Another chapter for you all. Enjoy!

'No. No! Get out of my head!' Ducking under a swipe from a Beowulf, Jaune was forced back further. The Grimm were able to go ten abreast with how far he'd been pushed back into the canyon. Another ten or so feet, and they'd be able to completely surround him.

'How'd we get here? Where are we? Why are there so many freakin Grimm?'

Jaune parried an attempt from an Ursa to smash him into the ground. Taking advantage of its temporary imbalance, Jaune threw his weight against his shield, and crashed into the Grimm, sending it toppling over, landing on its back. He wasn't able to push the advantage though, as two Beowulf and another Ursa replaced the first, plus the other Grimm pushing him towards the back of the canyon. The wall of the canyon was only about fifteen feet back, but he would be surrounded before then, as the Grimm would be able to come at him from more angles, as the canyon continued expanding outwards. Every foot backwards he took, took him further towards his doom.

'None of that matters! I don't want you here. You bring nothing but misery to me. The only thing you need to know now, is that I need you need to leave.' Another swipe, another parry, and he was back another two feet. He was quickly running out of time, luck, and space. Glancing behind him, he weighed his options carefully. Continue fighting, and be pushed back until the Grimm completely surround him, or race backwards now, and plant himself against the wall. Fighting Grimm on three sides was better than fighting on four, even if not by much. Deciding the best course of action, he turned around, and sprinted the last few feet towards the back wall of the canyon. At the last second before he turned around, he managed to make out a small ledge. Not much to look at, but maybe enough. Sheathing his sword, he jumped at it, and grabbed the first handholds he could find. Pulling himself up as fast as he could, he managed to make it onto the ledge, barely a foot wide, but enough to stand on. He looked down at the horde, milling about beneath him. Just barely out of reach, an Ursa standing on its hind legs would only be about two feet beneath him. Taking his sheathed sword, he placed it on his hip, swinging down to knee level.

'Really? Because it looks like you pretty desperately need me. I'm not going to let you kill us like this. Let me take over!' With that Jaune felt a pounding behind his eyes, instantaneously giving him a migraine. Staggering, Jaune pushed a hand against his forehead, in a mad attempt to ease the ache gathering there. Hardly remaining stuck to the wall; he looked for a better area to climb to. Hearing a screech from behind him, Jaune looked over his shoulder at the unexpected attacker. Behind the masses of Beowulf and Ursa, behind the slower Goliath and Death Stalkers, came the Nevermores. Dozens of them were heading his way, and it was clear where his death would come from. With a small grimace, Jaune redoubled his efforts to climb up farther.

'You have no more time! This is the end unless you let go; Let me in! You're going to kill us both, don't be a fool!' Choosing to ignore that statement for the time being, he dug his scroll out from his pocket, and checked the screen. His team's aura hadn't changed at all, but he still had zero new messages. Fairly worrying, but not as worrying as his current situation.

'I'll never let you take control again. You ruined me. Everything I had was taken away from me. You are the epitome of evil, and you're no better than the Grimm standing below me. The day I let you take back control, is the day I die.' Looking at the Grimm surmounting against him, and the Nevermores fast approaching, Jaune amended 'Not even the day I die.' Grasping a new couple of handholds he had noticed, Jaune pulled himself up, placing his feet where his hands had been. It got him another four feet or so over the Grimm, but it wouldn't matter unless he could get over the top, and away from the Nevermores.

'I don't care what you want anymore. This is more than just your life you're throwing away here Jaune. I'm not willing to allow myself to die here. Give me control, and I'll save the both of us Jaune. Neither of us has to die!'

'I refuse! Every time you take control bad things happen! Not this time. I'm going to get out of this situation myself.' Looking up, he estimated the top of the cliff was about thirty feet up. Grabbing new handholds, with aching arms, he pulled himself up once more. Gaining another four feet, he was making headway on the cliff. The Grimm at the bottom were getting increasingly furious, slamming back and forth in rage. A Beowulf jumped, and latched onto the rock with massive claws. It quickly fell, unable to hold on, but it gave the rest of the Grimm the same idea. Suddenly all the Grimm that could jump were doing so, uncaring of Grimm that they knocked out of the way in the process, or crushed as they fell back to the ground.

The pain behind his eyes returned tenfold. 'I just want to help you Jaune! That's all I've ever done! That's all I've ever wanted to do! And I'm sorry if that isn't what you want right now, but it's what's gonna happen.' Jaune's vision began to fade, and he shook his head, sending searing pain shooting into his head, but clearing his vision. He grabbed the next handholds he could find, and slowly pulled himself up; His arms having grown weak with his lack of aura, and the pain in his head. 'Just let me help you Jaune! Give me control, and we'll never have to run again! Please Jaune. Just let go.'

Jaune paused in his climbing. 'Never.' Panting in his break, he checked his progress. He was nearing the halfway point of the cliff; his hands and arms scraped and bleeding badly. Resuming his climb, he grasped handhold after handhold, refusing to slow down.

'Jaune!' The voice roared at him. 'I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask to be a passenger in your body! But can't you at least let me help you? It gives me a purpose. I would never purposely hurt you!'

'You know I might almost believe that if it weren't for the massive migraine you're giving me right now. You know, the one that's nearly knocking me from the very wall keeping us alive?' Hitting halfway up the cliff side, Jaune paused to take a breath. The Nevermore were practically right on top of him at this point. It was clear he wasn't going to make it. He was only halfway. And the Nevermore were FAR more than halfway to him. It was looking like it was the end for him. His teammates were probably worrying themselves sick about him. That brought a small smile to his face. Against all odds, he had made the best friends of his life in this school. They had accepted him, even when it had been made clear that he wasn't the best fighter, or leader on Remnant. And his team knew he had family too. They would make sure they were informed of his death.

'I am sorry about this Jaune. But I'm not going back to the darkness.' The migraine he had earlier paled in comparison to the splitting pain he now felt. His arms and legs turned to jelly, his grip on the canyon wall failed him, and he fell backwards, facing straight up. The sky, which had been a perfect blue, faded into the same midnight black as the horde's fur. He was out before he hit the ground.

A/N:

Y'all aren't actually supposed to know who the voice is yet, other than his name now. Its all part of my story. It'll be explained.