AN: Hey guys, welcome to Dead Man Walking! This is my first fanfic, so I don't know what's going to happen. Hopefully well. Anyways, enjoy!

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Emerald Forest

Jackson Wesson was hiding in the trees, patiently waiting for big game to walk into his line of sight.

"*sigh* If I knew it was going to take this long, I would have brought a book or something."

Hours had passed since he holed up here, and nothing but Grimm and small game had crossed his field of view. He began to think that this trip was for nothing, but finally, a large elk had come out into the clearing.

Jackson's eyes practically popped out of his skull once he saw it. "Oum, that thing is huge! It can feed me for the next two months. And it will!"

Once he had gotten out of his drooling state, he composed himself and got into a stable position.

Reaching out next to him, he brought out his bow and quiver. The bow itself was a 64 inch Bear Glass Powered Recurve with a drawback of 44 pounds. It's 63 years old, a family heirloom, but it looks to be in pristine condition, aside from the grip, which has been worn down and discolored from constant handling. The bow has been discontinued, and only a handful remain due to being replaced with the technologically superior compound bows currently manufactured. Getting an up-to-date bow was no issue, but he had developed a bond with the Bear over the years, with it's seemingly eternal mint condition and the swift and silent kills it carries out. To abandon it now would be nothing short of a crime.

Pulling an arrow out of his quiver, he slows his breathing and prepares for the shot. Loosening his arms, he pulls back his arrow, all the way back to the corner of his mouth. Pulling back the bow would require much more force than compound bows, but after years of using it, it feels like pulling on a rubber band. All his focus is then put on the elk, everything surrounding it turning to a dull blur. Taking into account wind speeds, distance, and the drop of the arrow, he adjusts accordingly, now only waiting on the perfect moment. Its body was parallel to his own, preventing him from getting a clean shot and a quick and (mostly) painless death. After another minute or so of waiting, the elk had turned its body, giving him an opening for a clean shot. He took a second to make sure everything was properly accounted for, and let go.

Jackpot.

The arrow whistled through the air, and hit the elk, going through both lungs and out the opposite side. The severity and shock of the attack kept the elk from taking 5 steps as it collapsed.

"YEAH BABY!" he cheered as he jumped down from his spot. After landing, his figure was no longer obscured and was visible for anyone to see.

Standing at an impressive 6 feet 3 inches, Jackson had brown tan skin, dry and rugged for being out in the forest for so long. He had an above average build with broad shoulders. At age 16 (soon to be 17), his deep voice made him much more intimidating. His hair was jet black, and he had a fair amount of stubble from not shaving. However, his most prominent feature were his eyes. Ever since birth, his eyes were a slightly dull gold color, leaving people mesmerized at his appearance. He wore camouflage pants with brown combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up.

Walking up to the animal, he could already taste the elk jerky in his mouth. As he was nearing it, he heard a rustle in the bushes nearby, causing him to immediately pull out his revolver and aim it at the source of the disturbance.

His revolver was a .500 Magnum, with a capacity of 5 rounds in the cylinder, sacrificing capacity for power. The barrel was 8.5 inches long, and has enough recoil for any inexperienced gunmen stupid enough to shoot it have it flying back at their face and breaking their nose. It has a dark grey coating on it, along with a small red symbol above the grip and behind the cylinder. It appears to be a skull and crossbones, but instead, the crossbones are replaced with a revolver and a large knife.

After a few seconds, a small Ursa cub popped out of the bushes, attracted here by the smell of fresh blood.

Jackson relaxes and, surprisingly, begins to smile. "Heh, reminds me of a little buddy of mine." The cub notices him, and suddenly goes cowers back into the bushes, hoping he would go away.

He lets out a chuckle, and turns toward the elk. "You're just hungry, aren't you?" Pressing a button on the revolver, it begins to transform.

The grip aligns itself with the barrel, and a guard wraps around his hand, with rectangular bumps on the outer edge, similar to brass knuckles. The barrel then flattens out and begins to widen, sharpening at one side and curving inwards to a pointed tip. Little segments of the blade create a triangular gap at the bottom of the blade, giving it a serrated edge. All in all, it transforms into a serrated bowie knife/brass knuckles

After the transformation, he then proceeds to cut off a leg from the elk, the serrated edge giving it a saw like effect, making it easier to cut through the bone. Once it's done, he turns back toward the bushes, finding the cub still there.

"Here," he said, tossing the limb in front of the bush as the knife returned to its revolver form.

The cub popped its head out, sniffing the leg, before slowly coming out of the bush and glancing at the man that tossed it to it.

"Consider it a peace treaty," he said, making no move to hide the amusement in his voice.

After a moment of indecision, the cub finally gives in and chows down on the leg meat. It was everything the little Grimm had wanted and more.

Jackson walked towards the cub, getting down on one knee and began to pet it.

"Seems like you haven't eaten in a while little guy, where's your momma?"

Suddenly, his face paled and his smile disappeared as he realized his mistake.

He turned around in an attempt to defend himself, but he was too late as Momma Grimm was already on top of him, hammering him into the ground, and obliterating his Aura in the process.

Before he could recover, the Grimm had gone at him, clawing at his chest and stomach area, eliciting a blood curdling scream as the claws cut deep into his body. Paralyzed from the pain, he was at the mercy of the Ursa. The Grimm flipped him over, and proceeded to do the same thing to his backside. His screams could be heard for miles as he was going through immeasurable pain.

After what seemed like an eternity in Hell, the Grimm finally seemed to let up, moving towards her cub to check to see it it was injured. But Jackson knew it would come back for him. With his shattered Aura and all the strength he could muster, he pulled his revolver from its holster and took aim. He would have to wait until the very last second to shoot, otherwise it would fly out of his hands and it would be game over.

Momma Grimm had finally focused back on him, and was revving up to pound him into a fatal submission. After a moment, she suddenly charged at him, gaining momentum the closer she got to him. And once she was about to come down on top of him, he fired.

BAM!

The shot made contact with the Ursa, and blew off the back of its head. It slams into the ground, mere inches from him, before it begins to disappear.

The shot had caused the gun to fly out of his hands and end up 4 feet away from him, his arm giving out.

He was breathing heavily as he was bleeding from every cut he got. His half-semblance had kicked in, but it was too late to save him from these wounds. "3 years. That's not a bad run." He paused for a moment. "It's not exactly a good one either."

His vision began to blur and darken as his consciousness slowly began to leave him, along with his blood.

But, before blacking out, he saw something strange.

Three blurs had appeared in his vision, one of them being very faint because of the darkness surrounding his vision. But the other two were bright, vibrant colors.

Red and Yellow.

Before he could make sense of it, he passed out from blood loss.

...

Ruby, Yang, and Blake landed in the Emerald Forest on a locate and exterminate mission, finding and killing any Grimm they see, and prevent overpopulation.

Ruby and Yang were excited that they were given the chance to kill Grimm, but Blake seemed indifferent.

Yang took notice of her partner's lack of emotion. "Come on Blake, we've been stuck in classes all week! Aren't you finally excited to to be going out and doing stuff?"

Ruby joined in on the conversation. "Yeah, we'll be killing Grimm, and looking totally cool while doing it!"

Even with their attempts to excite her, Blake didn't bite. "The only thing I want to do is head back to our dorm and read my book." Little did the sisters know that Blake's book, "Ninjas of Love" was MUCH more than what it seemed.

"You're no fun," Yang grumbled. "At least Weiss would take some interest in this."

"Yeah, it stinks that she couldn't be here with us," Ruby said. "Where did she go again?"

"She said something about heading back home to talk about her future inheritance." Blake said, actually contributing to the conversation.

Before the trio could continue their discussion, they heard a scream echo through the forest.

"Someone's in trouble!" Ruby said, suddenly concerned and alert.

Another scream spread throughout the forest, urging the girls to jump into action. They began to head in the general direction the scream originated from. After a few minutes, nothing could be heard.

They all came to a stop, angered that they haven't found the source of the outburst yet.

"Damn it, where did it come from?!" Yang growled out.

To answer her question, a gunshot rang out through the whole forest, much louder and more precise.

"It came from that way!" Ruby said, pointing northeast of their current location.

Heading in that direction, they had come into a clearing, and what they saw shocked and horrified them.

Laying in the middle of the clearing, there was a teenage boy, whose clothing was torn to shreds and deep cuts covering his body from the neck down, in a puddle of his own blood. 4 feet away from him laid a large revolver, and even farther away from that, laid his bow and quiver, arrows littering the area around them. Just as they reached him, he lost consciousness, leaving them unable to figure out what happened until later.

"Yang, call in an emergency Bullhead, tell them we've got a critically wounded civilian!" Ruby ordered.

Yang immediately complied, getting on her scroll and calling in a medevac. As she was doing that, she noticed the elk at the edge of the clearing, with a wound where it's lungs are located, and its sawed off leg nearby. Right as she saw that, she saw a little figure scamper off into the forest. She paid no attention to it, what she was curious about was why was a teenage boy hunting big game with outdated weaponry? Especially all by himself? Before she could dive any deeper, Yang was finally patched through to Ozpin.

"Professor Ozpin! We came across a severely wounded boy in the forest and we need a Bullhead sent our way as soon as possible!"

Blake decided to put aside the questions for now. There would be plenty of time for answers once he, if he does, recover and wake up.

AN: And that's the first chapter! I think it went pretty well, but that's for you guys to decide. Since it's my first fic, I'm open to any suggestions on how it could be improved. Also, HUGE shoutout to DatRtfantho, for going over this and helping me out where it was needed. He's got a really good thing going on, called RWBY: Desertion. It's finished, and he's already started a sequel to it, so go check it out.

See ya (hopefully) soon!