"What if?... Jaune was expelled from Beacon and became a bounty hunter instead."
"You believe in electricity?" he said as he connected one end of a jumper cable to a car battery. I don't know how I constantly find myself in these situations, handcuffed to a chair, crazy lunatic with a car battery, all located in an abandoned building. It's almost too cliché. Granted I've got to give points for whole, "believe in electricity?" bit. It was very well done. Who knew bounty hunting had this many work place hazards? I could've been a doctor, probably even a lawyer, whichever job pays better. Heck, even being a farmer or something was more logical. Why did I decide to do this again…oh right.
...
It was the beginning of November, the snow had just started to fall, and at the rate it was going, were expecting at least a foot of snow. Here I found myself with my one bag full of clothes and only about $200 in lien. Who knew they'd find out about the fake transcripts. That pretty much left me homeless, and since my Dad was currently disappointed in me and my current course in life, I could expect no help from him. My mother and sisters would be worried sick, but I couldn't go back a failure, not this time. I had nothing but my wits, a small amount of lien and about 2 days' worth of clothes. It should have been a piece of cake.
By the end of the week I was broke and had my bag stolen. If my wits were a physical object, I'm pretty sure they'd be gone too. Luckily enough the public libraries' security is pretty lax, so I was able to crash there for a bit. I was really up the proverbial "shit creek" when, by chance, I saw a sign. Not the proverbial one, but a literal sign.
Need Money? Have a Need for Justice?
Become a Bounty Hunter Today
No training or special skills required*
*We take no legal responsibilities for anything that might happen to you.
Do I have the skills, not really, do I have a need for justice, eh. But I could really use the money, plus being a bounty hunter sounds pretty cool, like Boba Fett, Django and Dog the Bounty Hunter. I mean how hard can it be?
...
The initial shock brought me out of my reminiscence; the following three were the guy just being an asshole.
"Now do you want to talk?" He said with a thick accent, that was maybe Atlesian, probably Mistralian. I knew his name was most likely Stephen though, they were always named Stephen.
"Ok, listen to me here, Stephen." I say repositioning myself on the chair only for another burst of electricity to pulse through it.
"It's STEVEN!" He yells.
"I knew that, of course." Wasn't that what I said, I mean Stephen and Steven, who can tell the difference.
"Now tell me what you know about this woman." He says holding a picture of a familiar face in front of me. Great, what the hell have you gotten yourself into now?
"Well, where do I begin?" I say trying to get into a comfortable position, which is hard to do when handcuffed to a chair.
"Start at the beginning."
Fin
Author's Note:
Hey, I'm back with a new piece that will most likely never get finished. Just Kidding, maybe.
But seriously, this is the start of a few one-shots I have written but never published called "What Ifs?..." Each will be their own self-contained stories and give a small glimpse into the what ifs of Jaune's life.
Feel free to leave a review on what you thought of this one, positive or negative, I try to learn from the words you all say. And I should be uploading the next one-shot soon.
Till next time.