And to keep with the theme of continuing. Heres another incident.

Ch 9: Teens Night Out


" Come on, its this way." said Yang, as she leads the remainder of Team RWBY down the streets of Vale, "We're almost there!". The rest followed behind with varying looks of anticipation to disinterest. "Yang you've been saying that for a while now. Do you really know where it is?" sighed Weiss. "Of course I know where it is! I'm just showing you guys the sights of the city!"

"It has taken some time, even team Juniper decided to head back." said Blake. "Well, they don't know what they're missing." said Yang "Come on, We're nearly there." As they walked along the streets Ruby spotted that a building that had a small set of stairs that led to a door. "Hey, Yang do you know what that place is?" she pointed at the entrance.

Yang followed her finger and paled. "Don't worry about that Ruby it's just a..um...its a bar!" Weiss raised an eyebrow at that."What are you two talking about?" she questioned. "That place over there." Ruby pointed."Yang says its a bar." Weiss looked over and her eyes widened in shock. Blake looked over as well and blushed. "Is that the place Yang?" Ruby asked. "NO! I mean..no it's just a bit father." As they hurried along they saw a man with the intent enter the building and walked faster.


John Brown was in a bit of a slump today. He was just fired for failure to meet his pizza delivery quota, a stipulation to his contract he found ridiculous. He was content to just walk around town when he decided to toast to the end of his ridiculous reason for unemployment. So he walked to the nearest nightclub he could and found that the line just kept stretching on and on.

And now he was back to moping around the city streets looking for a place, really any place he could get a drink at now. That's when he fell down a stairwell and found himself staring up a door with the sign "M Club" He didn't know that places like that opened in one of the main city streets but he figured that a drink is a drink and that his future self could deal with any repercussions later.

And so his surprise when he entered and found a respectful bar counter and tables lining the walls was immense. He walked to the counter and kept looking around. The building was empty as far as he could tell, the tables were deserted and he even saw a small stage at the other end of the building presumably where a band could play on, with a set of stairs leading up to the next floor next to it. He looked around the counter and saw that there was a bell with a small note that said "Ring for Service" stuck next to it.

He was about to the ring bell when a well-dressed man wearing an open white blazer with a gray shirt underneath and a pair of gray slacks with black loafers. The man had blonde hair and light blue eyes that were behind a pair of gray glasses. "Ah the first customer, how can I help you?" he said as he strolled over to end of the bar that John sat at. "A drink, please. anything really." he replied.

John kept looking around the place, the walls had a wood paneling until halfway where they then were painted green the rest of the way. "Here you go." a small glass was set down in front of him filled with liquid. John drank it and instantly coughed. "Whats in this?" he asked. "Its the Anything you ordered." was the reply with a small gesture to a menu he didn't notice that sat to his side. He saw that at the very top of it was an item literally called "The Anything" which said that it was a mixture of two various drinks from a list of what was available in stock.

"So what seems to be the trouble?" the man asked "Usually people take the time to actually order and don't order that." John sighed he guess his disappointment over being fired was visible enough for a bartender to notice, so he decided to do what he saw in all the movies and gave his life story to him.

Over the course of some hours, he had told him that he'd been fired for a ridiculous claim and that now he had no job and had been kicked out of his apartment. And so with nowhere else to go, he decided to drink the problems away for the day and leave it for tomorrow. During this, John noticed that not once did someone enter the building and wondered if the sign really did dissuade people.

"Sounds like a rough time for something as weird as that." said the bartender as he got another refill for John "Why'd you even agree to something like that?" he asked. "Well, I thought that with Vale being such a big city that people would be ordering all over the place, but it turned out that the place I worked at that was a place of unreputable quality." John replied "But of course, I didn't find this out till I was hired." he sighed.

"Well if you're looking for work, I may have something for you." The bartender reached under the counter and brought out a sling backpack and set on the counter. "I need something delivered and unfortunately I cant mail it, the place it needs to go to doesn't really like mail address for whatever reason so I have to have someone deliver it themselves, you interested?"

John weighed his options. He was out of a job and he was pretty good at delivering things his addled mind though. "Sure I'll do it." John said reaching over to grab the bag. The bartender took the bag slightly out of reach from him. "Good, be careful with the bag, by the way, it's a bit fragile. Just take the package out of it and hand it to the front door person they'll take it from there."

John took the bag and slung it over his shoulder the bartender handing him a slip of paper with the address written on it. "And remember when you hand it over start walking away quickly, they aren't the friendliest bunch." The bartender said. John walked out of the bar and started on his way.


It took him awhile but when he started getting closer he saw fewer people on the streets until there was no else around. If he remembered correctly this was one of the outlying neighborhoods of Vale, right next to the city's wall. Of course, people couldn't tell that due to the so-called "wall" being essentially just a reinforced chain link fence to stop any grimm while the huntsman arrived. One of the bad parts about being so far from the city center he assumed.

What really bothered him though was the lack of people, then he noticed a familiar face standing in front of a door he'd been just days prior. "I didn't know we had ordered delivery again.". It was the door guy from when he delivered the pizzas to this place before, what a coincidence that it was where he had to go. "No pizzas this time, but am still delivering a package." John opened the bag that the bartender had given him and found a sealed folder, the top had a red stamp on the top with the word "Resignation".

"I was told to give this to you and you'd handle it." John handed the folder over to the doorman. He took it and looked it over. "Yeah, I know what to do with this." He sighed. "I'll take care of this from here." he said, "You can get out of here." The doorman walked inside, presumably to deliver the folder to who it needed to go. It was getting into the night properly now. The street lamps had lit up and only people who were crazy enough or had ill intentions were outside by now.

John was walking down the road slowly back to the bar, while he wanted to get out there was soon as possible, he knew by walking fast you'd get pulled into an alley just as quickly. It was unfortunate that the gangsters had blocked the road. He was about to turn around when one called out "Hey!, Where you think your going man?" John froze. Most people got away from muggings by giving up what you had on you at the time.

It was a draw of bad luck that he'd been fired the day before and left his wallet at the bar. The gangster spun him around, "I said, Where Are You Going?, You see me and my boys and you think you can just walk away? That's not how it works here man." The gangster pulled his coat aside, revealing what was clearly the grip of a pistol. "I think you better show some respect and pay up now, otherwise things are gonna get violent."

"I don't want any trouble, I'm just walking around." John replied. "Just walking around huh?" the gangster got his hand on the grip of the pistol and pulled it out, aiming at Johns' head. "Well I'm just walking around too, You think the police are gonna come here? We run these streets." The gangster looked back at his group. "Hey!, We got a guy who says he's just walking around and doesn't want to associate with us." The others started walking towards them, forming a half circle around John.

"You know what we do to people like you?, we leave them lying in a ditch around here, So I suggest you pay up now or else." The other four had begun to start nodding along with what he said. Then John saw it, a person crouching on the roof ledge near them. The person dropped down, showing no strain from dropping from a three-story building. That's when the gangsters heard them.

John thought back to his days in school when he learned about the grimm, how they'd been described as having red eyes and covered in black. The man, at least John was quite sure it was a man, had a black cloak around him with the hood of it drawn up. From underneath the hood, John saw a singular wisp of red that looked just like how the books depicted the eyes of grimm.

"And who the hell's this freak?" The lead gangster said, the rest of them turning to face the new figure. "If you don't want any trouble, you'd better get the hell outta here now.". With the gangster's attention focused on the new arrival, John decided to quietly step away before breaking out into a sprint. "Hey, where you going!" He heard behind him the tell-tale sign of gunfire and dived in front of a car that was parked along the street.

John heard the bullets impact around the car and then heard screams. He peeked around the car and saw that the hooded man had gotten what looked like a sword and had severed the legs off of one of the gangster before stabbing the man in the chest. The other three gangsters had fallen back, looks of uncertainty on their faces while the lead gangster was yelling at them. "Come on, Its just one guy and there's four of us, get him!"

The three gangsters rushed the man, the first one that made it to him didn't fare any better. The hooded man had wrenched its blade from the body and swung upwards cutting off his arm before spinning around and beheading him. The other two had surrounded him and charged. The man stabbed the closest one in the chest before letting go and grabbing the other in a headlock and pulled a knife from his thigh, stabbing him in the throat.

The man took his knife out and dropped the body of the gangster to the ground, and pulled his sword out of the still stumbling gangster and kicked him down. Then he fell to the ground, the pistol from the lead gangster smoking, evident that he had just shot. "You fucking bastard!, You think you can just waltz on our streets and get away with it?!" the gangster walked closer to the body of the man, firing round after round into the body before the gun clicked empty.

The gangster threw the gun away,"Damn, now I gotta get completely new guys." The gangster turned back to the car that John had hidden behind. "Now you better pay up. Ain't no one gonna save you." The gangster strolled over to John preparing to beat him up when a blade had appeared sticking out of the chest of the gangster. "Wh-What?" The gangster fell to the floor, John looked and saw the hooded man standing again, Wisps of smoke were coming out of the places that were hit, the bullet holes being see through.

John decided he had enough for the day. He turned around and ran as fast as he could, That thing was just like out of the textbooks from school that told exactly what a grimm was. He didn't stop running till he got back to the bar, the bartender seemed to be waiting for him just lounging at the counter, the rest of the place empty. "Oh hey, your back." was all the bartender could manage before John launched into yelling. "There's a grimm thing in the city! Its just killed five people and it looked just like one an-and had swords and knives and shit and just took a bunch of pistol rounds to face and it didn't die!"

"Woah Woah Woah Woah." The bartender raised his hands in a placating manner "Woah. Calm down, you said there's a grimm in Vale and its killing people?". "Yes! it just killed five people in front of me!" The bartender raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You have been drinking a lot, maybe it was just a trick of the eye?". "I saw it! It looked just like a grimm!" The bartender took a glass and filled it, sliding it over to John. "Just calm down. Think about it. There's no way a Grimms in the city because of the walls and huntsman right?"

"Yes but-". "And if there was, wouldn't the police and the Huntsman take care of it? We have Beacon just a few miles from here after all." John sighed. "Ye-yeah I guess your right." The bartender shrugged. "Anyway about the package I asked you to deliver?" John took a sip of his drink before answering. "They got it, I don't get what you mean by them being unfriendly though." The bartender sighed."Trust me, a couple of them are real assholes. People you really wouldn't like."

"Anyways, here." The bartender slid an envelope to him. "Pay for the delivery." John opened it and found more lien inside than he made in a week at his old job. "Along with that, there's an offer." John perked up and looked at the bartender. "Unfortunately I'm the only one here so if you want a new job, I wouldn't be inclined to turn you down. You seem like a reliable sorta guy." The bartender looked like he was in thought. "A lot more reliable than some of the people I've worked with before."

"Hell, I can even throw in a room upstairs for you.". It was a pretty good deal John thought, he didn't have a place to stay at or a job and it wouldn't be as bad since he didn't have a ridiculous condition he had to meet. "I'll take you up on that offer." "Great!" said the bartender reaching his hand out. John grabbed it and shook his hand."You'll start tomorrow, I'd go and get some sleep to shake off the drinks though."

John was about to go up the stairs that when realized he never got his new employers name, and he forgot to ask about the name of the bar. "By the way, whats your name, and whys the bar called M Club?" John asked. "The names Rich, everyone calls me just that." the bartender replied. "And would do you mean M Club, the sign says Club M doesn't it?"

"No..It doesn't." John replied, "I actually thought this place was something completely different when I walked in.". "What did you think it was?" Rich asked. "Well..something that would fit more into the red-light district than here." Rich had a puzzled look on his face. John was sure a minute had passed before Rich had suddenly paled. "That explains a lot actually."

Unfortunately for John, he had to spend the night consoling his new boss who cursed the sign makers for quote "fucking up my sign." and claiming he just wanted a place for everyone from "Nevada" to hang out at. Whatever that was.


The Sheriff was having a good day, typically he could say they were pretty bad. The warehouse he managed needed to be cleared out soon for some arrivals and he had high hopes for his new partnership. Then he got the resignation letter that stated Rich had quit for good and that he didn't want to be a part of his company anymore. This made the day a bit worse but nothing he couldn't manage.

It's not like he didn't have new employees that could do a competent job, just that they were in short supply. He filed it away under the now ever-increasing file cabinets that held all of the resignation letters he was receiving. That didn't worry him, he breathed in and out. "Everything will be even better in just a couple of weeks." he thought.

Then he got reports of a "Smoke Monster" that was roaming about the Vale outskirts. And he began to end his day on a very bad note. "I'll have to make some calls now." he thought.


Well, who would have thought that the last chapter was the big roadblock? And now as promised we can get into the good stuff and what better way to do that than with a little bit of plot development. As always leave a review if you have comments or concerns and see you next time.