Hey, guys! This was an idea that has been rolling around in my head for about a week or so, since I started watching RWBY. So, I guess, sit back and enjoy! It won't follow the story exactly, but there will be some elements from it in here. I don't own RWBY or the characters, just the idea and my OCs. Hope you guys enjoy!
P.S. I decide to rewrite the first part, seeing as I had a much better idea for Eric's weapons, so...hope you guys enjoy!
The young man sprinted, his breath coming out in short pants. In his hand, he could feel the sweat on his younger sister's palm, her blonde hair flying behind her as she struggled to keep up. He sped up as he heard the howls behind them, but stopped as he heard a cry of pain from his sister, who had tripped and fallen. Racing back, he picked her up, recognizing the fear in her eyes. "Yang," he said, picking her up and placing her behind him, looking for the telltale burning red eyes of their pursuers. "Run for the house. Don't look back. I'll be there in a few." "But brother-" He silenced her with a look. "Go. You've got to protect Ruby, alright? I'll be okay." He felt Yang's arms around his waist in a brief hug, and with satisfaction he heard her take off through the trees towards their uncle's house. He breathed out a sigh of relief. One less thing that he'd have to worry about.
A low growl caused him to focus, as the pack of Beowolves broke through the trees, stopping and eyeing him warily. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his katana from its sheathe on his back, his left hand drawing the foot-long knife from the holster on his right hip. As he stared down the six creatures of Grimm in front of him, his mind emptied and focused, and he settled into a crouch, watching for an attack. It happened quickly, two of the monsters darting towards him, one slightly ahead of the other. As soon as the lead wolf got within striking distance, he lashed out, burying the katana in his right hand in the beast's chest and tossing it at the other before leaping in the air, somersaulting over the top of it and spinning as he landed, slashing the other beowolf across the flank and causing it to yelp and try to leap out of the way. Staying on the offensive, he followed it and buried his knife into its neck, slicing clean through the carotid artery. The beast gave a yelp before collapsing. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he leaped in the air, back flipping over a lunge from a third wolf and putting his back to the city of Vale and his uncle's house, facing the remaining four of the Grimm. This time, instead of waiting, he initiated the attack, charging towards the lead beast, which stood its ground and slashed at him. He dodged and drove his katana into its heart, killing it. Withdrawing the blade, he flipped over two of them, slashing along their backs and drawing howls of pain from them. Unfortunately, he overestimated the distance of his jump, and landed too close to the fourth beast, which promptly slashed its claws down his chest, from his right shoulder to his left hip. He gritted his teeth and swung his knife at the beast's leg, removing it at the elbow joint before taking it down with a backhanded slash across its windpipe. He turned and braced his katana across his body, blocking a lunge from one of the two remaining beasts. He dispatched it much the same as the last one, before racing to catch the final beast, which had begun prowling in the direction of his uncle's house. As he ran, he flicked his wrists, causing the weapons in his hands to convert into gun form, the katana in his right hand folding down into a short barreled shotgun, and the pistol converting into a high-caliber pistol. As he caught up, he took aim, firing off several shots from the pistol to draw the Grimm's attention. As the beast turned, he somersaulted over it's attack, a rather clumsy slash at his legs. Holstering the pistol, he instead relied on the shotgun. As the beast charged toward him, he fired first at its front leg, causing it to yelp in pain and glare at him in pain, and then, when it resumed its charge, he fired at its head, taking it clean off and ending the threat.
The young man let out a breath and groaned as the adrenaline faded, stumbling and bracing himself against a tree as pain flared along the three claw marks along his chest. He collapsed in a seated position against the oak tree as footsteps sounded from his right. A gray-haired man strode through the trees, eyeing him with curiosity. "Young man, are you injured?" The man asked. The young man, not feeling up for verbalizing with a stranger, nodded. The newcomer nodded, walking over to him. "Well, come then. There's a house of an old friend of mine nearby. You can rest and recover there, then I would like to have a chat with you." The young man merely nodded, grimacing as he stood and walked slowly after the stranger. "What's your name, pray tell?" The stranger asked, glancing at the young man, who couldn't be older than fifteen. "Erik." The young man replied, pressing an arm to his chest in an attempt to stem the blood flowing from it. "Erik Wolfe."
The young woman smirked as she flipped and cartwheeled along the rooftops of Vale, her long raven hair streaming behind her and her golden eyes flashing in the glare from the streetlamps. She let out a breathless laugh as she leapt a particularly large gap between two buildings, rolling to lessen the impact from landing and brushing herself off. As she made to take off again, she froze as she heard voices down in the street below. "Make sure that no one is watching, alright? Torchwick will kill us if we get caught." "Just get to work. There's no one around and if you do it quick, it'll stay that way." There was a multitude of murmured replies. The young woman crept to the edge of the roof, peering over the edge. There was a group of seven men down on the street, trying to break into the building whose roof she was on, which looked like a dust shop. Her eyes narrowed as she took a step back, as the men began to file into the shop, two of them carrying heavy cases.
She took another look over the edge, and noticed that two men had stayed outside of the shop, most likely as lookouts. Fortunately, they hadn't looked up, although they would have a hard time picking her out, as she had a black long sleeved shirt and black tights. Making a split-second decision, she leapt off of the roof, somersaulting and planting one of her high-heeled combat boots on one of the lookouts' shoulders, taking him down. He collapsed, and she punched him across the head, effectively knocking him out. His partner stumbled backwards, struggling to draw the pistol that was in a holster on his hip. She dashed after him, catching him square across the jaw with a left hook that knocked him to the ground, unconscious. The men inside however, had heard the commotion, and all five of them filed back outside, staring wide-eyed at their two comrades lying unconscious on the street, before their eyes flicked to her. She let out a disgusted snort as their eyes darkened with lust, seeing as the clothing she wore did little to hide her curves. "Hey, girly." Their leader stepped up, not bothering to hide the leer on his face. "You lost? Or just looking for a good time? I'm sure we could oblige." The men behind him chuckled darkly, steeping forward and drawing sidearms out of holsters and jackets. She snorted. "Yeah, right. I wouldn't let gutter slime like you touch me with a ten foot pole." She drew her twin blades from their sheaths on her back, twirling them and transforming them into the bow that she was much more comfortable with. Drawing and firing, she sent the men scrambling in different directions as three arrows struck the ground where they were just standing. Three of them rushed her, trying to take away the distance that wielding a bow required. Groaning, she twisted the bow in between her fingers, catching the blades in both hands. Then, the first man was on her, slashing at her with a wicked looking knife. She blocked it with the cross guard of her sword, rotating and planting a high kick in his abdomen, knocking all of the air out of his lungs and sending him crashing to the asphalt, wheezing in pain. Her next assailant hesitated, glancing at his fallen comrade, and that was the opening she needed. She flipped over the fallen guy, landing a two footed kick to the guy's stomach, who keeled over backwards, unconscious. She darted towards the last of the three, who backpedaled quickly, trying to get a shot off. The young woman grunted as the pistol went off, the bullet lodging in her side. She caught the attacker with a pommel slam to the cheek, knocking him unconscious. The remaining two at that point had fled down the street, leaving the two cases that she presumed were for dust behind.
The girl slumped against the wall, the only sound being the chirping of the crickets and the wheezing of the man who was still trying to get his breath back. She walked over to him and kicked him across the jaw, knocking him unconscious until the authorities could get there. Suddenly, she heard footsteps from the alley behind her. Spinning around quickly, she groaned as pain from the bullet wound tore through her side. As she slumped down on the street she noticed the footsteps belonging to a blonde woman in a purple and black cape. The woman hurried over to her. "Are you alright, child?" She asked, bending down and helping the girl to sit up. "Just what did you think you were doing, taking on those men by yourself?" The woman's voice was stern, but the girl merely smiled tiredly. "Teaching them a lesson. It's not polite to steal." The girl said. The woman sighed, hiding a chuckle at the girl's words. "Well, then, come on. Let's get you off of the street. What's your name?" The girl looked at her curiously before responding. "Cinder, My name is Cinder Fall."
There ya go! Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you guys think!
May the sun be at your back and the wind fill your wings!
-StormDragonSlayer