Just a little project I've been thinking of doing ever since watching Rooster Teeth's RWBY series. I really love the series and wanted to put my own story about it. Since Fanfiction includes RWBY as something to write on, I decided to give it a shot.

Warning: May not go along with this as fast as my other stories, due to restrictive access to the Internet and (if I go fast enough) the episodes themselves.

Disclaimers: RWBY and it's franchise is property of Rooster Teeth. I own nothing except for the OC and (maybe) some of the chapter content.


It was late at night in the world of Remnant. A man in a white jacket walked down the streets of a large city followed by a group of thugs. The man was smoking from a cigar and an evil grin was on his face. He was carrying a cane in his hand and his henchmen carried either handguns or swords. Any civilians that saw them stepped out of their way in fear, not wanting to mess with the obvious thieves. The man's name was Roman Torchwick, a notorious criminal in Remnant, and he was about to pull off another heist. However, unknown to even the thugs themselves, they were being shadowed by another figure as well. This one wore a black and red cloak over his street clothes. A hood covered his head and shielded his eyes, while a mask covered the lower half of his face. He looked up to get a better view of his targets, revealing blue eyes that seemed to pierce the darkness of the alleys that he stuck to. His eyes held a grim, yet somewhat humored expression in them as he followed the thugs. The thugs walked into a shop named "From Dust Till Dawn" and walked over to the cashier. The henchmen looked around at the store, including the tubes that contained their targeted loot and the colorful crystals that could be seen beneath the glass shelf for show. Roman let some ashes fall from his cigar, much to the cashier's surprise.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late?" Roman asked, as one of his henchmen drew his gun and pointed it at the cashier. The cashier lifted his hands up in surrender.

"Please," he said in a fearful voice, "Just take my Lien and leave!"

"Shh, calm down," Roman said, "we're not here for your money." He turned to henchmen and said, "Grab the dust."

The rest of his henchmen pulled out a briefcase and pulled out some form of cylinder-shaped containers. They walked over to the tubes containing the dust and inserted the containers into a nozzle on the tubes. One thug, however, stopped when he heard music playing. Turning to the sound, he saw a little girl in a red hood reading a comic or magazine. The thug pulled out his sword and pointed it in her direction.

"Alright kid," the henchman said, "put your hands where I can see 'em." However, the kid didn't seem to notice.

"Hey, I said hands in the air! You got a death wish or something?"

He reached over and grabbed the kid's hood, causing it to fall off and reveal that she was wearing headphones that were connected to some kind of portable radio. The kid turned to him, allowing some of her features to be shown. Her hair was blackish-red, her eyes grey in color, and she had a rosey color to her face. The thug pointed to his ear, a signal that the girl understood. She removed her headphones.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I said put your hands in the air, now!" the henchman said. He seemed to be getting impatient.

"Are you...robbing me?" the girl asked.

"Yes!"

"Oh..."

The girl gave a smile. The next thing the henchman knew, he was thrown across the room and smacked against the wall at the front entrance. Outside, Roman's follower watched with an impressed look on his face. "A Huntress," he muttered to himself. His voice suggested that he was roughly eighteen or nineteen years old. He stepped away from the windows just as another henchman flew through it, shattering the window completely. The girl followed after, pulling out her weapon as she did. It was a large red scythe, about her size in height, but another look at it told the man that it was also a rifle of some kind. This wasn't too surprising. Almost every weapon in Remnant doubled as a gun, so it wasn't uncommon to see this now. The redhead twirled the scythe around and stuck it in the ground in an impressive looking pose. Noticing that her music was still playing, she pressed a button on it and the music stopped.

"Cue my entry," the man said to himself. He walked out of the shadows and said in a loud, disappointed tone, "Oh come on! I love that song!"

Both Roman and the girl turned to the man in confusion as he stepped into the open. He had removed his mask, showing a face that had a somewhat hurt expression on it, but his eyes held a mischievous expression. His hood had come off too, showing a tuff of brown hair. He was indeed around eighteen years old. The boy looked to the girl and a smile grew on his face.

"Nevertheless, that was awesome! Really like that style of yours, little girl. Who's your friend? *gesturing to Roman* An old enemy to the family?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" the girl asked.

"Just someone who goes looking for trouble, and if I can't find trouble, I make it. In a good way, usually. I don't go about stealing things."

"Okkay," Roman said, clearly not expecting this. He looked to his henchmen. "Get her! And get the boy too! No witnesses."

The henchmen jumped out through the broken glass and charged the two, three going for the girl, two for the boy. The boy smirked and pulled out some headphones of his own. He put them into his earbuds and turned on his walk radio. A song started to play that seemed to fit the mood and he smiled.

"Perfect!"

It was then that he noticed the men coming towards him.

"Hey fellas!" He greeted them as if they were good friends. "You've come to beat me at a dance fight?"

The response was that one of the henchmen swung his sword at the boy, but he simply sidestepped out of the way, dancing to his song. Confused and surprised, the henchman tried again, with roughly the same result. The boy then grabbed the thug's hand and twirled him around in a dance-like motion. The thug soon got dizzy and the boy let him go, sending the thug flying into his comrade nearby.

"Uh oh!" the boy said with a laugh, "Someone can't handle the dance floor!"

He heard machine gun fire and noticed one of the thugs firing his gun at the girl.

"Finally, one of them decides to be smart," he muttered with amusement, as the girl quickly finished him off too. "But, a little too late."

Roman Torchwick now stood alone as the girl stared him down. He sighed and said sarcastically to his unconscious henchmen, "You were worth every cent. Truly you were." He addressed the girl now, letting his cigar fall to the ground as police sirens wailed in the distance.

"Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around..." He pointed his cane at the girl, and a small aiming sight appeared from the tip, suggesting that it too was a gun. "This is where we part ways."

Roman fired a shot at the girl, which seemed much bigger and more dangerous than any normal bullet. The girl managed to jump high into the sky, and away from the shot. During this time, Roman ran towards a ladder and started to climb up to the roof of a nearby building. The girl saw this, but still turned slightly to the shop owner.

"You okay if I go after him?" she asked.

"Uh huh," the owner replied.

Meanwhile, Roman had just gotten to the top of the ladder, only to see the boy standing a few feet away.

"Going somewhere, good sir?" the boy asked in a mock British accent. He now had a spectacle on one eye and was sipping from a teacup which he had placed on a small plate in his hand. The girl jumped up from behind Roman, seemingly trapping him between the two young warriors. Roman smiled and said, "Persistent." Just then, the roar of an engine was heard behind the boy and he turned to see a large state of the art ship fly up behind him.

"Okay, I'll admit, I did not see that one coming," the boy said, losing his accent. Unfortunately, Roman used this distraction to rush past the boy and into the now-open side door of the cargo ship. Roman turned around and shouted, "End of the line, kids!" He tossed a red crystal at them both. The boy saw the crystal fast enough and realized what was going to happen next. His guess was deemed true when Roman fired a shot at the crystal. Thinking fast, the boy quickly pulled out a firearm of his own and fired a shot that intercepted Roman's mid-flight and sent it off course. Roman seemed genuinely surprised, but the boy simply chuckled.

"Nice," he said, "But I've seen better."

He then pulled out another pistol and began firing away at the ship with both. Surprisingly, it actually seemed to do significant damage to the ship as it tried to leave. Roman stumbled towards the cockpit as the boy continued to fire.

Just then, a storm appeared out of nowhere around the ship. A woman appeared beside the girl and started raining ice shards upon the ship from the storm above it. She was a blonde headed woman, wearing black with a white shirt and a pair of glasses. She held some kind of wand thingy [I honestly don't know what it's called! XD] and she seemed to be adept in magic. Another female figure appeared from where Roman had been before and fired a blast from her hand at the other woman. The "teacher" woman deflected the attack with a kind of shield. The woman caused the ground underneath the teacher to glow, but she jumped out of the way just as a huge magic blast erupted from where she had been standing. Pieces of the roof had fallen around her as a result. The teacher formed this debris into a kind of giant spear and threw it at the ship. The woman onboard fired a blast at the "spear" and it shattered. The teacher summoned another spear like thing and it flew towards the cockpit. The ship turned just in time to have it deflect off the side of the ship, but it then formed into smaller spears that started to ensnare the ship. The woman made a swiping motion with both hands, and the tendrils shattered yet again. The little girl decided then to intervene herself. Her scythe turned into some kind of rifle and she began firing a few shots at the woman, who deflected all of them away with her hands. She then made several areas around the girl and the teacher glow. The teacher used her magic to throw the girl out of harms way before jumping away herself, just as those areas exploded with energy. The ship then took off in a hurry. The girl looked around, only then noticing that the boy had disappeared sometime during the attack. She then turned back to the teacher.

"You're a Huntress!" she said excitedly. "Can I have your autograph?"


The boy chuckled as he watched the girl from a rooftop some distance away. He had slipped off sometime when the Huntress had shown up. The last thing he needed was to be recognized by anyone who could potentially turn him in. He pulled out a tablet device, a "Scroll", and peered at the image of the girl on it.

"Ruby Rose," he muttered to himself. "Known aliases are her sister, Yang, Uncle Qrow, and her father...too bad that I don't have much info on the father. Well, Miss Rose, it was a pleasure to fight by your side."

He watched as the girl left with the Huntress and smiled.

"You're in good hands. Ozpin is a perfect choice to run into. I hope that you find what you're looking for. In the meantime, I have some clients to satisfy, crimes to stop, and trouble to run into. I'll see you later, if possible."

The boy replaced his mask and silently dropped down into an alley below, then silently slunk along the streets, hidden in the shadows as he looked for his next adventure.


Well, there you go! My first RWBY chapter! Like I said before, I may not work on this as often as my other chapters due to internet access and (maybe) the amount of episodes themselves.

Lemme know what you think and I'll see you all next time! Peace!