Writer Note:

I didn't choose to be born in a world where you must work for a living

Yea so I rushed the last chapter. Took about 2 hours and I personally feel like it's the weakest one I wrote. A lot happened sure but I just know I could have been more descriptive. Oh well. If you guys don't like it please rip it to shreds in the review section. Tell your friends to rip it to shreds to I need that chronic input ya feel me?

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Chapter Seven


"Be steady! Do you know how hard it is to aim when you are writhing around like this!" Dr. Rebecca Foster MVD, as she would like everyone to call her, was currently holding a pair of tweezers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Her patient, a giant of a man, ironically named, Junior, was having mini seizures on her undersized pet treatment table. Shards of glass still floated in his now vacant eye socket, spouting blood like a lava geyser and making a good mess of the place."Please! God! Anesthetic!"

"Oh yea." Foster pointed her index finger upwards excitedly. She slid her chair to the cabinets behind her and opened them. Inside lay an assortment of varying medical pills and capsules which she quickly knocked away. "There it is!" She produced a small box, wrapped in a pink ribbon and rolled back to Junior, who smiled through tears in delight. She slowly undid the ribbon and pulled the top off, revealing its components. A single dart, with the words "when all else fails." was written on it.

"Time to go to the big farm upstairs. You will be able to run for as long as you want and be as loud as you want to…" Foster wiped a non existent tear from her eyes. Junior recoiled off the table, landing on the back of his head. Shards of glass and blood flew out before landing on his very well bloodied torso. "Wh-what the fuck… Just fix me don't kill me!"

"Ooooooooooohh" foster annunciated every letter in jest. "You think if a peeerrrrssssoooooooon was hurt they'd go to the peeeeeeeeerrrrsoooooon hospital. Not Dr. Rebecca Foster MVD Vale Pet Clinic, Faunus' Not Welcome? Really makes you think, huh?" She held her hands on her hip and stuck her tongue out at the cyclops and left the room, shutting the lights off and slamming the door on the cursing man.

She made way to her office that now doubles as her temporary bedroom. She slammed her fist on her desk, knocking over a picture of herself and her now separated girlfriend. She picked it up slowly, taking in her once lovers features before stuffing it into her desk. "I really hate faunus'...". She poured herself another vodka, whiskey, anaesthesia cocktail but before she could enjoy her beverage the back door slammed open again. Foster shot up, forcing enthusiasm from the miserable depths that were her soul. She contemplated if whether malpractice wasn't as bad as everyone else says it was before leaving her office.

Coco dropped the three bodies on the floor before sitting on the nearby waiting chair, cross legged. Her head was nestled in a cosmopolitan like magazine when she was interrupted by a masculine groan coming from the pile of near dead bodies. Jaune's head slowly rose. He didn't know where he was but the dog anatomy posters and various pet infographics helped cue him in.

"Co...co… ugh." He turned to face his coffee colored companion. She gave him a curt wave before returning to her magazine. Jaune took his right leg and pressed on the ground, he then tried to plant his left one but promptly fell on his backside. "Dumb-dumb. Just lay there. Wait for the pretend doctor." Coco flipped another page nonchalantly.

"Hey I heard that you fucki-" Dr Foster stopped in her tracks and mid sentence. Her first thought was why three corpses littered her once clean lounge. Her second thought was if these four young women minded the age gap. The sunglass-in-doors woman caught her attention first. Fair skin, skinny but endowed, dark brown hair with a caramel accent all woman that made her wonder what the rest of her tasted like. She turned her attention to the injured teens. The blonde woman stuck out to her next. A tomboyish lady, hiding her femininity behind plate armor that begged to be proud and free. She walked up to the girl. Kneeling beside her, she picked up the surprisingly heavy woman and with her caring hands, traced an outline on her surprisingly manly features. Jaune groaned again, shocking Foster before she harshly let him go. "Oh. it's a man." she said that last word with such revolt, as if Jaune was a cockroach. The red and white twins were her next priority, bloodied but alive she surmised after checking their pulses. She felt them under their dresses, of course. "Christmas came early this year…" She hummed.

Coco blew her hair lock out of her face and sighed. She wasn't surprised to find another denizen of this horrid city was a pervert. "Doc. Can you be a dear and patch my acquaintances." Dr. Foster snapped out of her delusions. She put a hand through her unkempt, reddish-orange hair. "You do realize that I'm a PET doctor. I fix people, faunus' not included."

"We can't go to an actual doctor for… reasons. We just need you to stitch and bandage it shouldnt be too different."

Dr. Foster thought about it. Business was slow. Everyone kept their pets indoors as having them kidnapped in the night by grim was only an option if you wanted them gone. Plus she has never operated on women as cute as those twins were. She's had fantasies that were a little too adventurous for her previous romances. "This way. Try not to get blood over anything." Foster put the two twins over her shoulders and carried them into the medical bay. Coco took Jaune by the hair and drug him over as well leaving a trail of fresh blood in her wake.

It was a relatively simple procedure but that didn't stop Jaune from whining the whole time. The treatment would of been completed faster if Foster didn't thoroughly exam each of the twins. "They look exactly the same I assure you doc."

"I figured I was just curious heh. I stitched up and bandaged what I could but these broken bones and Jaune's knee are going to take a while to heal. If you don't see a real doc- I MEAN see a person doctor they may not heal right."

"In this economy? I'll just get Jaune a walking cane. Or a stick."

Jaune finally stopped crying, taking back full control of his extremities. The pain was still there however was no longer sharp and searing. He took a few practice steps and aside from the pain he noticed he had a slight limp. "Ooh boy look at you strut. That's a pimp walk we already on our way to the next lesson." Jaune was about to mouth a retort before Damus flicked him on the nose. "Uh uh uh. You do remember our bet right. You gotta follow the rest of my orders verbatim. You're a man of your word right, Jauney?" Jaune sighed in defeat.

Coco looked at him talk to his arm. She gave her own a side glance before interrupting. "Jaune we have to talk." She walked up and put her arm around his shoulder. "Do you need help walking?"

"I'll be fine, thanks." he said, gripping the counter for balance. Coco scoffed at him, tilting her sunglasses with her index finger to get a closer look at him. "Don't act cool, Jaune. It's not your element." She grabbed him by the collar this time and headed towards the exit.

"Hey wait! I think I deserve compensation?" Dr Foster ran in front of the door and held her arms out wide in an effort to block the two. "Jaune, pay the woman." said Coco, arms folded.

"I don't have any money…. Sorry…" Jaune fidgeted on his toes. Dr. Foster's eyes twitched. "So you are telling, ME! That you broke into a VETINARY in the middle of the night, expect me to fix three badly injured PEOPLE for absolutely no PAY." She grabbed a bottle on the nearby counter by its handle and smashed the base against her own forehead before pointing the now jagged edge towards our two heroes. Jaune held up his hands in surrender while Coco just rolled her eyes.

"Tell you what." Coco pointed her four fingers toward the twins still lying on the table, knocked out. "Ill sell you those two for the weekend and that will make us even. You can drop them off at Beacon or your nearest lake when you're done, I don't really care." Foster dropped the bottle, letting it shatter on the floor and made way to the half dressed sisters. She stared at the limp bodies for a moment before addressing Coco. "Miss, do these two happen to have pet insurance?"

"Not a clue."

"Because I'm about to murder these pussies." Dr. Foster rubbed her hands maniacally and let out a giddy, perverse chuckle. "Knock yourself out." Coco left with a wave of her hand and Jaunes nape in the other. Jaune was curious as to what the doc meant but didn't ponder it much.

They walked arm in arm back to their car, Coco filling her purse with candies and other goodies along the way. Jaune shambled to the passenger seat before plopping himself down. He didn't get a good look at the car before. It had comfortable brown leather seats with a milky white carpet and dash. "Hey what kind of car is this." Jaune expected a woman of her high stature to be driving around in a luxury sports vehicle but it looked older. "I call it a caddy for short. Nevermind that. Show me your right arm."

"Its my leg that's hurt."

"Your arm, Jaune." Coco extended her right arm after starting the engine. Jaune looked at it hesitantly. "Fuck it." Damus extended Jaune's right arm towards hers and met hands. Jaune's palm emitted its familiar golden glow. Coco smirked as her palm started to glow with a violet hue, mystifying Jaune and even Damus. "Oh shit nigga, she's a real one."

"That's for damn sure, baby." An ethereal voice appeared in his head but it wasn't Damus' deep one. It was feminine in nature and had an air of a temptress. Every letter meant to entice the young Jaune, like it was audible silk. "Whose bitch this is?" Damus said.

"I'm nobody's bitch, please refrain from such vulgarity…" The sultry voice commanded. "Heh my bad…" Damus said apologetically, a tone Jaune didn't know he was capable of.

"Whorgana LeVay, Pimptress Extraordinaire." Coco appreciated the starstruck look on Jaune's face. Satisfied with her introduction she sped off, her destination; Beacon Academy. "You too?" Jaune questioned, hoping to get further explanation.

"Yes Jaune. I also have a pimp hand. Been a couple years now. How long have you been hiding yours…" Cocos right eyebrow raised.

"It's been about a couple days I guess." Jaune scratched the back of his head while staring out the window.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Coco rubbed his left knee to comfort him. He didn't know why but he chose to let her comfort his knee, it deserved it after what its been through. "So.. What exactly is it? My pimp hand, Negrodamus."

"What a handsome name…" LeVay rubbed Jaune's right forearm. It felt heavenly to Jaune and even more so for Damus. "Its for a handsome pimp. Show me what those fingers do." LeVay took Cocos index and thumb and wiggled off her black gloves. She then made an "OK" symbol and wiggled her other three fingers, calling him. Damus hesitated none and slid Jaune's index and middle finger in and out of LeVay's hand.

"God damnit LeVay you just met him!" Coco shrieked, blushing all the while. Jaune frantically apologized and avoided Cocos annoyed gaze.

"Jesus, these fucking creatures are what I like to call, apparitions. They are basically personalities that guide us to our ultimate destinies." Coco held her chest high in pride. Damus and LeVay were still… consorting. Jaune ignored them and let Coco continue. "They give us power and purpose. LeVay gave me the uncanny power to convince any authority figure to turn a blind eye or even let me walk free. Don't know how it works but It's been very useful, trust me."

"Awesome…" Jaune looked at his palm. "So mine gave me the power to slap really hard… I guess."

"No Jaune that's the default power. It also gave you something else." Coco ran another red light before cutting through a neighborhood park she insisted would save her about 15 seconds. "What's my power then?" Jaune asked very intrigued.

"I have a theory… I've been watching you Jaune. I got eyes everywhere in the school. Ever since your incident with Velvet she hasn't stopped talking about you since, lady killer." She elbowed him in the arm at that last part. Me. A lady killer. If only. Jaune couldn't help but smile at that thought. "Alright we're almost here. I have a small… proposition for you. The correct choice is a yes, spoiler alert."

She turned her face to him, ignoring the road much to Jaune's dismay. "I want you to work for me. Help me go about my day to day, with my sorted affairs." She could tell he wanted more information. "Look. I'm discipline committee believe it or not. But here's a secret. I'm not very law abiding." Jaune feigned surprised. "I need to become head of it, to make my girls lives easier. I can charm the other discipline committee members if I'm there but if I'm not they will continue to be caught and expelled and that's not good for my budding business."

"What kind of business?" Jaune wondered allowed. "Jaune you are dumb as fuck I swear. The pimp game!" Damus was dragged back by LeVay.

"Damus is correct. I've been giving your male classmates after school lessons if you catch my drift." Coco stopped just outside the school, away from sight. "If I'm correct, your power lets you butter up people, I'm guessing primarily women by the way Velvet acts when shes reminded of you. Id test it myself but you won't work on me." She pulled LeVay off Damus and turned off her engine, much to the hands displeasure. "They academy is about to vote in the new head of the discipline committee for next year and I need you to charm the other candidates out of the competition."

Jaune felt at a crossroad. He didn't even know that prostitutes, teenage ones at that, were at the school and now he is asked to help usher in a kingpin. "I don't know Coco, I'm not really comfortable with… pimping, in general. It seems, no offence, like an awful trade and I just can't support it. Sorry and thank you for saving me." Coco tried to be mad at the boy, but couldn't. He had a good heart and it was rare for someone to be thinking with it rather than their genitals. Nevertheless she needed him and Coco Adel is a woman who gets what she wants. "Well as a member of the discipline committee already. If you don't help me I'll make sure you get expelled for sneaking out at night and seven counts of assault."

"Oh shit she got your dumb ass haha." Damus slapped his good knee repeatedly. Coco ushered Jaune out the car, saying as she didn't want to potentially be seen entering the academy with him at the same time. "Think about it Jaune. This chapter is fairly long and I have to get my beauty sleep. I hope you make the right decision. Ta taa."

"God dammit, couldn't even finish. Jaune we gonna pay a visit to LeVay later. Anyway, on to the next lesson." Jaune groaned in frustration. "I'm not in the physical or mental state to do anymore, BULLSHIT, tonight!" Jaune was getting used to the sickly feeling in his stomach, rage has its uses.

"Oh yea. I forgot. Those twin cunts worked ya. You should of let Coco kill em why didn't ya?" Jaune didn't really know himself. That was the worst pain he has ever felt in his entire life but for some reason it was already starting to feel like a distant memory. I'm really good at blocking things out and remembering them at random later I guess. "They had a hard life. I'm sure that deep down they can be saved."

"Stop being so fucking soft they crippled your ass. If you weren't a beacon academy student your ass probably would of been dead. God you ain't smart but you can take a beating gotta give you that." Jaune was completely exhausted and chose not to argue with Damus any further. He tried to make way past the gate but stumbled over a curb and landed on the cement with a crack. Damus took pity on his host. He karate chopped a nearby street sign, letting it fall into his waiting hand. He crunched the part of the pole that met with the sign and threw the octagon into a neighboring building. "Jaune walk with this. It's not an actual pimp cane but it'll have to serve."

"Thanks... " Jaune propped himself with his makeshift cane. It was unnatural at first but after a couple hundred meters he was successfully compensating for his gimp with the steel pole, much to Damus' approval. "Look at that pimp walk. Damn you are fly as fuck."

Jaune found himself in front of the door to team JNPR's dorm. He stealthily opened the door before creeping it closed. He turned around when he saw a certain redhead, meditating in the middle of the common area. His heart stopped out of fear of its beat calling him to her attention. She was perfectly still, like a Greek statue. He silently tip toed to the male side of the bay, making an inch of progress a minute. After what must've been at least 10 minutes he placed his hand on the door handle. "Jaune." Pyrrha said with authority, stopping him in his tracks. Her voice turned on the lights of the room it commanded such power. It illuminated the boy, letting Pyrrha bear full witness of all of the day's sins.

Pyrrha laid her unwavering eyes upon Jaune's broken visage. His blonde hair was well waxed in sweat and grime, giving it a tinge of shiny brown. The left eye still held the black patch however it was extremely disheveled and needed replacing. The rest of his face was bruised and scratched, dried tears still showing paths that ran like rivers around his now crooked features. His lips quivered, fresh blood flowing from his nose caked the upper one. His T-shirt was torn from his neck to his belly button and displayed poorly stitched up wounds as if it was a collage of barbed wire. His pants had a darker shade of blue on his crotch area that had the faint aroma of urine stemming from it. The knees of his pants were torn to shreds, the left one with so much dried blood it made the denim look purple. Gauss upon gauss wrapped around his left kneebone. Jaune was pale and looked like he was on the verge of crawling into his final rest.

All traces of anger disappeared from the young amazonian. She ran up to him, picking him up bridal style. "Jaune, what in the world is happening to you?" Jaune didn't respond, instead opting to let the rocking if her arms make him fall into a well deserved slumber. He thought back to the events of this night before passing completely out. He risked everything to save Isabelle but he knew not of her whereabouts. His two torturers lay at the mercy of the doctor who sealed up his insides. He wasn't the only man or woman who had a mysterious glowing palm. Coco, indoctrinating him to the school's underground sex club. Thinking about today's events and what is bound to coke was too much for the fragile Jaune. He let go of his mortal coil. If he woke up the next day, he'll worry about it then.