So, I'm kind of back I guess. Except I will nit be continuing my Ashikabi of Tokyo, mainly because I don't care enough about the anime to keep writing it. I've tried multiple times to start again, but oh well. If someone wants to continue my story, by all means please take it and make it your own. Anyways, this is my first attempt at a RWBY Fanfiction, but I'm hoping you guys like it. If not, oh well, its not like I can force you guys to like it. Any and all reviews will be appreciated, but if you don't want to leave one, don't let me try and force you to. You do you.
Anyways, onto the story

"This is Whiskey Tango Foxtrot; we are approaching the ruins, over." Cameron spoke. The ruin in question was an ancient place of worship that was used as one of the main recruitment bases of the rising insurgency. Cameron and his squad were tasked with wiping out any hostiles that were still occupying the area. While it was just supposed to be the run of the mill search and destroy op, they had reports of a strong electrical presence radiating throughout the entire town, centered on the Temple itself.

"Copy Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, you are cleared for engagement. Estimated amount of hostiles is around thirty militiamen, over." The man on the other side of the comm responded.

"Understood HQ, over and out." Cameron readied his M110 Semi-Automatic sniper as he advanced with his men behind him. He had a small task force of six men, all part of the United Federation of The New World Army Corp, all of them specialists in their own right. "Max, I won't you up front with Gibby on your six." The two soldiers in question nodded before rushing to the front of the pack. Max carried a regulation M249 while Gibby held a standard M4 rifle. As they reached the front of the temple, they all spread out, so they weren't all picked off with one lucky rocket, and Max and Gibby reached the doors. The doors were massive and seemed to be made out of reinforced steel, but they were already blasted open.

Max and Gibby entered the room and were met with complete silence, which had both rangers on edge. But after a quick and thorough check of the main lobby, they gave the all clear signal to rest of the rangers. Cameron entered the building with the other soldiers spreading out to make sure that the room was secure.

"Johnson, get over here." The man in question ran over to Cameron. "So if the Intel that we got is correct, there should be two more reinforced steel doors that we'll need to get past, correct." Cameron asked.

"Yeah, we have a rocket launcher and a couple of C4's that should do the trick." Cameron nodded, looking at the blueprints that he was given from HQ. Something was off, but he couldn't quite place it. They should've already been facing multiple tangos, but there was complete silence throughout the building. He could tell that his men were all feeling the same way, and it had all of them paranoid that this was just one big ambush.

Cameron motioned for all of his men to follow after a short rest, and the group moved further into the temple. As they walked through the building, there was still no sound that came from anywhere. It was just a dead silence all around them, and it was throwing off the soldiers. They were all battle hardened veterans but the lack of battle was more terrifying than any battle that they had ever been in. When it comes to a fire fight, there is a certain sense of stability. Both you and your enemies were there to kill each other, but just knowing that there were fighters on both sides was enough reassuring in a sense. But when they were expecting soldiers and they only got silence, it was much more terrifying.

They finally reached the last section of the building. They had covered every nook and cranny of the ruin and they were met with nothing but evidence that people had been here recently. There was food in the mess hall; there were computers that were still on, and chairs that had been knocked over. It's as if the occupants just go up and left in the middle of what they were doing. But to where?

"Alright, Dawson, set the C4's on the door." Dawson ran to the door. "X-Ray, take Vav with you and keep our backs covered. I think this could be a tr-."

"Sir, the doors are already open." Dawson interrupted his CO. Cameron looked confused before running up to Dawson to see what he was talking about, but true to his word, the massive steel door was open. Cameron motioned for all of his soldiers to fall in behind him, before making his way into the room.

The room was massive, looking like a center for worship but it was arranged so the room was circular. The room, however, was trashed. Pews and chairs smashed, alters ripped from the ground, oh and there were dead bodies covering the entire room. Assault rifles littered the floor, but there was one space in the very center of room that looked like the eye of the storm. There was a single person standing in the middle of all the destruction, with what looked like a broadsword clutched in his hand, blood covering his features.

"Put your weapon down and put your hands where I can see them!" Cameron yelled at the man. The man didn't seem to even realize there were other people in the room. The six men spread throughout the room, making sure that there wasn't anywhere for the man to escape to. "You have one last warning or we will open fire. Put your weapon down!"

"You think your mortal weapons can hurt me?! I am a god amongst men; you're nothing but gutter trash like the rest of them. You should be bowing to me!" The man finally spoke and he had an insane look in his eye.

"Open fire." Cameron commanded and every single one of the men unloaded into the man. The man actually seemed to block some of the bullets with his sword, but more than a few got through and hit him. Although, true to his words, they weren't doing a lot of damage, they looked as if they were just staggering him, but the man just ran head first into the bullets while making a mad dash at Max. He seemed to be targeting the weapon that was probably doing the biggest threat to him, and before anyone could do anything to stop it, he rammed his sword straight through him.

Max coughed up blood and he dropped his weapon, but grit his teeth and pulled out his sidearm. He fired his weapon at pointblank range into the man's face, but the Maniac was just smiling through the entire thing. That's when Max decided that a different target would work. Instead of shooting just into his head, he put the barrel of the gun straight into the man's eye and fire repeatedly. This got the man because he recoiled from the pain, while also ripping out the sword from his body, successfully tearing some of his organs out as well. Max fell to the ground, dead before he even hit the floor.

"Scatter! Don't stay in one spot too long, just try and keep away from his sword." Cameron instructed the squad. While watching Max die was certainly painful, they knew that this was just one of the casualties of war. Dwelling on it now would only get the rest of them killed.

The Maniac started rushing towards Johnson next. Johnson was making a mad dash away from, while firing over his shoulder every once in a while. The man with the sword however was brushing off the bullets with ease, and was starting catch up to him. As he was about to slash at Johnson, Cameron landed a shot with his weapon into the side of the man's head, throwing him off course from the impact.

The man regained his balance and immediately dashed at Cameron. Cameron kept landing shots on him, but most of them being blocked by his sword, but Cameron knew that he was going to have to reload soon. And once he stopped firing, the man would be on him in an instant. But the Maniac stopped paying attention to him when an explosion rocked the room. X-Ray had chucked an impact grenade at him, doing the most damage that they had done on him, while also throwing him to the ground.

As he got back up, X-Ray was already chucking another grenade, but the man slashed it in the air, somehow breaking it with no explosion. X-Ray was readying his weapon with his Partner Vav still unloading rounds into him. The man was quicker than before, reaching the two of them quickly. X-Ray blocked the first strike with his M4, but the blade sliced through the weapon and it left a shallow cut along his body, cutting through his body armor as well. Vav ran out of ammo and smashed the butt of his rifle in the man's head, taking his concentration away from X-Ray for a moment to deal with Vav. Vav tried to hit him the head again but the Maniac cut through his weapon before slashing through Vav body, effectively cutting him in half. X-Ray pulled out his pistol and shot the man in the ear canal, but X-Ray was baffled when the bullet seemed to almost ricochet off noting, but just the space in his ear. The Maniac thrust his sword in X-Ray, and then quickly pulling it back out, while X-Ray fell to the ground clutching his stomach.

Gibby and Dawson were grouped together, across the room from where X-Ray and Vav were, firing shots into them. But Gibby was the one who was carrying their rocket launcher. When he saw that both X-Ray and Vav were most likely dead, he took and knee and aimed the rocket launcher. The missile directly hit the man, launching him back into a wall, cracking it. The man's torso was a charred remnant of what it once was, and if the fury in his eyes was any indicator, it made more than a dent.

The man slashed his sword through the air, causing what looked to be a blood red portal appear in the air. They were all confused, even more confused when he walked through the portal and reappeared right behind Gibby, before lobbing off his head. Dawson put the muzzle of his gun straight into the charred remain of the man's stomach and fired off a few more rounds into his stomach, causing the man to finally feel the effects of their weapons.

Johnson and Cameron rushed over to try and finish the man off, while also protecting Dawson from his blade. Cameron kept shooting the man, while Johnson rushed straight in to protect his squad mate. Dawson tried hitting the man with his rifle, but as he raised his weapon the man smashed Dawson away with the back of his hand, near the prone body of Max. Cameron could hear Dawson's bones crack from the hit, but his eyes stayed on the demon. Johnson ran at him while firing everything he had at him, landing more than a few into his injured area, but The Maniac just didn't want to stay down, so he slashed at Johnson, slashing his arm clean off.

Johnson looked at the stump of his arm, but before the pain could register, The Maniac stabbed him in the throat, cutting off any noise that he could've wished to make. Johnson slowly slid off the blade, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and died a painful death. Cameron was having a sinking suspicion that he wouldn't be walking away from this, much like the rest of his squad, because he had finally run out of ammo in his primary weapon.

The Maniac knew this, because even through the pain he must have been experiencing, he was smiling right at him.

"I had told you that you wouldn't be able to kill me with your useless weapons. It takes a god to kill God, and I seem to be the only one here. Prepare to be my last sacrifice to the great being that is me." The Maniac was slowly walking towards Cameron, but he wasn't going to just go down without a fight. Cameron pulled out his not-so-regulation .44 Magnum and took aim at the man. "You think that will hurt me? Have you not seen what the rest of your weapons have don-." Cameron fired.

The bullet went clean through his uninjured shoulder causing him to wince. The Maniac must have been surprised but this was no ordinary weapon. This was Cameron's most prized possession, and his only regret was not using it sooner. But just when Cameron thought that maybe he could win this, The Maniac created another portal and teleported right behind him. Cameron spun around, but his gun got knocked out of his hand before he was sent flying with one punch to the gut.

Cameron felt at least three of his ribs crack, and that was before he hit the ground. All he knew was that he was in some serious pain, with zero protection from his aggressor. As he tried to crawl away, he knew that there was no way he could be this man in his current state.

"Yes… Yes! Crawl away you pathetic worm! This is the treatment a God deserves! What can't even hurt me, can kill you!" The Maniac was laughing hysterically, and it was pissing Cameron off. Here he was, dying on the ground practically, and this guy is gloating. If he was going to kill him, would it really be hard to shut up and just do it.

"What about C4, jackass." Cameron at first thought he had said that statement, but it was actually Dawson talking while his hand was wrapped around the man's ankle. The Maniac's face quickly formed a worrying look, but the look in Dawson's eye was acceptance. Dawson was carrying both C4's and the detonator was primed and in his hand. And then he pressed it.

Cameron was flung backwards again, landing uncomfortably, but that was probably from the already broken bones, probably not breaking anything else, but the same couldn't be said for Dawson. Dawson had almost evaporated from the explosion, and the Maniac was lying on the ground, one of his legs just gone from the rest of his body. But he could already see the man trying to get up.

'Why the fuck won't this guy just stay down. Like, honestly!' Cameron thought. He knew that he needed to reach his pistol if he wanted to put this guy down for good, so he got up and limped over to his discarded sidearm. Cameron then hobbled his way over to the lunatic before taking aim at his forehead.

"You insignificant mortal think that this will stop me." He then proceeded to cough up blood and wheeze out some incoherent words. Cameron had had enough.

"Shut the fuck up." Cameron put one bullet right between his eyes and was met with silence from the man. The bullet had gone clear through his head and the exit wound on the back of his head practically took away most of his skull. If he could get back up from that, he would admit that this man was a god.

But Cameron still didn't understand how the lunatic had even lasted that long. It's not like he was wearing armor, on the contrary, he looked like he was almost wearing formal clothing with zero protection. But it was like his skin was a bulletproof shield and that worried Cameron more than he thought it would. If the enemy got their hands on more of the 'super soldiers' they would be almost unstoppable.

Cameron limped around the room, through the blood and the gore of his fallen friends and comrades, and collected each one of their dog tags. He thought their families deserved at least that much, because he was not looking forward to telling six families that their son's and husbands had all died under his watch. He picked up his rifle and reattached it to his three point strap, holding it with one hand while holstering his pistol. The pain was finally starting to get to him and he was going to have to take a break for a while. He had already contacted HQ to get him an extraction and they told him that they would be there soon.

Cameron decided to sit down next to the corpse of the man who killed his entire squad and just look at him. How could someone, with a sword no less, wipe out one of the best trained squadrons in the whole army? He couldn't even believe the battle that had just taken place. This Maniac had survived a rocket launcher blast, and two C4's going off at his feet. If this man wasn't actually magical, then he must be the most artificially enhanced person that's ever existed.

Cameron stared at the sword that the man still clutched in his dead hand, and Cameron had a strong desire to take it from him. It was what he deserved after all the pain that this man had put him through. The blade was a wicked look sword, with a long red handle, probably made for two hands, a cross guard that looked like dragons wings, with a carving in the steel that seemed to be the rest of the sword. The blade itself looked like it was about three feet, with the hilt adding a little less than a foot on it.

As Cameron picked it up, he felt a weird energy coursing through the sword. At first it was dull pain, but it started to intensify and it shocked his hand. Cameron tried letting go of it, but his hand was clenching shut from the electoral current going through his hand. Then the blade started to shine, and it only got brighter and brighter before it eventually was the only thing he could see. He liked to believe that he let out a very manly yell before his eyesight went away. But he knew that it probably wasn't very manly at all.

XXX

Cameron woke up in the middle of a forest. His eye lids felt like they weighed a ton, and he just felt sore all over his body. He was tempted to just try and go back to sleep, but then he started wondering why he was in the middle of a forest and not in the infirmary at Headquarters.

That was enough to make him bolt upright, before he remembered that he still had broken bones. But the pain never came, he just felt a little stiff all over his body. This was starting to freak him out. How long was he out if all of his bones had mended? A month? Two months? A year possibly? He had too many questions with oh so few answers.

"This is First Lieutenant Cameron Gundacker, is there anyone picking up this frequency?" All he got was static from his radio. This was not good. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no communications and no other soldiers. He was at least still in his full combat gear, which was his only sense of security, along with his rifle. Cameron picked up his rifle and looked at his magazine; forgetting that he used up all of his ammo in his last fight, besides a few shots in his secondary which was firmly strapped on his hip. He stood up and looked at the sky.

It seemed like it was the middle of the day if the sun was any indication. Cameron pulled out his compass and was not surprised to see that it was broken. At least, it was probably broken, but he definitely didn't think that it was just supposed to be constantly spinning around in circles. He then checked his map of the Middle East, assuming that he was still somewhere in the combat zone, before giving up on the map completely. He had no idea where he was, so he wouldn't be able to just figure out where he was by looking at a map.

So he had no map, no communications, not even sure which way was north, and he had a gun with zero ammo in it. 'I mean I guess it could be worse, it could be raining.' He thought, jinxing himself immediately when a down pour began over his head. Cameron just leaned his head back in defeat, with a depressing sigh coming from his mouth. "Why do I do this to myself?"

He lowered his head and looked around him. He was in the middle of a forest, and it all kind of looked the same. While he didn't want to walk just aimlessly, he also didn't want to just wait around.

"Eh, fuck it, I'm going left."

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Cameron had been wandering for about six hours now, and he was tired and hungry. Apparently left was the wrong choice, because there just didn't seem to be anything besides trees and grass, and it was really starting to piss him off. Before he had left where he woke up, he had grabbed everything that he could, including the stupid sword that killed most of his friends, and just started travelling. In a weird way, the sword was actually kind of comforting, in a very dangerously appealing way, and he had no way of explaining it. Maybe if he let it get to his mind, he would turn into the Lunatic who wielded it before him, but he knew better than to give into the small temptations.

But just when he was about to set up camp for the night, he was able to see a slight glow through the trees. Cameron walked towards the light, and then he started to hear voices. Not like ones in his head, but real and actual voices. Who knew they could sound so wonderful?

As he walked towards it, he was finally able to see the town. Really, it was more of a village but it was better than nothing. He broke through the woods and walked towards the main road. There were some sniper towers, at least that's what they looked like, but there wasn't anyone inside of them. Huh, weird. Right before Cameron walked into the town however, his training kicked in. Was he really going to walk into an unknown town, possibly deep behind enemy lines, dressed in full combat gear, without a plan? Well, probably, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He did take off the Untied Federation patch that was on his fatigues, just to play it somewhat safe, but he couldn't really do anything about his weapon because he felt like he might need it.

As he walked into town, he was glad his weapon didn't stand out of place because more than one person was carrying some type of weapon. It kind of weirded him out, but he wasn't complaining. No one was even attacking him yet, and that was a massive plus. But something was off and he couldn't quite place it. Everyone here just seemed… different than usual. Most people nowadays were scared to even go outside during the day, fearing that a bombing raid or a nuclear apocalypse could break out at any minute, but here, everyone seemed to be trying to be happy. It was… strange to say the least.

It was getting dark, and he still hadn't asked anyone where he was, but he saw one vendor on the street who seemed to be packing up, so he walked towards him. "Excuse me sir; you wouldn't happen to know where we are exactly would you?"

"Oh, a visitor. Sure been a while since we got one of you around here, but this little old Place is called Ansel." The man said. The man was tall, probably about two inches taller than Cameron who was around 6'2", and he was burly as well. But what really stood out were his ears. Well his second pair of ears, since they seemed to be like dog ears. Was this man just dressing up or were those his actual ears, because they looked like they were physically attached to his head.

"Oh, oh Ansel, of course. Well you wouldn't happen to have a world map on by any chance?" Cameron asked. He didn't want to seem like he didn't know this place existed, because for all he knew, this might be a town that all the insurgents know about.

"Actually yeah we just got some of those maps recently; someone finally took the time to make a map for everywhere. It sure seems like it would be useful." The dog-man-thing said. Cameron had a confused look on his face.

'What does he mean by finally? Maps of the earth have existed for hundreds of years, but it was almost like a new concept to him. Maybe these are some of those native people who have never interacted with the outside world.' The Dog-man turned back to Cameron with a map and gave it to him.

He unrolled it and looked across the landscape and only one word went through his mind.

"What."

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Cameron tried to show no sign of his complete confusion, worried that this man was just looking for a sign of weakness. Well if this was the world, then this may or may not be Earth at all. It must have been when he picked up the sword that he teleported. Maybe that's how The Maniac was able to teleport, because of the sword that was now in Cameron's possession. Cameron quickly memorized the map before handing it back to the man. The man looked confused.

"Do you not need it?" He asked. Cameron just shook his head.

"No, no, I just needed to see it for a second. Thanks for your help." The man smiled and waved goodbye as Cameron started to walk out of town. As friendly as this place seemed, something just seemed off to him. Like the calm before the storm. And he didn't want to be in town when whatever happens, happens. For now, he would just go back to some old timey camping and just survive on his own for a while before he could figure out how to get back home.

As Cameron left the town and head into the forests, he pulled out a sleeping bag from his pack and unrolled it then got inside of it. As he was staring up at the sky, all of his doubts of being on a different planet vanished in an instant. He will always remember the day when he looked up into the sky and he saw the moon, shining down on him, but with just one distinct difference.

The moon was broken.

Well, there's chapter one. Hope you enjoyed, if you didn't, at least you can say you gave it a chance.

Deuces