A/N: Hey guys this is my new Fan Fic, if you've read my other Fan Fic then you're gonna know that my stories throw the characters into locations and scenarios that are not very common, so if you like really weird premises for Fan Fics then you've come to the right place. Anyway this Fan Fic throws the RWBY crew into the American War of Independence, it starts out in early March of 1770, so yeah, it's not gonna be entirely historically accurate, but I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter One-Gun Fire in Boston
Ruby walked through the streets on a cold March day. Her short black hair spilled around her pale face, her skin almost as white as the snow around her. She was short for a thirteen-year-old girl but her attire made her look older. She wore tattered old brown leather boots with cheap grey wool trousers, and an old white shirt. Over that she wore a brown leather trench-coat that went down to her thighs. She had managed to buy most of her clothes from different shops throughout Boston, but she had stolen the coat when she had the chance. Her and her half sister, Yang, wore similar clothes and didn't have much else to their names as they spent most of their money on food and drink. They made their money through the trading at the Boston docks, not actually being traders but by stealing what they needed.
She arrived at Kings Street and looked down the street to where The Old State House was as she walked past the steps of the Custom House. She looked up at the building and accidentally walked into someone.
"Oh, sorry," Ruby said nervously and carried on walking without even turning to see who it was.
She soon reached the tavern she was travelling to. She walked in through the door and stood near the bar.
"It's good to see you, Junior," she said in her high-pitched voice to the bar keep. He was a tall man, simply dressed with short hair.
"Hmm, what do you want?" Junior asked with little patience.
"Ever the charmer I see," Ruby said, taking a seat. "Get me a steak and ale pie."
"Coming right up," Junior replied, turning to get a meal from the kitchen.
He handed her the meal and looked at her plainly.
"Two shillings," he said.
"Two? It was one and a half last week, and one shilling the week before that!" Ruby frowned, annoyed.
"Pay up, and God bless the British for making everything even more expensive," he said raising a glass.
"God bless King George," Ruby sighed, finishing off her meal. She reached into her pockets to find her purse. She felt around but couldn't find anything. Ruby checked again and came up empty handed. "Damn it, the purse is gone."
"Nice try. Pay up," Junior said.
"I don't have it," Ruby said nervously.
"Pay up!" Junior said grabbing Ruby and almost dragging her over the counter.
"Let her go!" Ruby heard a familiar voice shout.
Suddenly Junior released his grip on her and turned to face the new voice. A girl that looked older than Ruby, wearing clothes similar to hers, stood there. Her long golden hair glowed in the dim light.
"What do you want?" Junior said angrily.
The blonde just head butted him and dragged him over the counter. He lay on the floor and the blonde kicked him in the side. He grabbed her legs and took her down. He then punched her in the face before she reversed the hold and threw him back. She stood over him and brought the heel of her boot down onto his face. She turned to Ruby and helped her up.
"Come on sis'!" Yang said. "We'd best get out of here."
Yang helped Ruby up and practically dragged her out of the tavern. They ran through the snow covered streets and soon got away from the area the soldiers and police would be running to.
"That was fun!" Yang laughed. She was two years older than Ruby and had always been the wilder one of the pair.
"My Lord! Yang, you're bleeding," Ruby said, concern lining here face.
"Am I?" Yang raised her hand up to her head. "Oh. Well, I suppose he hits harder than I thought."
"Come with me Yang. Let's head home," Ruby said.
They walked down the streets and turned onto Kings street. There was a large crowd surrounding a force of nine red coats on the steps of the Custom House.
"I wonder, what's happening?" Ruby asked.
"Isn't that mister Knox, the book keep, up there talking to one of the soldiers?" Yang asked. "Let's go ask him what's happening."
Yang led the way through the crowd to mister Knox, they reached him near the end of his conversation with the soldier.
"For God's Sake, take care of your men. If they fire, you must die," Henry Knox told the captain of the soldiers.
"I am aware of it, sir," the captain responded, his English accent coming through clearly.
"Mister Knox. What's happening sir?" Yang asked.
"Miss Long, Miss Rose, we must get out of here." He looked around nervously. "With me, now!"
He led the two girls down the street a while and they stopped outside of Henry Knox's book shop.
"One of the privates attacked a civilian. The people want revenge for it." He glanced back at the crowd nervously. "Make no mistake, there will be blood before the day is up."
Despite being only nineteen, Henry Knox had made a name for himself and became a well-respected man within the community. He was a plump and wore fancy clothing that was much fancier than anything that either Ruby or Yang owned.
"Come inside, you must be freezing." Mr Knox led the inside. "Gosh, it truly is a marvel, this world in which we live. There seems to be never ending trouble."
"It is, isn't it?" Ruby said. She was used to Mr Knox using words that the two weren't entirely sure of.
"We can onl-" Mr Knox started but he was interrupted by a series of gunshots outside and the crowd screaming.
The trio ran outside and saw many people lying on the ground dead or injured. Much of the crowd had dispersed after the gunfire but some had attempted to take down the soldiers that had fired.
"My God!" Ruby whispered in shock.
A/N: There's the first chapter guys I really hope you enjoyed this one. Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time.
