What's the Difference Between Two Monsters?
A/N: What spurred this one-shot was from listening to the song "Gasoline" by Hasely. (It is pretty good and I enjoyed the overall tone, warning: Explicit language) and this idea just popped into my head.
Chapter
"Experiment working…well!"
"We did it. It worked."
The weightless feeling was quite pleasant. Floating in the water as the tube kept feeding him air.
Arguing.
"Can you imagine how this could change everything?!"
"…you do have a point."
"Ozpin!"
"You sure about that Ozpin? Even I'm sure this is a bad idea."
"Of course," a woman snapped. "Erase his memory!"
What?
Sparring on a rooftop.
Pancakes and an amazing food fight.
That harlot taking her over!
NOI!
He struggled, the tube flying from his mouth as he struggled against his restraints. Large bubbles gushed from his mouth as he shouted in defiance at their plan.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
His body was free.
"What's happening!"
His fist smashed against the glass, once. Twice.
"He isn't-"
Thrice.
"Evidently he is."
CRACK!
"STOP HIM!"
He fell onto the floor, water soaked him to the bone as glass pierced his hands.
Processing…
Action Suggested: Escape.
Looking around, he found a scabbard and sword before quickly snatching them up.
Weapon: Sword and shield.
Secondary Action: Attack.
"We can't let hi-URK!"
"SCHNEE!"
"Damn it kid!"
The blade sang through the air. The boy listened to the strange voice in his head.
Blood flew through the air, soaking the skin of the woman in white and causing the cape wearer to collapse, clutching his leg in pain.
A blonde woman and two men stared at him.
The woman in shock.
A man with a suit in rage.
The professor in grief.
Action: Escape.
Exit Point: Window.
Sprinting towards the square, he leapt forward and used his shield to protect his head. The glass shattered and flew around him as he fell towards the ground.
"JAUNE!"
Blue eyes snapping open, Jaune Arc quickly sat up, his right hand tightly gripping his sword as he glanced around the motel room. Seeing that there was nothing, he let out a sigh before dropping back onto the bed.
He hated that dream.
Throwing the covers off his bare chest, the boy went to the bathroom to get a shower. Removing the sweaty flannel pants and other garments, he tossed them out before stepping into the lukewarm water.
Analysis: Leave premises in 15 minutes.
Jaune rubbed shampoo through his shorter blonde hair, which he started to cut with his sword to save time and money. Once it went back to its usual jumbled mess, he quickly exited the shower and toweled himself dry before grabbing a fresh set of jeans, an elbow length black and yellow shirt and his usual hoodie. Once his clothing was on, Jaune clipped his sword to his side and snagged his backpack before walking out of the room.
Narrowly avoiding a couple who had slammed into the door opposite of him, Jaune was treated to the sight of them sucking each other's face before they managed to get the door open and into the room. Jaune flipped his hood up before moving to the front desk and returned his key.
"Have a nice day," he said.
The attendant nodded back before returning to his computer.
Unfazed by the lack of a response, Jaune turned around and exited the building. Checking the battered Scroll in his pocket, he saw that he could board a Bullhead heading to the Kingdom of Mantle, granted that would bring him closer to Atlas academy. It was the only place he hadn't been too yet.
It had been two months. Two months, and he had been all over Remnant and back.
General Ironwood poured over the holographic maps. His hair had gained several more grey streaks as he spent most of his time up in the surveillance room in Atlas Academy. A bulletin board was set up with a map of all Remnant, all pins attached to various areas but connected to the picture of a blonde boy wearing a hoodie and plate armor.
Ironwood heard a pinging sound, a signal for facial recognition. Turning to the screen, a smile formed as he saw a face partially concealed by a hood but revealed part of his face to see blonde hair and blue eyes staring up at something in anger. The picture showed that he was riding a civilian transportation bus, further research showed it was a few stops before driving to the edge of the city.
Snatching up his coat, he moved out of the observation room and down to where the Atlesian Knights were stationed.
Jaune walked out of the tech store and out into the bustling city. A new Scroll being flipped in his hand before he tucked safely away into his jeans, judging by the money he had left over he could afford a bus out of the city. He didn't exactly need a new Scroll, but it did help with finding contacts or playing a game that wasn't seen through a cracked screen.
It also helped it didn't make him feel poor.
As a bus pulled into the stop, Jaune hopped aboard. Putting some lien into the machine Jaune sat on the right side of the vehicle and leaned his head against the glass. His hood acting as a sort of cushion as Jaune let his eyes drift outside.
Silver skyscrapers shot into the sky, with electric billboards showing all kinds of new equipment or food delicacies. People walked across the sidewalk and the holographic lights guided the cars, it looked like a future dystopian-
A sign flashed orange. Jaune didn't care about it. He didn't care about the brown curly letters, he didn't care that they read "Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes"
What he cared about was the video.
Pyrrha Nikos taking a bowl of the cereal, dipping the spoon she took a bite before smiling at the camera.
"I like it. Why don't you try it?" the figure asked.
Jaune clenched his hand, snarling at the image of her, taken in all of her perfect radiance, beauty and kindness.
Before it was all ripped away from her.
From him.
Warning: Emotions Rising.
Counter Measure: Employed.
Jaune felt all of the anger just drift away, like a dandelion in the wind. He decided to take that moment to get some sleep as he would be in for a long trip later.
WARNING: HOSTILES DETECTED!
Jaune's eyes snapped open as he felt the bus quickly stop.
"Halt!"
Environment: Tunnel. Dark. Exit possible.
Suggested Action: Escape vehicle.
Jaune peered to see Atlesian Knights blocking the road, aiming their guns straight ahead.
Damn.
He needed to get out of here.
As everyone crowded around the bus, Jaune was thankful for his position in the back of the vehicle.
Ironwood watched through the video screens. The Knight stepped onto the bus, holding up a Scroll the robot broadcasted Jaune's face.
"This man has been sighted on this vehicle, do you recognize him?" the robotic voice asked.
The driver shook his head frantically, "No. Check the bus, b-by all means."
"Your compliance is appreciated," the robot said.
The Atlesian Knight stepped into the aisle, scanning each row as civilians stared at him with awe or worry.
Ironwood's eyes were burning through the screen, waiting. For a movement or a flash of yellow, but he only saw as the Knight arrive at the back of the bus, seeing nothing at all.
No. He had to be.
He had too.
Assuming direct control of the Knight, Ironwood put on a headpiece to listen to what was around him. Rotating the Knights head, he closely examined the area, where the boy had been sitting earlier.
How did he get out?
Up.
Ironwood made the robot look straight up.
The emergency escape hatch on top of the bus was unlocked, the system that sent an alarm throughout the bus was deactivated, judging by the ripped wires.
Ironwood made the robot punch open the hatch and peered up to see a hooded figure creeping atop the bus.
"OPEN FIRE!" Ironwood shouted into his headset.
The Knights obliged.
The hooded figure leapt off the bus, hitting the ground in a roll he vaulted over the metal railing at the side of the tunnel where Ironwood saw him dash through a door.
"After him!" the general ordered.
Opening all video screens, Ironwood watched as the droids pursued Jaune Arc into the dark, the Knights switched to night vision and made the room more of a deep green.
They all moved down the hall cautiously. At the end was an already open door, Ironwood checked the schematics to see that it was an open sewer area. A walkway was stationed to observe the current of sewage with a rusty gate to halt the flow if necessary, in case of a water based virus.
A screen went dead.
The Knights snapped to the position to see the Knights legs fall, the torso completely missing.
A whistle echoed through the area.
"Phalanx formation!" Ironwood ordered.
The Atlesian Knights formed a circle, with their guns pointed in all directions. As they did, the general pondered Arc's next move.
360-degree field of vision. He'd take out one if he came over the railing of the waterway and a few more before the Knights killed him. A rush attempts up the walkways were pointless and the wall he could burst from was two inches thick concrete.
It hit him a second too late.
Up.
In a flash, almost all of the Knights were deactivated. All but one.
The Knights turned to have its gun ripped out of its hand, a sword removed its arms before a shoe planted itself on the robots chest. Pinning it to the railing into the sewer.
Jaune Arc glared at the robot, his eyes glowing from the night vision.
Ironwood seethed in rage. He activated the homing beacon in the robot, calling more Atlesian Knights.
Jaune sheathed his sword before using his shield to slam into the neck of the Knight, removing the head from the body.
Ironwood ripped off the headset as the white noise hit his ears painfully. He watched the screen as Arc picked up the head with both hands and glared into the screen.
He mouth three words before the camera blur.
The video feed ended.
Ironwood replayed the video and did a function to read the boys lips.
Leave me alone.
Like hell Ironwood would.
Another month later and Jaune was walking along a dirt road, staying away from most cities and using the towns to gain supplies. Despite his Scroll being damaged again, he didn't mind. He was able to scrape together some cash by doing odd jobs in the towns, such as construction, bartending, and even house cleaning.
Warning: Possible hostiles approaching.
Jaune glanced around, there was nobody behind him that he could see and nobody ahead.
Ironwood was flashy, he wanted to capture him with a massive display of force.
She was too secretive to act like this.
Another group sent by Ozpin then.
Jaune continued to walk down the path. He wanted to see who had been sent this time, this time his senses were on alert.
A soft rustle of tree leaves.
A faint footstep.
They were behind him.
A pair of hands grabbed his shoulders. Jaune retaliated by using his elbow to bash one away and spin out of the grip. Backpedaling, the boy face his opponents, only to frown at the group in front him, the next group to try and bring him to Beacon.
Team CRDL.
"Hello Jauney boy," Cardin Winchester said, striding forward with his mace resting on his shoulder.
"Cardin," Jaune replied.
"You know, there have been plenty people looking for you," the warrior said, using his mace to gesture around and point at the blond.
Jaune shrugged, "Guess I'm tough to find."
"Till now that is," Russel Thrush said.
As the other three laughed, Cardin smirked, "Now Jauney boy. You could come quietly with us. I mean, you are that useless without the Invincible Girl as your partner. Or you could make this enjoyable for me," he finished, tapping his mace in his palm.
Jaune acted like he was considering. Taking Crocea Mors, he tossed it to the side.
"I have no intention of that," Jaune said.
Cardin snorted, "Then why throw away the only chance you have at-"
"Shut your fat mouth Cardin and let me speak."
Cardin went silent, mainly from surprise as the rest of the members looked at Jaune curiously.
"Whatever you think you know? Forget it. I'm giving you this ultimatum. Stand down, and walk away."
Team CRDL started to laugh.
"You think w-we should be scared of you?" Cardin said between laughter. "You? The failed knight who cheated his way in."
Jaune narrowed his eyes, "This is your only chance."
"How about this, I beat the living shit out of you and drag your broken ass back to Beacon. Sound good?"
The rest of Cardin's team cheered.
"Well then its decided."
Cardin lunged, raising his mace upward to quickly brain the knight. He didn't care if he brought him back dead, Atlas was willing to pay a huge reward for Jaune's head on platter.
The knight did nothing, Cardin smirked as his theory of him being all talk was correct.
BANG!
Got him.
Cardin's smile turned to a look of shock. His mace had connected with Jaune's left arm, but instead of it breaking like a twig it had held firm!
"You blew it jackass."
Jaune ripped Cardin's mace from his grip before using his own weapon to smash into his jaw. The latter went flying until he crashed into a tree.
The rest of the team went to help, but froze when they saw Jaune's eyes.
Eyes that resembled a swirling whirlpool of rage and the promise of pain, making the team stand down.
Cardin regained his bearings and watched Jaune stride forward. Taking the mace head in one hand, Cardin watched in shock as the knight crushed the heavy metal until it resembled a crushed soda can.
Whatever grandeur or pride that Cardin had left his body.
"Please," he begged, "Don't-"
Cardin was halted as Jaune grabbed his throat, squeezing until he couldn't breathe. The boy struggled, clawing at the knights unrelenting grip.
"I warned you."
Turning around, Jaune heaved Cardin's body through the air.
Despite his Aura taking the blows, it soon shattered and left Cardin to experience nothing but pain rushing through his body before his mind left consciousness.
Jaune turned back to the remaining three, who flinched.
Recommended Action: Eliminate.
With a scowl, Jaune jerked his head at his fallen opponent, "One chance. Take Cardin and leave, or suffer with him."
It was obvious what they chose.
As they scrambled past him, Jaune picked up Crocea Mors and returned it to his waist. Glancing at where the three men had gone, Jaune considered his next move.
Options: Eliminate Hostiles. Continue on Path. Get Them Off Tail.
Jaune jogged off the path and into the forest.
Jaune sat down in an open booth near the corner of the bar, sipping the light alcohol from his pint. The dark color of his hoodie blended into the darkness of the bar as maids walked back and forth to drop off flasks of liquor or to clean up used tables.
Warning: Multiple Possible Hostiles Surrounding Position.
The few drunken wastrels weren't that much of a problem, Jaune could handle them easily, whether he went all out or not. He had a very suitable position to his attention was distracted by the woman who slid into the booth on his right side.
"Hello again Jaune," she said in that callous, cold tone.
Jaune nodded his head, "Hello Cinder."
Cinder Fall hadn't changed much, her ebony hair went down a bit further to her waist and still curled over her left eye. Along with her red dress she wore a black leather jacket, with the upper sleeves having a lace design.
"So what brings you here?" Jaune asked.
"I think you already know," the woman replied.
Jaune felt the slightest pressure against his left ribcage.
WARNING: WEAPON AT FATAL INTERNAL ORGAN!
"Just trying to have some light conversation," he replied.
"Don't try anything," the girl said.
Jaune hardly flinched, "You really need to get better help Cinder. If she is one of your elite, I suggest you find a replacement due to how many mistakes she's making."
Cinder raised an eyebrow, "I believe you should inform her then."
The boy smiled, "With pleasure."
The weapon jabbed into his side, "What do you know?" the girl demanded.
Jaune finished his pint of beer before turning to the woman.
Emerald Sustrai hardly changed, with her red eyes glaring at him with her revolvers having the hammer cocked back.
"One," Jaune held up a finger, "You're here because you need something, or else you wouldn't have tracked me down in the first place…again. Despite knowing my answer."
Jaune raised another finger, "Two. You're threatening my life. That means whatever you need me for must be serious, and you can't find any blackmail, emotional ties or relations to use against me, and can't use the promise of money. Leaving the last option available to you: My life. Here's the problem with that."
Jaune slowly reached down and grabbed the revolver barrel with his free hand and placed it under his chin.
"I don't really give a damn if I live or die. Kill me if you want, I'm alright with it. Which we know you're not going to do."
Emerald snarled before tucking her pistol away, "We get the point," she grumbled.
"Three," Jaune held up another finger, much to Emeralds frustration, "By the angle of the gun and the overall speed, the bullet would have pierced my lungs and leave a hole the size of a marble going in and out of my body, however the bullet, after exiting my torso, would pierce right through that thing your boss calls a heart."
Emerald paled.
"C-Cinder I didn-"
"Leave."
Her voice left no room for complaints.
The thief nearly ran off in a panic. Bumping into several people before she managed to scramble out the door and into the night.
"Is it hard finding good help?" Jaune asked.
"No. Its finding smart help that's challenging," Cinder replied.
Jaune frowned, "That actually makes a surprising amount of sense."
"Which is why I'm here," Cinder said as she leaned closer to the blond.
"I told you Cinder," Jaune said calmly, "I want nothing to do with your plot."
"I could use you," she stated, "You're a fighter. And after what Ironwood did to-"
A hand shot out, tightly gripping Cinder's neck.
"Don't. Talk. About that," Jaune growled.
Jaune released his hold and Cinder cleared her throat, "Not even if it meant getting back your precious Amazon?"
Jaune laughed hollowly, "You think you can?" he asked.
"I know I can," Cinder said confidently.
She felt certain she had him this time.
Jaune shook his head, "If you solved it, don't you think I would be far behind? I know Cinder. I know all about Ironwoods little experiments on Aura Transfer, and I spent weeks crunching it all. Its impossible to bring Pyrrha back. That bitch has successfully merged her Aura with Pyrrha's, taking control over her body and leaving Pyrrha's mind like a comatose patient."
Jaune sighed heavily, his heart aching in pain, "Pyrrha Nikos is gone."
Cinder sighed, "It was worth an attempt."
Just then, a barmaid approached the table and smiled, "Is there anything I can do for you both?"
Jaune handed her the mug, but before she could leave, Cinder said, "Bring us the finest Mistral whiskey if you have."
The bar maid nodded before turning away, Jaune gave a puzzled glance at Cinder, "Why exactly?"
Cinder raised an eyebrow, "I saw your face, I know how it feels to lose someone."
Jaune turned away.
A hand gently touched his chin and pulled his face towards those golden orbs, "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you?" she asked in a soft voice.
Jaune remained impassive, "No."
Cinder chuckled, her laugh reverberating like a chime, "No. For you," she accented.
Analysis: Target's Hormonal Levels High.
Jaune considered her offer, "Yes."
Cinder leaned in closer, "And that is?" she whispered, her breath ghosting over his lips.
"When you do kill Amber, make sure her body isn't that destroyed. I want Pyrrha to be buried whole, not with a random piece."
Cinder sat back with a sigh, "I will consider it."
Jaune smiled.
Analysis: Hormonal Levels High.
As the barmaid returned, she set down two glasses and poured the amber liquid in. As she went to leave, Jaune grabbed her attention.
"Leave the bottle," he said.
"But-"
She was cut off as Jaune handed over a sizable amount of lien.
"Keep the change."
The lien vanished from his hands as the woman walked away.
Cinder raised an eyebrow, "What is that for?" she asked dully.
"I need to do more to ensure you don't "consider" not fulfilling my request," he said.
The spark returned.
"What could you do?" she asked, raising an elegant eyebrow.
Jaune answered by leaning in and pressing his lips against hers.
Brief contact, three seconds.
Cinder was about return the favor until the boy quickly pulled back.
"I didn't know you were that easy," Jaune said with a smirk.
Cinder raised an eyebrow, grabbing her glass she tilted her head back and swallowed the whiskey, as it burned her way down her throat she glared back at Jaune. Her eyes as sharp as a predator.
"It will take more than that to convince me," she said in a sultry voice.
Jaune smiled, taking his glass he quickly swallowed the liquor before responding with an equally seductive tone, "I enjoy a challenge."
"We believe he's somewhere in the outskirts of Vale."
The clockwork continued to rotate as Ozpin stood in front of Team RWBY.
The only difference the team had was the only person without a solemn look on their face was Weiss Schnee, who had her hair tied in a bun similar to her late sister.
"The information we have will be sent to your Scroll, and please be cautious. He put Mr. Winchester in the hospital for quite some time."
Yang Xiao Long chuckled, "And the problem with that is?" she asked her partner.
"The problem," Glynda Goodwitch said, glaring at the blonde boxer, "is that Cardin Winchester was reported with several broken ribs that will take months to heal, a dislocated pelvis, a fractured kneecap and a broken collarbone."
Yang blinked, "Well damn."
Weiss cleared her throat, "And the cause?"
Ozpin and Goodwitch exchanged a look, "In your Scroll."
The team nodded, as they turned to leave Ozpin said, "Please hurry. We do not know of the condition he is in."
The door of the hotel room slammed open as Jaune was pushed inside. An instant later, Cinder's lush lips had begun to attack his in a frenzy. With a grunt, Jaune slammed her against the wall as he shut the door with his foot. Sucking her neck, he earned a moan from the woman who wrapped her legs around his waist and began to bite his ear.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she whispered.
Jaune removed his hands and grabbed the hem of his hoodie, as he ripped it off and tossed it to the side, Cinder growled, "Too slow!"
Fire dancing at her fingertips, the witch ran her hand upwards and burned a line through his shirt before ripping it off his shoulders. Greedily running her hands up his chest, she marveled at the sight of his torso. Especially the result of Ironwoods experiment.
A second later, her crimson dress was ripped at the shoulders and pooled around her feet.
Lightly slapping his chest, Cinder glared at the man, "I liked that dress," she said angrily.
Jaune raised an eyebrow, "I liked that shirt, but apparently everything goes in vicious sex."
Cinder tackled him onto the bed, straddling his waist she leaned down slowly, "What you're about to experience is something men only dream of."
"Then I don't want to wake up," Jaune said as the woman's hands undid his belt as his hands slid up her chest.
As the Bullhead rumbled through the sky, Ruby looked sadly at the Scroll, glancing up she saw similar looks on her teammates. Weiss had a neutral face, which was new to the scowl she wore for the past months.
Ever since Winter died, she had grown much more callous towards Jaune and threw herself into training with her rapier and Dust. Though she never talked as much, it was obvious she hated Jaune Arc, and now she was given the details of why he attacked so harshly.
"Weiss?" Ruby asked tenderly.
Weiss shook her head, "You shoot him, got it? Hit him with the round, and then we talk."
Ruby nodded, "We got this."
Yang punched her fists together, "We'll bring him back."
Blake said nothing.
Opening his eyes, Jaune awoke to find Cinder missing along with most of her clothing, as the knight pulled on his lower clothes, he wondered how it must feel for her to go commando. Holding up his torn shirt with a sigh, Jaune chucked it into a bin before pulling on his hoodie. Clipping Crocea Mors to his waist, he made sure he had everything before walking out of the room and down to the-
Warning…
Jaune stopped in his tracks.
Yang Xiao Long looked back at him, her eyebrows raised but with a cocky smirk, "Hey Vomit Boy."
Action: Escape
Opportunities: Window 20 Yards Behind Location. Two Story Building Across.
Jaune turned on his heel and sprinted towards the window.
"HE'S MAKING A BREAK FOR IT!"
Warning: Hostile On Opposite Window!
This was going to suck.
Jaune slowed his pace slightly before leaping out the window. As the glass shattered, he caught sight of a black blur rushing towards him.
Continue Trajectory.
Blake expected Jaune to run. She knew that they hadn't received the full information. There was no way that Jaune didn't do those things on his own accord.
As he leapt out the window, she dashed forward in a leap. Intending to use the ribbon on Gambol Shroud to detain him and pull him towards a discreet location.
What she did not expect was for him to pass several feet beneath her and into the window on the second floor. Blake looked up and reached out her hand, Yang peered out before quickly grabbing her partner and stopping her quick decent to the pavement. The blonde's arm scraping against the glass, she smiled at her partner.
"Guess it's up to Ruby then, huh?"
So Ozpin recruited all of Team RWBY.
Jaune was tempted to just leave. To escape and vanish to the wind yet again.
No. He wanted to settle this right now.
He hit the ground and rushed towards the end of town.
Options: Clearing in forest. Ample cover from ranged attacks.
Options: Empty Warehouse, boxes do well for cover and height advantages. Warning: Similar for opponents.
Jaune made his way towards the warehouse. He didn't want a fight, Jaune needed to give a show.
His feet pounding against the concrete, slipping through the crowd easily as he turned down an alleyway.
A flash of white rushed towards him.
Weiss always was a one trick pony.
Leaping up, Jaune flipped over her head while using his hand to push the back of her head. Turning her lunge into a sliding faceplant.
The warehouse was up ahead with the doors slightly ajar. Jaune slowed down and quickly pulled open the doors, as he stepped inside he felt something hit his left shoulder before pain rocketed through his body. Screaming, he stumbled forward before catching himself on his hands and knees, panting heavily.
"Jaune?"
Sucking in deep breaths, he looked up to see Ruby peering at him curiously, "Are you better?"
"What?" he hissed.
"An electric blast," said Weiss, who strode forward. "The function is to-"
"I know what it fucking does Ice Queen," Jaune growled, "Why the hell did you do it?"
Ruby blinked, "T-To fix you! From where the accident happened."
Accident?
ACCIDENT!
"You better start making sense now Ruby," Jaune stated, "Because-"
"Jeez don't get your panties in a wad Vomit Boy," Yang said calmly. "We know alright? How you asked Ozpin to get stronger, so you signed up for some untested experiment and it got the better of you and was controlling you for the past few months."
Jaune started to chuckle, then full blown laughter.
"You-You actually think that?" he asked, "Or is that what ol' Ozzie told you?"
Yang frowned, "What do you mean?"
Jaune sneered, "You don't know. Why am I not surprised that you don't know how Ozpin, Ironwood, Goodwitch AND your good uncle decided to hook Pyrrha to a machine that transferred another person's Aura into her body? How that person slowly took over Pyrrha? How her body is nothing more than a vessel for that bitch?!"
Yang frowned, "Calm it down Vomit Boy, no need-"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YANG!" Jaune shouted.
Taking a few breaths', he started chuckling again, finding hilarity how the team took a step back and then activate their weapons.
"Jaune, you're not making any sense," Ruby said.
"General Ironwood didn't want to give me enhancements for shit's and giggles. He wanted to create a perfect soldier. He wanted to make a perfect combination of human and machine."
Jaune reached for his hoodie and began to lift it up.
"After creating Penny as a robot with Aura, and even transferring Aura into Pyrrha, you think he would wise up? But no. He just wanted to push. Push limits that shouldn't be pushed."
Jaune lifted the hoodie up and gestured to himself, "I take it you haven't seen his good work?"
They could only look in shock.
Jaune's left arm was no longer flesh and blood, not the smooth skin they thought it was. Instead it was metal, with wiring going up to his shoulder, where the metal ended but the wires ran underneath his skin like glowing blue veins. These wires went up his shoulder, across his collarbone and up his neck before finally connecting to his left eye, which was glowing a lighter color than his opposite eye.
"They did this to me," he said.
The four didn't know how to answer.
"They destroyed Pyrrha Nikos. Replacing her with their precious Fall Maiden as if my partner didn't matter. As if she never existed."
Jaune shook his head, "And you know the kicker? Your sister," Weiss refocused, "had the gall to try and erase my memory. After altering me in ways that shouldn't be humanly possible, after stripping me from my humanity, she wanted to take away my mind."
"Did you kill her?" Weiss asked, her voice low and dangerous.
Jaune smiled cruelly at the heiress, "Yes. I took my sword and shoved it through that arrogant, proud chest of hers." Jaune felt a sense of sick pleasure as the rest of the RWBY paled while Weiss dropped her façade and her blue eyes filled with rage. "I saw the blade come out of her back, heard how she gasped in shock and in pain. And you know what Weiss? I enjoyed every. Single. Minute of it."
Weiss snarled and lunged forward, ignoring Ruby's cry of "DON'T!" and instead focusing on the killer of her sister. This monster didn't deserve to be on this plain of existence anymore, not after what he did or what he had become.
In a brief moment, Jaune's robotic hand gripped her throat, lifting her up into the air Jaune slammed her body into the ground. In that move, her Aura was gone and the ground beneath her cracked.
"Still that arrogant one trick pony from Beacon," Jaune said.
Rebooting…
They saw how the lights on Jaune's arm seemed to flash.
"Jaune, you don't mean that," Ruby said, "It's the-"
"Ruby," Jaune said calmly, "This thing gives me an option of how to act, analysis of the area and removes my emotions in extreme cases."
The cyborg tapped the side of his head, "And when I burst out that tank. I wanted to kill Winter, I had to hurt your uncle. That is the only thing I'm sad about."
Yang stepped forward, her eyes flashing red, "Stand down Jaune."
He gave her an uncaring look before turning back to Ruby, "Why are you really here?"
Ruby glanced between her partner and Jaune, "T-To b-bring you b-b-back to Beacon a-and…" she trailed off.
Jaune frowned, lifting Weiss off the ground he then slammed her into one of the crates.
"Tell me or my grip gets a little bit tighter."
He proved his point as Weiss' face began to go red.
"To find Cinder Fall," the boxer said.
Jaune smiled, "Was that so hard?" he asked as he loosened his grip and allowed Weiss to suck in air.
"Do you know where she is?" Blake asked.
"Haven't seen her since last night," he said honestly.
Yang glared, "And exactly what were you two doing?"
Jaune shrugged, "We were having some pretty mind-blowing sex."
Ruby flushed as Blake scowled, "You bedded that witch?"
Jaune blinked, "Yeah."
"She is our enemy!" Blake said, "She-"
"Correction, she is your enemy," Jaune said, pointing with his free hand. "Not mine."
"Whatever she's promised you Jaune, she won't give it," Ruby said, "She's the bad guy."
Jaune rolled his jaw, "Unlike you, I know what she is Ruby, I know what she has done. She and I have a mutual understanding. I stay out of her way, she stays out of mine."
Blake raised an eyebrow, "Strange, since you've been seen together frequently."
Jaune shrugged, "What can I say? Apparently I'm valuable asset. I just don't want any part of it."
Yang cracked her knuckles, "You know you can't beat us all Jaune."
Jaune smiled, "I don't need to."
Action: Incapacitate Team Member.
"Eenie."
Jaune pointed at Blake.
"Meanie."
Yang.
"Miniy."
Ruby.
"Moe."
Weiss.
"Catch an Ursa by the toe."
He slowly drew his sword.
"Jaune don't!"
"I'm warning you Vomit Boy."
"You will regret this forever Jaune!"
Jaune glared at Weiss, who was struggling to get free. From pounding on his arm to trying to kick his face with her heels.
"What's going to happen, is I'm going to stab her," Jaune began calmly, turning to the three girls. "There's a hospital ten blocks down, takes thirty minutes to get there. She'll die of blood loss in twenty. One to carry her, one to clear the way, one to warn the hospital."
"Jaune please!" Ruby begged, tears forming at her eyes, "I know you! You wouldn't do this to her! Not to your friend! Not to us! Please just let her go and we'll let you walk away I swear. We swear."
Ruby looked at Blake, who said, "We will."
They stare at Yang, who growled but begrudgingly nodded her head.
"Wow. That is nice of you," he said softly. "You know something, I believe you."
Jaune's sword lowered.
Ruby breathed in relief as Yang's eyes turned back to lilac.
"But Ozpin wont. Or Ironwood."
They tensed.
"And neither will she."
"NOO!" Ruby screamed.
Jaune rammed his blade through Weiss' chest.
The heiress gasped. Bright hot pain filled her body as she feebly touched the sword, "J-Jaune."
He removed the sword and tossed the girl onto the stone floor, a pool of blood forming at her side.
Ruby was openly weeping as she fell to her knees, Blake was restraining Yang, who's hair was burning brightly.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU COLD HEARTED SON OF A BITCH! AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH, YOU FUCKING DO THIS YOU RUTHLESS MONSTER?!"
Jaune turned to Yang, "You're right. You are damn right about that. I am a bastard, a cold hearted SOB. A ruthless, cruel, monster. You know what else Yang?"
Jaune walked towards his hoodie and wiped the blood off his sword with it, "So is Ironwood for taking someone's Aura from them and putting it into a machine. So is Ozpin for allowing a student to give up their body, their entire life and dreams, all for someone to use their body as a vessel of their own. Their monsters too, and while I don't care, you don't seem to bring that up either."
Jaune sheathed his sword and attached it to his belt, "You know what makes me different from them?"
He jabbed his thumb against his chest, "I own up to it. I claim responsibility for what I have done. Ironwood? He writes it off as a miscalculation, a minor setback, despite the lives he destroyed to achieve the peace he desires. Ozpin? He thinks he fix all his problems by doing a few good things, whether letting in a girl years earlier or let a boy in with no talent. Just a sword and a dream."
Jaune tapped his wrist, "Twenty minutes. Tick tock."
With that, Jaune Arc left the warehouse and took off into the world.
A/N: That's about it. I am thinking about a Time Travel fic, as they are growing popular.
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