There was sorrow in every corner of Team RWBY's dorm room. They had woken up shortly after they had been deposited in their room, and when memories came back of what Jet had done, Ruby had worried so hard that she'd suffered a serious breakdown. Yang was not taking it well either, her eyes flashing between red and purple, pacing the room. Weiss was silent, brooding, and Blake was comforting Ruby, letting the younger girl cry into her shoulder.
Ruby was distraught, as Jet had been taken into the higher punishment cells, which could either mean a lifelong sentence, or death. Neither would let her be with him, and she felt pain like never before in her heart, the cure being the man she loved, locked away.
Blake had immediately seen Ironwood with Izzet and had explained Jet's innocence, along with the fact that he had been manipulated, but Ironwood would not give an inch. He had also been questioned by the council as to how he had failed to control his student, and resented Jet for that.
There was no hope for Jet. No hope for Ruby. She had begged the police to let her see Jet, but she'd been turned away. This was it. Her breaking point.
Jet rose from the floor of his cell, the feeling in his body deadened. Working his muscles to get blood flowing again, he turned to where he had heard that voice.
"Well?" Torchwick called, tapping on the side of Jet's cell. Jet found the button to lower the privacy screen, and sat on his bed, looking at Roman Torchwick, the same man Jet had heard about from Ruby. He decided to feign ignorance.
"Who are you?" he asked, and Torchwick grimaced.
"You don't know me? I'm surprised, kid." he replied, twirling his hat on a finger.
"Jet's the name. Just call me 'kid'." Jet replied, deciding on his informal tone.
"They'll be letting us out for lunch soon, kid. Why don't I show you around, and get you used to the pleasurable company here, or used to how to avoid 'em." Torchwick suggested.
"Sure. I'm not going anywhere after all."
"So you were one of the greatest criminal masterminds." Jet said to Torchwick. The two were dining at the prison meal hall, with other inmates crowding the place. Both had kept their secrets, but left enough for curiosity to blossom between them. Androids watched from above as they ate, guns readied, scanning the area.
"Straight up, kid." Torchwick grinned. "Pity that little Red is your lady. She's the reason I'm in this mess."
"Often seems the way of things." Jet replied. "People try to make a living, others botch it up."
"You know, you and I could go places once we bust out of here. Maybe you could go back to Red." Torchwick whispered. Jet grimaced.
"I wish. Even if I did get out of here, she'd probably never forgive me for what I did, and the pain I'm putting her through now." he half groaned, half growled.
Torchwick and Jet got up from the table, having finished their bog-standard meals.
"Just remember to stay awake tonight." Torchwick said, before making the journey back to his cell.
Jet sighed, before following.
Night fell quickly, and as Jet laid down on his bed, he heard a knock on the door, and groaned.
"Leave me be." he hissed.
Ironwood entered the cell, bringing with him a clipboard and a folding chair, which he sat down on. Jet made eye contact.
"Time to have our chat." Ironwood said, as the cell door descended behind him and slammed shut.
"Shall I take this one?" Flux whispered in Jet's mind.
"Sure" Jet replied, before he blinked. Emerald irises turned to black as Flux took control.
She relaxed into a sitting position, leaning against the wall.
"So what do you want to know?" she asked, her tone giving nothing away. Ironwood looked taken aback at the question, but his face swiftly hardened when he saw the black eyes that the students had warned him about.
"What are you?" he asked.
"Direct, as I'd expected." Flux said. "I'm a shadow of a person; a mirage given off when nothing is present. Some would say I was born, others say I was created. Darkness is my blood, body and soul. Does that answer your question?"
Ironwood studied the boy sitting in front of him. He certainly looked the part, with alabaster skin and his startlingly black eyes.
"Why did you kill those students? Your peers, who were sent out to find and save you from the night time Grimm." Ironwood asked, carefully choosing each word.
"I was not the killer. That title belongs to the one that opposes me. He shares many features of me." Flux replied, and her expression grew darker at her own words. "I am half Grimm, as you may be aware. That side of me took control when it was manipulated."
"I see." Ironwood commented.
"The controller is the one at fault. I am able to maintain control if I am fed on aura energy." Flux concluded.
"And what evidence do I have to believe a word you say?" Ironwood asked, anger evident in his voice.
"None, as of tonight." Flux said, smiling cruelly at him, and he was tempted to give the boy a slap. But he hadn't completely ignored the requests of his team to believe his captive. He was strong, and he could also form weapons out of darkness. Attacking him now would be a bad idea.
"You're suggesting I will have some… later?" Ironwood asked, incredulously.
"Why, of course." Flux said, still cold. "In fact, I'll present it to you myself."
Ironwood had no more to say to her, and turned to leave. Flux remained silent.
"You did well." Jet's voice came from the back of their body's head.
"For now, we must bide our time. Our enemies will probably try to finish the job of ending us. I can only hope they don't catch us off guard." Flux thought back.
"I will not be suited to this environment, Flux. Please, do what you must to regain your strength. I have suppressed you for far too long." Jet whispered in thought.
"That is music to my ears, Jet. I will not kill. Excessively." Flux growled as she curled up on the bed, not bothering with the paper thin duvet, and fell asleep.