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Helpless

Chapter 1

Jaune Arc. Jaune couldn't help but notice how downright shitty his life is. It felt like the whole world just dumped all of their problems on him. HIM of all people. Why not let someone else take the damn mantle from him for once. It honestly just pissed him off.

'Another day, another endless day full of torture,' Jaune thought to himself broodingly.

He just hoped today would be better but no, it wasn't. It was always the same, same taunting, same jeering, all of it was just so…..

'Sad,' Jaune thought despairingly. He couldn't help but pity those who taunted because he knew it just hid their insecurities, their pain, their suffering. But none more suffered than he did. And nobody knew this, because nobody bothered to ask. He was alone and he knew it. He thought back to how he ended up like this, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and happily at the memories.

You see at the tender age of six, both of his parents died due to a Grimm attack on the town and his parents died leaving him an orphan. At the funeral he couldn't help but feel angry at the fact they left him, but he knew they had to die because of them being hunters. He didn't cry, he didn't talk, he was just there looking at the only people he loved, taken away from him.

He just stared at the graves, feeling no remorse, no pain… just nothing.

'I see those graves every day when I sleep, and I can't help but feel angry,' Jaune thought with a wistful expression on his face.

Then when he turned eight he life turned drastically downward. He was captured by slavers and used for manual labor. It was fine for the first couple of weeks; he made some friends with some people, and the rare Faunus. But they always disappeared after a while and he knew why. They were sold to people as servants or killed for being disobedient.

After a few more weeks he was sold to a scientist. His name was Dr. Hillenbrand and boy was he just downright messed up. For four years he did unholy experiments on him and other 'subjects.' He was unfortunately lucky. Jaune survived through the whole 'experiments' as you would call him. One thing he did was unlock his aura. One thing he could describe about unlocking his aura was just downright excruciatingly painful. He then was subjected to 'training' if you could call it that. He barely survived all of the trials he was put through.

He could vividly remember all of the torture and experiments. He was lucky enough to escape due to the fire that was caused by one of the subjects. The subject, a human if he remembered correctly, managed to get a hold of Dust and fired it off when he was brought into the room. The volatile concoction of the lab chemicals and Dust made the whole laboratory explode in violent booms. He ran out while everything was burning and the staff was panicking so they didn't notice him. Jaune also didn't notice the fact that Dr. Hillenbrand was running towards until it was too late. The doctor grabbed him and dragged him to another room, then strapped him to a chair. He proceeded to inject black ooze into my arm and all Jaune felt was just absolute pain. Pain was all Jaune could think of, it coursed through his body. Suddenly a huge explosion engulfed the lab and Jaune saw was black.

Jaune woke up abruptly. He slowly picked myself up and looked around. The lab was gone. It was just dust and ruins. He could smell the burning corpses and I instantly gagged but instead of puke coming out, it was blood. But it wasn't red; it looked like a sickly mix of black of purple. Jaune was panicking, he didn't know what to do so he ran, and he run he did, into the woods away from the facility as fast as his legs could carry him through the woods. Jaune could've cared less that the branches and shrubbery was hitting him, he just …..ran.

Jaune finally stopped by a stream when he felt that he was far enough. Jaune went to drink some water in the stream and when he looked at his reflection, he had changed a lot. His hair was the same only now it was long enough to cover my eyes. His face seemed leaner and lost most of its baby fat, making me appears as though I am older. But what changed the most were his eyes, his ocean blue eyes were now strikingly blood red. It felt…..wrong but it felt right at the same time. Suddenly, he heard growling behind me. He turned around and saw something that made his heart stop. Grimm were in front of him, growling menacingly at him. They were slowly circling around me, trapping him from all sides. The stream was too deep to run across, and he couldn't swim. Jaune closed his eyes as he accepted his fate. Then he heard someone landing and heard the wails of the Grimm that died. Jaune didn't dare open his eyes. He didn't want to see who saved him because he learned that most people wanted something in return for doing something for you, and unluckily he had nothing to give.

"What are you doing here little one, shouldn't you have a home to go to?" the voice called to me. It sounded feminine but her voice was soothing to him, something he hasn't felt in a long time.

"Are you okay?" she asked kindly.

Jaune slowly opened my eyes and saw a woman that looked she was in her late twenties to early thirties. She had blonde hair in a side ponytail; she was wearing a dress that reached to her knees. Her dress looked like a mix of white, purple, and black. She was slightly pale but it seemed to fit her.

"Are you okay?" she asked again.

"Yes," he replied back to her. My voice was hoarse, raspy from screaming. She then asked,"What's your name? My name's Glynda."

He replied, "My name's Jaune. Jaune Arc."

The woman smiled a little. She then asked me, "Do your parents know you're here?"

Jaune seemed taken aback by the question. Did she want something from him? Or was she toying with him. He didn't know.

Glynda was confused. She didn't understand why the boy seemed to flinch at her question. Was he not used to people being nice to him? Her mind ran rampant, 'don't tell me his parents abuse him!? Hopefully he hasn't been scarred too much.' Little did she know that the little boy was scarred to the bone.

She asked again much more gently, "Do your parents know you're here?" The boy stared at her for a few moments and finally said, "No." She frowned. Jaune noticed her and panicked inside, 'Did he do something wrong? Was she displeased with his answer?' Jaune kept panicking inside but noticed that Glynda was looking at Jaune with a curious look on her face. She asked again, "Why not?"

Jaune didn't reply. Could he tell her? What would she do? Will she…hurt him? He weighed his options and told her very reluctantly, "My….my family's dead."

Glynda's eyes widened in surprise. She never expected this; she certainly didn't expect to feel pain in her chest when he said it. She looked at his face, not expecting to see a smile on his face. She was going to ask what he was smiling at but he answered before she could ask.

"Are you here to kill me?" the boy said. Glynda couldn't help but feel shock, anger, and sadness at his question. What type of punishment did this boy go through to feel this? She was going to ask why but was yet again interrupted by the boy.

"If you are here to kill me, make it fast. I have suffered enough in life," the boy said emotionlessly. The feeling in Glynda's chest tightened even more. Who could do this to a child; how could they make a child look and sound so…..hopeless? She straightened and looked at the child. What she did next shocked Jaune to the core.

She hugged him.

Jaune couldn't comprehend what was happening to him. He felt a wave of emotions wash over him. He felt scared, terrified but at the same time felt secure and safe. He couldn't hold it back anymore, he just let go. All the pain that was built up over the years ever since he was six when he lost his parents just exploded out.

He cried. Not in pain or in loss. Just in relief that someone finally gave him something that he so desperately needed.

Love.

Glynda held as tightly as she could, tears threatening to fall as she held the love deprived boy. She knew one thing as she hugged him. She was going to take care of him, be his…his mother?

She stopped thinking, her mind went blank. 'Mother? Could I really be a mother to a child? I'm only twenty eight years old!' Her thoughts were going sporadically around her head. But when she held his shaking and sniffling form, she knew know what to do.

She slowly let go of him and looked at him right in the eye and softly said, "Do…..do you want to come with me, to my home I mean?" Jaune looked up in surprise; he couldn't believe what she said. Take him home? With her? Why?

Glynda said softly yet again, "What do you say? Do you want to be my….my son?" On the outside Glynda was perfectly fine but on the inside she was panicking. 'What if he says no, what if he says-

"Yes."

Glyda looked back at him with tears in her eyes. But they were not tears of sorrow but tears of happiness. She held him once again and in her mind she was saying repeatedly,

'I have a son'

'The day I met mom was the happiest moment in my miserable life'

Jaune's life progressively got better from that fateful day. From that day on, he became someone important. He learned form his mom form cooking, cleaning, sewing, baking and his m favorite reading. He loved to get lost in books and explore every genre. His mother had a really big library, a REALLY big was about the size of an entire auditorium. He practically dove into the library reading all the books he could find, memorizing every single word he read in each book. By the time he finished the library he was only thirteen.

Another thing he learned about himself was that he had eidetic memory. He viewed this as a gift and curse because it was helpful to him but it made him remember everything about the experiments, the pain, the torture. He would sometimes wake up screaming because of the experiments. His mom would be there, soothing him, telling him everything will be alright and he believed her. He finally told her what happened to him when he was younger and by the time he was finished she was shaking in anger and sadness. She hugged him and told him that she would always love him and never treat him like he did when he was younger.

He entered school when he was fifteen and already he was a social outcast due to him not talking all the time. He didn't care but it did hurt but like his mom said once 'stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.' He was always bullied for being better in everything than his peers at school. He was valedictorian at his school, Signal Academy, and graduated with highest honors. He could vividly remember the happiness in his mother's eyes when he graduated at seventeen.

Then he was accepted into Beacon. He was ecstatic when he was accepted. He now could see his mom all the time and learn at school! It was great! That is until he learned that she wasn't a professor. He was crestfallen when he this but shrugged it off because he could still see her at school. What made him most proud was his Huntsmen skills.

He mastered the every known art of sword wielding, having eidetic memory helped him out aura was over the charts as well due to him having an overabundance of it. Dust though...he couldn't use it without exploding in amazing fashion. Dust just seemed to hate him and whenever he was near it seemed to glow like it was angry at him. It sounds stupid but its possible right?

He was on the ride towards Beacon and all he could think of was one thing.

' Beacon here I come!'

Hey everyone, Wailing Love here. This is my first fanfiction hope you all like it! Anyway I haven't decided on what pairings I should do. I feel like doing a harem story maybe but not too sure. If anyone is interested in bring my beta send me a message if you want! If you have suggestions about pairings review if you want but sorry I won't do slash. Sorry if you are Jaune/Ren fan. Anyway I'll probably do the next update within a week or two so please be patient.

Anyway please review, fav or hate I don't care I write just for the hell of it.

Wailing Love signing out.