So what do you think was meant to happen, hit up the casinos, gamble away all our low balances, get drunk and meet some females. Unfortunately I couldn't tell you what happened. My best friend and I were off to some business crap, where a bunch of serious stuff happens. But honestly…
FUCK THAT!
We are in Vegas baby, let's make the most of it. Is what both of us thought. So we went to a couple of clubs, and basically got drunk, got separated, and now I have no fucking clue where I am, but I am not wearing my shirt, just my jumper, my pants are ripped, my white sneakers are covered in filth, and I have a splitting headache which could only have been caused by drinks.
So as you can guess, I got fucked up last night. And now I am in an alley. My first thought was instantly "Where the fuck are you Hamish?" I groaned and stood up, i realised i was sans wallet, but still had my phone. The world spun as I pulled it out.
"No service? How come I have no service in the middle of the city. Also since when did it snow in Vegas?" I became fully awake as I realised how cold it was.
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." played on repeat in my head. I looked at my phone again then looked around at the buildings. Something was wrong here.
How come I go somewhere to celebrate completing my course, to wind up in an alley whilst it's snowing. That shit is not real.
A door opened further down the alley, and several guys with masks came out. They all carried guns, and they all looked mean. Another guy followed, but he didn't wear a mask, instead he wore a bowler hat, with red hair and carried a cane.
'That guy looks like Roman, but much younger, from that tv show RWBY. Those guys look like White Fang' I thought to myself. I began to walk towards them intending to ask them if there was a RWBY event nearby.
"Nice cosplay guys."
"Kill him." The guy who looked like Roman said. The White Fang lifted their guns. I had a split second to think 'Oh shit' before the guns fired. I dived to the ground, but felt the bullets whistling past, and I won't lie. A little bit of piss came out. I got up and ran.
"This is why I hate Vegas!" I yelled as I sprinted off with the White Fang chasing me.
I reached the end of the alley and turned left, no clue where I was going but just running away, I had no time to choose which way I went. I was faster than the White Fang, probably a good thing I play hockey, it means I am super fit.
After a couple of streets, I saw the one place I could hide in, and maybe find out some answers. I ducked into the Flynn Hustler Bar. Unfortunately a man was about to leave. We collided and both of us ended up inside, on the ground. I looked over at the guy and was about to apologise, but his appearance left me stunned.
It was as if James Ironwood, general of the Atlas army, had deaged, to about the age of 20. He wore the same white clothes that he did in the tv show, the clothes of an officer of the army. He also carried the same badass revolver.
"Do you have a problem?" He asked, his voice at the young age struck me as a rich stuck-up dickhead. So of course I replied with.
"Not from a snob like you." Then I moved to walk past him and head to the bar. He grabbed my arm. He was still strong, even as this young.
"You are gonna regret that." He told me with steel in his voice. I threw his arm of me, and moved to walk. I heard him mutter "Ass…" before I turned and punched him to the floor. Now I ain't no fighter, but I put all I had into that punch.
James landed on the ground with a thud, and lay there groaning. Everyone in the bar cheered for me, even though they had no clue who I was. Clearly no-one liked James. The cheering however died as James got back up. He glared at everyone at the room. Perhaps marking their faces for later, but I was his enemy first. He turned his eyes on me and I actually felt a little bit scared, but my adrenaline was pumping I was ready for anything.
Except to fight an officer in the Atlas military, and probably fight the White Fang, or a Grimm. Okay i get it, I wasn't ready for everything, but i did say anything. I would have been ready for James to challenge me to a bake-off. James swung at me and I ducked. But his knee followed and crashed into my chin. I got up and swung at him, but he sidestepped and brought his leg up and kicked me in the chest. Several of my ribs cracked. I flew backwards and hit the bar.
"Now I see why he is up there with Qrow and Ozpin." I muttered to myself. I attempted to stand, and managed while clutching my chest. The broken bones were so painful that I nearly fell back down just because the pain overwhelmed me.
"There goes another poor soul who crossed Mr Ironwood." said the man at the bar.
"At least James got knocked to the ground this time." Another replied
"Yeah, it just means that, that kid is a goner." a third woman added. I wanted to scream at them and tell them to shut up, but I was in too much pain to do so. So I did the next best thing. I ran straight at James. He swung his leg to kick me in the head, but I dodged. Then my shoulder collided with his body in the perfect shoulder tackle. James hit the ground again.
"He did it again!?" The barman cried in disbelief. "No one ever managed to knock him down once and survive, let alone a second time." James got back up. I stepped back, unable to fight. I could feel blood bubbling up inside me, and knew I needed some medical attention. James drew his revolver, and aimed it at me.
"You are sentenced to death, for attacking a military officer." James pulled the 'cock' back, and his finger tightened on the trigger.
"Sergeant! Attention!" called a man who wore similar clothing to James, but had a purple sash over it. He had just walked in and seen James aiming his gun at an innocent. James stood to attention. I groaned in pain.
"Sergeant, have you been picking fights with the civilians again?" The officer asked James.
"No sir, General sir, He start…" James went to say before the general punched him in the gut.
"No excuses, Sergeant. I received a report about you getting a bot out of hand. So I came to see for myself. Are you ok young man?" He asked me. My only reply was to spit out an enormous amount of blood, and moan in pain, clutching my chest. The general pulled out a radio phone and call a medical extraction team. Then he asked the bartender what happened.
"Well, the young lad came in and tried to order a drink, the Sergeant has had a few himself, and the two walked into each other, this infuriated James, and the lad just ignored him, until James grabbed him, then the lad knocked him flat."
"Knocked down an officer of the army, hmm?"
"Twice, the second time came after James broke his ribs in that kick." The general looked at me thoughtfully, as the medical extraction team, lifted me onto a stretcher. He had a thoughtful look in his eye, a look I did not like the look of.
"Take him back to base, we will give him a full checkup and Sergeant, I am not finished with you." The general ordered. Everyone nodded and James, genuinely looked frightened, I couldn't even imagine what this general was going to do to him.
But hey, that's not my problem, by fighting James I was not going to affect the storyline at all. So I knew he would still be there in the future. It would suck however if I fought James, and find out he was terminated, therefore he would never become the general… "It will be fine." I told myself over and over again, as I drifted into a state of unconsciousness. "It will be fine."
Yay it is time for the Author's Notes…
I have not much to say, Short chapter to reintroduce the story, after the first one semi flopped. We learnt a lot more from volume 4 and this caused most of the story to die. REDUX is the remake of the RWBY story you all liked of mine. But this idea is a collab so check out amvmasters version.
Amvmaster - Why I hate Vegas Redux
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