Author's Note:

Hey guys, it's my first time writing, and I wasn't quite sure how to do this, but it's 2:40 in the morning so I decided that I'd follow Shia's advice and 'JUST DO IT'. I designed this OC about 2 and a half years ago, but I never really thought about making a story around him until I started reading RWBY fanfics a few weeks ago. So, I've posted this prologue and Chapter 1 just to give you guys a taste, and let you have a feel for how I plan to write. I'm gonna be honest, I don't know if I'll continue this without at least a few people saying "Hey, this isn't shit", but for now at least I'm motivated. For a few more details on my OC go to my profile page, it's there.

My profile page also explains the reasons I might suddenly disappear or stop writing, but hopefully I can keep this up for a while. Well, I hope you enjoy the beginnings of my story, and if you do then please review to let me know I'm doing something right and I can continue. Also please note this prologue is literally the shortest chapter there will ever be, it is just a taste of what is to come.

He looked down upon his handiwork for a few seconds, pondering. The choices that led him here had been unavoidable, but were they necessary? Not for the first time, he wondered what his employer would do if he were to attempt to take her out instead, but he once again shook off the thought, knowing he didn't stand a chance.

Despite being a master assassin with no equal, he knew there were some people you just don't try to kill. Not if you want to survive, at least. Besides, Cinder was paying him an extremely generous amount, more than even Torchwick was getting.

With that final thought, Onyx once again disappeared into the night, leaving not a trace, with the exception of the body, and his signature trademark. A single piece of refined quartz, in the shape of a human skull.