A/N: This is the a unconventional blending of two worlds, but why else do crossovers exist? I know this is probably an idea that should probably never exist or be published, but here it is. This will be a story outside canon for both of the respective franchises. It will take place sometime before Volume 3 in the RWBY verse, and immediately after The Last Enemy That Shall be Destroyed in Red Dead Redemption. Italics will be thoughts.
Beecher's Hope, New Austin, Earth
A man stands behind the double doors of a barn. The man is about 37-38 years old and stands about 5' 10". He has long scraggly black hair that reaches down to his mid-neck. His facial hair consisted of a short beard and a mustache that connected. His face had several scars including two that went down his right cheek and one that went across the bridge of his nose.
His clothing consisted of a red cloth tied around his neck and a black sleeveless vest with a tan button up shirt underneath. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow and his hands were covered with black leather gloves on both of his hands. He had on dark pants that had black strips lined down them. The bottom of the pants were muddy along with his spurred cowboy boots. He finished the outfit with a black cowboy hat The had a single feather on its front right side.
He had a revolver holstered on the right side of his slightly sideways holster belt. On his left side he had a large knife, a lasso, a tomahawk and a satchel strapped. The satchel stored fire bottles, TNT and a couple throwing knives to boot. On his back he had a Henry Repeater. All across his belt and bandolier he had ammo stored for his two weapons with him at the moment.
This man is a legend across the west, this man is John Marston. The former outlaw that tried to run from his past and start a new life with his family. He thought that he would be given a chance at true redemption, but that was the life for a storybook that his son would probably read. Life didn't work that way. John was about to fully come to terms that you can't run from your past. That nothing is truly forgotten.
John stood there with one of hands on each of the barn doors. He took a deep breath before pushing them open to stand outside.
He stepped out to about 20 U.S. marshals along and Edgar Ross. They all had their guns trained on John as he stepped out of the barn and in front of them. He did a quick survey of them before making his move.
John pulled his revolver from his hip and pulled the trigger sending one bullet from the chamber into one of the marshal's head. He quickly lined up a second shot and pulled the trigger again leaving another marshal with a bullet in his head and blood blowing from the bullet's point of entry.
John went to align his next shot before bullets started flying from the other side. At least 15 bullets impaled John from his legs up to his neck. Blood exploding from his whole body and the bullets made their impact. Blood dripping from his mouth and all the many bullet holes The went from his neck on down.
John threw his gun down and began gasping for air. John could feel his consciousness start to slip. Coughing up blood he dropped down to his knees and took one last look at the men who stood before him. These men were not who occupied his final thoughts though. No, his final thoughts were of his wife and son. The only people that truly loved him in this world. He knew that his death meant one very important thing, that his family would now be safe.
With his final thoughts John fell onto his back as he lost all consciousness. A mangled corpse and a pool of blood was all that was left in this world of John Marston.
John's eyes slowly lifted his eyes open. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and looked up from the ground and found there was nothing. Just a blinding white all around him and underneath his feet. Well I know I ain't going to heaven, and this sure as hell ain't hell. So where in God's name am I?
He got off his back and did another quick survey before calling out, "Jack! Abigail! Hell even Uncle you old fool! Is there anybody here!" He waited a couple moments for a response and then he heard it.
"They are not here. They are still in the world you were killed in." The voice was clearly feminine, but it was not a voice John recognized. There was no figure to even recognize, just the voice.
"And who might you be? And where the hell am I?"
"Those are questions that cannot be answered right now."
John looked around still trying to locate a figure when he responded, "And why the hell not!"
"I have limited time to talk to you John Marston. I must tell you what is about to happen so you understand what I am going to do and where you will be."
"Explain what exactly? If you're here to judge me I can already tell you I am probably going to hell. And how do you know my name?"
"No I am not here to judge you, instead I come to you with a second chance at life." John scoffed when the voice said this. "To answer your second question I know all about you life John. I have watched you grow and change into a good man. I see a man that didn't get a chance to live out this change."
"And how are going to do that? Give me a second chance at life I mean." John asked with a tone that clearly showed he didn't believe a word of it.
"Well John Marston, I am going to give you a chance to relive you life from a young man and on."
"Wait, what if don't want to relive my life, I am happy with my other life. I had a wife and son. Why can't you send me back to that time?"
"It won't matter Marston because you are not restarting in that world."
John's eyes widened with confusion, "Wait, c...come again?"
"I am sending you to a new world that will be in need of your assistance. There you will have a chance to fully redeem yourself."
John looked around again for someone he could look at. Again he was met with nothing but white. "What if I said I didn't want this. I just want to be with my wife and son."
"You are dead in that world John, there is no going back. I am not giving you a choice in the matter John. This world will be your new home weather you like it or not. I know you aren't thrilled, but trust me when I say that you will form great new bonds with new people." Suddenly a blinding flash happened for a second before everything was white once again. "My time is drawing to a close John, I must also tell you that this world will have a lot of strange new technologies, culture, and dress to you."
John scoffed again, "Couldn't be any stranger than what my world has become."
"I will let you see that for yourself. Now I must send you to this ne-"
"Wait! I got two questions for ya before ya go."
"Quickly then!" The voice said with great urgency."
"Okay, I still don't believe any of this bullshit, but just in case you are telling the truth, first how old am I gonna be when you say young man? And two what is the name of this world?"
"You will be 17 the age you started your fall on earth. You will get a chance to start from that point on a different world called Remnant." The voice answered with clear urgency in her voice, "My time has come to a close. I must now move you to that world."
With a thunderous clap and a blinding flash of light John Marston was gone from wherever the hell that was.
Beacon Academy, Remnant
It was a pretty standard Friday afternoon for Team RWBY. The team had just finished their last class of the day and were now back in their dorm room. Each member of the team was doing their own thing.
17 year old Weiss Schnee is sitting at the desk studying the latest assignment for Professor Port's class. She has pale skin with light-blue eyes with a scar down her left eye. She has white hair that is tied into a ponytail that that is off center onto the right side. She wears a pale blue bolero jacket over a similarly colored thigh-length dress, or combat skirt as she insists on calling it, with a piece of black lace making up the neckline of the dress. On the back of her bolero she has the Schnee crest. For jewelry wears an apple-shaped necklace along with a pair of thin, rectangular earrings.
Next to her was their 15 year old team leader Ruby Rose. She as well was studying, or rather forced to study with the Schnee heiress. Her sliver-eyes scanned the pages as she blew her black and red hair absentmindedly. Her complexion was pale, but not as pale as the girl beside her. She was dressed in a black blouse, a black waist cincher with red lacing and a skirt with red trimmings, completed by a red, hooded cloak.
Her half sister Yang Xiao Long was laying on her bunk doing who knows what on her scroll. He long blonde hair spilled out on her bed as her lilac eyes scanned her scroll. Around her neck is a orange infinity scarf. Her clothes are a tan vest with gold piping over a yellow low-cut crop top with a black crest that resembles a burning heart. The vest has puffy cap sleeves with black cuffs. She wears black shorts with a brown belt, which resembles a pleated skirt in the back. Over the short shorts but under the belt is a white asymmetrical back skirt. Her feet were covered by brown leather knee-high platform boots.
On the bunk below her was her cat faunus partner Blake Belladonna. Her amber eyes was reading another one of her literary 'arts'. She had long black hair that reached down to about her mid back. Blake was wearing a black buttoned vest with coattails, and a white sleeveless undershirt that exposes part of her midriff with white shorts. She wore black stockings that went all the way up her leg and finished at the bottom with black low-heeled boots. On the top of her head was a black bow that covered up her two cat ears.
They all sat in relative silence except for the occasional scolding from the heiress to her leader on the importance of studying. The day was a beautiful sunny day with few clouds in the air. As they sat there suddenly a blinding flash happened over Emerald Forest as lightning struck the ground. A lound thunderous clap came immediately after earning a startled shriek came from their team leader.
Team RWBY all immediately rushed to the window to see that nothing was different from a few minutes ago. The sun was shining and there was zero signs of anything.
Yang was the first to speak up as she asked, "Um... You all saw that right."
"Yes," her black haired partner responded.
"Ok good, I'm not crazy. But just what was that?"
Ruby bounced up, "Oh maybe it is something cool! Like aliens with super cool weapons, or or maybe some type of god!"
Weiss groaned out of frustration, "Must you be so childish. I am sure there is a logical explanation for it."
"Well maybe we should go investigate?" suggested Ruby.
"I don't think we should go wandering off into Emerald Forest without our teachers approval." Weiss said.
Blake joined in the discussion, "I agree with Weiss. Maybe that wouldn't be the best idea."
Yang suddenly appeared by Ruby's side and gave a bone crushing one armed hug, "Well I agree with my little sis. It beats laying here all afternoon."
Weiss opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off when her red hooded leader's scroll went off. Ruby pulled out her scroll to see a message to meet in Ozpin's office as soon as possible.
She turned her scroll to her team for them to read, "Looks like we might get to investigate after all! Let's go Team RWBY!" She cheered as she zipped out in the hall leaving a trail of rose petals behind.
Yang left after he sister with enthusiasm, Blake followed suit with indifference, and Weiss sighed before following after her leader.
A/N: That is it. Still probably not my best crossover idea, but oh well. Some of you may be wondering why I used John instead of Jack when Jack is already around the age of Beacon students. Well I chose John because he is just simply the better character. His sarcasm, his reasoning, and his past all make for a better character.
Another thing I want to address is pairing John with someone. I feel one way about this, but I am going to let the readers decide. On one hand you have John's faithfulness to Abigail, but on the other hand you have him as once again a young man who is no longer married technically. It really comes down to if you think he could get over Abigail or not. I will have a poll up on my page and let whatever readers I have decide.