Disclaimer Obviously, anything that I'm writing in a fanfiction zone is... fanfiction! Meaning the games I yanked the characters from, and the characters themselves, are not owned by me. Surprise, surprise. All OC's are mine though, so hands off :p

Aaand... apparently there's a disclaimer format that we all actually have to follow, oops :P So, I don't make money off of this either ;) (unfortunately, lol)

That aside, this is my first fic up on this site, and the first chapter is, sadly, very short. More will come relatively quickly, as I've had this bouncing around in my head for quite some time.

With that said, I've been a huge Reno fan for a really long time. Because of that, I've read countless Reno fanfics. Anything in this fic that bears resemblance to someone else's is completely unintentional, unrelated, and I apologize, but it's just not possible to read other stories about a character without them influencing your thoughts on the character in some way

Prologue - The Reaper

Blood fell quietly to the ground, staining the grey streets crimson. No sunlight fell to make the splatters gleam, and the moon was nowhere to be found. In another sector of the city, neon lights might have done the job, but in the dank ruins that formed the Sector 4 slums, there were no lights. No noise. Hardly any life, and what little there was, was slowly bleeding away.

Literally.

A lone figure limped through the streets, making his way slowly to one of the many abandoned office buildings in the heart of the Sector. Had there been anyone present to witness his progress, they would have had trouble distinguishing his red hair from the blood that clotted it, the blood that streaked his skin and soaked into his clothing. That blood wasn't his, but the blood falling to the ground was, and it showed in his face. His cheeks appeared sunken, his skin pale and waxy, making the twin scars on his cheekbones stand out vividly. His eyes, surrounded by bruise-like shadows, were dull and tired. A lesser being would have given in to the light-headedness, the exhaustion, long before, but he refused to yield, dragging along a body that should have been dead hours ago. He was the Reaper.

I think my a/n at the top is longer than this "chapter" :P Reviews much appreciated anyway ;)