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Narrator POV

Southwest Vermont, somewhere in the Green Mountains; August 23 1865.

In the late of the night, the full moon shines clearly over a mountain's lake in the southwestern part of Vermont. There on the banks of the small lake were five men in union uniforms. Nearly all sat alone upon the shore, while the fifth one stood knee deep in the water chanting something. As he chants one of the four whispered to the others.

"You recon Joseph is right? I mean I'm scared what will happen when they catch us, but this just seems wrong." One man said.

"Personally, I think he lost it. Being drafted is one thing, but I ain't going to die for them niggers or that giant hick in charge." Another Union soldier remarks.

"Yeah, still though. We are risking a lot by staying here for the night. If we really want to avoid dying on some swampy battlefield, we need to get across the border. Can't convict Canadians for war desertion, now will they?" The third member states as he tries to light his pipe.

As he finally manages to get the match to light, a strong wind blew the light out. Cursing under his breath he noticed that a strange eerie glow was coming from the lake. The men looked out at the lake; to their shock and horror, they see a green otherworld glow was being projected from the lake. As the light grew brighter and brighter, Josephs chant got louder and darker.

"L' vulgtmah gla'aki. Ahornah ymg' nafl'fhtagn ehye ahog. C' mgah'ehye ahnyth ymg' l' ymg' ahornah ehye ahog ah na'ah'ehye! L' vulgtmah gla'aki. Ahornah ymg' nafl'fhtagn ehye ahog. C' mgah'ehye ahnyth ymg' l' ymg' ahornah ehye ahog ah na'ah'ehye! L' vulgtmah gla'aki. Ahornah ymg' nafl'fhtagn ehye ahog. C' mgah'ehye ahnyth ymg' l' ymg' ahornah ehye ahog ah na'ah'ehye! L' vulgtmah gla'aki. Ahornah ymg' nafl'fhtagn ehye ahog. C' mgah'ehye ahnyth ymg' l' ymg' ahornah ehye ahog ah na'ah'ehye! L' vulgtmah gla'aki. Ahornah ymg' nafl'fhtagn ehye ahog. C' mgah'ehye ahnyth ymg' l' ymg' ahornah ehye ahog ah na'ah'ehye! L' vulgtmah gla'aki. Ahornah ymg' nafl'fhtagn ehye ahog. C' mgah'ehye ahnyth ymg' l' ymg' ahornah ehye ahog ah na'ah'ehye!" Joseph chants louder and louder. As he does so a massive figure slowly emerges from the lake. Its body was so massive that it's shadow eclipses the union deserters in the dead of night. Along with its sizes the creature body was twisting and turning with every moment it moved around out of the surface of the water. After a few moments it lets out a loud scream that can't be distinguished from a howling beast or a wailing newborn. As they stared up in horror at the ancient creature, Joseph turns to his friends with a mad smile plaster on his face.

"Gentlemen, tonight we are men, on the morrow we are immortals." Joseph said before breaking out in a maddening laugh. As he laughs madly tentacles arise from the ice-cold waters, wrapping around him as he was lifted into the air. His loud laughter was silence when suddenly he was impaled into a sharp metallic spine.

Back over with the five, they were paralyzed in horror from what they have seen. A creature beyond comprehension of their mind has risen from the lake. As it impaled their leader the youngest of the five found his courage… or maddening fright has finally taken over. He quickly fled the scene of horror, while the worming tentacles reached forward, grabbing his fellow comrades. As he ran screaming and wailing in maddening horror the creature tried to wrap around his legs. However, he just managed to get beyond the tree lines, just far enough away to be out of the reach of that thing. That monster in the lake. His friends weren't so lucky. Few stood still in fear induced paralysis. One other tried to fight back, but the musket ball proved to be slightly irritating if anything. The final person quickly ran after the youngest, however he was too slow to reach the edge of the woods and was quickly pulled back into the lake.

The youngest one did not stop till he was found the next morning by 35th Maine Volunteer Infantry regiment. As they were heading down, the boy came barreling down from the mountain's side. He screamed and rambled about how a monster lived in a lake just south of their position. They subdued the young lad and went out to find the deserters to bring them to Washington for disciplinary action. However, when the Union soldiers reached the lake, they found nothing but ash, sand, and blood.

Three score's and a day later, at the bottom of the mountain; August 24th 1924

3rd POV

Half a century later a small logging town formed at the base of the mountain. The scene pulls on a lone bus drives up the winding road towards the small logging town. Not many people take this ancient early road, most don't even know about the town of Maryville. Originally set up as a place for Civil war veterans to find peace, it transformed into a prosperous lumbering town. However hard times had come down upon the sleepy town. With a new mill set up in the next town over, not many people were willing to do business with the town. Especially with that dangerous winding road that lead to the town. However, the three in the bus heading for Maryville were not tourists or business executives, in fact they only came to the middle of nowhere because of a certain individual. The said, one individual was born and raised in Maryville at the turn of the century. He was in handcuffs with a fresh black eye setting in over his right eye. Currently he was being escorted by two familiar figures from San Francisco Blackwood's Detective Agency.

"Oh come on. I got nothing to do with her, honest." The young gangster complains as he points to the young adult in the front.

"Yeah well shut it." Tommy said as he pulls out a cigarette. "Took me nearly four years to find anything on a missing dame and I got nothing. Then a month ago you came sniffing around the San Francisco Bay, asking for a Xiao Long. Last I'd check, the Mob doesn't do business with Chinks unless it's heroine."

"And like I said before I have nothing to do with it." The young mobster said in frustration. "All I'm looking for is a Mr. or Mrs. Xiao Long. Not some kid Rose." The young mobster complains.

"Well like I also said, that there is Ms. Rose, she has an older sister whose last name is Xiao Long. And the way you describe her sound exactly like her. So, unless you spill what you know I'm bringing you in." Tommy said as he lights the cigarette, after taking a drag he then continued. "You currently have a bounty for two hundred on your head, Marty Ricci. Didn't your Mother ever told you that sleeping with the sheriff's daughter will get you into trouble?"

"Heh, well it isn't my fault that she had a smoking ass and a strict pa. Besides even if I know something I ain't talking." Marty remarks. "Also, since when did sisters have different last names?"

As he asked that the bus comes to a hard stop, causing him to hit his head against the rail. As he flinches in pain the woman gets up and walks over to him, allowing the readers to get a better look at her. She had a unique trench coat. It looked hand made with a hood attached to it. Under that trench coat was a black flappers dress that reached down to the top of her knees. Along with that she had black stockings that reached up her legs, all neatly tucked into multiple buckle knee high black boots. Across her waist was two belts with pouches reaching around the side. On the side was a silver logo of a Rose on fire. The final touches of her outfit were a huge white summer hat that covered her right eyepatch. Without the hat her black and red hair was cut in the latest flapper fashion, Boyish Bob.

"She's my half-sister." She remarks in a mixture of irritation and anticipation. She quickly grabs Marty and drags him off the bus with ease.

Tommy followed shortly. He had to take a moment to admire who he was working with. Ruby has come a long way since New Year's morning. He took her under his wing and had taught her the trade of being a private eye. She helped solved a few cases, the hardest case she had to solve was when a women husband faked his death and pinned it on his wife. Nothing as strange as the night in the museum happened thankfully. Along with that she has proven to be a crack shot with rifles, took him a few years to teach her to use a pistol properly, but she did fine. However recently she has been feeling down, probably being home sick. That's when a Chicago mobster came looking around. First, he heard whispers about this at local speakeasies; then people started to complain about being shake downed for info. Eventually the two managed to catch him off guard and snagged him. After interrogating him for a good few weeks, he refused to say jack. So, they went with a different tactic, they brought him to his home town. He was wanted for selling cigarettes, bathtub gin, and sleeping with the sheriff's daughter to boot. Figure being sent back home would terrify him, but he had to give the young mobster credit. He wasn't that easily convinced. They brought him into town but surprisingly there were only a few people walking around.

"Where is everyone?" Ruby asked as she looked around.

"Um I don't know. I telegrammed ahead. Should have been a few law enforcers waiting for your arrival." Tommy remarks as he looked around the street.

"Ah, heh, heh. I don't know if I should be laughing that you wasted your time or insulted that nobody cares for my rep no-more." Marty mused as he was pushed along.

The three continued on down the main road. As they do so Tommy noticed a strange commotion coming from a mill. A large group of people had gathered around, all mumbling loudly. Seeing what's going on the three walked over to the outer part of the group. As they got there, a chubby old man walked out onto stage, next to him was the towns sheriff.

"Hello everybody. As you all know my name is Lavinia Strong, CO of the Strong Lumber Company. As you also know a week ago my daughter, Lanai Strong was kidnapped by a few unsavory people. They threatened to kill her unless they receive ten thousand in cash... I-I... complied with their demands." The man now known as Mr. Strong had to stop. His face had changed from business stoic to grief and worry. He couldn't bear to go on, so the sheriff stepped in.

"Mr. Strong had agreed to the kidnapper's terms and had turned over the cash. Yet these mobsters seem to have been completely unhinged and started a shootout that resulted in two deputies and a sheriff dead. Along with that, they stole the ransom money. Seeing I can't start a man hunt with the few deputies left, I am asking all who have experience in tracking or bounty hunting to help in the capture of the Phil Jamison gang." The sheriff states as he holds up a freshly made wanted poster.

"Now Mr. Strong promises a reward of five hundred for anyone who brings Lanai home, along with a twenty-five-dollar interest upfront per day. I promise an additional five thousand for whoever brings in Phil Jamison, Bobby and Bill McGuire, and John Percy in alive, along with the ransom." The sheriff said causing everyone to mutter loudly. They were quickly silenced when Mr. Strong came back on stage with tears in his eyes.

"White or Negro, man or woman. I honestly don't give a shit. Whoever brings her home safe I will thank you. Anyone who 'handles' that little rat face pip-squeak Phil, I'll consider it a person favor that I will thank in anyway." Mr. Strong said before being pushed aside by the sheriff.

"Ignore that last part citizens, we want Phil alive. Only if you find yourself unable to bring him in alive can you kill him." The sheriff said as he nods to his deputies to drag Mr. Strong away as he screams for Phil's death. Once gone the Sheriff addressed the citizens again. "Those who wish to participate in this man hunt, please meet me at the outskirts of town by the old Mill in a few hours. Thank you all."

The crowd then slowly dispersed allowing the three to make their way to the sheriff who was now handing out wanted posters.

"Sheriff. Anderson?" Tommy asked.

"Nope, Sheriff Miles. Anderson had died during the shootout." The sheriff said.

"Oh, well sorry to hear that." Ruby said remorsefully.

"Ah, he had a good run. Now what can I do for you people." Sheriff Miles asked.

"Well originally it was to turn him in, but me and my partner may as well help with manhunt." Tommy explains as he pushes forward Marty.

"Well, Well. If it isn't Marty Briscoe. You should consider yourself lucky that Anderson isn't alive or else this conversation would include a proper beating." Sheriff Miles remarks.

"Hello Mike. Is it true about Phil?" Marty asked with a serious tone.

"Aye it's true. If I remember correctly didn't, he and his gang bullied you when you were kids?" Sheriff Miles asked.

"And teenage, actually I was his personal punching bag till I packed up and left." Marty remarks.

"Well, if you want separate cells then I can have that arranged." Sheriff Miles remarks.

"Nah, what I want is to see those fuckers bleed." Marty said as he reaches inside his tweed coat and pulls out a fat money clip.

"What's this?" Sheriff Miles asked.

"Bail. I want to join the man hunt for the Jamison gang." Marty remarks.

"Heh, yeah right. Why should I allow that? For all I know the moment you are cut loose you'll go running." Sheriff Miles states with a sarcastic chuckle.

"Actually, bringing him along isn't the worst idea." Tommy remarks.

"How so?" Sheriff Miles asked with a brow raised.

"Like you said, he was bullied by his friends when he was young. So it seems more likely he will hunt down the Jamison Gang." Tommy answers before Ruby pulls out her riffle in compact formed. "That and if he does run, he won't get far."

"You sure about that? Don't recon that doohickey can hit anything." Sheriff Miles asked as he inspect the strange device.

Feeling a little cocky, Ruby aims her rifle towards the woods, taking a deep breath she aims at a Billboard with advertisement for a new reservoir being built deep in the mountains, a few yards away. She held her breath before firing off a round that hits the O, in a billboard that reads 'Reservoir'. The bullet pierced through the tin, the tree's behind it, and nearly took the head off a greedy Racoon who was picking for scraps in the trash. Ruby then compacted her rifle, while Marty and Sheriff Miles look onward in shock at both the power and range of the rifle. They then looked at the little girls who managed to withstand that power.

"… Um, little lady… where in gods holy name did you get that?" Sheriff Miles asked as Ruby tucked Crescent Rose behind her back.

"Texas." Ruby said sweetly, to help cover the truth up.

"… Ok then." Sheriff Miles remarks, before turning to Marty. "I don't know who I should pity more. Jamison when you catch up to him, or you when you tried to cross the line."

He leaves with a pat on Marty shoulder, he didn't look him in his eyes. He already knew Marty was shivering in his boots at the idea what this girl can do if he tried to run. Tommy then gives Marty a little shove towards Ruby.

"Well, Ruby. You know the drill." Tommy remarks with a shit eating grin.

"Get supplies and ask a lot of questions." Ruby said with a smirk.

"Atta girl." Tommy remarks as he pulls out four dollars and fifty cents. "Take this and buy a few camping goods. Oh, and take Marty with you, he should know what we need for the night."

"Ok, come on Marty." Ruby said before grabbing him by his ear before dragging him across the road with a terrified look plastered on his face. "Why don't you tell me more about my sister. The one I haven't seen in four, very, long, years."

That last line sent a shiver down his Marty's back as he was dragged across town by this terrifying monster. As he was dragged of screen, Tommy takes out a cigarette and lights it. As he takes a drag from his cigarette, he looks up at the mountain side, something was off about it. Made his birthmarks itch all over again. Something that he hasn't felt since Christmas. He wondered if it was this 'Aura' that the kid has shown to do. As he walks away, the screen pulls up toward the sky. The screen then pulls down, showing that the setting was now in the woods somewhere in the mountain side. As the wind blew through the silent mountain woods, a single twig snaps before a man falls to the ground.

His cheap three-piece suit was torn, cover in dirt, and covered in blood. The skin of his face was pulled back and his eyes wide in absolute horror. He has been running all night, from the cops, and something equally horrible. That's when he hears another twig snapping. Slowly turning around, with cold sweat running down his brow, he see's nothing. That was when he noticed a shadow stepping out of the tree lines. Recognizing it he quickly ran deeper into the woods, screaming about ghosts and cursed lakes. As he was blinded by the tree's branches that bashed his face, he failed to notice the cliff side. Failing to grab anything the poor man feel, screaming all the way down. His body crashed into a poorly cut stump, impaling him on multiple splinters the screen pulls up towards the cliffside, a figure looks down from the cliff. It didn't walk out into the light, rather it remained behind in the tree lines. Only thing that can be identified of the figure, was a tattered Union soldiers' uniform.

The scene slowly goes dark. After a few moments, a comic book falls into view of the reader. On it was Ruby, holding a flashlight with a horrified yet curious look on her face. As her eyes everted to the corner, a figure covered by shadows hold a civil war era pistol pointing at her. Above were the words of this chapter arc with a small character bubbles to the side of main protagonist.

RWBY NOIR

ADMIST THE ANCIENT TREE'S

STARING:

Ruby Rose: The Silver eye Detective

Thomas Colt: The Private Investigator

Marty "Runt" Ricci: The Street Punk

Guest staring:

Marie Eva Winchester: Cultist Bounty Hunter

Hello everybody Wombag here, So this is it. The first story arc of the season. I'm so excited, as I guess all of you as well. I know this is a short chapter, but that's because this was suppose, to be part of chapter seven. But it felt a little to long to add an additional 3K word, and I wanted to add that whole Gods among us thing. In any case this preview will be added to the end of each chapter arc. Now with that said, I'll be answering your questions and comments.

From FEV Grim: Nope, though last I check mice don't hate scientist. Then again that's a pretty bad analogy what we are in this universe.

Thanks for writing FEV Grim.

From Black cross0: Best analogy I can think of, we are mice in a lab to them. (And even that' pretty crude analogy.)

Heh, heh Ruby? Trust me the choice, will shatter anyone invested in this story. You can hold that to me.

Um, somewhat. For the most part, the relationships will change with the story. I mean Yang and Marty is a possibility, but I have something very interesting planed with Jaune. Course there is the fact that they will have children of their own. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Um, yes-ish. She will get a new wooden arm, and over time as technology evolves, she will get her hands… hand, on some tec to make a new robotic limb.

Really? I thought it was because he saw the yellow sign. And well, let's just say terminal cancer sounds preferable right now. (You'll see what I mean in the next arc.)

Yep, which raises a few questions that I'll answer once I cross that bridge. Thanks, you do have the opportunity to insert your own character. (Details on how to make them is in chapter three at the bottom.) Still, do keep in mind, this is the Cthulhu mythos… ain't no such thing as a happy end.

Oh trust me, her role will be important. Especially in the next appearance. (It will be awhile but let's just say she saves someone famous.)

Sadly no, I am in college at the moment and no I don't own an HBO account.

Thanks for writing Black cross0

From Imperial Stormtrooper: Huh, didn't know you read this story I.S, well let's just say I wanted the names to be on the nose. Also, Hikari and Yami has been taken by fanfic writer Hikari and Yami.

Thanks for writing Imperial Stormtrooper

From Combine117: Heh, yeah. Surprisingly you are the first one to comment on that.

Heh, yeah. So does that mean if we clone Klien seven times Weiss will face the threat of being poison by an apple?

True… wait, I thought it was Nora. * One Quick look later; Nope, your right.

Better then a chapter, you get a comic book.

Thanks for writing Combine117

Well with that all done, I hope this little trip through the green mountains of Vermont as well. See you all in two weeks, Every Tuesday. Till December. Please support the story by Fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down below as well.

This is Wombag1786 signing off.