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A cowboy finds himself thrown into a new world, one with powers and monsters unlike any he's seen before. The monsters he meets are more dangerous than any he's met before, and the powers he discovers exceed that of a human's. With his t...
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Chapter 4 - Remnant
Date Unknown, Country Unknown, World Unknown - Day 4
Lancaster POV:
I’m falling. Falling ain’t good, especially with a bad shoulder and not knowing where you are. I attempt to open my eyes to see where I’ve been placed. It’s dark, so that gives me the indication that it’s night wherever this place is. Once my eyes adjust to the dark, I see something below me, and it’s not a pretty sight. Below me is a forest, a very big one, and I am falling at a very rapid pace towards it. Now as far as I'm concerned, I’m more worried about how I survive this, and less about where the hell I am. An idea arises within me, though it’s not the best.
I pray to God this works.
I close in on a tall pine tree, barely catching the top of it, and holding onto it as best I can, make it fall over, changing the direction of my fall. As I brace for the crash, the tree catches an adjacent log -already fallen- and stops, throwing me off the tree after giving me a minor concussion.
Sweet Mother of Charlie, that worked.
I think I’ll rest for a moment, regain my thoughts. I walk over and sit next to the tree that miraculously saved my life.
Yukon: “God bless you, Mother Nature.”
I take a moment to notice that all of my belongings have been scattered around, no doubt from the sudden stop of the tree. Looking around, I see my bow and quiver, the gleam of my pistol, revolver and my satchel full of ammo. I quickly pull myself up from the tree and move around in the dark to gather my things. Once I pick up my satchel I pull out a small bottle of oil, and break of a piece of a nearby branch. Dousing the top in oil, I pull out a lighter and light it, creating a torch. Then I set off to find out about this place I have been thrown into.
Getting a source of light was the easy part, the harder part was trying to find an exit to a forest that you’ve never been in, and to do it at night. At least there was light from the moon, directly above…
Is the moon supposed to be in fragments like that?
When I look up to admire the moon, I’m immediately caught off-guard, for the moon I know and love has been broken into pieces, leaving a permanent ‘half moon’. There are still big chunks of the moon around it, however. But that still doesn’t explain how that even happened in the first place.
Yukon: “Am I even in the States anymore? Last I checked, the moon was safely above Earth, not destroyed.”
That question can wait. I need to figure out how to get out of here. Wait. If that portal took me to a different place, then Bullet is back in New Orleans without me. This is bad.
With a newfound motivation to find the exit to the forest, I pick up the pace, eager to get back to the Westworld that I know.
Running around in a forest in the dark with a torch as light is not the way I wanted to end a Saturday. Yet here I am, trying to find a way out of this forsaken place. It occurs to me that if I get high enough, I might be able to find the closest end to this jungle. Looking for a tree that looks accessible to scale, I make my way to the top. As I scan the area around me, I see a silhouette of a cliffside.
That might be my best bet, considering there’s no other end of the forest that I can see.
Just as my luck would have it, the branch I’m on snaps, letting me know that my weight was too much to handle. Of course, what would this adventure be if I didn’t break a bone at least once? On the way down however, I hit a branch and land on the ground a few meters below, dislocating my shoulder. I wanted to scream, but I realize I may not be the only being in this forest. So with that, I silence myself, and mentally prepare for what I’m about to do. Once I’m in position, I pop my shoulder back into place, with a sickening pop heard.
This one feels worse than the other times I’ve had to relocate a part of my body.
Once I think I’m clear, I start making my way to the big cliffside, hoping to find a way up. But the universe has unsurprisingly decided i haven’t hated my stay enough, so to make my Saturday evening worse, I hear a growl in some bushes.
Yukon: “Of course. Why did I even think this place wouldn’t have wolves. Alright, Okay, ‘White Fang’, show me what you got!”
Once I say this, a black wolf about my size comes out of the bushes. It has black fur, along with bony extensions jutting out along its back, with the main attraction being the skull on its face, and the glowing yellow eyes.
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Yukon: “You...are not a wolf.”
Immediately the monster lunges towards me, I duck and roll under it, and before I can fully recover the beast has caught itself, and come back. I might need to use my weapons.
I pull out my revolver, already loaded, and proceed to fire at the creature before me. I must’ve been shaking, because I could not land a solid hit on it.
Clearly I’m not in a good state of mind right now. I’d better leave.
Out of nowhere, more of the creature appear, prompting me to hightail my way out faster. I do a full turnabout and bolt out of the clearing, faster than before, with the adrenaline flowing soundly through my arteries.
Yukon: “I just wanted to get paid. Probably get a nice shot of whiskey, but apparently that’s too much to ask for.”
I slide under a fallen tree and jump to the right, effectively avoiding a tackle from one of the black wolf-things. I had no ammo left, and I had a feeling my bow wouldn’t be much use, considering I could barely land a hit before with the revolver, and even if I did, the bullet did nothing, so what good would sticks with rocks and feathers on the ends do? I look up and see the cliffside. I’m almost there, I can make it.
One hell of a forest to roam about in. I’m surprised there weren’t more creatures in there.
I’m on the edge of the forest when I hear a noise. It’s a faint one, but I hear it. And it sounds...familiar. I hear it again.
Is that...neighing? No, it can’t be. My ears must be deceiving me.
Against my better judgement, I run back into the forest, eager to find what I hope to be my most precious treasure somewhere in the copse I’m embracing. Despite Mother Nature being cruel to me in numerous ways, I’ll forgive them if they allow me this one clemency.
When I finally make my way through the brush, my heart eases and I recall the first five words I said out loud when I landed in this new world.
God bless you, Mother Nature.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, the cowboy's now made it into the world of RWBY! This is where the real story begins, so I apologize for the wait. Anyway, let's see where the story takes our wonderful Yukon Marston.
