The Copycat Gang|Aliannah|Job|Solo|

It was night time as the girl yawned, her hand lifting to cover her mouth. She didn't know why she was so tired, nor why her body was nearly forcing her to go to sleep. Shuffling down the hall, her feet dragging the girl made her way to her room. It was had been about a week since she had been back and there wasn't much to going on. Sneaking back into the base was easy, no one knew her as she had been gone for so long, though she was slightly disappointed the Cirven bust her butt, but at the same time she was happy that he didn't, she wouldn't have to listen to him lecture her about leaving.

She had nearly reached her room when she nearly collapsed on her door, her body was wearing down on her, but she didn't want to fall in the hallway, instead she wanted to get to her bed so that it would hurt less when she woke up. Barely managing to lift her feet she pushed her door open and closed it before falling to the floor knocked out, completely asleep.


Her eyes opened, but they were no longer the sky blue that they were when she first closed them, they were now silver and red, one of each. But instead of the lively feeling that would usually be addressed in them they were dreary and dark, without emotion.

The girl slowly stood up and stretched her hands above her head before tilting her head back and forth, cracking her neck. She slowly looked around with her dull eyes before walking to the bed and putting a couple pillows below the blankets and turning to her closet. She reached to the back where she knew that there were clothes that people had never seen in the daylight. Pulling them out they were all black with no signs of writing anywhere. A black dress, a black cloak, black under shorts, black high rise boots, and black thigh high socks. There was a small enchantment of the cloak that wouldn't allow doe the hood to come down unless it was pulled with enough force.

Pulling on the clothes, the girl looked at herself in the floor length mirror in the room, from Aliannah to the thief of the night, the new found killer, Alyia, the girl who once represented recovery and self discovery in hopes of becoming a good mage.

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Smirking at the relfection in the mirror the girl then turned and glided towards the door. Her footsteps now more aligned with herself, however not matching her short stature. She reached for the door handle of the room, her pale hand against the golden paint that covered it made the girl notice the slight glow that her uncovered skin gave off. She could have people noticing the glow loke she could, any good mage would be abel to tell that she was not normal simply based off of this glow.

With a slight growl, the girl spun around and reached into one of her many drawers, pulling out a pair of black gloves and shoving them on her hands to cover the open skin. She then pulled out the mask that she had hidden in a secret compartment of her desk. The marble colouring of it contrasting to the black ink stained design that painted the right side of it.

Looking at the mask once over the blonde haired girl's lip twitched up into a smirk and she placed it over her face, the magic in the mask securing it to her so that only could it be removed through force. Her hair dangled around her shoulders before she reached around and tied it back loosely, allowing for several strands to escape the tie and fame her glass face.

Feeling more confident in the coverage of her skin the girl once again turned and looked into the mirror. But now instead of a girl with two different eye colours she saw an assassin. The red of her eye drifting through the hole making her seem demonic. Even she wouldn't recognize herself had she not known. If she couldn't recognize herself she highly doubted that anyone else would either, securing her identity as well as the safety of her guild.

Turning away from the mirror the girl slid through the window like a shadow and disappeared into the night.


Walking away from the guild entrance the girl blended into the night, the only thing that separated her from the darkness of the night was the glow that her eyes gave off in the night. She looked around to see if anyone was watching and with no eyes in sight, the girl looked forwards and spread her wings and snapped into the sky.

She soared above the clouds. Their luminescence making her basking in the glow of the moon as it shown above her and reflected off of the clouds. Looking down she saw the clouds moving like the ocean waves below her, swirls like marble and silver mixed together. Looking at them the girl narrowed her eyes and huffed before batting her wings and flinging herself into the clouds, moving faster than before.

Finally, the girl came to the area in which she knew that she would be able to meet the person who had sent for her assistance. Jerking up the girl threw herself into a dive, where her hair and the wind cut at her face or where her face would have been, sliding against the stone of the mask.

Reaching the ground in merely a fraction of the time she pulled up and landed in a clearing like a bolt of lightning. She floated slightly above the ground looking at the other person who had called for her before landing without a sound. She looked at him through the mask and put out her hand. She knew what she needed to do, however who she was looking for was not someone that she had the information about. He was here to give it to her.

Feeling the crinkle of paper against the gloves she gripped the scroll before opening it with both hands and looked at the information. Behind her mask, she nodded her head and rerolled the scroll before handing it back to them and turned away from them.

It was time.

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She stepped into the shadows of the forest that surrounded her meeting, their darkness slinking across the ground threatening to take everything into its clutches. Like those shadows the girl slipped into the night and became one with the shadows. She knew that no one would be able to sense her due to her magic, but she would never take the change and expose herself to the light of the world that could possibly tear her and her family apart piece by piece.

The people that she was looking for were a group of thugs that had no name, no source of information, the only thing that was known about them was that they were doing something that was so terrible that even dark guilds wanted their head. But, if no one knew information about them how was she going to find them. That in itself was a question easily answered was one able to think at all.

She was going to let them find her.

Continuing through the shadows the girl knew approximately where she was as she could feel the auras of the trees around her begin to change from something that was a lighter more natural aura of nature that had never been disturbed to something that was tinted with a feeling of tattered and wilted. A path. She could see it now the faster that she moved. It was a path that has clearly been taken regularly by merchants.

She stepped closer to the trail and looked at the ground it was trodden down, it evidently used frequently. Someplace that if someone was to attack this would nearly be the next best option. Taking in a deep breath the angel flipped up her hood but pulled out her hair knowing that it would be a clear indicator that she might be a female. An easy target to attack.

She took her first steps onto the path and closed her eyes allowing for the glow of her red eye to be shut off from the rest of the world. She could hone her magic senses and see if there were other people that were around her, magic or even non-magic. The sky above her was framed with the trees that she had stepped out from, but she could tell without opening her eyes that the sky was clear and that had she opened her eyes and looked up she would be able to see the stars above her.

Her lips that had fallen into a tight line were once again tugging at their corners. She could feel the coolness of her mask seeping into her skin, but Alyia couldn't feel anything, she was not really attached to the nervous system of the body, she simply occupied it with the soul of the girl that she had saved.

She never once closed her eyes as she began to take her steps forward. They were slow and steady but had someone who had never seen the girl before watched her from the trees, her footsteps would seem slow and hesitant. With her calculated movements and the blonde female made it seem like she was timid and was terrified to walk out in the woods alone.

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The sound that her feet made on the ground was no more than a light tap with every step and even that sound to her filled the air with an echoing sound. The blonde haired angel had once again closed her eyes as the red from her eye would give away that maybe by chance she was not as weak nor fragile as she seemed to be. With her eyes closed the girl couldn't rely on her sight to be able to see where she was and what was around her. With no need for concentration on this sense the girl instead focused on the noise that surrounded her and the sense of another presence in the air.

Her listening had improved immensely and the girl not only could hear her own footsteps loud and clear but the noises from the woods that surrounded her. It wasn't that she hated the dark, it just made her feel slightly lonely. Like a bubble of a red burning rising in her stomach that just made her want to go and cuddle all the stuffed animals in the world. But at the same time this red bubble made her hate the people who made her feel like this. If she was going to be left alone by them, then she was going to be completely left alone by them and she wouldn't ever have to hear of them in earthland again. She wouldn't have to hear about the man who was frozen in the crystal somewhere below Fairy Tail. She wasn't going to hear about her "daughter" that had grown up to be a powerful mage, or her grandchild that was just the same. No. She was going to eradicate them all. She was going to kill them all in the name of being abandoned.

Alyia frowned at this thought and traced what had happened to herself in the past. How she had gone from getting revenge on the people who had killed her family, to being an angel that helped people and looking for her own redemption, to having the redemption and being someone who she was proud to become, to being raped, deprived of her child, abandoned by her own family, and now trying to kill them herself.

The angel signed inwardly and cursed at herself, an omen angel she was, keeping the world in balance. What would her grandmother think? With a quick shake of her head the girl kicked a rock that was in front of her. It skittered across the ground causing for vibrations to echo around her. She really wouldn't be out here unless the person who she had taken the job from had offered her information about the whereabouts of the people that she was targeting. Urk. Maybe it bothered the angel that she couldn't control the body of the young girl during the day, but she had given the girl the life that she could never live and that was the opposite, her positive to the negative.

There was no one in sight for the last few minutes of her walk, she was beginning to think that she had chosen the wrong part of the trail to walk on, or maybe the people what were doing the thieving were smart enough to see past her facade. Though it may not have been a facade at this point. She had been walking a bit more hesitantly as she was thinking, but that could have definitely translated into a more terrified and scared walk to any onlookers. But sure enough, there was the first vibration of someone else in the same area as her, but not only was there one, there were five different vibrations coming from different directions. Smart cookies, circle the prey so that they are unable to escape, then pounce.

But this was Alyia, there was no surprising the angel.

The blonde pretended that she hadn't heard the noises that the five people were making and that she didn't know that they were there, even though they were making plenty of sound to cloud up the entire forest.

They got closer and closer until the angel knew that they were close enough to be heard by a normal person and they all paused. One of the people, the one in the front, continued to get closer until they were probably standing about 20 feet away. "Hey there hun, what you doing alone on a night like tonight."

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Not a word come out of the girl pale pink lips. The cold of her mask instead seeped through her skin and reminded her that she would not speak a word. The voice of the girl could be traced back to Aliannah and Alyia didn't want the girl to know what she did at night or put her into trouble that could be avoided. The angel didn't look up from the ground, she didn't open her eyes, she couldn't alert the person in front of her that she was there for them and not just a girl that went for a walk alone. Instead, the girl crossed her arms over her chest seemingly trying to pull her into herself and make her as small as possible.

Blonde hair brushed against the side of the mask, slightly falling beside the girl's face. The small scraping sounds from it echoed in the ears of the angel. The owls and the night life of the forest resounded off of the trees, echoing around the girl and her attackers. The attackers hadn't moved from their positions, supposedly staying in position until the person in the front motioned for them to attack. The girl listened a bit more, trying to catch who was who based on the information that she was given.

There were quieter movements to the left of the angel, meaning that the girl was probably that way, women tended to have lighter movements and were more graceful. To the right of the clearing there were movements that were seemingly ragged. They were sloppy, more like a gangster, but not like the try hard gangster that was 45˚ to the left of the guy at the right. This one was seemingly trying hard to seem dangerous, like he was one of those people to give himself a name that didn't really match his image. So, so far to the left of the angel was the Strange girl, the immediate right of the blonde was either one of the Booklet siblings, and the one at a right diagonal to the clearing was probably Toby the what's his face.

But the person behind her was someone that was bigger than the one to her immediate right. The person behind her was probably Wade. He held the same 'swag' as the person to her right, but he was of bigger stature. His footsteps were heavier and the way that the body moved was making it seem like there was more body to move. The bigger of the two siblings was Wade, meaning that the one to the angel's immediate right was Randy.

This was an interesting tactic. Having the two most powerful people in the front and the back. Not a bad idea overall as that is usually the way that people would run.

"What? You not going to talk? You know that rude, right?" There was a snide tone to the voice now. A tone that in any other case would mean danger to the girl walking along in the dark. That was a tone of sarcasm, bitterness, and promise of pain. But Alyia was not going to talk. She didn't talk to anyone that wasn't her clients and even then it was only the bare minimum words. The angel internally rolled her eyes instead as they were still closed. They were going to stay closed until the rest of the members that were surrounding her were close enough that she could get to them.

She didn't see what was going on around her, but the angel knew movement well enough that when the people from the outer edges started to move closer the leader must have given them a signal that it was okay to do so. That they had finalized a target and the target was right were they wanted it. This time, the target was Alyia.

But who really was the prey and the predator?

Taking a breath through her nose the girl internally braced herself. She was going to eliminate these people. Not eliminate and hand them over to the rune knights, no. There could be no evidence of who she was. Sure, she would leave behind a mark that indicated that she had gotten rid of the people and it was not some other mage, but she would kill all of the people that were surrounding her now. Kids or not. Whether they hurt her or not. They were all guilty and all of their names were on the list. They were all to die tonight. Once they were all dead, the girl would go back to her client and receive the information that they promised her on the whereabouts of her grandchild and her daughter, after all they would be the first to go. Also, the easiest to find.

The thought of getting one step closer to her goal caused for the girl to smile wickedly behind her mask and giggle slightly. Of course, the people around her couldn't see the smile. But they could hear her laugh.

"You think this is funny!? Do you take us as a joke?! I was going to keep you alive and offer you a spot, but now? Now I think that you would be better off a lifeless corpse on the side of the road."

The sneer in the boys voice was now evident and the angel could feel the rest of the group closing in on her.

Now.

Eyes flashed open and the girl looked up, her red and silver eyes glaring into the soul of the man that stood before her. Her cold mask covered the rest of her face, but the boy now seemed a bit more hesitant. The blonde could tell that he was sizing her up. Would the predator become the prey or would the roles stay the same.

Unfortunately for the surrounding group, the roles didn't change and they prey were still the prey.

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It was too late for the people that surrounded the girl now. With her eyes now open and her eyes also now well adjusted to the darkness that surrounded her the blonde haired angel most certainly had the advantage. Her lips were still pulled up into a smirk and the girl took only a step forwards, her hands gripping onto the arm of the person in front of her. Her fingers dug into the skin. It was rough--needed lotion--and slightly scaly under her touch. Definitely the skin of a male. With her grip now on the male her nails dug into him, enough to draw blood and leave bruises, she could hear his cry in the night, but she could feel the others quickly closing in on her.

A snarl ripped from the girls throat as a punch came from her right side, it never made contact as the girl ducked, dragging the man whose arms she had been holding on to with her. Catching sight of the arm that now flew above her head the girl saw that it was not just a punch, there was also a knife encased in the hand of the wielder. A scoff left the lips of the girl. The guy didn't even know how to hold a knife properly.

Taking her other hand the petite girl gabbed up with her hand and hit the knife wielding hand right on the bone, she knew that it would hurt there if she had hit that spot right on and if she did so then there would be one of two conclusions. The man would continue to hold onto the knife and would be stunned enough for Alyia to swipe a kick and kick the man right off of his feet. Or, the man would drop the knife. Seeing that the male didn't seem to know how to wield the damn weapon the angel suspected the second one.

With this suspicion the blonde quickly dropped the arm that she was holding on to and moved into a position that she would be able to catch the knife when it did drop.

She was right. Within a second of kicking the hand the knife was let loose from the grip it was being held in and dropped to the ground where Alyia caught it. With a knife in her hand the girl took in the situation. The person to her left seemed to be holding out from the rest of the group. This one seemed like a flighty type of person. It was the female. The female of this group was known to just go for the spoils. This one would be best to be taken care of first. Sure she was probably the easiest to take down, but she was the most likely to run. There could be no runners or escapees.

Flipping the knife in her hand with experience Alyia swung her arm with a touch of magic to add a boost to it and sent the knife flying into the hip bone of the girl. Targeting the hip would cause for the bone to break and for the lack of motion in the legs of the girl. The angel didn't need to watch as the girl let out an ear piercing scream and fell to the ground. If the client was right about this group it was the likely hood of them helping each other out was very low. No one was going to help the girl and so she was a sitting duck until Alyia was ready to kill her.

Now with one target prone, the angel turned her red gaze to the male whom had swung the knife at her in the first place. He was less than a stride away and seemed to be in shock of what was happening, but before the blonde could get to him a hand seemed to reach behind her and yank at her cape. A low growl escaped from the pink lips of the angel and she slipped from her coat, grabbing at the end of it and yanking at it causing for the person who was holding onto the other side to fall forwards. Getting a quick look at the person who had grabbed her it seemed to be the younger brother of the siblings. Oh this was going to be fun.

With the boys body already falling forwards she angel shoved her elbow into the mans throat, knocking him out of breath and causing for him to choke. With the force of him going forwards and the force of Alyia's elbow coming at him the man crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. With quick movements the girl took her place behind the boy and without thought yanked her pendant off of her necklace and with an arching swing swung it around, piercing the boy through his heart by going through his spinal chord.

One down.
One prone.
Three more to go.

The sneer on the girl's face grew as she looked back at the still shocked boy. Not that he could see her sneer or the single raised eyebrow that she sported. With if a red glowing eye was looking at you after killing one person and rendering another person handicapped, wouldn't you also be scared. Alyia pulled her scythe from the back of the dying boy and swinging around her head, she let it slip into a position where she would be able to throw it.

And throw it she did. The blue and gold scythe soared through the air finding its target in the heart of the knive boy. A choking sound was heard from the boy and the angel could only imagine the fact that his lungs were filling with blood.

A second one down.
Two more to go.

With quick strides the blonde picked up her cape and swung it back around her shoulders before walking over to the other dying boy and yanking out the scythe. It was now dripping in blood. But this was now how Alyia was going to kill. As someone ripped out her heard she was going to kill others by taking their heart out of commission too.

Her scythe in her hand, the extension of her body, Alyia turned to look at what seemed to be the two leaders of the group. While one seemed to be seething and dripping of revenge the other one seemed to be calculating.

The rest of this was going to be fun.

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With a tilt of her head the girl mocked the two people in front of her. They could probably tell that she was mocking them and that she didn't find them serious enough after she had just demolished their other two group members. She still wasn't going to talk to them as there was not much left to say. With a quick glance to her left the angel saw that the girl who's legs she had destroyed was still there crying, but seemed to have passed out from the pain. She would be an easy kill, but the younger girl had left in the knife. Well she was smart enough to do that, it would slow the bleeding, but she wasn't smart enough to not hand around with this group of people.

The angel changed her point of view back to the two other people whom she had left to kill. While one was seething as he looked at her ready to bach her head in--if he could get to it--the other was holding the arms she had dug her nails into and looked like he was thinking of a plan.

It would be in best interest to get rid of the smarter one, but not only because he was smarter, he was also the one that had magic. Question was why hadn't he used it yet unless...

Unless he needed both hands to use his magic.

Alyia sighed internally, the boy had so much potential but he had to choose the wrong path. The path of pain and of violence without benefactor. Pain for just the fun of it. Sure then angel was on a dark path of her own, but she was out for revenge and all of the killing that she did was not for the pleasure of the red gem like blood that covered the ground or coated her hands once she was done, the killing that she did was for the collection of information. That was something that was worth killing for.

Without a second later the large broody one charge at the angel and the blonde merely side stepped and allowed for the boy to run past her. But she hadn't done so without sticking her foot out. The older sibling was so engulfed in his rage that he had lost the majority of his common sense and his fighting sense. Sure it might make him stronger, but is also made him dumber as well. As the boy ran past he tripped over the angel's foot and all the girl could go was look down at him as his face landed next to her blade.

Oh how unfortunate for him. The boy seemed to startled that he had gone into a slight stage of shock. That wouldn't save him now as his body wouldn't react to him. Well, there was now only one way to solve this.

Blinking once to clear away his stupidity the girl lifted her scythe and moved it over the boys heart and plunged it back down. The pointed end of the scythe plunged into the heart of the boy. Oh how Alyia thought it was funny to know that the weapon that she wielded was s weapon that was made from her soul and that as an angel her consciousness remained in the physical body, but her would remained in a weapon.

That was now three down.
One prone.
One to go.

Lifting her gaze from the body who had fallen at her feet Alyia looked at the wind mage. Her blonde hair trickled down her bad in waves as her cape covered most of her black leathered body, her hands were covered, and her face covered and reflecting the glow of her face and eyes.

The girl didn't really want to kill the boy as he looked at her with calculating eyes. But there was no choice. "I call upon the speed of the demon." The words barely left her mouth and the angel was a blur. There was nothing left for anyone to see except for the shadow of where she once was. She had to make it fast and this was the best spell to do so.

Her scythe didn't give the wind mage a chance as it plunged through it heart. His eye were wide with shock and they moved to where Alyia was now, next to him with one hand on the scythe that was plunged into his chest and the other on the back of his neck where it held him in place. Taking in a deep breath the angel yanked her weapon from the boys chest and watched him fall to the ground. His blood seeping from his body. The boy didn't have a chance.

Finally, turning to the last girl the blonde made her way over to her and swirled her scythe around in her hand before it melted back into its pendant shape, where Alyia reattached it to her necklace. Upon reaching the girl the angel yanked the knife from her hip and re plunged the knife into the girls chest. Not heart? No problem.

Finally getting up. the mage looked at what she had done. There were splattered of blood across the group and five dead bodies. She had done her end of the deal. Now it was time to go collect the information that her client had offered her.

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