Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. I own only my OC's and plot.
This is actually the first time I'm posting a story on fanfiction.
I'm just starting to write. I'm also not a native English speaker. Because of this please try to be understanding. But if you notice any problems tell me about them.
So, comments would be nice.
I'm always open to suggestions and ideas.
Some days you're the pigeon. Other days you're the statue. Today is more of a statue day. - Fortune cookie. Shadow Warrior (2013)
Michael Smith decided that some deity particularly didn't like him on this day.
The job was supposed to be an easy one. He was supposed to deliver some cargo from a big town to the city of Heaven to a few hundred kilometers away from it.
The roads in the area were actually pretty good so he didn't expect it to take him too long. The weather was hot and the sky was cloudless. It was summer after all.
He wore blue pants and a long-sleeved blue shirt.
He had a knife on himself. A nice simple thing with a clip point. He bought the Ka-Bar blade for half the price. The guy who sold it to him didn't realize that what he had wasn't some fake like he thought but a real Ka-Bar knife.
His loss.
When traveling being armed could be a necessity. Unfortunately, he didn't have a gun at the moment.
The area he13 was traveling through seemed to be mostly shrub-steppes. Very small shrubs, many of them dried out, covered the land on both sides of the road.
It was arid.
He was probably halfway to his destination when he noticed something he was about to pass and lost concentration. He saw what looked like an abandoned fuel station and a few buildings next to it.
And then a Grimm walked onto the road and became roadkill. The first time that ever happened to him.
Problem was that he was driving a truck, not an APC.
The truck slammed into the Grimm and he lost control of the vehicle.
The truck ended up lying on its side right next to the abandoned station.
He was currently busy getting out of the cabin.
He stood up on the side of his truck and looked around. There were the station and the other buildings maybe warehouses and houses. He could tell that they were all abandoned because of how they looked. The whole place looked like nobody had cleaned it in years. Some of the buildings had holes in them.
He jumped down and decided to check the damage his truck had sustained. He wasn't a mechanic but he could fix a few things.
The front of his truck was a complete and utter mess. He could see the engine. It was ruined. He could see parts of it and the front of his vehicle lying at his feet.
He was fairly sure that he couldn't fix that.
He also knew now what happened when you hit an Ursa with a shitty old truck you bought for extremely little money.
He needed to find shelter for the night. Mike's hazel eyes looked towards the ruin.
The station was his best bet. Or one of the other abandoned buildings. He might even find something useful.
He went to the station. It was like he noticed before. A ruin that nobody cared for.
Then he remembered that he had his Scroll. The device was thankfully intact.
He immediately called the emergency services. He hoped that someone would pick up.
His hope was rewarded. At least this one time.
"Hello? Yes, I had an accident. My truck crashed. I'm at an abandoned fuel station. It's about halfway from Heaven to Redridge. Do you know where that is? You do?"
It appeared that he wasn't the first person to get stuck there. There was also only one abandoned fuel station between Redrige and Heaven.
"Someone will come to you and help you in a few hours," the man he was talking to said. "Please just wait patiently."
"I'm not going anywhere."
He decided to check out the station. There were dust and trash everywhere. It looked like no one had been here in years.
He went behind the station and then he planned to go check out the other buildings.
He found something he didn't expect to find behind an abandoned fuel station.
A box with bottles of beer in it. Ones that looked fairly good and not old.
"Now what do we have here," he said to himself.
He started checking what exactly he had just found. Unfortunately, he found only bad brands.
"Aspen... Duff... Dharma? Who even drinks that? Heisler... Oh, come on! This is all crap," he raged a little. He found a box full of beer at an abandoned fuel station and it turned out to be some of the crappiest beer in the world. Who even drank Duff? This stuff was horrible. It tasted worse than piss. How did anyone manage to sell this shit he had no idea.
"If you want some actual alcohol then you can come with me. I have a nice place close by."
"No thanks..." he didn't finish because he realized that someone had just talked to him and that meant that he wasn't alone. He practically jumped forward while turning around. He landed on his ass.
Right in front of him was a young woman probably his age.
She was wearing tan tactical pants and a green T-shirt. She also wore an unzipped gray hoodie. She had tan kneepads ad elbow pads. She had a holstered pistol at one side and at the other a knife in a sheath.
She was a tall brunette with green eyes.
"My name is Samantha Alma Josephina Camille Elizabeth Alberta Reyes."
Mike just looked a little dumbly at the long introduction.
"But everyone just calls me Sam. And you?"
He flushed. He should have remembered to introduce himself.
"Michael Smith. But everyone just calls me Mike."
She walked up to him and reached towards him with her hand.
"Let me help you up."
He grabbed her hand and got up. He stood up and dusted off his pants off.
"So, are we going to get some serious alcohol or are you going to stay here?"
He didn't have anything better to do.
"I have nothing against going."
If someone was proposing free alcohol and was being nice about, he wasn't going to refuse.
They walked into one of the other buildings. Sam told him that they were warehouses and a hotel. Before the place was abandoned people were trying to make this place something more than just a fuel station.
It didn't work out.
The warehouse they were in had a large halfway opened roll-up door. There were a few pieces of broken wooden furniture here and there and metal shelves with boxes on them. The place was a little cluttered with some mechanical parts that Sam had gathered but they weren't the ones drawing attention.
"Holy shit."
The contraption looked like it was made of cylindrical copper vessels connected by thin copper pipes.
Mike had seen something like that online a few times. It was a moonshine still.
He did not expect that.
Sam was making moonshine. Which was illegal. Not that he particularly cared about that. Many people broke lots of minor laws and nobody cared.
"Holy shit indeed. Nice toy eh?" Sam grinned. "I'm making quality stuff with this."
"Word of warning. I called emergency services to help when I crashed. You probably don't want them to see that."
"Thanks for telling me. No worries I'll hide it later. Besides they won't be looking for that here."
There were a few full bottles next to the still. Sam's eyes narrowed when she looked at them. She started counting them.
"Wait I'm missing a few bottles."
She growled in anger. She heard a rustle at the other end of the warehouse behind some shelves.
"Greene!" she shouted furiously. She walked towards the noise. Mike followed her.
They found a green-haired man lying on a shelf that he had toppled over.
On the ground in front of him were two empty bottles. The third he held in his hand.
His clothes were as green as his name suggested. Green pants and a green T-shirt.
He was also very drunk.
He hiccupped.
"I'm going to stop with all the drinking tomorrow. I swear," he slurred. Mike just stared. It was turning out to be a really weird day.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this little green fucker?" Sam growled.
"Don't you dare threaten me. Or I'll explode like yesterday and you'll have even a bigger mess here!" Greene slurred.
"Explode?" mike had to ask.
"It's his Semblance."
It looked like Greene had his Aura unlocked. Mike had his unlocked too.
"You've got an Aura?" he asked Sam.
"Yup. You?"
"Yeah."
Mike's mother unlocked it for him after a Grimm attack when he almost died.
She explained what Greene Semblance did.
It allowed him to explode. He survived the explosion of course and could only do that once and then he had to wait a long time before he could do it again. It of course drained his Aura like crazy.
"Get up you green loser. Mike help him get up. I'll get a table and chairs. And probably something to eat too. It'll be some time before the emergency services move their asses and come to help you."
Mike grabbed Greene and pulled him up while Sam went to look for a table that was still in one piece.
A gray car drove up to the station. It stopped and a man got out of it.
He was wearing brown trousers and a white shirt. Over his clothes was a pattern of red that made it look like he was splattered in blood. He had shaggy black hair and red eyes. He was armed with a taser.
He stretched a little. It wasn't that far from where he came from but he had slept in his car last night and he could feel it.
There was a truck lying on its side close to the fuel station.
He took a deep breath. The place smelled of dust.
"So, this is where the call came from."
He reached into the car and pulled out a rope.
The voices in his head were screaming at him. He got better at not listening to them but now they were just roaring into his mind and he had to do it or he would go completely insane.
He grinned a crazy smile.
"This is going to be fun."
Well more insane than he already was.
Once more. Comments and advice. Feedback will be appreciated. Seriously if you have any ideas send them to me.