One Bad Day After Another.
AN: Hello everyone! Sam here. This is my rewrite of All It Takes is One Bad Day. A lot more detail, a lot more content, and more fleshing out of the characters. All the technical stuff I usually put in these ANs will be in the next chapter.
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'Can high school get any more boring? Sheesh!' I'm walking from my last class of the day to my car, already exhausted and ready for food. 'At least I'm only here for half the day. How I made it through the first three years, I will never know.' Coming up on my car, I look in the driver side window to check how I look. 'Hair's still black and messy, that's not new. Getting a bit scruffy, I need to shave tomorrow. Grey outside and blue interior zipper hoodie, black shirt, navy blue jeans, white and black high tops with red accents, all good. Black eyes are black, and I'm still a bit fluffy! I'm five seven, and go to the gym every day, I shouldn't be fluffy damnit!'
Finishing my check and self-beratement, I open up my car and place my stuff inside before climbing in myself. The car itself looks like the future and Mad Max collaborated to make this monstrosity. I took an old 2005 Mustang GT body and placed it on a Jeep Wrangler drivetrain, making sure to line up the wheel wells correctly.
Next, I rebuilt the engine from the ground up, starting with a brand new V-10 engine. The block was originally intended to go into a Ford Viper, but a little elbow grease, cutting, and welding allowed me to place it into the engine compartment of the Mustang. With the new engine, I had to order a new transmission as well. Attaching the two pieces was easy, as well as assembling the engine to stock specifications. Once the racing quality crankshaft, pistons, timing chain and camshafts were in place, I went to work constructing a custom supercharger. The supercharger was essentially five air compressors fitted into a laser cut reinforced steel block. Attaching it to the engine was difficult, if only because it almost tripled the height of the engine. Topping the now completed engine with an air filter and intake cover, I bolted and welded the new engine onto the Wrangler drivetrain, then moved onto the suspension.
The difference between the original Jeep body and the Mustang body was very apparent in the suspension. I had to reconfigure the anchor points for the body, raising it almost six inches and cutting the front bumper off to make room for the engine. Unfortunately, I realized too late the torque from the engine would likely make the four-wheel-drive differential explode if I ever revved the engine, so I cut it out and extended the driveshaft. Now that I had to replace the front axle, I decided to set the front suspension like that of a Humvee, with each wheel having their own separate suspension. I replaced the shock absorbers for the front wheels and the back axle, added Humvee springs to the front wheels, attached leaf springs to the back wheels, then moved on to the body itself.
The body was a bit tricky. First, I bought a carbon fiber hood for the car, and cut out a hole for the massive super charger. After the hole was cut I layered on five sheets of Kevlar weave to the fiber, finishing it with a thin steel cover that curved over the exposed Kevlar near the engine. The carbon fiber and Kevlar were there to allow the hood to be bullet proof and still be light enough for me to lift it for maintenance. The metal cover was to protect the Kevlar, as it becomes brittle in extreme heat. With the hood taken care of, I built a roll cage into the car, doing my best to maintain the interior while strengthening the body. I managed to preserve the back seat, at the cost of ripping the plastic covers off the inner workings of the passenger compartment. I also managed to hide a pistol holster in the dashboard, large enough for the Desert Eagle I stashed there, as well as a Nova tactical shotgun I managed to hide in the center console, in a hidden compartment right next to the transmission. The roll cage finished, I finally added the armor to the car. I re-forged two Tons of steel, adding four inches of metal to the exterior of the vehicle. I also added bullet proof windshields to the front and back of the car, and replaced the windows with an inch of ballistic plastic. The car now weighed 4.5 Tons, but I evened it up to five when I cut out the trunk and replaced the tiny 15-gallon gas tank with a 150-gallon gas tank, opening a small hole in the armor above the trunk to place the new fuel cap, as I covered the old one with armor. I finish the body with a half-Ton battering ram, not unlike the full upgrade from Mad Max the game.
After I finished the body and engine work, I added a bit of flare to the car. I let the body rust a bit, and hid 400 12-guage shotgun shells of various types and 500 rounds of desert eagle ammo under the back seat. I also hid all 32 of my ten terabyte hard drives, containing everything from the history of Earth, to almost the entire internet, to every work of fiction and nonfiction I could get my hands on, a med kit, and a couple twenty ounce jars of moonshine. The whole project was for my dad's E-3 costume, when Mad Max the game came out, but he let me keep it as my first car.
I turned the car on, hearing thunder roll over the parking lot. 'Damn, I really hope it doesn't pour on the way home. Last thing I need on a Friday, people getting into accidents on the highway.' Looking out at the sky above my intended route, I see a large, grey-black mass hovering above the highway, the rain visible for miles. '…I just had to think it.' "Since nothing is going my way today, might as well say it! What else could go wrong!" With those words, I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way to the highway.
I make it onto the onramp when I notice the highway was empty. 'That's odd… there's always some tra- '*BOOOM!* "THE FUCK?!" Lighting had struck the highway behind me, causing the car to swerve from my shock and the proximity to ground zero. I look up, seeing nothing but heavy rain interrupted by bright multicolored flashes.
"…...Ah. Well, shit," I say as I gun the engine, hoping the speed will allow me to escape the worst of the storm. The lighting only increases in frequency and power, each strike landing closer and closer to the vehicle. Even as I desperately floor the gas, I know there's no way I'm living through this.
'Well Dad, at least you can use this as a lesson for Contessa. Baby sis, sorry I missed your first birthday. Mom, I'm sorry I ca- 'my internal monolog interrupted by the lightning as it finally strikes my car, the flash encompassing my vision.
'…you know, for being in a supposed fireball of gas, it's not that warm…. Am I not dead?' Opening my eyes, the first thing I see is a fast-approaching steel wall to a warehouse. "SHIT!"
I yank on the wheel, the spikes on the ram scraping the wall, ripping a five-foot-long hole into the warehouse before I slam on the brakes. As the car finally skids to a stop, all I can do is sit and think.
'What the hell?! How the hell am I not dead?! HOW THE FUCK DID I END UP HERE?! I'M ONLY SEVENTEEN! I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS SHIT! THE FU-' A tapping on the window interrupts my panic attack. Without thinking, I open the door and fall out of the car, my body still shaking from the adrenalin in my system. Before I can get my bearings, I'm kicked onto my back. The first thing my mind registers is the gun suddenly thrust in my face. My body reacts while I'm still in shock, my hand shooting up and grabbing the barrel, forcing it up while I kick my leg in the person's direction. I'm rewarded with a loud crack, followed by the guy's grip failing on the gun and a thud some distance away. Finally getting my head on straight, I sit up and look at the guy, who is now screaming on the ground in pain. Standing up, I notice the man on the ground has white robes over his black clothes, a half-mask with slits for eyes, a broken leg, and… FUCKING DOG EARS?!
"I knew furries were weird, but really?! Armed security?! What the hell, man?!" 'That uniform looks familiar...' Before I can get closer to the man, a door on the warehouse burst open. Men and women wearing the same uniform as the guy on the ground rush out of the building with guns and… swords?! Each of the people there had a unique animal characteristic, like ears, horns, or a tail. They look at Whitey (had to give him a name, it got annoying referring to the guy as, well, guy), before snapping their gazes to me.
"…uh, hi?" I say with a small wave of my hand, forgetting I still had Whitey's gun in it.
"He took out Jack! Get him!" The woman in front yells before charging at me, sword held high.
"Shit!" I yell as I jump back, firing into the crowd and accidently shutting the door to my car. One of them tackles me from the side, slamming me into my car. The disorientation makes it easy for two really buff guys to grab my arms, knocking the gun out of my hand and pinning me to the car.
'These guys need to let me go! I hurt the other guy out of reflex, I might lose it if they push me to hard! Gotta get free, now!' I put my thoughts to action, grabbing the overcoats of the men holding me and bringing my arms together as hard as I can. None of the people present expected the guys to fly into each other, cracking their heads together before falling to the ground, out cold.
Using the distraction, I quickly open the car door, hop in, and floor the gas. Rubber burns in a massive burnout cloud, the sound of the tires screeching the only thing I hear as the car pulls away, the momentum closing the still open door.
'The fuck was that?! Since when did… maybe just a weird as hell gang. Please be a weird gang. I can't handle anything else right now. Good news, I got out in one piece. Bad news, they probably want my head on a pike. One problem at a time. Figure out where the hell I am, call family, find a way home.' *Crash! * slowing down at the sound of glass shattering around the corner, I turn down that street, only to find a young girl in a red hood with- 'HOW THE HELL CAN SHE LIFT THAT AND WHERE CAN I FIND ONE?!'-a red sythe standing in front of several thugs and a ginger in a white suit holding a cane. I gun the engine, the roar catching everyone's attention. Before anyone can react, I slide into a drift with the battering ram catching Whitey 2's legs, the body of the car slamming into the thugs. They were sent flying, the closest one landing forty feet away from the car once it came to a stop. Whitey 2 is on the ground, nursing a gash on his leg while Little Red is standing there, blinking. Whitey 2 stands up, pointing his cane at Little Red when I come out of the car with the nova in my hands and buckshot ammo in my hoodie's pockets.
"That's far enough Grey. Don't move if you don't want Red here to eat Dust!" Whitey 2 emphasizes his point by pressing a button on his cane, causing a sight to pop up at the end of it.
"Okay! Okay, just don't shoot- "I say while pointing my gun at him Before being interrupted by Red impaling her sythe into the ground and cocking a bolt built into it, the staff portion pointing in the opposite direction of Whitey 2. "… is that sythe a gun?"
Red glances in my direction before glaring (read pouting adorably in anger) at Whitey 2, "Yup! Now don't move Torchwick!"
"Torchwick? Are you talking to me or Whitey 2?"
They stop their stare down and look at me. "Whitey… 2?" They say in unison before Torchwick takes something out of his pocket and throws it at Red.
"Look out!" I yell before shooting the crystal Torchwick threw.
It explodes in a fireball before quickly dissipating.
"Look!" She yells while pointing at Torchwick climbing a ladder up a nearby building.
"Stay here. I'll go after him!" I say before running to the ladder, climbing it significantly faster than he did. Torchwick is waiting on the other side of the roof by the time I make it there. I'm about to yell when Red uses her gun-sythe to hop to the roof?! 'This shit just gets weirder and weirder…'
"Hey!" She yells, holding her sythe at the ready. Torchwick is about to reach into his pocket again when I shout, "Try it and I'll blow your arm off! Hands where I can see them and drop the cane!"
His hand stops, but he makes no move to follow the rest of my commands. I walk forward with my shotgun pointed at him when a flying… VTOL comes out of no-where. A hatch opens on the side of the craft, but before he can move, I fire at one of the engines. The buck-shot tears into the metal like a hot knife through butter, but the engine still works, barely. I'm about to fire another round when Torchwick whacks me in the jaw with his cane. The hit knocks me over, but all of us stare at the cane itself, now snapped in half.
"What are you made of, kid?" he mutters to himself before boarding the… airship? Once aboard, he makes his way to the cockpit and switches places with someone. The person steps into the hold, the only parts of her visible are her legs and her dress. Said dress is now glowing and- 'SHIT!' I think, dodging the fireball the woman threw at me. "First armed furries, then everything is a gun, now FUCKING MAGIC?!" I look up in frustration, seeing the shattered moon for the first time since I arrived. "THE MOON TOO?! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT STORM SEND ME?!" I stand and unload the remaining six shells from my Nova into the ship with a wordless roar, opening holes all over it and one of the balls of buckshot found a nice home in the pyromancers kneecap. She fell to the floor of the craft before her dress lit up again. She launched a fireball the size of a car at Red while screaming for Roman to, "Get us out of here!"
When I saw the flames gather in her hands, I ran towards Red, planning on body checking her out of the way. I knew I would never make it in time so I settled for taking the hit for her. I caught her in my arms and forced us around so we were facing away from the impending fire. Just as the heat became painful, I caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of my eye. Realizing my back wasn't cooked, I let Red go and turned around, gazing upon a pale skinned blond woman with glasses. She had green eyes, and was wearing a white blouse with black pants. She also had a black cape with bronze colored studs on it, and a tiara emblem of the same color positioned between her shoulders. In her hand was a-
"Really? Of all things to save us, you use a fricken riding crop? I'm so done with this shit." 'Fuckin' dominatrix, fuckin' kids with guns, fucking magic shit!'
I start walking back to the ladder, throwing my hands in the air while the two of them watch me. "Nice meeting you Red, thanks for the save your highness. Bye!" I start sliding down the ladder, only to stop suddenly. I'm surrounded by a purple glow and lifted until my feet are on the roof again.
"And where do you think you're going? The two of you are coming with me." She calmly states.
"One, I'm going back to my car, you know, the one down there?" I say, pointing down at the running vehicle in question. She looks at my car, then back at me. "And two, I know you just saved us, but kidnapping is a little much." I deadpan. 'Honesty, just leave me alone. I just want to go home!'
"Kidnapping? She's a Huntress!" Red exclaims before zipping in front of the now identified Huntress. "Can I have your autograph?" She asks her with stars in her eyes.
"A what?" I ask. 'Huntress? You know what, no.' "Never-mind. I'll go with you on three conditions."
She glares at me. "And these conditions are?"
"One, you tell me your name. I don't think you'd appreciate being called a dominatrix, even if it is just my thoughts."
They stare at me in confusion, until Red asks, "What's a dom-in-a-trix?"
My eyes go wide. "That is not something you need to know kid!" I yell with a blush, "Now, your names?"
The woman raises an eyebrow at my outburst. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch."
"I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose." Re- no Ruby tells me. 'Wait, Ruby Rose?! I'm in RWBY?!'
"What's your name?" She asks, slightly tilting her head and collapsing her sythe.
"I'm formally known as Derrick Bastone (bas-ton)." I tell her.
Goodwitch cut into the conversation, "And what are your other conditions, Mr. Bastone?"
"Some dinner and a bed, Glynda. Right now, the only things I own are that car, its contents, and everything on my person." 'I have to keep this under wraps. Oh man, Cinder must be pissed!'
"I can provide that. Please follow me." She says as she makes her way to the ground. I follow behind, sliding down the ladder again, only my foot got caught on a rung, forcing me off seventeen feet from the ground. I land on my back, cratering the ground a little. The two run to me, stopping short when they see the crater I left. I point to it, "Yeah, I don't know either. Let's just go."
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I'm sitting in an interrogation room, waiting for Goodwitch to come back. She took Ruby to a separate room and told me to wait here. That was half an hour ago. Just as I was thinking about getting up, Goodwitch and a man with silver hair wearing a suit of various shades of green, walk in. The man has a tray in his hands, a plate with steak, mashed potatoes and green beans, silverware and two coffee cups, one with an emblem printed on the side, rest upon it. He places the tray down in front of me as Goodwitch pulls out a tablet thing. 'Not even going to think about it. FOOD!' The man takes the cup with the emblem and sips it.
"Derrick Bastone."
I stop daydreaming. "Yes?"
"May I ask where you learned to do this?" He asks, pointing to the tablet. Said tablet is now showing a video of everything that happened after I ran over the thugs.
"I didn't learn it, sir. Most of that was reflexes and frustration getting the better of me."
"Really now?" He quirks an eyebrow. "That partially explains why we were unable to locate you in any combat school system. Care to explain why neither Ms. Goodwitch, or myself, can locate any record of you in the kingdom?"
I glance at the camera in the room. "I'm not exactly from around here. Hell, I don't think I'm from this world, to be honest."
"What do you mean?" Goodwitch asks. She crosses her arms and gives me a slight glare. "Do not play games with us, Mr. Bastone."
I give her a smug smile and start eating, speaking between bites. "Who's playing games? I just want to eat, then a bed to sleep in. I'm kinda stranded here. Being dead usually stops people from searching for you." I say like I just told her the weather.
Both of them are stunned for a moment. The man regains composure first and asks, "Being dead?"
"I am fairly confident I died on my old world and was somehow transferred here. The car I drove here was struck by lightning, which should have detonated the fuel in the tanks. There's enough gas in there to turn half a city block into a massive bonfire. But, instead of getting roasted, I ended up on the outskirts of this city. First thing I did was almost crash into a warehouse and from there, everything has just gotten weirder and weirder. I don't want to talk about my home, trying to suppress what happened so I can keep it together. At least until I go to sleep."
The hummed to himself, taking a sip of his coffee. "In that case, I am Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy." He held out his hand for a shake.
"Nice to meet you sir," I say as I shake his hand. "Am I correct in assuming you want me in your school, headmaster?"
"You would indeed, Mr. Bastone. What do you say?"
'Nothing to lose, everything to gain. Without this offer, I'm stuck on the streets.' "As long as there's room and board, I accept." I say with a small smile.
"Welcome to Beacon, Mr. Bastone."
'Well Remnant, looks like there's going to be a few changes around here.' I look at the two of them while eating the food. 'Time to get to work.'
AN2: The rewrite! I noticed a lot of inconsistencies with what I was writing. (Where did the drives come from, how the hell did I have 800 pistol rounds hidden in the car, too many shotgun shells for the space, where did the moonshine come from, etc.) Hopefully, I caught them all.
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