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Okay, after hearing what you have to say, I have decided to post the deleted scenes for everyone to read. Note: I won't be updating this regularly, or very often, as a lot of the scenes I scrapped I did so before I started saving them for possible later use. I may still write these scenes in later on, but I am unsure.
Anyway, this scene was the start of a separate story arc for Grimm Heir that takes place sometime after Jaune's brush with death. In it, we discover what happens to people who survive being used as a chew toy by a wolf/Grimm hybrid. It was actually one of my favorite ideas for this story, but the amount of attention it would require and the problems it caused in later chapters forced me to abandon it.
Side note: Yes, I am still working on Chapter 24, however due to an annoying amount of college work it might be a while till it's posted.
Anyway, here's Jaune's Grimm dream!
Grimm Heir: Deleted scenes
Scene one: Jaune's Grimm Dream
He felt cold…
His limbs were heavy and his body felt weak. His eyes stared upwards as he laid on his back, looking up at the tangle of barren tree branches. They were like gnarled fingers pointing up to the empty blue sky, clawing at it.
He heard a sound then, coming from his right. It was muffled and soft, but still recognizable.
It was the sound of a gunshot.
Soon, more shots filled the air with their thunder, accompanied by screams and footsteps.
With great effort, he strained his neck to the side, curious to see who fired the shot and why.
The sight that befell him made him regret that decision.
For it was a massacre of brutal and bizarre proportions. It was not of bandits sacking homes or Grimm consuming innocents.
It was of light butchering the dark…
Figures draped in shadow ran as figures glowing with light gunned them down. The dark ones did not fight back against their attackers nor plead for mercy, they just ran. With backs turned, they ran as fast as they could, but none escaped the lightmen's fury.
There was no quarter given, no mercy shown. Men, women and children were slaughtered without a second thought.
He then noticed something black lying close to where he lay, and with a woozy mind, recognized it to be an arm.
His arm.
He was one of them. One of these dark figures, wounded in the massacre and laying helpless on the ground. Fear gripped his soul as he realized he would die this day.
He did not want to die. He wanted to live. What had he done to deserve the lightmen's wrath? What had any of them done? What was the reason behind this undeserved slaughter, this savage butchery? Why was the light so hateful of the dark?
He watched as another shadow man fell to the ground dead. A child fell to her knees beside him, begging him to stand up. A decision that cost the child her life.
A lightman approached the dead pair, looking down on them. And though he could not see a face, he could feel the disdain the lightman felt, the utter contempt for those it killed.
The lightman raised its right foot and stomped down on the bodies of both man and child, dispersing them into dark mist that faded into nothingness.
It was here that he realized the guns had gone silent.
His eyes darted across the clearing, searching for any other shadowmen, but none could be seen. Now only the light inhabited the clearing. Their combined brightness blinded him and their heat burned him.
He was in agony. He felt his tears turn to salt on his cheeks as the light scorched his crippled body.
He was afraid, so very afraid. He did not want to die. He wanted to live!
"And live you shall…"
Suddenly, the lightmen began to die. One by one, they exploded into a million glassy shards. They tried to find the source of their destruction, but it was fruitless.
In moments, the lightmen were cut down, and the oppressing day shifted to peaceful twilight.
The second the last shard of light faded from existence he felt his strength return to him. The coldness that gripped him was washed away by a strange warmth that coursed through his veins. He felt so strong, stronger than he had ever felt before.
And with this new strength he pulled himself up to his feet. Now standing, he could witness the aftermath of this brutal slaughter with clearer sight.
There was nothing to be seen…
He could not believe it. Despite the destruction he had just witnessed the clearing look completely undisturbed.
Had it been a mirage? Had he simply imagined the lights and shadows?
He looked down at his hands to find they were wrapped in the same gentle shadows that cloaked the butchered shadowmen.
It was not a mirage. He had witnessed it. But the world, with its cruel ways, would hide it from those who had not. Only he would know what had happened, only he would remember the carnage and death.
Angry tears soon pooled in his eyes. A strange feeling rose within him, a yearning desire…
"You seek revenge…"
There it was again, the woman's voice that called to him just before the lightmen fell. It was a kind and gentle voice, like the chirp of a songbird. He tried to locate its owner, but just like the lightmen he could not find her.
"You shall have revenge…"
The trees began to part and he was greeted with a momentous display. A city of lights, glowing as the men had, burning within black flames. Clouds of smoke billowed above the city turned pyre, carrying flakes of ash that fell from the heavens like snow. From the burning city the shine of individual lights could been seen fleeing into the forest. But slithering shadows snatched them up before they could reach the tree line, gulping them down whole.
It was… exhilarating to watch…
He felt a great and primal joy from watching the city burn. He felt elation watching the lights run in fear and satisfaction at their deaths.
This was his retribution…
As the violence went on the falling ashes turned red. His hand reached out to catch one of these red ashes, but when it landed in his blackened palm it grew into a rose petal. Shocked, he looked up and saw that they had all become rose petals, floating peacefully in the air and all red as freshly spilt blood.
"You are not alone…"
He tore his eyes from the petals to once again search for the voice. The city was but a pile of ashes now, not a single structure was left standing. Within the ashes, stood a shadow cloaked and hooded in red rose petals.
This was the source of the voice. He did not know how he knew, but something deep inside him said this was the speaker.
He approached the shadow without fear, for it was what brought about this justice. As he drew closer, a feeling of comfort and peace began to permeate the air. A sense of devotion and respect swelled in his chest. He found himself longing to be near this hooded shadow, to serve her every whim and follow her every order.
When he was but five paces away, the red petal cloak opened up to him and two inviting arms stretched out towards him.
"The shadows are always with you…"
Without a second thought, he walked towards the waiting embrace…
"JAUNE!"
Jaune Arc bolted from his sleep with a surprised shriek. Gasping for air, he looked to his left and saw his teammate, Nora Valkyrie, standing proudly in her pink workout clothes and a large smile on her face.
"Good, you're awake!" She said loudly, "Now we can get started on this morning's physical therapy! We need to get you back in shape so when you see that big bad Direwolf it'll wish it was never born!" She then went on to dramatically enact what she believed would be Jaune's revenge fight against the legendary Grimm.
"Nora, Jaune completed his physical therapy last week," The only other guy on his team said. "What he needs now is a healthy diet to ensure strong body growth, which is why-"
"No!" Nora flung the glass of green goop Ren held into the trashcan. "You are not poisoning Jaune with those vomit slurpies of yours! Don't think I forget what your so-called 'healthy nutrients' did to everyone back home!"
Jaune sighed as his friends continued to bicker back and forth. Ever since he was cleared from the infirmary, his team had been dotting on him for weeks. To say it was a blow to his pride would be an understatement, but considering how he had been avoiding them so much he counted himself lucky they even looked at him.
That feeling of luck grew immensely when he found out that the Grimm he fought was the one and only Direwolf, a legendary alpha Grimm that could command other Grimm like a general and freeze a dozen men with its chilling gaze. Rumor has it that the Direwolf has a hide stronger than steel and that it has killed a thousand people on its own.
If it wasn't for his friends, Jaune would have been added to that kill count.
Speaking of friends…
Jaune looked passed his two fighting teammates to see Pyrrha in her school uniform standing patiently by the door. She gave her leader a warm smile and a friendly wave, which he returned. Pyrrha then gestured with her head towards the vacant bathroom, silently asking Jaune to prepare for the day.
Careful not to disturb the bickering partners, Jaune quietly entered the bathroom.
Locking the door behind him, (Nora just did not understand privacy sometimes), he turned the shower on and brushed his teeth while he waited for the water to heat up. Once his mouth tasted of fresh mint Jaune unzipped his footsie pajamas and stepped into the shower.
He washed his hair and body quickly, a habit he picked up as a result of his many sisters and one shower back home. But rather then end the shower there, like he normally would, Jaune simply stood there as thoughts about the dream entered his mind.
He had been having it since he left the infirmary weeks ago. It was always the same thing, a terrible massacre that ended with the killers dead and their home burning. But it was not these things that disturbed the young knight, it was the red shadow.
This faceless being would show herself, (he was convinced it was a woman,) when the city of light became a field of ashes, her body hidden beneath her rose-cloak. She would beckon him forward and for whatever reason he would always listen to her.
And with each step Jaune took towards this mysterious figure, the more he felt at peace… but why? Why did he feel so happy when he saw this woman? Why was her voice so entrancing to him? Why did he obey her words? What would happen when he finally reached her?
What did it all mean? Was it just a simple dream brought on by stress and trauma or something more? Was it a sign, a warning? The more he thought about it the more it frustrated him.
Jaune let out a heavy breath and leaned against the shower wall.
He felt like he was going insane.
Author's Note: If this confuses some of you then allow me to clarify. In Grimm Heir, when something becomes a Grimm hybrid it gains an ability unique to itself. It is a lot like a Semblance, but with one crucial difference: the wielder is not aware of its existence. Even when the wielder does discover the power it is not always confirmed they will be able to control it, as it is more of a subconscious reflex than a conscious decision. An example: Silver's soul absorption, which she discovered by complete accident and still can't control properly.
Pup's ability was going to be far more… sinister. It's a bit like a classic werewolf story, minus the whole turning into a werewolf. Jaune would start acting more confidently and aggressive as well as becoming far stronger due to the bite he suffered. Eventually though, the dreams would become whispers in the back of his mind, urging him to kill people and help the Grimm. This would eventually lead to Jaune winding up at Silver's side where he would serve Silver as her loyal shield. By this time, there would be very little of Jaune left, the whispers having taken almost complete control of him.
Of course, while it is an amazing plotline I just couldn't find a way to fit it in without it feeling forceful. Not to mention it would have been mostly filler and would have clashed with a lot of what I have planned for the future of Grimm Heir.
In regards to the hidden powers granted by the hybridization, I am sort of torn between keeping the idea or scrapping it, mainly because I don't know what power I would give Pup in place of what I just described, but also due to what will happen in the future.
I admit, the main reason for me wanting this plotline is that I am a Lancaster fan, and was going to develop the relationship between Jaune and Silver into something… different.
In the end, it just didn't work out. However, if there are any up-and-coming writers out there who like the idea, or even artists who would enjoy the image of Silver Rose and a corrupted Jaune Arc holding each other in their arms, I fully allow you to write or draw out what you think such a union might have brought.
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