So sorry I took another few days writing this I got the flu and work in the shop piled up. If you're wondering what I mean by that. I'm a motorcycle mechanic while I'm going to school. And seeing as how spring has come 'round everyone wants their motorcycles fixed which is good and bad for me. Good in the sense that I get that extra money that I need, but bad because I don't have nearly as much free time. But thank God that summer is almost here and you all know what that means. WAY more free time to do things like work on peoples bikes, hang out with my friend who I rarely see because he lives a few thousand miles away, and of course, more time to write. Anyway I may as well get on with the story and keep this short.

Also it should be said that I do not own the series of RWBY, I only own my OCs.


Chapter 7

Battle Cry Pt. 1

I wake up again, this time for real. I get up and walk out to the same door in the dream, open it and peek out. Not a soul on the roof. I don't know why I even got up to check. It was dumb of me. I start to walk back to the room, when I hear a door open behind me, out steps Blake, she just waves and steps back into her team's room.

"Well that was odd," I think to myself as I enter my room.

When I walk in, I see Em sitting up in her bed, she looked shaken and scared.

"What's wrong," I ask her in a whisper, "Nightmare?"

She nods her head in response to the inquiry.

"You gonna be okay," I ask her.

She shrugs her shoulders.

I go over to the mini fridge I bought for the room, grab her a bottle of water and give it to her. She takes a few sips, and hands it to me. I set it on the table and walk back over to her bed.

"From the looks of it, it was a pretty bad one wasn't it," I ask.

"Yeah," she responds, shakily and tired.

"You want to talk about it," I ask sitting on the footboard of the bed.

"Maybe in the morning," she says, slinking back under her blanket.

"Alright see you in the morning," I tell her getting into my own bed.

I fall back to sleep and don't have another dream during the course of the rest of the night.

I wake up in the morning, sitting up I notice that my neck is stiff and difficult to move, so I roll my head, my vertebrae crunching loudly as they pop back into place. I also rotate my torso to crack my back.

"Dude that's nasty," Rochelle says, looking up from the desk where her weapon, Spitfire, is disassembled.

"Yeah I know, but it feels good," I say cracking my shoulders.

She shudders and goes back to cleaning her weapon, I stand up and get clean clothes out of my dresser, grab a towel and go into the bathroom, turn on the water and take a shower.

I get out of the shower and dry myself and put on my jeans, and walk out of the bathroom. I toss the towel into the laundry basket next to my bed and walk over to the my dresser and pull out a clean shirt, putting it on, grabbing my books and exiting the dorm.

"Zach, where are you going," I hear Emily ask from behind me.

"I'm headed to my workshop before the finals of the tournament start, I've got an idea for a new weapon to add to my collection," I tell her before continuing down the hall.

"Alright, I'll see you in a little bit," she half shouts as she turns and starts jogging toward RWBY's dorm.

I make it to my workshop which is actually just the garage, I just built a small room in the back so I could have a workshop to work on projects. I grab a piece of paper and draw out the design of the new weapon, it's basically the same as the rifle in my dream, but it's also a sword, the stock is the handle and handguard and the blade locks inside to hold the stock in place. I know it's weird but it'll be a nice addition to my collection. Within a few hours of working I have completed the lower and stock/sword.

"I'll just have to finish it later," I say to myself setting the lower half of the rifle down.

I exit the workshop turning off the light and locking the door. Walking to the Airships to 'catch a ride' up to the arena. Putting my earbuds in to listen to music on the ride up. I sit and flip through my songs finally landing on a song that I wanted to listen to. I sat on the floor of the ship and listened to music until we arrived at the arena. I walked into the seating area and found where my team, team RWBY, and team JNPR were sitting, and sat down with them to watch the small handful of matches that would be taking place today. All of the starter matches went fine and we all ended the day by going to the food court and buying some food.

"So what are you guys doing tomorrow," Yang asks us.

"Well, I'm working on a new project," I respond.

"New motorcycle," she asks.

"No, I'm building myself a new weapon," I say pulling out a picture of the lower receiver.

"Is that a sniper," Ruby questions.

"Yeah it's based on the Barrett M107," I reply to her inquiry.

That's cool, how long is it going to take you to finish it," Blake asks.

"Okay, first, holy shit this is the first thing you've said to me in about a week, and second, it should only take me a few more hours to finish the rest of the parts," I tell her.

"Yay, we can be sniper buddies," Ruby half-yells excitedly, "What's the secondary weapon?"

"Oh the stock comes out of the main body and has a blade," I say taking a swig of soda.

"That's cool, I can't wait to see it," Owen says.

"Alright, I've still got some time before I hit the hay, I might as well head over to the workshop and get some more work in on the rifle," I tell everyone, standing up and tossing down some money to pay for my food.

The group bids me a goodnight as I walk away and to the workshop. While I walk to the workshop I check my scroll and also turn on some music. I get to the workshop and sit down at my desk, plugging my scroll into the stereo system I had bought a few days before to have a decent system for the garage. I choose my classic rock playlist and hit shuffle and the first song that comes on is Fortunate Son by CCR. I worked on the barrel and the receiver for a few hours and finally got it assembled, I'd have to test fire it in the morning to make sure that everything works. I sit back down at the table and tinker with my karambit, which I had finally named Poltergeist. For its dark color because of the or controlled oxidation or bluing, that I did to the blade, and the intricate and etching that I carved into the blade. After tinkering with Poltergeist for a little while I hear a faint knock at the door and I hear someone enter.

"Jeez, that thing is really loud," I hear Em say behind me, about my stereo blasting Crossroads by Cream.

"Right sorry," I say turning the radio down, "Whadda you need?"

"I was wondering if once you were done you'd want to go get something to eat," She asks.

"Emily, are you asking me out on a date, because if you are I think we've got this all backwards," I say jokingly to her.

Her face falls for a moment, "Is that a no?"

"Christ no, I'll definately go, I'm actually done with the rifle, other than the recoil spring which I'll put in tomorrow," I say pointing the the, at the moment, nameless rifle with my thumb.

"Oh okay," Em says looking over my shoulder at the rifle, "Can I look at it?"

"Go for it," I say pulling the rifle down off the shelf for her, she was to short to reach it.

I hand it to her. She goofs about with it for a few minutes, Setting the Bi-pod on the desk and looking down the sight, pulling the bolt back and dry firing the rifle. After a short time she hands the rifle back to me and I put it back on the shelf.

"It's fairly heavy," She she remarks.

"Well it does weigh just under 30 pounds," I tell her, "So do you want to go now?"

"Yeah, are we taking the truck," She asks.

"What else would we be taking," I reply sarcastically, grabbing the keys to the truck and hopping into the front seat.

I turn the key and the engine roars to life. I throw it into gear, open the garage door, and pull out of the garage. I drive us into vale, rolling the windows to let the cool autumn air into the truck.

"It's too nice out to stay inside some stuffy restaurant and eat, do you want to just grab some food and eat in the park," I ask Em.

"Sure, if you want to," She replies, shrugging.

"Alright, what do you want to get," I ask her.

"Umm, how about Italian," she replied, pointing to a small Italian place just down the street.

"Oh, that sounds good," I say, pulling over and parking the truck.

We buy our food and drive over to the park on the edge of town. Finding a spot to sit and eat didn't take too long. I set the sleeping bag on the ground and handed Em her food. We sat and ate our food and listened to the music coming from a venue down the street.

"Hey Em, you want to go do something really fun," I ask, finishing the last few bites of food.

"Sure, what do you have in mind," she replies, tossing her trash in the waste bin.

"There is a dirt track near here, and it's been awhile since I've really opened the truck up," I say getting up from my sitting position, "you want to go and mess around there?"

"Sure why not, it'll be fun, and if I know the one you're thinking about its not to far from the arena," Emily half asks, getting in the passenger seat of the truck.

"Yeah that's the one," I reply, starting the truck and backing out of the parking spot.

We get to the track, open the fence, and drive in. I park the Champ next to the risers and get out and take out a spraypaint can. Painting a line into the dirt.

"Alright, I want you to time me and see how fast I can get around the track," I say handing Emily a stopwatch and getting back into the truck.

"Alright, 3… 2… 1… GO, she yells over the roar of the Studebaker as I floor the truck.

Half way through the lap I hear a loud screech, I look up to see a Nevermore flying up toward the arena.

"Shit, that's not good," I yell out loud, spinning the truck around and flooring it back to Em.

"Em, get in the fucking truck, we need to go now," I yell to her, tearing her eyes away from the arena. She sprints back to the truck, foregoing the door and jumping through the open window.

"Please tell me you have your weapons in your backpack," I ask her, blasting through the gate and flooring it onto the road.

"No, Viper and Cobra are in my locker back at the school," Emily responds, "What the hell is going on up there?"

"I don't know check the live feed on your scroll," I tell her.

"Oh my god," She shows me the video feed. On screen Pyrrha standing next to a bisected Penny.

"Motherfucker," I say under my breath, "What the hell did Pyrrha do?"

"I don't know but it doesn't look good," She says putting her scroll into her pocket and setting the coordinates for her rocket locker outside the garage.

I pull into the the stall and park the truck. Running into the workshop and grabbing the rifle, putting the recoil spring in and reassembling the rifle. I run over to a storage locker and grab a few magazines and boxes of ammunition.

"Alright let's go," I shout jogging past Emily, who was loading her weapons Viper and Cobra, two Chris Vectors with collapsible bayonets, with my rifle rifle slung over my shoulder.

"I hope everyone is okay," she says, her head dropping worriedly loading a few extra mags for her weapons.

"Hey," I say turning around and hold her head in my hands, "These are teams ZERO, RWBY, and JNPR we're talking about, they'll be fine. Hell they'd probably clear out that entire place if they wanted."

We jog out to the airship docks, I find a ship and ask the pilot to take us to the arena. He starts the engines and departs from the docks. The airship starts to make it's way up to the arena and I go to sit on the floor near the door, Em comes and sits next to me, she rests her head against my shoulder and intertwines her fingers with my own.

"You ready for this," I ask her squeezing her hand lightly.

"As ready as i'll ever be," She replies tapping Cobra.

"Get ready, I'm making this a fast drop, I don't feel like dying today," The pilot yells back to us, "One minute until we arrive, get your asses ready!"

"Let's go Em," I say helping her up to her feet.

I put a round in the chamber, let the bolt slide shut, and put a magazine in the receiver. We arrive at the docks in the arena, and the doors open.

"Thanks man, we owe you one," I tell the pilot.

"No problem kid, now get the hell off my ship," he responds.

We get off the airship and run into the main seating area where we see the teams standing in the middle of the arena, already fighting the Grimm that had entered. I take my rifle and set up between two seats, using them as a stabilizer for the rifle.

"Emily, cover me, if any Grimm get behind me pop their head like a baloon," I tell her taking my rifle's safety off.

"Got it," she says, racking rounds into her weapons chambers and extending her bayonets.

I look down the scope of my rifle, concentrating on slowing my breathing and my heart rate and decreasing the amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I take a deep breath, let it out, and pull the trigger. The shot rings out with a massive blast, the bullet hits my target. A Grimm charging towards a distracted Owen. The Ursa instantly drops, half of its head missing.

"Holy shit, this thing is awesome," I say under my breath.

I take another shot, killing two Griffon.

"Nice two birds with one stone," I think to myself as I stand up, slinging the rifle on my shoulder and removing Poltergeist from its holster.

"Come on Em, we're going up there," I say walking past her

"Alright," she says following me to the main stage.

"Yo, where the hell were you," Rochelle says putting a bullet in the head of a Grimm charging the group.

"I took her out to eat," I say, "Now let's get the hell out of here, things aren't looking' good down at the school."

"You heard him, get going we'll take it from here," Professor Oobleck says.

We walk out of the arena and onto the cargo loading bay and look out over the city of Vale.

"Holy shit," I say stepping forward.

Gazing out at the city partially in ruins, burning. Hell on Remnant. Pure chaos.

"Well they're not lying when they say dreams come true," I state under my breath, "It's going to be a long night.


Sorry for the crappy cliffhanger but I really needed to end this chapter. The next one is probably going to be much darker and fairly graphic so if you have a problem with that then you may not want to read it. That being said, I hope you all have a good day, afternoon, or night.

-Hellcat