Spirits of Vengeance

(AN: I love Jaune Arc as a character and just love Robbie Reyes on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Then after watching Volume 4 I saw that Jaune now has a drive for vengeance. So I decided to mix it up and realized what I could do with this. A few months later and here we are. Now that's out of the way, let's rock!)

Disclaimer: Do I look like the owner of Rooster Teeth or Marvel?

Chapter 1: Seeking Vengeance

Vengeance - (noun) punishment inflicted or retribution exacted for an injury or wrong.

(Mistral Streets) (Night)

Two White Fang trucks were speeding down the streets, hoping to escape their pursuer.

"No one said that HE would be in the area!" The driver yelled to his passenger as he drove like a bat out of hell. He could hear his other partner crying to himself in the backseat, praying to god.

"Last I heard, he was operating on the other side of the kingdom!" His passenger said.

"You're so wrong you dumb fu-" The roar of a demonic engine roared behind the cars and literally everyone pissed themselves.

"I'm so sorry." Was all the guy in the backseat repeated as they knew that they were all screwed.

The passenger look out the window and behind them and saw a black 1969 charger chasing after them. Only difference from a normal car was that fire was being expelled through the blower and the wheels were aflame, leaving a trail of fire behind them.

He saw the face of the driver and was greeted with a roar of a monster.

*BANG*

The driver turned to see that the guy in the back seat shot himself to escape his fate. "Coward." The driver said.

He heard the crunch of metal and the scream of his fellow members. He knew the truck to his right was gone and everyone inside was dead. When HE is involved, death is an absolute.

The passenger took a peak out the window again and yelled "HE'S GONE!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT HE'S GONE?! WHERE THE FUCK COULD HE HAVE GONE?!" The driver screamed in panic.

He felt fear creep up his spine and looked out the window to his left and saw the charger from hell itself right beside him, with the driver itself standing on top of the roof of the car as it drove itself.

The monster was a masculine figure in a black racer suit with a white rectangular logo emblazoned on the chest as it stood there. Its head looked like a skull helmet that also worked as a face along with having a large open indent in the forehead. In the black eyeholes, orange embers were lit up, causing fire to pour out of the sides of his mouth, his eyes, and out of the indent.

In its hands was two short swords attached onto both ends of chain by the pommel.

"RUUUOOOOAHHHHHGHHH!" It roared like a beast straight from Hell itself.

The driver prayed to god.

The monster chucked one short sword into the window of the truck, missing the driver, but impaling its way through the neck of his passenger, killing him and leaving a spray of blood onto the seat of the truck.

The sword changed into a crowbar and the monster yanked on the chain, pulling the dead man's body through the window and whizzing past the only living White Fang member in the truck.

The monster look at the body before changing the crowbar back into a short sword and pulling it out of the dead man's neck. He brought up his right hand and fire engulfed it. The monster slapped it onto the dead body and it instantly incinerated, turning the carcass into ash that blew away in the winds.

"WHY?!" The driver screamed.

The monster didn't respond, it phased through the roof of its car and zoomed in front of the truck and hit the brakes. The truck crashed into The Hell Charger, which caused the truck to crash but didn't it even budge The Hell Charger.

The White Fang member quickly got out of his truck with a double-barreled shotgun in his hands. His hands were shaking, but he still pointed it at The Hell Charger.

He heard a car door open and then close. The monster walked around the car and stood in front of his soon-to-be victim.

He fired a shot at the monster, but the pellets only bounced off of him. The monster just stood there. The driver took another shot only for the same outcome.

He threw his shotgun onto the ground and screamed "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HAVE THE GHOST RIDER TO COME AFTER ME?!"

The Ghost Rider then said "You are guilty of the murder of seven people and the crippling of a young boy."

"I was under orders! What else was I supposed to do?" The Fang member was lifted by his throat single-handedly by The Ghost Rider.

The Ghost Rider looked straight into his eyes and asked "Where is Adam Taurus?"

"Belle Street, Belle Street for the love of god! He'll be there tomorrow! I just want to live!" The sack of shit that was a high-ranking member of The White Fang was now a blubbering mess of tears.

"Your actions have consequences. I'm just delivering your punishment." The Ghost Rider said.

A circle of fire formed under the fang member. Chains wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso. Spikes erupted from the edges and trapped the Faunus in them as a cage.

"Eternal Damnation." The Ghost Rider said. He let go of The Fang member and he was dragged to Hell screaming. The spikes and circle of fire disappeared into nothing.

The Rider jumped into his car and drove off, planning out his next course of action.

As he did so, he look at himself in the rearview mirror and thought of what he has become.

'You okay, kiddo?' A voice asked in his head.

"It's nothing, Eli." The Rider said.

'Is it about Taurus? We are so close to getting him' Eli said.

"For once, I'm not focused on taking him down. I just… never thought that I would end up like this." The Ghost Rider said.

'It may not be the most savory job, but it's our responsibility. We're using the tools at our disposal to dispense justice against the wicked and protecting the innocent." Eli stated.

"I'm happy with that, really, I just feel… alone. I may have you, but a second soul isn't exactly company." The Rider said.

'I know. But we don't have anyone who could help us. The only guys who are useful are back in Vale and communications are still out over there.'

As Eli mentioned Vale, The Rider couldn't help but to think of his life choices so far.

He remembered his nice childhood, entering Beacon as a fraud, befriending RWBY, becoming JNPR's leader, the late-night training with his best friend, the Vytal Festival Tournament, and everything going to hell.

That damn tournament is where it all happened. People got hurt, Grimm ran wild, the machines were hacked, White Fang attacked, that Amber girl was killed, Blake was stabbed, Yang lost an arm, Ozpin disappeared, the dragon showing up, and hearing about the soul-crushing news that… Pyrrha Nikos was murdered.

He lost it after that, he heard from Ruby that the bitch who caused everything was named Cinder Fall and that she claimed to be from Haven Academy. Professor Goodwitch told him that part after meeting up with her when the chaos settled down.

It was a blur after that as in his rage, he found a random bike that happened to belong to Yang (he realized that part after arriving in Mistral), looted an abandoned dust store to keep the bike fueled, and drove off to Mistral without having a plan in mind. He realized that part when he was halfway there and lost his armor with hoodie. He loved that hoodie for goodness sake, he sent in fifty box tops for it!

For the latter half of the trip he went over the facts and thought about a plan.

Simple version: kill Cinder Fall. She was the mastermind and commanding force. She would probably be in Mistral with her accomplices Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black.

In hindsight, it was a shitty and undeveloped plan.

But he was thankful that he went through with it, otherwise he wouldn't be where he was today.

'Jaune. Do you remember when you became The Rider?' Eli asked out of the blue.

"Of course, it's kinda hard to forget the day I died." The Ghost Rider said as he remembered the day before he became The Rider, the last day he could say that he was normal.

(One Month Ago)

(Mistral) (8:00 AM)

Jaune Arc woke up and stepped out of bed, he silently slunk to the kitchen of his tiny one-bedroom apartment.

He poured himself a bowl of Pumpkin Pete's cereal, walked over to the couch, and turned on the TV.

"I'm Lisa Lavender and joining us for an interview is none other than Beacon's ex-combat teacher, Glynda Goodwitch." The reporter on the television said.

Jaune leaned forward as he ate, curious as to what was going on over there since he left.

"Ms. Goodwitch, it's been six months since Beacon and Vale were overtaken. Have you or any of your colleagues made any advancement to the reclamation of Vale?" Lisa asked.

"Sadly, no. We have wiped out half of the Grimm at this point, but we are having trouble getting help in exterminating the rest." Glynda said as the camera cut to her.

Jaune was surprised that such progress was made. "Figured it'd take longer." He said to himself.

"Are there any lead of the identity of the hacker who disrupted the systems of the Vytal festival or turned the Atlas AK-200's onto the people of Vale?" Lisa asked.

"We do have a lead… but we cannot find them or release their identity yet. Communications in Vale are still down because of the Grimm presence and we need them gone to repair the system."

"True, we are having to pre-record this interview because of that. Is there an ETA on the reclamation and repairs?" Lisa asked.

"About three to five months. It depends on how assistance can get to Vale and finish the job." Glynda stated.

"What about identifying the fallen? I heard from a birdy that among them is Pyr-"The TV was shutoff as Jaune stood up to put his bowl in the sink and walked back to his room to get ready for work.

Half an hour later and Jaune was dressed in his garage.

Jaune was dressed in worn jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt with an emblem of two yellow crescent moons on it, a black leather jacket, and black fingerless gloves.

"Just another day, Jaune." He muttered to himself.

Jaune looked over and saw a yellow and black motorcycle parked next to a black '69 charger.

"I really got to figure out how to send her bike back." Jaune said as he entered his car, used the garage remote in the glove compartment, and drove off to work after closing the garage when he left.

Back when he arrived in Mistral and decided that he needed shelter and money, Jaune found Canelo's Body Shop after cruising around for a place to stay.

Canelo is a jovial Faunus in his early fifties. He was portly and tan with moose horns on his head. He kept himself clean-shaven and was always clad in his jumpsuit from the body shop that he opened twenty years ago.

Business was good and Canelo recognized Jaune as he saw him on the broadcast for the Vytal Tournament and found the boy hilarious. Jaune told him his plight and Canelo gave him a job as a mechanic and had a friend lease Jaune a small apartment.

He taught Jaune how to be a mechanic and the boy blew his expectations and ended up as Canelo's go-to guy for the more expensive repairs.

Coming back from memory lane, Jaune pulled into Canelo's and parked The Charger out back with the other employee cars.

Jaune entered through the employee entrance out back, walked over to his locker, threw in his jacket, slipped his jumpsuit on, grabbed his toolset and walked into the main area.

"Hey boss!" Jaune called out.

"Hey Jaune." Many other employees called out to the boy.

"Over here, boyo!" Canelo called out from under a pickup truck.

Jaune strolled over and asked "Engine?"

"Meh, just need to replace the belt plus give her an oil change and she's as good as gold." Canelo said. "How's Lucy?"

"Great. Got around to finally fixing the radio." Jaune said as he got a can of oil and prepped the change.

"Speakers?" Canelo asked.

"Good. I replaced them first and then the old radio broke, remember?" Jaune reminded his boss.

"Right. I forget that even though you've been here for five months, you picked up this stuff like a crane." Canelo commented as he got out from the underneath.

"Yeah. I'm just surprised that four months later and the car is all set." Jaune commented as he grabbed a funnel.

"I remember gifting her to you, she was in horrible shape. Truly horrendous." Canelo said.

"She just needed some love and care." Jaune said.

"And a new coat of paint." Canelo pointed out.

"And a new coat of paint." Jaune repeated as he drained out the old oil, set up the new oil filter, and inserted the funnel and poured the new oil into the engine.

He finished up and Canelo asked "You want to do the belt? I got some paperwork to take care of."

"Sure thing boss, it'll be done before lunch." Jaune assured.

"That's my boy." Canelo said as he rustled Jaune's hair and headed into his office.

Jaune chuckled at the old man's actions and got working.

(Jaune's Apartment) (6:00 PM)

Jaune was on his couch and using his scroll to find something that he needed. The TV was on and it was just the news channel going through some stories that held no concern to Jaune as it was just background noise.

"Found it!" Jaune exclaimed.

Alias Investigations is the name that came up in his search.

He found the number and dialed it. A few rings later the line picked up. "Alias Investigations, Jessica Jones speaking. What do you want?"

"I'm-uh looking for someone." Jaune said, a bit nervous.

"How old are you?" Jessica asked.

"Eighteen ma'am!" Jaune replied.

"Hmm… look kid, I don't want my time to be wasted. I expect payment, my business isn't a charity." Jessica stated.

"I can cover whatever you charge." Jaune said, hoping that she wouldn't hang up.

"Alright. What's this person's name?"

"Cinder Fall. If you can't find her, she also associates herself with Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai." Jaune told the PI.

"Got a picture?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah. I'll email it to you right now." Jaune said as he sent the pic of the three of them from team picture day. It was only the picture of three of them, but Jaune was lucky to have accidentally download the whole set of team pictures when he meant to only download JNPR's from picture day.

He sent it to Jessica and she said "I can work with this."

"Really? Thank you!" Jaune said with joy.

"One thing though: why are you looking for them?" Jessica asked.

"They… they ruined so many lives. Vengeance needs to be served." Jaune stated.

"Alright. I'll call when I got something." Jessica said.

"Thank you Ms. Jones, have a good night." Jaune said.

"You to, kid." Jessica said before hanging up.

Jaune leaned back in his chair in relief. He was so close to ending this.

He looked up and muttered. "I'll get them, Pyrrha. I swear."

His scroll rang and Jaune saw that he got a message from a guy he knew.

"Another race?" Jaune asked. He thought about it for a minute before saying "I could always use the extra lien."

Jaune grabbed his keys and grabbed his helmet from the closet and drove off into the night for another night of street-racing.