AN: Warning! If you are an Arkos fan, continue at your own discretion. The ship is about to be scuttled and then rebuilt (maybe, undecided yet). I am also a big Arkos fan but I thought this story would bolster this ship. If you disagree with my methods, pls do not flame.
The main reason why I am writing this story is because my psychiatrist suggested me to find a way to relieve stress. Within the last 17 months I have fainted three times and possibly had seizures each time. My doctor suggested me to see a psychiatrist to see if that can help me.
I am 18 right now and applying for college. It is almost overwhelming for me and I tend to fear the things I can't control. Currently I am trying to decide which college to go to. My choices right now are UMD Honors, William and Mary Monroe Program, and Rice University. I don't know which one to go to and I am having a mental breakdown every time I think about it. I am fearful of what will happen in the next 6 months and uncertain about what I really want to do for the rest of my life. I mean I want to try to go to med school and continue to work in the private sector but there is also a part of me that wants to go into engineering.
I don't know what to do with my life right now and I am essentially spending my time playing League of Legends to avoid the subject, but that has only been an avoidance habit and the community there definitely does not help me relieve stress. (As a Jungler I am having aneurisms every game at everyone pinging me to gank them). Sorry for this lengthy rant, but I needed to get this off my chest before I start going back to real life. Thank you everyone for your support. You can comment and voice your opinions, but pls keep the anger to a minimum. Otherwise, enjoy. And don't forget to review, any suggestion is welcomed.
Autumn is upon us. Here, it always has. For Forever Fall has been cursed, some would say, to stay forever a crimson red. Little do they know of the summer that was and the winter that will. Yet the passionate heat of July will inevitably cool into the scathing cold of January. And in that metamorphosis is a story to tell.
Jaune had to escape. He had to run away.
He was a wanted man, and for a reason he did not know. All throughout Vale, wanted notices have been posted with his face on it. In shock, he called his friends in beacon but only Pyrrha picked up.
"Pyrrha! What is going on?" Jaune had to hide inside an alleyway, away from all the prying eyes.
"…" No response.
"Pyrrha?"
"You bastard!"
"Pyrrha, what is wrong?" Jaune was genuinely confused. He had gone into town for the afternoon to for something he had been waiting for three months. Their parents had arrived earlier in the day for parents visit day and Jaune thought it would be a good chance to do something long overdue. But as he walked out of the silversmith's store, he found himself staring at a giant wanted notice with his own face on it.
"What do you think?" Her voice was full of venom, something Jaune had never experienced before, "You hurt my parents!"
"What do you mean?" Distress filled Jaune's mind. He didn't know what was going on. He had left Beacon before the parents arrived in the hopes that he would go back just as they land. But the silversmith did not finish what he wanted and Jaune had to wait. By the time the boy had gotten what he wanted, it was already the afternoon.
"Stop lying Jaune. We have you on video. You attacked them in the auditorium!" Pyrrha made a sound akin to a sarcastic chuckle, "And now we know where you are."
"Wait, Pyrrha!"
Beep, Beep, Beep.
She had hung up.
We know where you are. What did she mean? A realization popped into Jaune's mind, the call! They located me using my scroll. What should I do?
Jaune debated what he should do now. Should he turn himself in? He knew he was innocent, and if the silversmith was willing to help, he could prove his case. Ok, he is going to go out and face his partner or whoever comes to collect him.
He stayed holed up in the alley until he heard a bullhead rush overhead. This is it. Time to find out what the hell is going on. The airship descended as he walked out. The exhaust from the bullhead blew a gust across the plaza outside the alleyway. But it didn't land. The doors slowly opened and Pyrrha appeared from inside the hull. She made some sort of gesture to the pilot inside before raising Milo, and in an instance, transform it into its carbine form.
Bang!
The bullet had only grazed Jaune's left shoulder as he had dashed towards cover as soon as he saw the gun. But the shock factor was there. He tried calmed himself down behind the fountain in the middle of the plaza while his aura healed his wounds. Adrenaline shot through his blood stream as he realized what had just happened.
Pyrrha had tried to kill him, and for a moment Jaune did not know whether to cry or run. But that moment lasted less than a second. He dashed towards one of the streets that funneled into the plaza, instinctually ducking as soon as he got out of cover.
Bang!
Another shot was fired, but it had missed again. Jaune quickly looked back across his shoulder and saw that the bullhead was descending to land. It will be a ground game from now on.
Jaune had ran for over an hour now. He had run north, towards the Forever Fall forest. As he reached the city gates, he planned to hide in a cart that was a part of an outgoing caravan back to his home of Arcadia, but the guards at the gate searched the cart and he was force to make a run for it out of the city.
Jaune decided not to stick near the road due to fear of being found. After all, if even Pyrrha would kill him, who could he trust? He stopped in a clearing and took stock of what he had with him. Before he could however, he heard footsteps behind him.
"End of the line, Jaune. Stop right here and face me." Jaune sighed as he raised his hands and turned around to face his partner.
"Pyrrha, why are you doing this?"
"Stop acting dumb, Jaune." The Spartan's face did not show any other emotion besides pure hatred. She readied Miló and Akoúo̱. "You will pay for what you have done."
"Don't do this Pyrrha!" Jaune held both of his hands up. He did not have his weapons nor his armor with him. Any blow from the redhead could prove fatal if his aura is drained. His plead, however, fell on deft ears as Pyrrha rushed her team leader. With Xiphos in hand, she slashed downwards onto Jaune. The blonde took a step back and dodged the first strike, but the Spartan quickly followed with a second attack. Jaune was caught on the back hand and the blade cut across his chest. His hoodie and shirt was ripped through but thanks to his aura, no serious damage was done.
Taking advantage of the follow through on Pyrrha's swing, Jaune kicked her in the chest and pushed them away from each other. Seeing no point in his outerwear anymore, Jaune tore his beloved hoodie off, revealing a white t-shirt with blood stains from where the blade had lacerated his flesh and the bullet had grazed his shoulder.
Jaune was stuck at an impasse, he could not harm Pyrrha, both because of will and of ability, yet he could not die yet, he had to prove his innocence. It pained him to see Pyrrha in this state and he could not bring himself to strike back at her. All he could do is try to avoid hits and hope for the best. "Pyrrha! I didn't do it! You have to believe me!" Pyrrha made a low chuckle as she went back into her fighting stance, "That is what they all say."
Pyrrha did not give Jaune any moment to explain himself as she charged again. Slash after slash, the Spartan made her mark on the blonde. Jaune tried his best to disarm Pyrrha but that is much easier said than done. Multiply strikes landed all over Jaune's body as he tried to reach for either the shield or the sword. On one swing, Jaune found a small opening and again, forced Pyrrha away from him. At this point, but parties were breathing heavily, Jaune had multiple cuts all over his torso and arms while blood had completely drenched his shirt. "Damn it Pyrrha! Stop it!"
No response. Jaune was beginning to give up hope of ever getting out of this alive. He had banked on the fact that his large aura supply will be able to protect him long enough to tire out his partner, but at this rate, he is clearly losing too much and won't be able to hold out for long. The teen prayed for a miracle. But none came.
Pyrrha attacked again with even more ferocity. She threw Miló directed at Jaune as she was charging and proceeded to bash Akoúo̱ into the boy before retrieving her Javelin. Jaune managed to avoid the Javelin from hitting his heart. It instead struck his left shoulder and pinned him to a tree behind him. From there, the blonde had no choice but to take the brunt of the shield.
"Ahh!" the pain was not as pronounced as Jaune had first thought but it ached and burned badly. He tried to remove the blade from his body but Pyrrha grabbed the end of the javelin and twisted it downwards.
"AHHH!" Jaune cried louder this time, yet he found that it took far more strength for him to scream. Breathing also became harder as tears involuntarily streamed from his eye. It wasn't just the pain. It was Pyrrha, the fact that it was Pyrrha was why he was crying. He could feel the blood filling into his lungs as Pyrrha slowing pushed the blade further down wards.
"This is for my parents!" The Spartan's face was filled with rage as she brought her weight down onto Miló and almost bisected her target. Jaune could feel that he was gradually losing control of his body, and with the last of his strength, with tears streaming down from his face, he raised his bloodied hand to touch his lover's face for what he knew to be the last time. The last thing he heard was the sound of a bullhead flying overhead, as his eyes slowly closed out. The crimson forest became deathly silent.
Pyrrha's rage slowly died out as Jaune stopped struggling. But the silence around them is interrupted as a bullhead flew overhead.
"Pyrrha!" Ruby shouted as she jumped off of the Bullhead "Thank goodness I found you. Jaune didn't..." Ruby was stopped flat in her tracks as she saw what was in front of her. Jaune was pinned to a tree by a javelin and both him and Pyrrha were covered in blood. "Oh my god." Without hesitation, Ruby turned and screamed to the pilot as she dashed towards her two friends, "Get the stretcher out, Quickly!"
Ruby pushed Pyrrha aside as she quickly inspected her best friend. Pyrrha tried to push back at the little reaper, "What are you doing, Ruby? The bastard got what he deserved!"
Ruby turned towards the Spartan on the verge of tears, and shouted: "Jaune didn't do it Pyrrha! He didn't do it!"
It was at that moment, something inside Pyrrha bit into her heart. Regret.