The Monster We Show

Intro/Disclaimer:
So, here's my attempt at fanfiction. Hope you all like it. A fair warning, it is dark. There will be language, blood, gore and violence. If this is not your cup of tea, then kindly hit the blue button at the top left of your screen. If it is, then enjoy. Now that that is over, to the fun stuff: This is an AU story, with my OC interacting heavily with the canon characters.

Characters;

Noctum Ambrosious Caeruleus

Umbra Silvae

Cobalt

Tianee Musk (Yes I have permission from ThanhnuFia. You got an issue with it, take it up with her.)

And the Canon Characters. (RWBY, JAUN {Or whatever they are} Ozpin, Glynda, etc)

Disclaimer:

I in no way, shape or form own RWBY. If I do, it's a newflash to me.

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Introduction:

'''Night; the time when monsters roam. The era when assassins thrive. Where shady deals are made, and men die in shadows. The black void is said to be when unspeakable things are done. And yet, Night has been a savior for many; Countries stop wars with a single shot. Lives are saved by those vigilant. Alliances are formed to oppose tyranny. But, this story is about none of these. This tale, is about a man, a child named after night. Cast out before he could walk, only to find another family at ages eight and ten. The boy then became a mercenary, renowned for his skill. '''

'''This is no fairy tale. There is no easy way through. No smiting the monster with one blow. No saving the maiden without a scratch. No, this is not a fairy tale, where things end happily. This, is a story about a life, thrown into hardship. A lad who was hardened by the cruelties of the world, who holds a hatred for its supposed saviors. A boy, who kills without remorse. This, is about Night incarnate. '''

The stars gleam in the black heavens. The moon shines, giving it's light to aid those who thrive in this time. Clouds hang low, the bank peppered with holes. Some would say this night is peaceful. Movement   within the snow filled forest below shows they lie.

Twisting, the shape slams the blade through their opponent's chest, and rips it out viciously. The with the momentum, their wrist flashes out, depriving another man of his arm. The sword swings back around, and a head falls before a sound is uttered. By that time, the figure is already past him, barely a blur within shadows. Slipping past another, a knife slides across his throat, ending the man's world quickly. The killer flashes away, the only trace of their existence; the bodies on the floor. And the blood on the trees. _____________________________________________________________________________________

Aka Shinpō-sha was, to put it plainly, bored. Sitting on guard duty for some brat wasn't his idea of a good time. Now, if there was a women or two... His face splits into a wide grin at the mental image. This run down hut may be good for concealment, but comfort

Hearing his captive struggle, he grumbles. "Stupid bitch can't keep quiet. Keep her captured, they said. Just until we get the money, then we kill her, they said. She's just an heiress, a simple job, they said. They didn't mention how good she was in a fight!" Turning to see what the lass is doing, he freezes in fear.

The prisoner is free. The girl should have been tied to a chair, immobile and helpless. Apparently not. She cut the bonds with her Rapier somehow, though how she got it, he has no clue.

"Y-you... Schnee...h-how?" He stutters. ''It took three others to take her down TOGETHER, and that was after six tried solo. I'm sooo screwed. ''The henchmen thinks, desperately trying to find a way out of this.

Ice blue eyes narrow at the stuttering fool as the heiress shifts the grip on her sword. Waving the weapon, she conjures a white snowflake symbol out of Dust, and charges Aka. The blade is raised, prepared to slash at him.

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''Hmm. Twelve guards, with ten spaced out within eyesight of each other. Two are posted in elevated positions, mainly; Towers.'' The assassin shakes his head. ''Idiots. They make this too easy.'' The killer was perched in a tree, looking down at one of the guardsmen. Eyes the color of midnight watch as the fool walks out of his companions view, presumably to relieve himself. ''Oldest trick in the book. Have these people ever read a novel? ''

Grinning slightly, the figure drops down into a crouch. Shadowing the man, night eyed assassin suddenly speeds up. Stepping smoothly behind the man, he places one hand on the guards mouth. The other grabs the back of his head, and the shadow snaps his neck without a sound. Walking with silent footfalls, he returns to his vantage point.

And returns to thinning out the opposition. He keeps picking off the guards one by one; hanging one with some Para-cord, slitting another's throat. He whittles them down to three, making a game out of it.

Now, they know he's here. They retreat, trying to make it back to the house/shack, thinking to link up with their leader. In response, a grin forms on the being's face. Four canines flash ivory as he steps into a beam of moonlight.

A hood obscures the upper half of his face. The rest of his body is wreathed is shadows. Walking towards the terrified trio, his weapon held at an angle at his side. Blood drips off as the tip carves a furrow into the snow, staining it crimson. The man picks up the pace, speeding up to the point they can't see him.

The guards tense, and start looking around wildly. "I-it's gone, right?" One, an average looking man with brown hair, stutters out.

<p class="MsoNormal">"You wish..." The voice is cold, haunting. It creeps into the mind, destroying any resolve to fight. The man turns, to see one of his comrades fall to the ground in two pieces. The brown haired man looks to his other companion, only to watch as his head is hewn from his shoulders.

<p class="MsoNormal">Screaming, the man drops to his knees. He's sputtering out pleadings, begging, praying to be spared. The hooded murderer stands over him, his eyes filled with disgust.

<p class="MsoNormal">"You think, I will spare you? You kidnapped someone, demanded a ransom, and were going to kill her once you got it. Most likely after you all had some "fun"." Dark blue eyes meet brown, and promise death. The hooded killer stabs his blade into the guards thigh, and pulls out a knife. The weapon is twelve inches long, double edged with serrations on both sides. A slight humming sound emits from it, signifying something much worse than a regular dagger. "You already earned a one way ticket to hell. Allow me to send you there, you spineless coward!" At this, the knife wielder drives the weapon into the cowering man's throat, and rips it out to the side. Blood flies into the air, gushing from the wound. The hooded man looks down at the corpse in contempt, and turns to the shack. Wiping the blood on the corpse, he sheathes the knife and removes his sword.

<p class="MsoNormal">He takes but three steps before the wall is sent at him. Cursing, the blue haired dives to the side, narrowly avoiding it. Coming to his feet, he's rewarded with the sight of a body landing in front of him. Dark blue eyes look down, and an eyebrow raises. At his feet, is a large male with shocking red hair. He's still breathing, evidenced by the groan of pain. Raising his head, the swordsman's other eyebrow joins the first.

<p class="MsoNormal">A head capped with long white hair situated into an off center pony tail. A small scar above and through her left eye. A white dress under a light blue bordello jacket, and a rapier in her left hand. Standing in the gaping hole, is Weiss Schnee.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eyes like ice meet orbs of midnight, and both narrow. They're at a standoff; The swordsman verses the fencer. Relaxing, the assassin rotates his weapon once. The blade shifts into an assault rifle, three feet in length. It compacts once more, into a rectangular prism that is placed in a belt pouch.

<p class="MsoNormal">Startled, and quite a bit annoyed at the nonchalance, Weiss glares at him. "Who the hell are you? Better yet, what are you doing here?"

<p class="MsoNormal">The man merely crosses his arms, and smiles. The expression doesn't reach his eyes, which are colder than a northern blizzard. The double canines presented make her uneasy, as do the unusual color of his eyes. All pointing to this  Raising Myrtenaster threateningly, she growls. "I won't ask again. Who are you, and why are you here?"

<p class="MsoNormal">The man pulls his hood back, exposing short black hair streaked with blue. His face, while not the most handsome, would be pleasing to look at. Except for the large scar that runs from through his left eye, down to the center of his right cheek. There is no facial hair, or blemishes. All in all, fairly good looking. But the aura he emits, the one that spoke of confidence and calmness. Mix that, with

<p class="MsoNormal">His voice interrupts her examination. "My name, is Noctis. And I, am your bodyguard, Miss Schnee." His tone is civil, but freezing with a condescending undertone. And a warning; '''Don't run, I will find you. '''

<p class="MsoNormal">"As fun as it is watching you gape like a fish, we need to return you to your home." He starts walking back the way he came, forcing her to run to catch up. They walk in silence, until Noctis speaks again.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, and next time?" His tone now is friendly, but there's no mistaking the hard undercurrent. "Don't walk around by yourself. It makes my job that much harder. And in turn, I make your life that much worse. Got it?" Not even waiting for her reply, he walks ahead, leaving behind a fuming Weiss to catch up.

<p class="MsoNormal">"God, what is with you? Who do you think you are, order-" An upraised hand halts her rant.

<p class="MsoNormal">"I, am the man tasked with your safety. By your parents, Heiress. So, until this contract is up after your tenure at Beacon, you are stuck with me. I suggest you learn to deal with it."

<p class="MsoNormal">"So, you're a ruffian? An honor less bounty hunter with no morals? A man so wrapped in greed and bloodlust he murders for money?" She snipes. Her scowl changes into a look of shock when he laughs. It's dark and humorless, chilling her to the core. The laugh of one who knows what they are, and is proud of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">"No, Miss Schnee. I'm much worse. Remember; The Grimm are not the only monsters. Some are better at hiding than others."