Dark, Bloodied characters in Remnant

Chapter 15

Helloo.

dont wrry. legendarylegend28 is coming soon, about 1-3 chaps away. unless people want something else.

I dont actually know what to do with dwayne

"Ow, that hurts!"

"Shh! He'll see us!"

"Did you just assume it's gender?"

"Quiet, or he really will find out."

Today was a different day for team RWBY, a very different day. Whether it was because they were not able to sleep the night before for some reason; today was a strange day.

Saddled with yet another boring mission, they were once again collecting sap that could be found within the trees of Emerald Forest. But that all changed once the leader beckoned the rest of her team to come on over to her position.

They all hid in cover of an unusually large green bush, either lying on the grass or crouching.

"Uh, Ruby...what in the world is that?" An arm draped in white shot over her head, towards the spectacle of the century.

The four of them observed a walking rock in a clearing. It was grey and looked like it would have a rough texture if they were to rub their hands over it. A particularly large rock formation, rectangle in size moved seperately from the main body, it sported chains that wrapped it's surface.

"I don't know, but it looks like a person!"

"Ruby, what rocks have you been looking at?"

Unperturbed by the rudeness of that sentence, the younger girl watched the walking rock in ultra awe.

A giant curved something hung on Dwayne Johnsons's shoulder, it was dark, and resembled a smashing weapon, from the lack of any kind of sharp blade.

Maybe it was a transforming weapon?

But it looked too primitive to be one. It lacked complex exterior design, instead sporting a simple, crude kind of art.

Without any warning, the smash tool was taken into two hands, placing the rectangle thing on his back.

"Looks like a stray beowolf."

The rock-man slowly hiked to the black monster, placing little effort into stride.

The evil thing lunged into a scratch at his armor, and continued to claw all frenzy-like without getting anywhere significant. A second later, it was flattened with a large hammer-like thing. It writhed on the grass, howled into the warm afternoon sky, and disappeared from existence in some kind of mist.

"Oh my gosh! Eek-ap!"

"Quiet, you dunce, or we'll really get caught!"

"Don't scratch me!"

"Ergh!"

It deformed into bickering, and before long, the object of interest has already disppeared from sight. The rock wandered the Emerald Forest until he met the border, where it first met signs of life after a mega-sleep.

The stone thing strolled down a sidewalk in the city of Vale. The part that looked like a face kept swivelling around, amused by the strides of living how different things looked from the time of the rock. On his sides were his stone arms, which held in their stone hands; a protective barrier made of stone and a tool meant to flatten things.

Metallic contraptions whizzed along a much broader, darker path, carrying with them loud blares of some sort of war-horn. The people he passed wore clothing that would usually be seen on the skin of royalty, they were often pretty and colorful. Compared to the bland greys found on many commoners way back when.

Due to the size of the walking stone, the passers often had to tilt their bodies to the side, allowing passage without touching the other. They often did with a confused glance up and down the rock's jagged details.

He passed buildings with glass that allowed him a peek into interiors filled with all kinds of things. There were weapons for many combatants on display.

This shop lacked any kind of flair, if an eye were to glance over it, there would be nothing to keep its attention.

A cancer curved sword, for the cheapest of dexfags, it hung on the back wall, behind and above the aged shopkeep. Straight swords, for the most basic of fighters, and even longbows were strewn about. But the familiar blades were to be drowned by the multitude of strange sticks, basic in design. The longer ones resembled staves, of the kind used by sorcerers, but seemed to...

Ahh, perfect.

They seemed too perfect to be staves of that sort, rather a walking stick employed by an elderly man to help him stand up straight. The shorter variants simply lacked the length of the others, why it would; the reason was lost on the living rock.

Above the entrance door, was the establishment's title. A stranger lightly placed a hand on his rocky shoulder, only to help himself pass the standing stone.

The next keep over, and the difference between the two were like night and day. Where the arms shop kept a tasteless, uninteresting aesthetic, this following interior was styled with bright colors, able to grab hold of the attention of an onlooker. It was the kind of place where royals would purchase their jewelry, a large viewing space where they would convene over what kind of crystal they would take home with them. A total of two had entered the resin shop, who had decided to make a purchase.

Dwayne Johnson leaned towards the glass, and found that the main attraction, other than the tasteful flair, was a strange kind of powder on display. Alongside colored crystals, which were laid out individually as if each piece was the possesion of nobility, forever out of the hands of commoners.

It seems that even now, all different kinds of pine resins were famous for the effects they brought about with the use. But the gems; he had no idea what their effects were.

He glossed over the place, then left to explore the new town, taking in the new sights.

But before long, the afternoon turned to evening, and brought with it the spread of night. Not even after the final ray of sunshine disappeared, some nighttime gang-gankers appeared.

The rock was exploring the wonderful smell of the nighttime shore when it hapened.

One of the gang-gankers covered his entire head with a ski mask, and carried a lead pipe in two hands. To the left of the night-time criminal, a person held the glass neck of a shattered container of alcoholics, riddled with sharp spikes thirsty for flesh. The opposite of this evildoer was a slumped over man, holding a half-empty bottle of beer, with it's contents still swirling inside. He leaned on his standing buddy's shoulders.

"Ahahahaha*hic*...get i'm boiiis!"

The ski mask man ordered his two lackeys forward, and charged towards Dwayne himself.

"Ahahahahahah-Oof!" The slumped-over man frantically gaffed one out, before his standing partner left his side, leaving him to fall onto the concrete and travel to Restland, where dreams really do come true. The other lackey, with the broken glass bottle followed behind his leader, his makeshift weapon glistened in the Dock's streetlights.

The two men charged towards Dwayne Johnson, unknowingly drunk off of a night out. The living rock turned around without taking a step, all thanks to lock-on strats.

In the leader's drunken haze, he tripped his own feet, knocking himself over, and joining his comrade-in-arms in the journey to the land of eternal rest. His subordinate, loyal to the end, followed him, immediately faceplanting himself into the concrete, and into the age of dark.

From behind the unconscious men, a darkness hid the true master mind.

"I knew those three couldn't do it."

"Well, then. It's up to me to take care of this mess."

A man stepped out of the covers of night. An unforgettable feature had formed on his face, where the face of a human once rest, now exists only a brown bag, detailed only by the snipped-out circles at the front, filled only with the darkness of humankind.

The bag-man darted through the ground beneath him and the rock, lifting a broken glass in one hand.

It crashed against the greyness of the rock, and crumbled into particles of light. He lifted the smashing tool over his head with both of his hands. As if the mastermind had been placed under a giant operational hydraulic press, he was flattened.

Beaten, defeated, and sprawled on the cold concrete, his strains voiced a thought.

"I...I was defeated...Impossible."

"Is t-this, is this the strength of...of god?"

Within a second, the text that answered him painted the inside of his head in bold words.

U CAINT N0K IT DOUN.

U NO THAT U FOUN

THE WALL

THEWALL

NO 0nE On ERTH CAN MAKE IT FAWL