-- Dossier: 13 --

Age: 17

Weight: 122 lbs

Height: 168 cm

Eye color: Ruby color

Info On Subject:

13 is a female wolf faunus with a hunger for adventure but a heart of pyrite. That's stated as, she is very kind and caring, but she has her faults. She lived in District 2 for most of her life, scrounging for food with her siblings using whatever means necessary. She's nimble, agile, yet strong and ferocious. The harsh streets trained her, hardened her, and taught her. Due to this and her own personal vendetta against [REDACTED] we have selected her for this program. After all, why say no to food, water, and a roof over your head when you lost all that and your family to the streets you call home.

-- 5 years ago --

Another day of a near empty belly, another day begging the Minx for a job. 13 felt guilty every time she went to them for work, after all they usually force her to steal something or assault someone without even paying her properly. Though that is true, 13 finds herself in the unfortunate position of being forced to provide for her siblings at the age of 12.

So there she was, on the steps of that raggedy and rickety old building. Her knuckles rapped on the old brown wooden door, the weak and rotting walls creaking with each collision. Within moment's, the old door swung open and a woman, nearly twice her size, was staring down at her with a cruel smile on her face.

"Hehe Niña! I was expecting you!" She exclaimed as she let 13 into the decayed house.

"Word travels that fast, Minx?" 13 asked worriedly as she walked inside, her nose wrinkling at the putrid smell within. Her wolf ears laid flat on her head and her tail slowly slipped between her legs.

"Ía Niña, claro que sí! I always know when mis perritos are in need." She chuckled and petted the head of the young one. 13 was always her favorite to see as though she was young, Minx always got her money's worth out of her.

The two walked into the dilapidated living room, the walls were cracked, it smelled as if decaying flesh and rotten eggs had a mutated child, and the couch looked as if it was drug through mud before being put here. On the couch was a man slumped back, with his eyes rolled into his skull, and a needle sticking out of his right arm that was being squeezed by a black leather belt. The man was foaming at the mouth as if he had some form of rabies.

13 gagged at the sight of it.

This was no sight a child should have been forced to witness.

Minx led 13 through the living room and up a creaky, wooden flight of stairs to the second floor. As they began their ascension to the second floor, 13 stopped in her tracks and her ears perked up. She could hear something… it sounded like… like, muffled screams?

She looked up to Minx with a pensive gaze, 'What does this woman want me to do now?', she thought.

As they got to the second floor, 13 took sight of her surroundings. A cluttered mess with magazines scattered all around, a table stacked with dirty pots and pans, knocked over baking soda, an oddly stained mattress within the corner of the room, and finally a door at the far end. She heard scratches and muffled groans, moans, and sobbing coming from the other side of it.

"Uhhh Minx… What's the job this time? I don't see how you had to pull me all the way up here in this dump?", she asked.

Minx smiled dearly and said, "Ai Chiquita, it's a simple one! You see, you work for me at times right? Well I work for another organization sometimes too!", she punctuated with a small clap.

"I work for an organization called the White Fang at times, they love us Faunitas and imagine a world where we're equal. But sadly some people don't think the same way, they feel as if we should stay where we are, in the dirt." Her voice grew dark and cold, that lovely motherly charm dissipating as she spoke on.

"So they gave me a job, a job to initiate you! I told them about how ferocious and dedicated you are to your siblings and to them, all faunus are family and they'd love to help you get on your feet for a cause." Minx spoke as she led 13 to the door.

"Sometimes though, there are bad people who disagree with us. Dangerous people. They defect from the cause and give out information to governments and authorities and have them hunt us down. They want us to stay oppressed. Sometimes, it is some of your own who wish it upon you!" Minx yelled as she kicked open the door angrily, revealing a small faunus with rat-like ears and a tail sobbing and weeping.

"P-p-please! Le-ave m-m-me alone! I didn't do anything I-I swear!" The rat faunus pleaded with her whole soul. Snot and tears ran down her adorable face. Her legs were bound and her arms were red with blood and cuts. She's suffering and doing her best to endure but 13 can feel her begin to break.

"So? What do you want me to do about it? I really just want the money, Minx. I don't want to be apart of some activist group.", the twelve year old stated.

"Kill her."

"... What?"

"I said, kill her."

"..."

"Here, I'll help you." Minx said smiling sickly as she handed her a fire poker.

"But-"

"NO BUTS!," She interjected, "I said kill her. You'll get your pay, big money, plus you'll have the White Fang watching over you."

13 stared at the woman she's been ordered to kill, her heart pounding quickly and her breathing became hyperventilation. The hairs on her skin and tail stood tall as she raised to fire poker. The rat faunus still continued to plead for her life, begging and wailing, promising anything she could offer, apologizing for her transgressions. Her pleas fell on deaf and shocked ears. 13 was ordered to kill but this felt extreme… It felt wrong. She was too stunned to move, her mind thinking about a million and one things at once, she was just a kid, she couldn't kill…could she?

"Ai CABRON! I SAID, KIL-", Minx began to scream at the top of her lungs at 13, but her belligerency was cut short as 13 spun around and cracked Minx as hard as she could in the jaw with the fire poker. An audible CRUNCH emanating from Minx's jaw.

13 huffed and breathed heavily, staring at the now unconscious woman, she eyed the fire poker and saw specks of blood around the tip of it where she got Minx. She then slowly craned her neck to look at the stunned rat faunus, and stared at her.

"Th-thank you for saving m-me."

13 didn't respond, she simply hurriedly untied the woman, grabbed her by the wrist, and forced her to follow as she made her way out of the trap house. Stopping to grab some valuables of course, after all she came here for money.

After they both made their way out, they locked eyes for a moment, then split up heading their separate ways.

--

She layed low for two days, staying away from her family to keep them safe, or at least, she tried to keep them safe. On the third day, a Sunday, 13 finally came back home, to find it completely empty. She tried to use her wolf ears to hear for her family but all she heard was silence. She flipped the house upside down and damn near inside out looking for her sisters and her ill mother but found not a single trace, hint, or clue… except for one thing. Within her mother's medicine cabinet within the bathroom, after hours upon upon hours of searching and researching the house and surrounding area, she found a letter that stated:

Take one of ours

We take all of yours

- W.F

That night, the only sound that the city heard was the weeping of a wolf that had lost its pack.