"So let me get this straight," Tony said. "You want to become a bounty hunter?!"

"Yup."

"Now let me ask you this. Are you high?"

"Tony!"

"It would be much better if you were. But you were never the type to be interested in drugs."

"You got that right."

"But why? You don't know the dangers of a life like that."

"Have you forgotten, my dad was the major mob boss of Medieval America?"

"But that doesn't mean you should get into the life because of him."

"Yes I do. I need to avenge him, and my mom."

"Look, I know their death was hard on you, for the both of you." He gestured to Fidget.

"Yeah but-"

"Let me finish." He said. "A long time ago, ever since you started to call me Uncle Tony, your dad had me promise that if he were ever to be gone, I would have to keep you safe."

I didn't say anything.

"And do you think putting you into jobs as a bounty hunter will keep you safe?"

"Yes. As a bounty hunter I will know the world better, I'll train and know self-defense. But not only that, I can save lives, hunt bad people down. People were just as bad as my father, I'm not doing this for the world's sake, but for my dad as well."

"You're a good kid, Melody. But you should know that others would hunt you too. Assassins who are after your bounty as the daughter of Christian, but as a bounty hunter too."

"I thought of that already. That's why I need to hide my identity."

He snorted. "A masked vigilante? You want to become one?"

"Yes," I said in a serious tone. "And I need your help, you have to find me jobs, Tony."

He sighed. "If you didn't have your power, I would say no. But since you're-"

I hugged him. "Thank you so much Uncle Tony!"

He patted me on the back. "I'll give you your first job tomorrow."

"Okay."

"And make sure to wear a concealing outfit. And I mean it, I don't want you to accidentally show something more than your identity to someone, especially when I promised your-"

"Tony!" I laughed.

"So how will you hide your face with that huge birthmark?" He asked as he was about to walk out the door.

I pulled out a black mask with gold embroidered around it. It had some music sheets shown on it, revealing that is was made out of music sheets.

"Correctly," I smirked.

"Take deep breaths," I said to myself.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exh- No!!

Tony thought that having me hunt down Blake Peterson, the now #1 gang leader since my dad died, will make me pretty well known, fast. Thinking that it was a good idea, I took it. Now I'm standing on top of the glass ceiling of the home of Blake Peterson. 

Tony told me that every few weeks Blake gathers all his men and talk about any notices and new drugs and weapons their shipping. And when I mean his men I don't mean 20 close guy friends, I mean 100 men. Each carried weapons of sorts, they looked tough, big, and experienced. Compared to me, I look like an inexperienced shrimp.

"What the hell am I gonna do Fidget?!"

Fidget was more fidgety than usual, but was really calm compared to a freaking out bounty hunter. Hint: that's me.

"I'm gonna die, oh crap I'm gonna die!" I exclaimed. "Fidget listen to me, when I die I want to be buried next to my parents. I want to sleep peacefully next to-"

Fidget bit my hand. I cursed and shook it away from his teeth.

"What the hell did you do that for?"

I looked at Fidget who was giving me the look. Oh, and how I hate that look. It was a look of annoyance and pity. It's bad enough getting your best friend and pet to be annoyed but pitied, no.

"Don't give me that look."

He continued giving me that look.

"Stop that."

He stared at me and I stared back at him. Then it became a staring contest. Yes, I'm versing an animal, sue me. Suddenly I had to blink, since I'm human.

I groaned. "Fine, I got it. Calm down and get it over with."

He made a slight nod and looked down at the ceiling. Blake Peterson was about to speak to his men.

I've seen him many times before, not like in the news or in his identity card. But he was my dad's frienemy. They were the best of friends and were also very competitive. Somehow he got my dad into the gang business and they became the top of America's Most Wanted with my dad being the first. He took it as a shock when he learned that my dad died, he even came to his funeral. We were never close, in fact I hated him. He was the one that brought my dad into this evil life.

He stood next to one of his men at the second floor of his home, looking over the railing. His men were gathered on the first floor looking up.

"Hello men." Blake started. He started to talk, but I could barely hear a word they said, even with my sensitive hearing. It must be because I'm watching them from a glass roof that's practically 30 feet in the air.

"Ugh," I groaned. "I can't hear a thing."

I started to crawl across the roof, becoming closer to Blake. I could hear a little bit more better.

"-As you all know I, known as 'Blake of his 100 men' have become #1 in Medieval Europe."

His men applauded for his achievement.

"It was sad at first for the death of Christian, but I am actually glad he had died." He said so bluntly. "So that I can take the title that was rightfully mine."

What the heck did he just say?! I shivered in anger, how dare he. How. Dare. He. A loud ringing went through my ears, this always happen when I'm angry, pissed off. Blake and his men could hear it too, they covered their ears in pain.

Fidget nuzzled me, trying to calm me down. Reluctantly, I did. The ringing stopped and Blake continued his speech.

"That must have been some feedback of the microphone," He said while tapping his microphone.

I moved closer to him through the ceiling, being careful to avoid any open window panels.

"Knowing that Christian was a very old friend of mine, he should have died in the very beginning. I was the one who brought him to this business."

I came even closer, I need to find a way to strike.

"So rest in peace my friend, knowing that you never deserved a title like-"

My hand leaned on a barely open window panel. As it leaned in, the panel flipped. And guess what, I fell in.

"Kyaaaa!" I screamed.

Everyone looked up, seeing some girl falling to her death.

Calm down. Calm down. I transformed into my sound form and traveled through the sound of my scream. I safely landed on the first floor with a light step. Thank God I have the power to travel in sound waves.

I sighed and looked up.

"That was some height I fell," I muttered.

"Who the hell are you?" Blake asked looking right at me.

"Eh?" I looked around and saw that I was completely surrounded by Blake's 100 men. Whoops.

"I said, who the hell are you?" He asked again, this time a little sterner.

"The pizza girl," I said in a straight face. "Your order of 20 pizzas are here."

I couldn't help but be sarcastic, I mean come on. The dude is asking who I am when I fell through the frickin' ceiling.

He looked pissed off. "I'm in no mood for joke, little girl. Who are you, a bounty hunter?"

"Actually yes, and I've come to kill you."

I was expecting some gasps and they start running for their lives, or something. But instead they laughed, they burst out laughing in front of my face.

"You expect me to believe that you're actually going to kill me?" He said between chuckles.

Now I'm pissed off. "Yes, I am."

He finally calmed down. "Men."

His men nodded and circled around me. I was completely surround. Inhale. Exhale. Calm down and focus on the mission. They came closer to me, pulling out their guns and weapons. I slightly touched the ground and jumped, my body becoming half sound so I can be extra light. I easily landed on the railing, startling Blake.

He stepped back. "What the-?"

"I'm the Masked Musician, " I stated. "I will be known as the bounty hunter who have killed you."

Blake looked at his the guy who stood right next to him. Probably his right hand man. "Go."

He charged at me, but Fidget jumped on him. Slashing his claws at him, he easily fell unconscious on the floor. Fidget jumped back at my shoulder.

Blake said, "Hey, Sammy. Wake up."

The guy didn't budge. "Sammy what the hell? Wake up!"

I stepped off the railing and stepped closer to him. "He's unconscious, idiot."

He looked under his jacket and pulled out a gun. When he looked up, I was no longer in front of him.

"Where are you?!"

I tapped his shoulder. "Boo."

He flinched and backed away from me.

"S-stay away from me."

I wonder..." I started, taking a step towards him.

He stepped back. "Wonder what?"

"I wonder...who Blake Peterson is without his men?"

I took another step forward, making him lean on the railing.

"I would still be Blake Peterson." He said.

"No," I said. "You would be nothing, without your 100 men."

"What?"

"Your men do 95% of the whole business, all you do is order them around. And you get all the credit, as 'Blake of his 100 men.'"

He snorted. "That's a lie."

"Do you know any of their names?"

"Yeah," he said. "There's Sammy."

"Sammy's you right hand man, he doesn't count. Do you know anyone else?"

"Yeah, I..."

I grabbed his collar and lifted him up. Even I'm surprised how strong I am. "Do you know any of your men's names? Their families, their birthdays, their personal life?"

"Why should I? They work for me."

"How ungrateful you are." I said in disgust. "My father was a better than you. He knew his men like family, he was-" I stopped.

"Y-your father?"

"Is no meaning to you." I stated.

He looked at me, staring into my eyes. "You look familiar, I know you somewhere."

"No you don't."

He said nothing.

"Blake Peterson, you were a bad man throughout your life. You cheated, you stealed and you killed. Now you must pay for your actions."

He gulped, he's accepting this.

I threw him up in the air. And jumped into the air. We float in the air at the same pace. I held out my arms, both of them surrounding with sound.

Then I heard him say something, his last words.

"You have his eyes."

I slammed my hands together, emitting a powerful sound wave from them. I call it sound clap. The huge wave of sound slam into Blake that slammed into the wall. As the sound dispersed, there was nothing left. But a huge hole in the wall, with blood dripping down from it.

I slowly landed on the railing once again. I stared at that huge hole on the wall. Everyone stared at it with me, they were all silent. Probably trying to piece together what just happened. That crack on the wall...It was never there before.

"Mission accomplish," I muttered.

Blake's men turned to me, and they all looked very angry.

"Oh look at the time," I said checking a fake watch. "But I gotta go, sooo bye."

I transformed into sound to go back up the roof. I saw Sammy slowly waking up, and something told me he knew what just happened.

He looked over the railing and screamed to his comrades, "What are you standing around for?! Find her! Avenge his death!"

They were startled from that order, but they obeyed. Many of them ran out the door, others climbed up the stairs. I wonder why they were going up the stairs, until the door roof burst opened.

Oh.

The men all poured out of the door. They all wielded many weapons that I don't really wish to meet. So I did the best thing I could do, I ran. I jumped on top of roofs, ran through alleys, hopped over fences. But they were always right behind me, I can't seem to shake them off. I guess I'm at my last resort.

I ran into the woods. I was next to blind in the dark woods. I even had to use echolocation time to time to avoid crashing into a tree. I finally found a very large clearing, with a small stump in the middle of it.

Perfect, I thought.

I ran to the stump and sat on it. Boy, I'm exhausted.

"Finally found you."

I saw the men coming out into the clearing, all of them were out of breath. They were all here, all 100 of them. I'm actually impressed that all of them managed to keep up with me.

"You're going to pay for what you did, assassin."

"I'm not an assassin. There's a huge difference, though I'm not expecting you to get it."

"What did you just say?!" One of them demanded.

"I said- Never mind, I'm losing brain cells from you guys."

"You have some guts to be still sarcastic when you're surrounded like this."

"Why thank you."

Another one of the men said. "Say you last words, girl."

"Can I play one last song before you kill me, then dump me in the ocean or something?"

They murmured to each other, asking if I can.

"Go ahead."

I stood on top of the stool. I pulled out my violin and bow. Somehow, with my violin. I felt strong and powerful, like I can take on the whole world.

"This piece I made is called the Symphony of Lady Justice."

I took a deep breath and played. It had a proud melody. It felt like the song is searching your soul, finding the things you've done good and bad. Actually this is exactly what my song does.

A misty illusion appeared from my music. She was a tall, elegant lady dressed in all white. She had a blind fold on, holding a scale in one hand and a sword in the other.

Lady Justice.

Blake's 100 men saw her. They were dazed by her beautiful appearance. I continued to play my song, unfazed of her presence. Then she started to walk gracefully towards them. She barely touched the ground, it was as if she was floating. She walked up to one of them.

She said in a heavenly voice, "Luis Hernandez, killer of 6. Gambler owing 200 thousand."

Luis stood there speechless. "H-how did you-?"

"Silence," she said. She tapped his shoulder with her sword and he glowed red.

Then she continued with the next person. Each one, she stated who they were and bad things they've done throughout their life. She made the same gesture to make them glow red. Then she moved on to the next one, leaving them paralyzed in fear.

Finally she came to Sammy, Blake Peterson's right hand man.

Sammy stood there, ready for what she was going to say.

"Samuel Vasquez..."

She paused, it was as if she was surprised with something.

"What? Tell me?" Sammy demanded. "What am I?"

"A good man." She said.

Sammy took a step back, surprised by her words.

"You're a man of your word. You never stole, gambled, cheated nor lie."

He was speechless. "I...."

She nodded. "Live well."

Then she vanished out of thin air. Time for my finale. The song started to slow down, making it agonizing slow. The men who glowed red pulled out their swords. Many of them cursed at me, demanding what I was doing to them.

Then I played the final note. And simultaneously they stabbed themselves in the stomach. They all slowly fell backwards, leaving a circle of 100 men surrounding me.

But only Sammy remained. He stood there in fear. All of his comrades died in front of him. I lightly hopped off the tree stump. I staggered a little bit, the song is very powerful.

Then I started walking towards Sammy. He was scared of me, he slowly backed away from me.

"What was that? Who was that?"

"That was my Symphony of Lady Justice. That lady was Lady Justice."

"S-she's real?"

I shook my head. "She'a a hallucination, created from my music. She's not real."

"Then what was all that glowing red stuff!? And making everyone kill themselves?!"

"I didn't get it either when I first made that piece." I explained. "My music isn't like any music, normally music lightens or saddens a mood. Mine literally does that, but I can control their moods. But not only their moods but their actions."

"Amazing."

I continued. "But this piece wasn't like anything I normally come up, I was making notes up when I found this. This song looks into your soul, and finds out if its filled with good or not. That'a how I came up with the Symphony of Lady Justice, where a character made from my music comes to life and acts like her."

"Symphony of Lady Justice," he muttered.

"But as I perfected that piece, I learned another thing too." I said. "The Song of the Soul."

"What's that?" He asked.

"The song is similar to the Symphony of Lady Justice. But I can see your life like a home video since birth."

"C-can you look at my soul?"

I hesitated but I nodded. "Yes, but I sing instead of playing."

"Uh, okay."

I started to sing,

Your soul is a song,

I shall see with my sight,

The things you've done wrong,

What you've done in the light.

You've said things you swear,

You've been scared all along,

So please do prepare,

To know what side you belong.

Sammy's eyes turned pure black. I looked into them, preparing to see the life story of Sammy Vasquez.

"Mama, mama!" Sammy who's a toddler cried.

"What is it child?"

He showed her a thumb with a small cut on it.

"A paper cut? You must be more careful Samuel.

He started to cry. "I'm sorry mama."

"It's okay, sweetie. Just promise me this one thing."

Sammy calmed down and sniffled. "Of course, anything."

"Grow up to an honest man, you understand my love?"

"An honest man, I swear mama."

"Give it back!"

"What are you going to do about it?" A bully said to a whimpering kid.

Sammy, probably a teenager was witnessing this.

"Just give me back my lunch money!" The kid begged.

The bully slammed the kid to the lockers. He slowly crumpled to the ground, sobbing. The bully raised his fist, about to throw a punch to someone who couldn't defend himself. But Sammy grabbed the bully's fist.

"Leave him alone," he growled.

"Mind your own business, will ya? Or do you want to become another example like him."

"I'll give you my lunch money, but just give back his. Deal?" Sammy held out his hand.

The bully put one hand behind his back, and shook Sammy's hand. "Deal."

Sammy shoved all of his money to the bully, and waited for him to give the kid's money back.

"Where is it?"

"Sorry, but I did crossies." The bully showed Sammy his crossed fingers. "When you do crossies, you don't have to keep the promise."

Sammy shoved the bully. "You jerk, you gave me your word!"

"I guess I'm not a man of my word."

He then punched Sammy making him crash to the ground. The bully kicked him as he layed on the ground until Sammy started to cough off blood. The kid who was the bully's first victim held to Sammy's hand.

"Thank you."

Sammy had a smile crept on his face. "Your welcome."

"Daddy!" A small little boy said. "Daddy!"

What's up my little man?" Adult Sammy said, picking up his son.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm off to pay back what I owe."

"But Daddy, we have so little money now. Why do you have to pay it back?"

He lowered his son to the ground. "You must know, that it's always good to be a man of your word. When you make a promise, you must always keep. Understand?"

The boy frowned but nodded. "Yes, daddy."

"Good, I'll see you at dinner."

"If we'll have any tonight," the little boy muttered.

A flash guilt came to Sammy's face. "Of course we will, son. Of course we will."

"You promise to leave my family alone, if I paid you the money!" Sammy, who's a bit older, said.

"I did?" A younger Blake Peterson asked. "I don't remember making such a promise."

"I'll pay you double of what we owe, just leave my son out of this!"

Blake chuckled. "Your son? What son? Your son is no more."

"What?!"

He then looked at a small body lying on the floor, behind the man.

"Why?" He cried.

"I wanted the money in cash, not in check."

"So that's why you killed my innocent boy? He's 12!"

"What about your wife? She's a beauty, don't you think?"

He stopped, "Leave her alone. Please, I beg of you."

"Then swear your loyalty to me."

He hesitated, but thought of his wife. "Yes, I swear you loyalty to you."

"Good, your a man of your promises, sadly I'm not one of mine. Your wife is dead as well, next to the wall."

He saw another body lying against the wall.

"You, you-"

"Uh, uh, uh." he sang. "Loyalty, must I remind you?"

Sammy held back tears. "Never mind, sir."

"Good. We'll have many adventures, you and I."

Sammy's eyes turned back to normal. He staggered forward but I caught him.

"You're a good man, Samuel. You should have never been in this life."

He gulped. "You saw?"

"Everything. You've been through a lot, haven't you?"

"Yes, quite."

I then started to walk past him.

"Hey wait!"

"Huh?"

"You're just going to leave me? Don't I deserved to die for working for Blake?"

"Why, should you?" I asked. "Even when you worked under Blake, you sweared your loyalty to him. You asked these men to avenge his death despite what he's done to your family. You never cheated or gambled with your comrades, never stole when you really needed something from them or your boss, and you obviously never killed before. I noticed that when Fidget defeated you in one blow."

I petted Fidget who flicked his tail in amusement. Sammy looked very embarrassed.

"Just do me one favor, will you?"

"Of course, anything."

"Get out of this life, but live the way you've always had. Promise me that?"

"Of course." He promised then paused. "But, what is your name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"You were the one who single-handily-"

I coughed. "With Fidget."

"-defeated Blake and 99 of his men, not including me of course." He said with a chuckle. "You must have a name, so you'll be known throughout Medieval Europe for what you've done."

I thought for a moment. A lot bounty hunters have really cool names. I've been coming up with ones too, but one single name stuck out from the rest.

"I'm the Masked Musician."

With that I walked away. Hoping the best for Sammy Vasquez, an honest man since birth.

Finally right?! I was wondering when this chapter is going to end. I am finally satisfied, finally. This is the start of Melody's life as the Masked Musician. Her first job, and how she saved someone's life. Amazing, right?! Right?!

I uploaded the song 'The Man Who ever Lied' by Maroon 5, for Sammy Vasquez. It fit's him pretty well a bit. :)

Thanks for reading this chapter. And many more will be written, I mean typed. Sorry I have to cut this short, but I appreciate you reading this.

P.S. I always seemed to be misspelling midieval, I mean, medieval. See!

Forever singing,

RubixCube89201