began to swell within me. No, I thought, he never had a fair chance. None of us did. Not when we were born. Not when went to school. Not when we walked into that damned science lab. No. Life isn't fair.

I forced myself to stand. None of us are born with a fair chance. I thought. No one. Why? I turned my head towards the people starting to gather behind me. "Because we don't deserve it." I replied to my own question, "We aren't born deserving a fair chance. Harrison wasn't. I wasn't. No one was."

I turned completely around, my hand going for my Arkynshihn.

"And neither do they."