Maiden Nikos Extra Chapter

by cleancutegirlsff

What Could Have Been but Was Not This was a chapter I wrote after a member gave me some inspiration but could not fit into the tone or narrative of the story. Rated M for graphic violence. You have been warned. Ozpin killed Pyrrha. Now Jaune exacts revenge on his Headmaster.

I was standing in a dark room. I could make out no other objects, only a person—Ozpin. He was silhouetted in the little light that shone from some unknown place above us. Hatred coursed through my bloodstream looking at the man responsible for the death of the one I truly loved.

"Jaune, you have every right to be angry at me. I am the headmaster of Beacon and have the safety of the students as one of my duties. I was also the one who convinced Pyrrha to come with me and consent to the aura transference."

Ozpin looked old, sad, and very tired. I didn't care.

"I hate you!"

"I can see in your eyes that you do."

I drew my sword and leveled it at the headmaster.

"Jaune, do not succumb to your hatred. It will slowly destroy you. Ravaging you until you too are an empty shell. Violence is not the answer, no matter how much right you have to strike at me."

I kept my sword leveled at Ozpin.

"Shut up! What right do you have to lecture me? You killed Pyrrha!"

"I will not deny it."

"…"

I began walking toward the hated man.

"If you try to strike me down, I will not resist, but is this what you really want?"

I kept walking.

"Any action against me will not bring Pyrrha back."

I kept walking and was within striking distance of Ozpin.

"Any last words?" I gritted out the question with clenched teeth.

"Is this what Pyrrha would want?"

"HOW DARE you defile her name with your tongue, you BASTARD!"

As I scream out those words, I swung my sword furiously. I struck for Pyrrha. I struck in vengeance for her death. I struck for my love of Pyrrha. And I struck for the sorrow and bitterness in my heart. I never got to tell Pyrrha I loved her, for this I struck; never got the chance to realize just who it was I loved, for this I struck; never got the chance to say good bye, for this too, I struck. I struck and slashed with all my might, pouring my hatred into every blow. Blood flew everywhere, it splashed upon the ground, my clothes, my armor, my face. The red liquid flowed over the dark floor of this black room which grew ever darker as the blood seeped from the lifeless body of Ozpin.

"Pyrrha, you have been avenged!"

I fell to my knees, sobbing, the tears like a river that cut and mingled with the blood. I shed the bitter tears of anguish and rage. For how long, I do not know. The room grew darker and soon I was enveloped in the sweet shadow of unconsciousness.