Don't own anything except oc's

Anywho, this was something I've had stuck in my head for some time.

Hate, love, favorite, whatever, don't really care. Hope you all like this or something around those lines.

Now! Story time...

~oOo~

Patch-

Date- Unknown

Mommies gone...she's dead. Those were the words that kept repeating in alittle roses head, as she races towards the Grimm infested forest of her home, a small island by the name of Patch. A nice place to raise a family, if your into that sort of thing.

Why she's running? Well, she just couldn't handle it. The poor thing just learned from listening to her father, Tai yang and drunkle Qrow, that her mommy, Summer Rose, is gone. Forever...she understood that...so she ran. Ignoring the screams of protest, her older sisters yells of stop. Everything. She wants to be with her mommy...she just wants this to be a dream...a cruel nightmare.

Sad to say...this is reality...

Out of energy, legs full of cuts and scratches from the branches and thorns that cover the untamed ground. Hugging and puffing, she stands right next to a tree, finally collapsing on the ground. Sadly...her sorrow...her negativity draws in unwelcomed company...

GRRR!' Whipping her tired head towards the sound of that growl. She's meeted with what's described as the bringer of destruction of man and Faunus kind, natures freak...the creatures of Grimm. A Beowulf...what kind of God would create such a monstrosity?

Her silver eyes full of fear, exhaustion seen from her heaving chest, tears from earlier replaced by the newer ones from her upcoming demise, and...acceptance? The mutant wolf creature of nightmares draws nearer towards the little rose. Seems like it's taking its sweet time, savoring her fear, her sorrow gives it strength. Burning red eyes locked on her form, hands stretch open with its white claws in full display, purple like tounge licking the upper part of its face, right on its bone white armor plating. Clutching her eyes shut, garbling onto her small red-cloak. Little red said to only thing that was on her mind the whole time.

"Mommy." She muttered lowly to herself.. But...

'BANG!'

'THUD!'

...fate has other plans...or life is basically a very complicated bitch...around there probably.

Slowly she opened her eyes when the sound of what she believe to be a gun firing, but a gun she never heared before. As a little weapon nut she heared her share of firearms. Usually from her uncle and dad sparring, or in videos of huntsman battling Grimm to even the news of Atlas troops doing their thing. It's just...this sound was something else. It was louder. It was powerful.

Looking up, she was greeted by the sole person who caused that strange sound. It was a man, she was sure of it when his voice sounded off.

"Well that was easy. What's this? Number thirteen...fifteen." The man stopped to pause, confusing the girl. He shrugged when he saw the mutant creature of hell move and struggle as small whimpers escaped its muzzle. "Awww, is wolfie ok?" The man sarcastically said outloud, walking towards the pathetic excuse of a Grimm. She saw him flip a switch on his equally strange rifle. "It's ok. It's going to be alright." Placing his right foot on its back the Beowulf stopped as it felt this human pushing it down. Next, the forest was deafened by the roars of his weapon.

'BRATATATATATA!' She had to cover her ears and wince at the extremely loud blast of his weapon.

The man turned his attention to her. Slowly he walked, she stayed where she was, still unable to move due to the exhaustion and fear. Finally she got a good look at her savior. He was garbed in clothing and fear that she could describe as weird or unseen before on this world of individuality. He was garbed in pants, a short sleeve shirt, boots and other accessories. The pants were colored in green of various shades with some brown, and had a weird pattern of splotches, black knee pads and black boots to match. She can also see another strange weapon on his right hip, a pistol if she's correct. On his left arm is strapped on touch screen pad, glowing through the darkness of the never ending wildlife. Two black elbow pads on both arms, a black vest bulked with various poaches and other items displayed to her. Last three is the strange scarf, like...thing..that's all she's got, around his neck. And the equally bulky duffle bag next to him and small backpack on his person. Finally, it's the strange symbol on his chest. Red, white and blue with stars. A flag maybe...

His brown eyes meet hers, but his is filled with worry. Stepping closer he kneels to her, all she can do is blink weakly as she starts to succumb to sleep.

"Hey. Hey! Kid stay with me." He gently shakes her, trying to keep her awake, but it's futile. "What's your name kid?" Trying to keep her awake with conversation.

Her small mouth opens to utter two words. "Ruby...Rose..."

And that's how little Ruby Roses life changed forever...

~oOo~

10 years later-

A young silver eyed female slowly trudged through the snowy ground of the forest in Patch. Eyes never straying from her patch ahead, only moving once or twice to the sides when the sounds of rustling and low growls sound off. Yet she doesn't care. Let them come. She could use the pratice, espiacially with the new weapon her dad made(with her help of course) Ruby can't wait to test out the AK he was able to finally reverse engineer after all this time.

She knows she can't use Crescent, only for emergencies or mopping the floor of someone, so her time won't be wasted.

After vistiting the grave stone of her mother, bless her soul. She had to make sure no one saw her. People who knew her, as far as they know she's been gone for ten years and Ruby wants to have it stay like that.

She wanted this walk to be peaceful actually, but in world full of evil, superpowered teens, crazy weapons that make no sense and so much color that burns her eyes at time, also add in furies who wants rights and you get no peace. As that can be plainly seen through the overly large pack of Beowulfs looking her over as she's the prey. That's funny...she's the one who's going to be on top...they're the prey this time. They die.

They lunge at her, but she dissapears. Her body gone, replaced by the petals of red roses. Distracted they look up and are meeted with the gaze of an adorable little girl...with an automatic assault rifle aimed right at their faces. Her body illuminated by the shattered moon. Finger on the trigger.

BANG!' The first victim of her weapon, top portion of its head is torn off by the round, falling on its back dead and soon dissipating into black smoke.

Soon she descends towards the ground. Soon backfliping forward when an unlucky Grimm lunges towards her, unleashing anothe precise shoot on its head, the monster stays dead. Using the momentum of her movements she fires once more tearing apart the chest of another monster. Expertly rolling to her feet when she hits the ground on her side, she aims and fires again on another lunging Beowulf, soon meeting its kin in hell.

Moving backwards to face the creatures of darkness, a lone Beowulf either brave or stupid, either one. Rushes towards her, mouth open exposing its razor sharp canines, claws at the ready. Ruby side steps and twirls when the beast tries to claw her, but soon feels the cold barrel of her weapon thrusted inside its open jaw. The Beowulf bites and claws on said weapons barrel that's stuck right inside its mouth, slowly pushing itself forward as it gives off its own version of a gag. Ruby raises both eyebrows and smiles to then revert back to her now serious expression. Pulling the trigger the Beowulfs head is blown through the back. The creature is pushed back from the force to meet the cold snow and then turn into smoke.

The Grimm are unrelentless. Getting on one knee, the girl switches her rifle from semi to now full auto. Glare on her face, but somewhat shaking in excitement on seein how this weapon goes.

BRATATATATATATATATATATATA!' The deafening sounds of what's she learned to love and embrace from all those years of training with dad, tore through the pack with ease. The non-Dust rounds tearing, ripping, shredding and mutilating the Grimm that rush into their now turned slaughter.

A survivor that made it out the conveyor belt of slaughter made a mad dash towards her, all it felt was anger, hate and bloodlust. Soon pain and the whining of death when she fired on its neck. Leaving the pathetic excuse of a natural born killer to choke to death.

Soon even more come from the trees. Gritting her teeth, but still welcoming for her now turned weapon test. She pulls out a fragmentation grenade, pulls the pin, cooks it, then drops it when the pack makes its way to her. Using her semblance to flee the scene and leave behind more petals to dance amongst the now fucked Grimm.

BOOM!' The initial explosion takes out its share of them, so does the fragmentation as it tears and pierce their black and white hides. It's still not over...not by a long shot.

The survivors continue their onslaught, but she's ready. The gunfire tears, destroys and separates limb after limb. Twirling as if she's dancing. More pivoting, more petals that surround the dead and dieing.

She pulls out her knife. Based off her adopted fathers Ka-bar. Colored in her iconic faviorites of black and red. She places her thumb on small trigger, pressing said trigger and watches as the custom circular guard rotates. The four colors of Blue, Red, Yellow and Brown glow brightly as she stops at the red.

"Burn it is then." She muttered. Twirling once more, then jabbing the blade right on a Grimms throat. Watching as its cooked alive by the literally on fire knife. Bringing her small arm down with ease as the burn dust does it job, like cutting butter with a knife...a really hot knife.

That's how it goes. The girl now stabbing, slicing and throwing apart the Grimm down on their asses as the blade brings forth burning cuts of fire, the frosting of their insides from ice, the seizure like state from the never ending volts of electricity, and lastly, the ease of piercing the bone covered heads with the earth induced dust giving the knife blade strength.

It never ends. Having enough, she kicks back from a Beowulfs chest, ignoring the yelp as she gains some distance from them. Never leaving her gaze. She realeses the now depleted magazine and replaces it, soon rasing both the Ak and her custom made knife, the former on her right and the latter on her left. The knife glowing a brilliant red; with even some flames seen dancing on the tip.

With a sound that can be compared to a jet going super sonic, which she is. The Grimm would only see a blur, then death itself.

Bodies torn, more limbs fly, the strangled cries of the monsters muffled by the never sounds of a roaring assault rifle, the swishing of fires giving the battlefield a glow, mixed in with the literal sounds of zooms from little reds semblance. More carnage, no mercy, only petals that continue to grow from these monsters current living hell. Then it stops. Finishing it off with a well placed burst fire on the last remaining wolf mutant, she flips herself to her feet with rifle on her shoulder. Body illuminated by the moon once more, knife still gripped and literally smoking from the now depleted dust, matched with her equally smoking Ak.

Doing the only thing she could at the moment. Ruby reaches from her black pouch from her red tactical vest. Pulling out her scroll she dials the only number on speed dial.

"Hello-" "OHMYGOD!" She squeals to the receiver of the call who's probably wincing and holding his scroll away from his ear at the moment. Yet she continues. "Dadyoucantbelivewhathappened!" All in one sentence, still she keeps going ignoring the growing chuckle of a familar voice.

"TheGrimmwereverywherebuttheAKwasawesomeit-"

"Woah! Woah. Woah...woah...first breath girl, you scare me when you do that." Ruby giggled a bit. "How bout telling me back at the shop, then you'll have all the time to tell me, ok?" She nodded her head with a smile still graced on her adorable face.

"Yeah!" Soon she hanged up...

And she's hugging her rifle with all her heart at the moment.

"Ohhhh! I love you so much AK...so beautiful, so perfect." Stopping herself as she then hugged her knife on her cheek.

"And I love you to!" Only to forget it was still hot from the fight from earlier...

"OWWWIE!"