New Beginnings(Rwby Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: A Reaper Straight From Hell

Third person POV

Midnight in Vale

At the Lotus Hotel, high ranking members of the white fang and henchmen of Roman Torchwick were going to be meeting in the penthouse suite to finalize a plan for more dust store robberies. Sadly for them, this meeting would be their last. In the building across, a figure calmly watched as each person entered the hotel. That person wore a black jacket, studded gloves, pants, and boots. The figure's face was covered by a black ballistic mask with a white skull painted on it. No weapons could be seen except for a katana with a handle that appeared to be made of bone, that was strapped to the their hip. The figure lifted a crossbow to their shoulder and fired, the bolt carried a heavy steel cable with it. The bolt struck and punctured the concrete division between two floors. They hooked onto the cable and zip lined across to the building. Once across, the figure loosened an air duct vent and crawled into the ventilation system. As the masked person crawled through the vents, a group of goons were below him and were completely ignorant to the fact there was an intruder. The group dispersed, leaving a single guard. The masked person reached into they're jacket pocket, pulling out a length of garrote wire and wrapped it between there hands. The vent above the guard was removed and the masked person reached down, and began to strangle the guard, lifting him off of the ground, then snapped his neck. The goons body went limp and the masked person dropped down onto the floor of the hallway silently. The masked person walked down the hallway, as if they didn't have a worry in the world. Two more guards entered the hallway,as soon they saw the person in the mask they drew their guns. Them drawing their weapons was pointless, in an instant the masked intruder pulled out several skewer size, black metal needles. The goons were paralyzed due to the the needles, the masked person crouched in between them and removed the ballistic mask. The goons looked in fear at the man crouching over them. He had black messy hair, amber eyes, pale skin, and bags under his eyes. When he spoke, his voice sounded soothing and without regret. "I apologize for how this turned out, but you chose to do this." The man drew his katana from the sheath, it morphed into a scythe with a bone handle and a black blade. A single swipe slit both the goon's throats. The man closed the corpses eyes and bowed his head in respect. As he walked away, he pulled out a tarot card. He threw the card behind him and the card landed face up, Reviling the the death card, depicting the Grim Reaper, his calling card and name.

Reaper continued on his way through the hotel, killing any criminal in his way. He knew that by doing this, he would become a mass murderer, but he didn't care. He was cleaning up the world, one criminal at a time.