Pilot Predator (OCs x RWBY)

Pulling Strings

“That’s… pretty cool.” Neptune hesitated as he glanced between the two white hairs.
“Quick question-? Are you two rela-” Neptunes question was cut off by Sun. “You ladies all excited for dressup?” He asked, pointing to the group, making Yeta growl as he looked at the faunus. “Pfft- Yeah right.” Ruby snorted.

“Laugh all you want, I’ll be turning two kinds of someone's head tomorrow night.” Yang rolled her eyes, which landed on the pilot as she narrowed them with a dirty smile.

They proceeded to talk about outfits, but Yeta brushed it off and walked off, waving bye to his girlfriends. He walked off and his smile dropped into a grimace. That ginger-haired fuck…

Later, Somewhere Unknown…

A man awoke in a panic. He opened his mouth to speak, but realized nothing came out. I’ve been gagged. He looked down at himself, and noticed his coat was shredded. Blood stained his clothing and he had a bullet hole in his right shin. As he inspected himself, the pain hit him like a Truck did an anime protagonist. 

He let out a muffled scream as a tear fell from his eyes. His aura wasn’t working and he heard the sounds of a door opening.

He shot his gaze to the door and a man in a dark tuxedo stepped out, his face hidden in the darkness as there was only one light in the room, and the head that covered the light only lit up to the average man's shoulders.

“Welcome back, Mr. Death Runner… I’ve been expecting you.” The voice uttered as a single green glow came from what seemed to be his eye. 
Oh, dear God no-… save me. 

The man thought as his gaze shifted back to the ground, revealing a sheet of ginger hair around the seat he was tied to.
God can’t save you, Mr. Torchwick.

The same voice echoed through Romans head. Please… leave me alone- I promise I’ll never touch a weapon again!

Roman screamed to the figure in his head, the night at the docks flashing through his mind as the Pilot came out of nowhere and massacred everyone in under a minute.
Had he not been standing on the Bullhead when he got knocked out, he would have been left- to die…

“I’m afraid, I can’t do that, Roman.” Ghost shook his head as the door opened again, revealing another figure, who’s eyes shone a bright white in the darkness.
He wore a similar suit, but it had more complexity to it.

Oh God- there’s two of them.

He panicked in his head, before it spread to his body, making him shake in his seat.
“Well, well, well… If it isn’t Mr. Torchwick himself-? In MY-... laboratory…” The other man smiled, pulling a scalpel out of his shirt pocket. He cut through the thick gag in one slice, using his now ungloved finger to clean the cloth that caught on the blade as he put his glove into his pocket.

The blade lightly cut the end of his finger, but the man didn’t show any consideration. He licked the blood off the blade and giggled, much to Romans discomfort.

“W-what do you want from me…?” He asked in fear, his voice coarse and dry. “Well- I want your fucking life…” Ghost said as he cracked his knuckles, making Roman flinch.
“-But I…” The other man chuckled, taking steps closer to Roman, keeping his face in the darkness.
“...I want a man on the inside.” He smiled at Roman, who only raised an eyebrow as he licked his bloody lip, as the man had cut him slightly.

“I can’t kill you anyways… you’re too important to… someone.” He threw the scalpel at the wall, as it stabbed to the side of the head of a poster of Neo to gain Roman’s attention.