Hi everyone, it's Konshiro Crobrasha here with another story. As you can tell, this ones going to be a bit different than what I normally do. Actually, it's a lot different. Where I usually like to make our Fearless Leader an upcoming hero of justice, this story is going to revolve around Jaune as he comes back from an unjust sentence with a vengeance. I am going to be bashing near every single one of the characters in this story. despite being primarily being in that of the RWBY-verse, there will be a few sprinkles of something else i have in mind throughout this story. If you don't like the idea of most of the main cast being bludgeoned with their own arm, or the thought of them getting seriously mangled beyond repair, then i will advise you to leave. This story is going to depict gore, and violence. Now with the formalities out of the way, let's get right into the action.

"W-what?" Jaune stuttered. He was currently in an orange jumpsuit with cuffs around his wrists and ankles. Before him was the judge who had told him something that he never wanted to hear in his upcoming career as a Huntsmen. He was pale as a sheet. Never before has he been so scared in his life. Here in court being accused of, well...

"You Jaune Arc are found guilty of the murder of councilwoman Clair Lebou in the first degree. Under the charges of Political Assassination, Rape and blackmail, your sentence should be death." The judge started, making the teen pale even more. He was just thrust into this trial without even knowing what he was being accused of. He was just on his way back to the dorms when these two police officers came up to him and told him that he was under arrest and then thrown into a jail cell, the officers telling him that he was awaiting trial. When he asked why he was even there in the first place, he was laughed at. When he asked again, the policemen proceeded to beat him unconscious. When he woke up, he was told that he was going to the court. He was so scared. He felt like things were going right down the toilet. But then he realised that his friends would help him. That they would vouch for him. He was so confident that they would be able to get him out of that mess that he already thought that he was a free man. His family arrived too, and even though he thought that they had an uncomfortable goodbye, they would help him. They were family after all. All of them were. Right?

"I can't believe you would do this. You are no son of mine. First you try to be something you're not, then you steal the family treasure. And now this? I should have banished you from the Arc family when I had the chance. You have always been a burden to this family."

"I...cant. Honey, why would you...why?"

"We always tried to stick up for you. No matter how pathetic you were. But you've gone too far now, Jaune. We cant have a brother that is willing to go that far."

That broke his heart. Hearing his own family disown him. Worse yet, his sisters that he had loved the most had never truly believed in him. His father that he always strived to make proud, cast him away. His mother...he cant even...he thought that at least she would stick by him. But in the end, they left him behind. He had almost broke down on the spot. But then there was the one last ray of hope. His friends. If there were anyone that could convince the jury that there was absolutely no way that he would ever do any of that, it would be them. And they looked like they would do it too. He was so hopeful that they would be able to do it. But then the evidence started rolling in. First was the murder weapon: a sniper rifle. He didn't even use guns! then was the blackmail: detailed digital knowledge of some of the shadier things that the councilwoman had done. The only way that he would have been able to do that is if he didn't only know the very bare basics of a Scroll. And the...R...rape. He detests the mere idea of it. And even then, the man was a secreter: someone who's blood type can be found in their...fluids. from the physical he took not even three months ago, he wasn't one of those people. none of the evidence even correlated with his timeline. They said that the event took place around eight in the afternoon. He was training with Pyrrha at that time! All of this seemed so ludicrous. some of the evidence shown contradicted itself. He thought that with the obviously fake evidence that his friends would easily convince everyone that he didn't do any of it. But then there was a strange person that went through his friends, whispering something he couldn't hear to each of them. And afterward, each of them had conflicting expressions. They each looked at eachother, even started talking to one another before they agreed on something. For some reason he felt a sense of dread. But if you remember what this tale is about, then you also know why he felt this way.

"Y-yeah, I think I even saw him trying to take my weapon to do something. And my eyes are never wrong. I...I bet he was going to try and use it to kill the Councilwoman. And I cant even believe you d-did that." Ruby?

"Somehow, I always knew that Vomit-boy would do something like this. He was never good news for us." Yang?

"I'm not really one to talk, but what he's done is unforgivable. I've never trusted him. Ever." Blake

"That impotent buffoon has been nothing but a nuisance. If you ask me, this was just something that has been a long time coming. I just hope that I won't be associated with such a horrible monster. Oum only knows what it would do to the Schnee company." Weiss?

Team RWBY had been the four that had been there since the beginning. Ruby was his first friend at Beacon. He thought that their friendship would mean something. So to hear that she would say something not even true was so shocking. Yang had practically driven her fist into his gut with that statement. Blake...He never really interacted with her, but when he did, he would always try to be as nice and respectful to her as he would everyone else. So why would she outwardly try to do this to him? Now Weiss. Weiss was never the nicest person that he had met. But he had always thought that she was only like that because she had a troubled childhood. But now...now he doesn't know what this feeling in his gut is. But with his ex-sister team turning his back on him, his very last lifeline was his other family. His team.

But they were the same as the rest.

"That bad man did all those things. If I could, I would break a lot more than his legs that's for sure."

"I used to think that he was someone worth the effort. But I would never respect someone who would do that to people who can't defend themselves."

He couldn't understand how the people who he thought were his siblings could turn on him like this. He always thought of Ren and Nora as people he could always depend on. Nora was strong for him when he wasn't, and he could always depend on Ren whenever he had to take care of something. So, with one last scrap of faith left. He turned to his partner: Pyrrha. The one colomb he could lean on when everything else was falling apart. And...

'...I'm sorry. I never knew he was capable of this. If I did, I would have never associated myself with him."

And like that, his world had been flipped on it's side and shattered into a million pieces. The one person that he thought would stick by him had just stabbed him in the back. He never would have guessed that she would do this. He...he was going to tell her that he harbored feelings for her. And now that she did this? He...

Before he could continue with the flashbacks, he was brought back to the present by the Judge and his next words.

"However, I will give you a choice. Go to a maximum security prison awaiting your execution, or you may choose to leave yourself within the experimental correctional facility right here in Vale. The choice is yours. And while I don't sympathise for vile monsters like you, even I would say that the death sentence is better than the facility." The judge said, honestly hoping that no one had to go to that horrible place. It was constructed a few months ago and it was already making a reputation as one of the most infamous places on the planet. There were rumors that the 'Warden' had allegedly sold it's inmates to the criminal underground.

Now Jaune weighed his options carefully. He could either take the death sentence and have all of this end, or he could have this pain go on and maybe even get worse in a correctional facility. He was so tempted to take the death sentence. Every fiber of his being was telling him to take it. But there was one small part of him. One single part of him that was telling him to take the other option. Whether it was his base instincts to preserve his own life, or a higher entity guiding him, he didn't know. And quite frankly? He didn't care anymore.

"Your honor. I would like to go to the correctional facility, please." Jaune said. He sounded so broken. So hopeless. Yet his tone had fell on deaf ears. The judge sighed in a mix of disappointment and sadness before wiping his hand down his face. He had a unique skill that allowed him to just tell whether or not someone was guilty of something. It was the cause of the end of a couple of friendships for him. Yet it has also lead to even more comradery for him as well. It has yet to fail him in his many years as a judge. It's actually the reason why he wanted to become a judge on the first place. But this case...it had never felt right from the beginning. The only reason he hadn't called a false trial was because the prosecutor had some...information that would not only take away his position as a judge, but also have himself tried by one. This child...he radiated the most purity he's ever felt from anyone. And that was saying something. Yet he has just been subjugated to such a harsh fate. Not even counting his sentence, the entirety of this trial has been against him. He saw as his eyes dulled when his own family turned on him. He almost wanted to just forget his job and call off this entire trial, but one look from that prosecutor was enough to squash that thought altogether. Then he saw those other teens testify against him. From the file he was given on the boy, he knew that they used to be his friends at Beacon Academy which surprised him. An aspiring huntsman-in-training was being tried. He cursed under his breath at how cowardly he was being. His want to stay a judge was the cause of this poor child to be sentence to a fate worse than death. He would have to face the consequences of his cowardice once his time comes.

"Very well. Then you will be sentenced to life without chance of parole at the Tartarus Correctional Facility. You will be transferred immediately. Guards, escort Arc to his destination." The Judge said banging his gavel and closing the case. He honest to god wanted to quit. That had been the most heart wrenching case he had ever done. And in some way shape and form, he knew that this wouldn't be the last he heard of this. But for now, he had some whisky at home that had his name on it.

"Come on dirtbag, you heard him. It's time to go." said one of the guards as he shoved the young man forwards. Jaune didn't even respond to it. He had already been broken beyond repair. What was a little push to him. So as he walked toward the door that lead him to his fate, he looked back to the very people that helped put him in this predicament. They were all giving him blank looks. But when he turned to face Pyrrha, he saw the faintest traces of guilt. He felt another tug in his gut that he felt when they said their testimonies. But it was much more prominent this time. So much so that he was starting to lose control of himself. It was so strong that the Aura cuffs on his wrists and ankles were starting to creek. All of this emotion that was flooding through him. It was clouding his mind, overriding any sense of right he had. It was something that he never felt before. But if there was one word that he would describe it with, it would be this.

RAGE

"How could you!? I thought you were my friends! My family! I trusted you!" Jaune bellowed in rage, breaking the cuffs on him and making a mad dash towards his former friends. The guards had immediately jumped in to try and tackle him, but he shrugged them off and kept on sprinting to the items of his rage. "I gave you everything! I was there every time you needed my help!" This time more guards came in and tackled him, finally managing to take him to the floor, but were struggling to hold him in place. Teams RWBY and _NPR were taken back at the outburst and were told to get out of the building along with everyone else. But they had their eyes glued on the blonde berzerker, who at this point had completely lost it. He was thrashing around, trying to shake off the six guards pinning him down. "When I get my hands on you, I'll make you suffer! You hear me!? I will make you pay! I'll make you all pay! And anyone who gets in my way will be-" He was interrupted as another person ran into the room and injected him with a needle full of a very potent sedative. He winced from the harsh injection before he started losing all muscle control. He was able to send the teams one more death glare before succumbing to darkness. The teams themselves were shaken by the display. But before they could ponder on it any more, they were quickly escorted out of the building. Leaving Jaune to be taken by a few more guards.

When he came too, Jaune looked around to see that he was in some sort of cell. He was still in a haze when everything suddenly lurched forward, causing him to fall off of what seemed to be a small bench. He tried looking around when there was another lurch. He tried putting a hand on the bench to try and gain his balance, but noticed that his other hand moved with it and that when he looked down, he noticed that they were concealed within a pair of cuffs. They were trapped within this...cylindrical device. He didn't know hoe to describe it, but he couldn't even move his fingers. Before he could think about anything else, there was one more lurch of the cell and then he heard some kind of commotion coming from outside the walls. He got to his feet and looked through a small window slit that allowed him to see the outside. When he looked around, he saw a sort of toll booth. After a few seconds, he realised that he was in the back of a prison truck being transported to that correctional facility. Then he felt the vehicle start to move again and sat down before he could be sent to the floor again. He still couldn't believe what happened. He was convicted of a crime that he didn't commit, and his 'friends' had turned their backs on him.

"Hrrnn." Jaune breathed out. Even the mere though of those people filled him with rage. Even the fear of this facility didn't cancel the anger he had for them. Speaking of which, The vehicle had stopped again, but this time, he suspected that this was the time that he would be put into his cell or whatever they did for a correctional center. He sighed again, closing his eyes and waiting for those doors to open and for him to be put through his sentence. He waited...and waited...and waited...

"Wait. Where-" Before he could finish his sentence, the doors finally opened to reveal a pair of men in some rugged clothes. He looked at them in confusion. Who were they? And where were the guards that were supposed to be there?

"Hey there little man. Guess what? You don't have to serve your sentence anymore." One of the men said, coming up to Jaune and gesturing him to follow. Jaune was confused. He didn't have to serve his sentence? While that was kind of nice, he didn't understand one thing.

"What? Why?" Jaune asked as he got off the back of the truck. He looked around to find himself within the more...decrepit parts of Vale. Behind him was a fairly large building he could tell was the correctional facility. It was nearing night so the structure looked more intimidating. He looked back to the two men to see a car come up to them. For the second time that day, he felt a foreboding aura in the air. The two men turned back to him and smiled wickedly at him as two more men came out of the car with crowbars.

"Because now you belong to the Arena." The man said, gesturing the two men with crowbars to get him. Jaune started backing away, but then realised that the only thing behind him was the correctional facility. He stopped and looked toward the well built men in front of him. He was practically defenseless and couldn't do anything to stop them. The man spoke up again, this time in an obviously fake concern. "Don't take this personally. But the Arena's been a little low on gladiators, so you could say it's just business. Get 'em." The man said, and the only thing that Jaune was able to say before he was hit across the face by one of the men was the only reasonable thing that anyone would say.

"Damnit." Then everything went black...again.

Alright everyone, that is the first chapter of The Fall From Grace. I'm sure that some of you are off put by this...or you are thrilled by what comes next. I really don't know what reactions i'll get from this. But either way, this is the new story that i'll be working on next to my other ones. Please tell me how i'm doing so that I can maybe improve what i'm doing wrong. Anyway, I don't really have anything else to say here, so i'll leave with this. NO BOATS! Toodles~!