Sorry for the absence everyone, life and all. But let us not spend time on that and get right into the story! Also, I revised (and rewrote) half the first chapter of this fic! So go read that, because there is a hella (I will never use that word again) ton of stuff in it, such a dialogue, and backstory, and weird mecha fighting involving Tom Hanks for some reason.
Disclaimer-I do not own RWBY, which is owned by the late and great Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth. Only thing I own is my characters.
8 Sextilis, 3176 PD -?-
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Three more shots echoed from my pistol as I jumped over a fallen tree, not having enough time to see if the rounds connected, "Fuckin' shoulda loaded in the explosive rounds!"
How did I, of all people, have to have the most shit faced luck. Healthy life, a mostly good family, and a future as a huntsman! But oh no, I can't have any of that! In fact, I'll probably be dead, slammed against a tree or some shit, because of this fuckin' nightmare behind me! Funny thing is, I'm more pissed than terrified right now. Pissed that my fuckin' accent is back.
A giant rock sailing past me brought me out of my thoughts quickly. Officially the worst day ever. Well, at least I can cross out 'get eaten by monstrous Grimm' on my bucket list. Just kiddin'. I'd need a body to do that.
Something caught me in the legs suddenly and sent me falling forward. Attempting, key word 'attempting', to angle the fall into a roll, I found the reward for my amazing athletics to be a sharp looking hand swatting me into a tree.
Still dazed from the impact, creaks and snaps started coming from the tree. Painfully, I jumped out of the way of the collapsing tree. Unfortunately, it was into Its hands, that I jumped into. It stared at me viciously and hungrily, saliva flowing from its mouth. It screamed into my face, sending hot and rancid air to surround me. I responded the only way I knew how. "Fuck you!" Getting one of my arms free of its clutches, I fired without aim. A bullet sailed into Its eye socket, causing a terrible, pained scream to emanate from it. The injured beast dropped me, reaching for the wound my small outburst caused, and threw itself about in its pained state in unnatural ways.
I began running as soon as I felt grass and dirt, seeing a small clearing in front of me. Heavy thuds began sounding behind me again, and more aggressive snarls and shrill screams followed it, some even sounded like they were in front of me.
As I came to the clearing, the observation started to make sense. A pack of Beowolves were circling another student, an overly dressed one at that, an Alpha at the forefront of the encirclement. One of them seemed to notice me and began to slowly stalk towards me, which turned into a full blown sprint. As it leapt at me, my gun posed to take it down, a very unexpected thing happened.
The monster was above me in seconds and, instead of attacking me, it caught the Beowolf mid flight. They both landed in a bundle, the Beowolf wrestling with the much larger Grimm for survival. The struggle ended with the beast's head being ripped off, the surviving terror beginning to eat its remains. Eating it! As if this thing wasn't terrifying enough. The rest of the pack, with a noticeable amount of their ranks missing, began to charge at the monstrosity, It to busy with its meal to notice them. I began to run towards the other student, who was surrounded by dissipating corpses and in the middle of a fight with the Alpha, dodging under a swipe from a beowolf before it was grabbed and ripped apart. Getting closer to the engagement, I went to fire a round, only for the cylinder to not turn. Quickly inspecting the cylinder, I noticed grass had gotten into it at some point, resulting in the jam. Picking out the grass as quickly as I could, I looked back up only to notice the Alpha with its mouth open, and a thin blade sticking out the back of the head.
Jogging closer to the aftermath of the battle, I called out, with a half hearted voice, to my fellow survivor, having pulled the blade from the head of the Grimm with a noticeably disgusted quickness. "You alright?" He seemed to have just noticed my appearance in the area, as he looked at me with what looked like a surprised expression, but I couldn't make out what his expression was at this distance. As he got closer, I was able to make out just how impeccably dressed he was. Brown leather cuffed gloves and boots adorned him, and an equally brown leather jerkin over what could only be described as a man's blouse. His features were angular and, admittedly, handsome, with chin length, curly chestnut hair covered by a cavalier hat, one side of the brim pinned to the crown. The outfit gave the look of someone who could move quickly and freely, at the cost of no armor, in this case. Who am I to talk though, only armor I got is a silver belt buckle.
Stopping in front of me, he clapped his hand on my shoulder, and started looking over my appearance, stopping and chuckling when he got to the gun in my hand. "I never quite expected a man of less style to be my partner. However, I also never expected the monsters to fight against themselves. Very impar, no?" he said, with a thick accent that made the man sound far to suave for my liking. He motioned to the fight happening behind me and, with the swagger that would have made any woman gush, put his foot on a Beowolf head as it rolled towards us. Inspecting the head, then the battle, he gave a quiet 'hmph' and turned back towards me, "Perhaps we should move along? It would be awkward to fight something so…" Not seeming to find the right words, he snapped at me, as if I knew what he meant.
"Terrifying, Monstrous, Deadly? Does it matter what we call it? It'll kill us just the same!" Pointing over to the scene consisting of blacks, whites, and reds, the rage and bloodlust coming from the monster sending waves of fear through me, as the beast ran its head into a Beowolf it had gotten off its back, using the antlers as crude spears. The unfortunate Grimm yelped as it was lifted into the air and slammed into the ground several times before going limp. Still pointing at it, I exclaimed in exasperation and mild exhaustion, "See!"
His arms crossed and his hand on his chin, as if he were in thought, he simply nodded and began walking away. "I see your point. Come, mi amigo! We have a long journey ahead of us, no?" The man's calmness was irritating, yet also infectious. Sighing, I began to follow in a brisk pace, wanting to get away from Mr. One-Eye as soon as possible. Great, I just gave the thing a pet name. Actually, speaking of names…
"My name's Erland by the way! Erland Parsley!" My fellow teenager looked over his shoulder and, with an irritatingly amused smile, dramatically tipped his hat at me. He turned his head back, as if the small exchange didn't happen, not even telling me his name. I waited a couple of seconds to see if he would answer back. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes then turned into, what felt like, an hour. Finally, with a sigh of frustration mixed with some fatigue, I closed the small amount of distance between us and lightly hit his arm to draw his attention. Looking at me with a raised eyebrow, he gave me a look that said 'I thought we were done talking' and hit me back amusingly. Throwing my arms up in contempt, "You know it's common courtesy to introduce yourself after me, right?" Wasn't going for the growl in my voice, but I've had a really long day.
He stopped and stood for a moment before turning and removing his hat, giving a showy bow and grabbing my left hand. This is getting weird real fast. "I apologize, I was someplace else in mind at the the time," Sure you were, bud, "My name is Inigo Espada III, master bladesman and purveyor of the finest of gustos." If I would've known this guy could outshine the sun, I would have brought sunglasses. He gave me a quick peck on my knuckles and continued back in the direction we were going earlier. Rubbing my knuckles clean and following him at a slight distance, the load howls and growls that used to be behind us grew fainter until they were no more.
Lets hope it stays that way.
-C. Astali-
Attaching the gun sling to Warmonger, my metallic boots rang through the hallway that was leading me to one of the schools many exits, hopefully the one leading to the cliff. That fat idiot better be glad our colleague got involved before I punched where I presumed to be where his mouth is. After a quick conversation and the locking of the teacher in a supply closet, Oobleck and I, after finding out he agreed with intervention due to the nature of the beast involved, discussed our plan of action. The good doctor was to call Goodwitch before my eventual arrival, whenever that is, at the cliffs. We never discussed what I was to do, due to the fact he sped off after we finished his part of the plan. If the Theatre Arts classes I took taught me anything, however, it's to improvise. That, and how to sing, but that's not important right now.
It took some time, but I eventually found the cliffs and, with it, an arguing Goodwitch and a concerned Ozpin. Goodwitch was on her scroll, talking to someone, likely Oobleck, in a tense and irritated tone. Ozpin on the other hand, was looking at the livestream of the Wikitikiw fighting Grimm, who oddly seemed to be lured towards the beast. He looked up at me, and, with a sigh, spoke, "I know what you are about to a-" He stopped as Goodwitch yelled aggressively over the phone. "Ask, and while I agree something must be done about this beast, for it endangers us all, I am still hesitant at letting you be the one to go down there." He looked over at Goodwitch for a brief second before looking back at me. "However, since I've seen your stubborn streak against James and from the fact Bartholomew agrees with you, to the point he has locked Peter in a supply closet and is arguing with Glynda, I believe that I can overlook my hesitance just this once." He closed out of the livestream and brought up a window with a few commands on it.
"Hold on, your letting me do this without any argument?" My skepticism couldn't be anymore obvious.
"Correct." His nonchalant approach was calming yet odd in a sense. "If you would please step on one of those pads, I will launch you into the forest shortly." I heard what sounded like a mechanism locking behind me as I stepped onto the platform.
"Why can't we use a Bull-"
"We don't have any available." I don't like how quick that response was.
"Fine." Huffing out of the annoyance of being interrupted, a thought came to mind as I heard what sounded like ticking underneath my feet speeding up. "Wait, what do you mean you heard about my stubborn streak?"
Before a response was uttered, I was launched from the cliff face into the air. I didn't exactly expect it to happen that fast, that soon. It was also a tad bit embarrassing to be flailing around like a newborn baby.
Note to self: When done, launch Ozpin off the cliff. And then damn him to Hell repeatedly until I run out of air.
While this chapter might look half assed and short for a 9 MONTH period, that's because it is. I had way to much trouble figuring out what I wanted from this chapter. In fact, I went through 8 drafts before I was partially satisfied by this. So, yea, sorry for that long ass break and I hope you guys have a happy holidays! I have a better idea of what the next chapter will be like, so expect it sometime soon.
Also, how many F-Bombs can be dropped in a T-Rated fic? Asking for a friend.
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