A/N: Should I start adding statistics to the beginning of these, like views for example?
I don't own RWBY, Monty does.
Chapter 1: New World, New Tricks
~Caleb's P.O.V.~
"Owww..." I groaned as I started to stir from my comatose like slumber. "My head." I muttered as I grasped the welt that enveloped my forehead. "What the hell happened?" I questioned as the memories of the accident slowly filled the gap in time.
My eyes widened as I remembered what had occurred prior to waking. H-How am I alive right now? I thought as I stared into the palms of my hands.
After the shock started to settle I got a good look at my surroundings. It seems to be an alleyway, but where? There were two bags sprawled near my feet, and there was someone laying on the ground. Wait is that- shit!
I rolled the unconscious body over, and checked for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. Whew... that was going to be bad. Waking up in an unknown place, and the only friend that you know here is dead. As I leaned back on the alley wall, I noticed the brown haired teen starting to mutter in his sleep, something about finding someone. I have to screw with him.
I slowly scooted towards him and started nudging his arm. "Come on honey, you're gonna be late for school." putting on my best motherly voice possible.
"I don't wanna go to school today," the brown hair boy groaned.
"Well tuff shit," mustering as much as I could to sound intimidating. He only laughed.
"You got to try better than that Caleb," he said as he turned over.
"Fine," was all I said as I pushed him all the way over, so he was laying on his stomach, and sat on his back.
"Fine you win," he grunted "just get off."
I got off of my brown haired friend, and sat by the bags. When he finally sat up I asked "That was one hell of a crash. How are you handling?"
"Wait... what cra-" he was cut off mid sentence as he grasped his head. "I-I remember."
"Yeah, we took one hell of a beating. Sorry, about your car by the way."
"I-I know why we are here."
"What do you mean? Like, how we're alive?"
"Yeah. Some chick sent us here to find her."
"Wait, was the chick hot?"
"I don't know," Erik said already getting annoyed with my priorities. "It was dark, all I could see was an outline, and hear her voice."
"Was she skinny?"
"Yes! Now let me finish."
"Okay. I was just wondering," I muttered under my breath so he couldn't hear me.
"Now as I was saying. She wanted us to train and then find her."
"Why do we have to train?"
"She said something about this world being cruel to its victims."
"Alright, but why do we have to find her? Why can't she just find us?"
"Funny, I asked the same question. She said that I would be the only one to remember that meeting."
"Sounds like your making this up."
"I'm not making this up," Erik replied defensively.
"Okay. What else was a part of this 'meeting'?" I said putting air quotes over meeting.
"She said she left us some items in our bags, and that there was no point in giving me her name. Apparently she changes it a lot."
I stopped paying attention after he mentioned items in the bags. "Oh. Goodies!" I cheered as I clambered to my bag.
I opened it to find my iPod, ear buds, the book Eragon, credit cards of some kind, a pair of aviator sunglasses, and a pack of cards.
As I put my items back in my bag, I peaked over Erik's shoulder and saw that he had his pocket knife, iPhone, PSP, ear buds as well, the book 48 Laws of Power, and the same credit cards.
"Looks like we're not going to be bored anytime soon," I said as I put on my bag.
"Yeah, now all we need is to figure out where we are." Erik responded.
~Erik's POV~
I picked up my bag as we exited the deserted alleyway to walk into a city street filled with life. I surveyed the area and saw streets packed with cars, and people leisurely strolling down the sidewalk.
I turned to the nearest person and asked them where we were. In which they chuckled and responded with "You're in Vale! The busiest place on Remnant!" as the person started to continue his stroll.
I looked over to Caleb to see his eyes so wide, you'd think they'd pop out at any moment. "D-Did he just say V-V-Vale?" the black haired male stuttered.
"Yeah, does that ring a bell to you?" I questioned suspiciously.
"Well grease me up like a pig, and call me grandma," was the only response I received.
"You're not helping the situation here. Tell me where we are." I insisted.
"You know that anime I was telling you about, RWBY?"
"Yeah. What about it?" my suspicions were rising each minute about how Caleb's starting to lose it.
"Well, we're in it." Yup... My suspicions were correct. He's lost his marbles. "Hey don't look at me like that, I'm telling you I'm not crazy!"
"Fine. If you're assumptions are correct, then my dream meeting doesn't sound so farfetched now does it?" After I mentioned the meeting, I saw Caleb's eyes light up like a Fourth of July fireworks show.
"That's why she said train. She wasn't us to become Huntsmen!" the black haired teen declared pointing to the sky.
"So she wants us to fight monsters?"
"Exactly!"
"And how are we suppose to do this? We have no weapons, or armor."
"Well, we can create our own weapons. We won't need armor, we will have aura. And we have something now that we didn't have before, powers or as these people call them Semblances."
"One, what the hell is aura? Two, how do we have powers? And finally three, how are we suppose to create our own weapons?"
"Well aura is apparently your soul manifesting itself into a corporeal form. We can find our powers by trying different things. And we can have someone help us craft our weapons."
"Fine. I've done a few dumbass things before. One more won't hurt."
"Ok, but we should probably find a place to craft our weapons, and then find somewhere quiet to practice."
"Start searching then!" I stated.
It took about an hour and many tries to find a smithy, but through perseverance we found one.
As we walked in, we were greeted almost instantly by a bald smith behind the counter. "Hello! Welcome to the Iron Dragon! What can I do for you two young gentlemen today?" the smith exclaimed with vigor.
"Hi there. We were looking to craft our own weapons but we need help doing it. Do to the fact neither one of us has experience making a weapon," stated Caleb.
The smith beamed with glee as he heard Caleb speak. "Oh! Goody! Finally someone I can help! Follow me to the back if you don't mind!"
"Not at all, Mr. -?" I responded not knowing his name.
"Oh, just call me Fred," he responded as he followed us into a room filled with hammers, iron work benches, molds, anvils, and what seemed to be a forge in the middle of the room.
"So what are you two looking to build?" Fred inquired.
Caleb started off, "Well I want to build two automatic shotguns with almost sword like knives on the under barrel. They should be connected by a 25 foot chain, and when I pull back on one of the ends of the chains, the respective shotgun fires."
"Wow you have really thought into this have you?" I smirked.
"Yup!" Caleb said, beaming with pride.
"And how about you, my young sir?" the bald smith asked me.
"I would like two knives that I can hide behind my back, in my belt, so I can take them out with ease. I would also like to have a bardiche that can change into high caliber sniper rifle with an automatic shell ejection system."
"What is a bardiche?" the bald man filled with curiosity.
"A bardiche is pretty much a big axe on a pole arm."
"Ahh. Okay. Now, would you like it to be able to compress that down for easier travel?"
"Why the hell not!"
"Then let's get to work. You might want to take of your suit jacket, it will get dirty," the smith stated, while pointing at Caleb. Then his gaze turned to me, "Same goes for you and your hoodie."
After hours of agonizing work we finally got our weapons finished. We were testing them on a firing range Fred was so nice of to setup for us.
I sat back and watched as Caleb threw one of his shotguns, blade carving into a dummy, and pulled back on the chain. The shotgun responded almost immediately and fired, returning to its owners hands. Caleb did this a few more times to get a hang of his weapon.
Now it was my turn to try out my new toys. I stepped up to the firing range, pulled the purple staff like pole off my back and watched as the staff extended and a huge axe blade came out of the end of the staff. I felt around for the button near the hand grip and pressed it. The bottom of the axe blade swung out and separated to make a tri-pod.
The other end of the staff retracted and spat out a stock to rest my shoulder in. A scope popped out of the top of the pole, and a trigger popped out right above my grip.
I steadied my aim and fired as the recoil shook me and the pleasant crack of a bullet being ejected from my barrel filled my ears. I look down the range to see my bullet hit right on its mark. "That's damn good craftsman ship you got there!" looking back at Fred, who was giving me a satisfying grin.
I clicked the button on my staff once more as the stock, trigger, and scope retracted into the staff, and the tri-pod became an axe again.
I charged at the nearest dummy, decapitating it with a swift easy movement. Spinning the axe in my hands. I charged another dummy, this time impaling it on the end of my axe. I dropped the axe and brought out my two knives, the blue one Dusk and the red one Dawn.
I ran at another target, holding the knives with the blades aimed towards the ground. In one swift motion, I spun on the ball of my foot and sliced my blades right through the dummy and watched as I tore out a piece of leather and stuffing. Still spinning, I threw a knife into a dummy, sticking it right in the chest.
"These are some fine weapons you helped us build. How much do we owe you?" I pondered as I tore the knife out of the dummy's chest. I went back for my bardiche, started filling it back up with ammo, and finally returning it to its short staff form.
"Well, normally I would charge about 350 lien for each, but seeing as how I had fun, and I never get to help anymore, it will be only 100 lien for each." the balding smith responded.
"And what about the bullets?" questioned Caleb.
"100 more lien for 500 bullets. Excluding the ones you just used for practice, of course."
Caleb and I both went to our bags and brought out two cards with 100's on the sides, and handed them to Fred.
As we walked out of the store, the smith hollered, "It was a pleasure doing business with you! Hope to see you again!"
"You too! Take care!" I yelled back.
"So we off to find someplace void of people?" questioned Caleb.
"Yup!"
We scoured the city of Vale, until we eventually came upon a forested area on the outskirts of the city. Few people seemed to be in the forest at the time.
"So, where do we start?" looking over at Caleb.
"I guess we start trying different things. It could be super strength, super speed, extra jump height, and so on and so forth."
We started walking through the forest until we found a fallen log."Let's try super strength, I guess." Caleb tried first, but was only able to roll the log. I attempted to pick up the log, but it only smashed my fingers.
"So that's a no on super strength. Super speed?" giving a curious look to Caleb.
Caleb and I raced for about half a mile before giving up. As Caleb slowed down he tripped and fell flat on his face. This earned a laugh from me.
"And a no on super speed or extra endurance. Time to start jumping." still smiling from Caleb's fall.
"What should we aim for?"
Looking up at a Great Oak that stretched over 100 feet in the air. "How about that branch up there," I said, pointing towards a branch 25 feet off the ground, on one of the taller trees.
"That's going to be quite the fall if I make it up there."
"Don't worry, I'll catch you," trying to hold back a snicker.
"Well, here I go," Caleb mumbled, gulping quite audibly.
My black haired friend took a ready stance, and lifted off the ground a good 8 feet.
"Wow, either you got strong legs or we found a power," I said astonished.
"Let try again," he said, readying himself again. This time he jumped 10 feet into the air. He tried again and was able to accomplish 15, then 20, and finally able to reach the branch at 25 feet in the air.
"One down, a few more to go." I said looking up at Caleb who was laying back on the branch.
"Want to see if you have any mind powers?" he called down to me.
"Sure!" I yelled back.
I focused on Caleb and felt a tugging felling deep in my stomach. I tried to move him just a bit, but my all my attempts failed. It must be something of the sort. I feel the power. As I started to get flustered with my abilities not showing itself, I began to feel like I was getting heavier. I looked around and saw that the tree limbs around me were pointing downward more than usual. My gaze turned to Caleb as I saw the branch under him snap from the extra weight. I reached out to Caleb, almost instinctively and thought of all the gravity around me relenting its pull.
Caleb started to slow down in his decent with his eyes wide with the current chain of events. "Dude! That was awesome!" he hollered as he came to the ground.
"It was almost like instincts," my gaze turning to my hands.
"So does that mean you can control gravity?"
"Maybe, we will have to see," a wide grin appearing on my face.
Caleb went bug-eyed, "Wait, what are you doing!?"
"Testing something."
"Oh God, please no," With that I pushed out my hand, in which Caleb flew back towards the shade casted down by the trees. The peculiar thing was when Caleb went into the shadows, he disappeared. Okay... Where did he go? He should be pinned to that tree, and I should be able to see his ghostly pale form in the shade.
"Caleb?"
~Caleb's POV~
Erik started grinning at me once I mentioned him having control of gravity.
"Wait, what are you doing!?" getting a bit fearful.
"Testing something," his grin growing.
"Oh God, please no," the tugging feeling from below me shifted to behind me as I flew towards the trees. I closed my eyes awaiting the impact, but it never came. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was in some strange dark place. I wondered how to get out when I heard a whisper, "Think of a place,"
I thought about the tall tree I was sitting on before and the huge shadow it casted. A light then appeared in the darkness, it glimmered, almost beckoning me to it. As I walked through it the darkness shifted to the surroundings of by the shadow of the tree. Erik seemed to be searching for me. I snuck up behind him and grabbed him into a bear hug and we launched into the air.
All I could do was laugh as he screamed. When we touched back down, he turned to me, still shaken up from the jump.
"Your an ass. You know I'm afraid of heights," still fear struck.
"And you know I hate getting hit by trees."
"So, what happened to you? You went into the shadows and disappeared."
"I ended up in some dark area, and I thought of that big tree," using my thumb to point to the tree I was on not too long ago, "and a light appeared. I walked through the light and ended up over there."
"So you have hops, and can shadowstep. While I can control gravity," Erik was going over the short list of what we could do.
I started to stretch out my muscles and cracked my neck, "Looks like we better get practicing."
"Oh joy," the brown haired male mumbled.
A/N: I wanted to upload this on 7/9 but I had some things come up. If you enjoyed this please review, follow, and/or favorite. If you find any grammar and/or spelling mistakes, please PM or leave a review so I can try to improve. Well I gotta leave, Attack on Titan is on!