Jaune the Grimm

Chapter 1: Into Hell

Merlot Sciences research and containment facility, Location Classified

Jaune ran through the hall of whatever facility he was in. Alarms blared as red lights flashed constantly. He slammed into the wall before pushing off it and continuing his sprint. He had peach skin and an average build. He also had messy, blond hair and blue-colored eyes. He wore a Pumpkin-Pete hoodie, slightly ripped jeans, and simple bumblebee-colored shoes.

"T-The way out…" he rasps as he turned another corner, fear controlling his face, "Where is it?!" he yells in a full panic.

He rounded another corner and was met with the black ooze. It traveled and crawled across the walls, floor, and ceiling… towards him. He stumbled back before spinning on his heel and turning back around the previous corner. He skidded to a stop, noticing the hall he had come from was covered in a similar ooze. He hears gunfire and screams behind him, pushing him forward.

"C-Crap!" He turned, quickly finding another hallway before sprinting down it. "H-How…" He shook his head tears welling up in his eyes, "It made it past the containment… That means… Mom… Dad… Blanc…"

He turned down another hall, running into an open room. He skidded to stop. The room gave him multiple ways to go, almost all of them were covered in ooze. He shook his head before charging down the sole path without ooze.

His eyes widened, "The way out!" He sprinted towards the checkpoint of the facility. To not only escape, but to shut the door behind him and keep the ooze in the facility. He then noticed someone at the checkpoint already, a man in some uniform. "Atlas?" He waved his arms at the man, "HEY! LET ME-"
The checkpoint's doors flashed with red lights as they began to close.
Jaune's eyes widened once again, "H-HEY! W-WAIT! I-I'M NOT INFECTED! I-"

A gunshot fired off, nailing Jaune's right knee. He fell to the ground, clutching his knee and letting out a scream of pain. His mind went numb and his limb burned. He cried out, looking upward to see the doors closing. He began to crawl forward out desperation. He could feel the ooze crawl up his leg, seeping into his wound.

He reached out towards the doors, the Atlas soldiers, "H-Help me…" The ooze crawled over his body and began to travel up his neck. "H-Help…" The ooze crawled over his hair and began to cover his eyes. The last thing he saw were the doors shutting and the ooze covering his hands before covering his vision and silencing his scream by crawling into his mouth.

The solid ooze cracked and Jaune coughed before crawling out of the shell of ooze. "F-Fuck…" He slowly stood, "W-What… happened?" He looked around. The ooze, which covered the walls, floor, and ceiling, was gone. The only trace of it was the cast of solid ooze behind him. He stepped forward before realizing his wound on his right leg was gone. "What… the hell?"

He shook his head before making his way to the shut door before him. He dug his fingertips into the space between the doors. He grunted as he tried to open the doors. It didn't budge… until black ooze began to spread from his hands and stretching across the doors.
Jaune opened his eyes, taking a step back, "W-What…" his world turns into swirling gray.

"Ozpin doesn't know you exist Cinder."

Jaune groaned, his ears ringing, "Cinder? Ozpin?" He shook his head before looking at the open door. "The ooze… opened the door?" He was taken aback, "What the hell is happening? What's happening to me?" He shook his head, "I need help…" He quickly made his way out of the facility, or what was left of it anyway despite being blinded.

The voices persisted, ringing throughout his head. "We all will remain here." "But mistress-"

"Silence. We cannot follow through with our plans with Beacon Tower standing, and Cinder will topple it. End of discussion." One commanding one screams throughout his head louder than the others. Feminine, but also foreign to him, unnatural and very dark.

"Yes Mistress" another is Male. It's clearly displeased at the commanding dark voice.

"Off with all of you. Cinder make your plan, I am putting my trust in you."

"Yes, mistress." The final one is also feminine, and clearly afraid of the dark voice. They overwhelm his senses until they stop.

He gasps "What. Was. That?" he asks himself between heavy hacking coughs. Black fluid is what he is spitting up. He starts vomiting and it doesn't stop until he feels the nausea and breathlessness leave him.

Finally able to move he stumbles out of the forest and into the grassland wilderness outside the destroyed facility. He could see the town below. "Help…" He then began to make his way towards the town. He tries to climb down, but slips and rolls all the way down the hill.

He picks himself up, stumbles into town. He hid behind a fence and looked at the clothing rack before him. He looked down at his body. His clothes were in ruin, either covered in ooze or, strangely ripped. He looked at the clothing rack, noting the clothing which would probably fit him.

"Sorry." He vaulted over the fence, sprinting forward and snatching at several pieces of clothing. He then vaulted back over the fence, running off to somewhere.
He found a hidden area and attempted to get dressed. He was too busy, thinking about leaving the facility. He finally realized the foxlike tail which was attached at his lower back.

He went wide-eyed, "What the hell?" He watched his new-found tail straightened, emoting surprise. It was a golden-yellow with a black end. It swayed back and forth. "What?" He raised his hand and touched his head, finding nothing. "Okay…" He looked at his tail, "What the hell is happening?!"

He then shook his head, "I need help. Real help."
He finally got dressed in his new clothing. He now wore a yellow, low-cut, long-sleeved shirt with a black trimming; a hooded denim vest, and black cargo shorts. And he still wore his previous shoes. He had ripped his shorts waistline, freeing his tail.
He shook his head before making his way into the village. He noted the stares of people, their sneers and their curses in his direction. He mumbled to himself, "This is what it's like to be a Faunus?" He entered the nearest inn.

The manager scowled at him, "We don't accept Faunus in here! Get the hell out!"
Jaune flinched before quickly making his way out, "Crap…"

A female voice spoke, "Not from around here, are you?" She had slightly-dark skin with

dark spots here and there, and she had a lean build. She also had brown hair pulled into a ponytail that curled upward, and she had pale blue eyes. She wore a black tank-top, a dark-green, off-the-shoulder sweater, slightly-ripped jeans, and black, high-heeled boots.

Jaune turned to her, "What?" He looked around before nodding, "Oh… Yeah. No I ain't"

She leaned forward with a polite smile, "You alright there?" She chuckled, "Seem kinda out of it."

He nodded, "Yeah… I guess I am." "What an understatement" he thinks to himself.

She smiled, "The name's Ilia—Ilia Amitola."

He spoke absentmindedly, "Jaune—Jaune Arc. Ladies love it."

She raised a brow, "Do they?"

He looked confused, "Who? What?"

She simply gave a look, putting her hands on her hips.
He blinked, "I said the thing about ladies loving my name, didn't I?"
She nodded.

He scratched the back of his head, "Sorry about that. Blame my dad, he kind of crammed that type of stuff into my head."

She asked innocently, "Oh, where're your parents?"

He blinked, "My…" He stumbled back, "Did they?" He put his hand against his head remembering the shot and the screams… "Oh, god. I'm probably the only one who made it…" Tears began to well up in his eyes, "Everything went to hell so fast… It's still just a blur, but… Everyone's gone…"

Ilia had a look of concern, "H-Hey, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tread on anything."

Jaune shook his head, "N-No… It's-It's fine. Don't worry about it."

She smiled in an assuring manner, "How about I treat you to something?" She shrugged, "Least I could do."

He blinked his tears away before shaking his head, "Yeah… sure." They began to walk before Jaune asked, "Why're you here?"

She leaned in and whispered, "Ever heard of the White Fang?"

He nodded, "Yeah…"

She smiled, "There's a major meeting tonight, and I'm hoping that they're recruiting."

She blinked, "Why don't you come along?"

He was nervous, "Uh…" He shook his head, "I'm not sure…"

She gave a friendly punch to his shoulder, "Come on. Your one of us, right? We gotta stand together."

He looked off to the side, mumbling, "I have nowhere else to go…" He raised his head, reaffirming to himself, "Yeah. I'll join you." "Maybe they can help me, or at least point me in Atlas' direction. I need answers, or if not revenge for doing this to me!"

Okay guys that was chapter 1, I hope you're liking what You're seeing. Don't worry my other stuff is in the pipeline. I just couldn't let this excellent story go to waste. Thanks to GeronimoDeadMan for letting me adopt it.

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