Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. I only own the story, my OCs, and the phone I am writing this on.
AN: This is a story that I've been really wanting to write ever since I watched RWBY and had a crazy dream about it. Just so you know, this story will be updated at random so never try to pinpoint a pattern of updates for this fic. Also I am doing something I have never done before. I am writing in First Person Past Tense. These are two things I have rarely used, especially not at the same time. Well I know you guys are not here just to read me ramble on and on, so here is the beginning of Grimm Invasion. (Hits update button.) Enjoy.
Every day when I wake up I look out my window. I see a world devastated by monsters. I see people struggling to get by. I see people die every day. I see hunger and pain.
But it wasn't always this way. There was a time before the Grimm invaded our world. There was a time when all people cared about was who was popular and how they were going to waste time that day. I am from that era. I was friends with many of those people.
This a story about friendship, family, and love. This is a story about violence, death, and survival. This is the story of the Grimm Invasion. This is my story.
It started with strange sightings on different continents. In North America people had said that some giant, black hogs with red eyes had been messing up their yards. In South America there were tales of black werewolf like creatures. In Europe tales of giant, black bears with spikes on their backs had sprung up. In Asia giant, black and white, two headed snakes had destroyed some villages. The same in Africa except it was giant, black elephants. Most people believed it to be hoaxes or people imaging stuff. I did too... until they started dropping into my back yard.
It had been a normal day. I had went to school, practiced football, and done my chores. I was ready to just be lazy and play with my two dogs, Buck and Jake.
My dogs were both Mountain Curs, squirrel dogs, but they looked totally different. Jake, the older one, stood about three foot tall. He had a black coat speckled with orange. On his chest he had a strange four-pointed star on his chest. His paws were white. He had a short, cut tail and floppy ears.
Buck, on the other hand, stood about two foot tall due to him being a puppy. He was brown with white his stomach. His paws were white and looked like socks. He also had a short, cut tail and floppy ears.
My backyard was full of stuff. A kennel for Buck, a trampoline, and a box stand that we had converted into a clubhouse. There was a fig tree by the clubhouse and a maple by the trampoline. The yard was littered with pieces of things that the dogs had chewed up.
After a little while of playing fetch and running around the yard the dogs began to whimper. "What's wrong, boy?" I asked the dogs. Then I heard barking all across the neighborhood. Now it has been said that dogs could tell when something bad is about to happen. It's true. They really can.
I looked around, wondering what the heck was going on. Suddenly Buck started running around the yard, barking. Jake bared his teeth and started growling. I was starting to get alarmed and began to slowly inch toward the door.
A purple portal opened up above Buck. It was as if the fabric of reality had torn open and twisted. A giant werewolf like creature jumped out of the portal and crushed Buck. It looked at it's foot and shook it, trying to get the blood off. I just stood there, stunned. Jake, though, leapt into action. He jumped toward the monster, mouth open. The beast just flicked my dog away with his arm. Jake soared through the air and slammed into a tree.
The shock of seeing my dog slammed around brought me to my senses. I shook my head and fumbled with the door handle. The creature hears that and turns it's attention to me. It growls and charges toward me using it's arms to propel itself faster.
If I was scared before, now I was terrified. I screamed and jerked the door open. I ran inside the house, dodging toys strewn across the floor. I ran to a shelf with guns inside, our gun closet. I rummaged around for a gun that my family always kept loaded, an old, double barrel elephant gun. I grabbed it and pulled it out. Right about that time the werewolf creature crashed through the door. He saw me and lept toward my throat. I acted on instinct. I shoved the powerful gun down the monster's throat and pulled the trigger.
The beast's backside blew out, covering the room in blood. I took a few breaths to calm myself and looked at the monster. I finally looked at what it really was. It had red eyes and black fur. It had a bone mask with red markings on it's face. It had white claws and toes. I was beginning to fight out what the thing was when it just dissolved into thin air. That sealed the deal. It was a Creature of Grimm from the show RWBY. A Beowolf, if I was correct.
I heard a scream and a growl come from the front yard. I threw open the front door and rushed out. Outside I saw a horrific sight. A Beowolf standing over my mother, her blood on it's face and her throat in it's mouth. It looked at me and slurped up her jugular.
I roared in anger and ran toward the Grimm. It snarled and charged at me. I swung the butt of the gun and hit the Beowolf in the gut. It doubled over and I hit it in the back of the head. It fell over. I put the gun to the Beowolf's head and blew it off.
Then I walked to my mom. I looked to see that her brown hair was disheveled and her face was in the middle of a scream. I began to cry. Who gave those monsters the right to kill my mother? It just wasn't fair. I closed her eyes as I wept.
For a few minutes I dug a hole in the backyard to bury her. As I put my mom in the ground I heard a whimpering. I looked to see that Jake had survived and was going strong. "Well boy." I said. "We might as well see if we can save some other people."
As I looked at my mom, six foot under, a coldness covered my heart. I lost all feelings that day. I never knew if I could love again.
I walked back into my house and packed up on some weapons. A shotgun, an AR 15, a rifle, and a katana was what I grabbed. I made sure to stock up on bullets for all the guns.
I walked out the house and opened up the passenger side door of the green, four wheel drive truck that my family used. Jake jumped in and I closed the door. I walked over to the other side and clambered in. I petted Jake. "Let's go kill us some Grimm." I said as I drove off. Not having any idea how bad it was inside the city.
AN: Well that's the end of the first chapter. So what did you think? All I've got to say is that I have a lot of ideas churning in this head of mine and I'm ready to go. Also, if you would like to have an OC show up in this story just tell me. Don't forget to review and tell me any errors that might be in the story. So until next time, GameboyNinjaUltimate Icarus, out. Bye. (Waves.)