Names for the seven sisters of Jaune Arc:

SpecialMonitor22

Luna

Terra

Seras

Peaceful-Sea

Anna

Rouge

Firestorm808

Jane

Marron

And the classes are:

RWBY:

Grimm Biology Studies

Grimm History

Combat/Sparing Session

Peaceful-Sea:

Aura Manipulation

Hunting Class

Survival

And my response for the reviews:

NecrorexSparda Juubi-No-Kishin: Still have NO idea what the actual fuck you're saying, dude.

potato man: Sorry, but black smith class is not only pointless to Jaune but also the entire Beacon Academy. Beacon is a place for hunters-in-training. Not blacksmith. If they want to, they can just go to a local blacksmith shop, quit hunter job and make weapons for the hunters. Go ahead and get yourself an account. It's not that hard and I know you can do it. Hope that you do share this with others.

Peaceful-Sea: I don't think that's how Aura Manipulation works. Even if they have large amount of Aura, their bodies should be able to experience the amount, adapt to it and be able to sustain it naturally without much practice. They can use this class as a way to practice their attitude to control their Aura in a way they can use the Aura at the certain amount that they want. The reason why Jaune couldn't sustain his Aura in my story is because he has an immense amount of Aura that his young, weak body couldn't even maintain it. That's why he went overboard fours years ago in the story's past and couldn't control his Semblance because he hadn't practice controlling the Aura in his soul and would not have the body strength to maintain it. Those two, maintaining of the soul's Aura with the body and the control/courage of it with the mind, are two of those three aspects that helps activate the Semblance. In summary, those with lesser Aura capacity can have a stronger control over the Aura than those with larger Aura capacity. The teacher, mainly Goodwitch, would have to estimate the manipulation rate of the students and train the ones who had the lowest. But, you did help with a quite logical suggestion so thanks! And thanks for congratulating me!

T51b Moridin: Way too late to say that.

Voltrasin: Thank you! I'm more satisfied than many enjoy this story, even though it had one major flaw that is chapter 4. I wish you fav and follow this as well. Do share with others!

I don't own RWBY or [PROTOTYPE]

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Chapter 7: Lesson No. 1

Jaune got up in a bad start as his alarm rang through his headphones at full volume, only his teammates were not alarmed to the siren. He was startled by the high pitch sound and quickly off it but ended smashing the generators of his scroll that allowed him his hologram.

"Ugh, what a 'good' way to start the first day..." He sprang out of his bed exhaustingly. He walked towards the bathroom with his eyelids glued together and with near accurate precision to where he was going, bumping to the walls a few times. Unfortunately, not accurately precise enough. He tried rummaging through the containers filled with each toothbrush and still could not open his eyes to find which one was his. His eyes were just too sore after the entire lecture Glynda gave him and that was after the bloodied fight with the evolved Nevermore. He gave up and pulled out a random one to add the paste. He then brushed his teeth at every side and every corner while feeling the soothing sweep of the brushing plans going against his gums.

He later heard a loud gasp. His first thought was that his team was in danger as he opened his eyes widely while looking at the exit of the toilet. He sighted Pyrrha, her face bright red with her hands to her cheeks in disbelief. She was in her own red pyjamas that had yellow dots. She was eyeing with a little bit dizzy eyes at the toothbrush that he was holding. It was red but his was black with bright yellow stripes. He gazed down to it and realized how much of a lazy dumbass he was. He peered back to the container and saw his close to Ren and Nora's. Theirs were green and pink. He summed everything up and found out the problem with Pyrrha. He looked back to her who was hyperventilating in an insane rate. Jaune pulled down her toothbrush and spitted out the paste into the sink before trying to calm her down, "Ah, I see why. Now, Pyrrha. I know what you're thinking but please don't-"

"Y-Y-Y-You just f-felt my t-t-toothbrush. I-It's almost like a-an ind-direct…*sigh*" She dropped to her knees before falling down to the solid ground. Fortunately, her unconscious body fell to Jaune's arms instead.

"...faint. You know, I still don't get what's wrong with others using people's stuff that goes to the mouth or other personal belongings being used. Unlike my brother and his perverted actions to the older women around the neighbourhood, this isn't just as bad, is it? Ugh, and this is the start of the day." He rustled as he brought her back to her bed and cleaned up for lessons. He got up in his Beacon student uniform and pulled up his tie as he focused back to his group. Nora was so excited for the day as she kept pestering with Ren who was readying his stationery. His head shot up to realise something that he had forgotten. He looked towards their leader to query, "Hey Jaune, how was the talk with the Headmaster?"

"Oh, um. It went-"

Last Night, in Ozpin's office:

Ozpin's office had large gears moving around at every side except for his window, making it a little bit harder for Jaune to properly listen. It still did not matter when Glynda was there at his large desk, muffling loads of crap into Jaune's perfect ears but all he heard was the sound was Charlie Brown's school teacher's muffling.

"And you think that you could escape me after what you did to the cafeteria and to your Professor, slash, HEADMASTER, Ozpin?! And don't try to wiggle your way out of what happened just no-" She scolded with her almost highest pitch as he listened to her words that were, to him, the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher, going "Bwa bwa bwa bwa bwaa".

As she continued her torment, Jaune was staring at her dully as if he was dead inside.

'Kill. MEEE!' was what he had in mind.

Today, with team JNPR:

"-great." He said as he ruffled the back of his hair with and unease smile spread by his lips. Ren intervened, "But why would she want to be so discipline with you over a sword fall?"

"I don't remember *whisper* know. *Regular volume* But it's logical that I wasn't careful with that 1 ton sword. Which is now resting perfectly flat on the floor there..with Gravity Dust on the works." He joyfully looked at his beautiful weight for a weapon lying down with the gravitational acceleration dramatically reduced to the Moon's surface. He picked it up to let it sink down at a slow pace, giggling childishly. Ren spoke, "I see...Well, I think it's time to wake your partner up. Pyrrha, right?"

"Yup!" The sword user walked up to her, sat on one side of her bed and nudged her shoulder. "Wake up, Pyrrha. It's time for school."

"No, mother!~ Five more minutes..."

"Hilarious that you call me a relative who has a different gender than me..Wait, I sound like a mother?!" She later realised the familiar voice. She shot up out of her bed and saw Jaune's bright smile beaming at her. She flustered a deep shade of red once more.

"Oh no. You have a cold again? Your face is red!" He leaned over to her as he pulled out his hand to feel for any heat in her forehead. However, his hand was slapped away by hers who crawled to the steepest side of her bed and away from him. "N-No! No. I'm fine. I…had a bad dream that's all."

"Dreams don't give you illness, Nikos. You must have a weaker immune system. Maybe if we-"

"No no no no no. I'm fine, really." Pyrrha wiggled her hands to symbolise the word 'No' many times. He found it strange but let her off with, ". But if you faint, that's on you. But still, I'll bring you to the nurse's office. Now quick change into you uniform. We must get there in time."

"R-Right. Thank you...And about the toothbru-"

"Please don't. I-It's my fault and I'll get you another tootbru-!"

"Actually, I-I don't mind, really! I don't mind..." Pyrrha softly giggled in glee, thrilled to know how delicious Jaune's mouth was. Once she finally wore her uniform, they heard a shout sounded by a royal voice, "It's 8:55 AM, you dunce!"

They opened their exit door and peeped out to see Weiss running down the hallway. Ruby, Yang and Blake, too, peeped out of their dorm's door until Rose screamed, "Uh! T-T-T-To class!"

They all ran out of their dorm and in an individual way, forming a line of sprinting school girls.

"Oh yeah! Classes..Oh wait..." Jaune walked out of their own dorm as his teammates, who were stacking on top of him, fell to the ground. "Come on, guys! Let's get to class."

All of them ran to their first class through the centre of Beacon where there was a fountain and the same statue of two hooded hunters. They passed by Ozpin and Glynda who were drinking coffee and glancing at the time respectively. He waved to Ozpin while giving a stone-cold look on Goodwitch, in response to the last night brain-dead lecture. She did the same while Ozpin told her to take it easy over the damage that could have been even worse. Once they got to their class, they noticed it had tables descending down to the front which had a teacher's desk and some white boards of Grimm and their specific, individual aspects. They also observed a clock above the boards. It was 8:59 AM. Lucky.

"Ah! More students! Come in, come in. You're all just in time!" An obese man in a brown suit with red tie welcomed. He had a fancy grey mustache and a neat, curly, short grey hairstyle. "Get to your seats, young ones. So that we can now start our lesson."

They obeyed and got to their seats. "Ahem...Monsters! Deeeeemons. Prowlers of the Night! Creatures of Grimm have many names."

Jaune noticed that Ruby was snoring, leading to the resorted verb as 'sleeping'. Weiss was jotting down notes on her notebook while Yang and Blake were listening to the teacher attentively. "But, I merely refer to them as prey! Ha-hah!"

Ruby woke up as everyone still sat at their seats silently except for..Jaune. He nodded his head in agreement as he find it logically true, thanks to his experience with Grimms, 'Well, that is not untrue.'

"Uuuhh..."

'Well, at least there is one supporter,' Port thought as he eyed a glimpse at the blonde Arc. "And you shall too, upon graduating from this prestigious academy. Now as I was saying, Vale as well as the other three kingdoms, are safe havens in an otherwise treacherous world."

As he continued his long speech, he walked in the same directions, "Our planet is absolutely teeming with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear you to pieces. And that's where you come in. Huntsmen, Huntresses."

He raised one eyebrow seductively to Yang, she put her direction of eyes away from him. "Individuals that have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves. From what you ask, why the very world!"

A random student in green t-shirt with black long hair threw his right fist in the air with confidence and joy. "Ayeee YEAP!"

Every student stared towards him which inflicted nervousness upon his heart. He got back down, putting his head to his arms on the table in embarrassment. Jaune felt sorry for the guy and joined in to make him feel less embarrassed, "YEAH!"

"Jaune, what the fuck are you doing?" Damien nudged him from behind. Despite his rowdier, more cautioned nature, Jaune did not notice him the moment he came in to the lecture room, "Why not? He's taking it all by himself. And it's still true."

"That's..fuck it. Do what you want then."

"That is what you are training to become. But first, a story. A tale of a young, handsome man. Me!" The professor exclaimed.

'Okay, it all changed down to waisting our time,' Jaune sweatdropped as Ruby scribbled upon her paper with a delighted smile spread across her cheeks. Weiss glanced at her leader before looking back to him who was muffling 'blah blah blah' throughout the time she was looking at what Rose was trying to draw.

"Despite smelling of cabbages, my grandfather was a wise man. 'Peter,' he told me-" More 'blah's had been muffled as Ruby snickered before showing her drawing to her team. It was a stickman drawing of Port who was round in circles and had stickman arms. She made a fart sound through her mouth. All of her team except Weiss, who was glaring at her with a nasty look, giggled as Yang gently slammed her clenched fists on the table before being silenced by a series of coughing from Professor Pete.

Jaune, too, found it very unpleasing. With a thought that would go on forever, why would a fan of being a huntress treat the path of hunting without commitment and manners? Peter continued, "...In the end, the Beowulf was no match for my sneer tenacity. And I returned to with the beast in captivity and my head held high, celebrated as a hero!"

'Man, Professor Pete sure likes to talk a lot. Sound like a hero story from a retired Saviour...hmm, now that I think about it, I might get something from him,' The Evolved mused as he then bowed before continuing, "The moral of the story, a true Huntsman must be honourable. A true Huntsman must be dependable. A true Huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise."

Throughout that part of his speech, the same red hood was fooling around with her school materials, falling asleep once more, and digging her nose. Weiss was glaring at her with eyes of rage and eyes that could kill. At one point, she eventually snapped. "So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?"

She raised her hand up while shouting, "I do, sir!"

"Well, then. Let's find ou-"

"I want to try this as well." Jaune raised his hand.

"Don't make this harder for me, Vomit boy!"

"What did I do to deserve that?"

"Now now. Let's settle this as lady and gentleman. I propose a decision for both of you doing it together." Pete suggested as both of them eyed at each other. One was glaring with extreme fury while the other still had a cocky smile. Schnee gave in with, "...Fine. Just don't get in my way, Arc."

"But, I'm already standing right in front of you. That's not fair when I haven't moved out of the way yet."

"Grr..."

"W-What?"

"Alright then. That settles. Go and change into your battle gear, Step forward and face your opponent." Pete patted on a metal cage that entrapped only darkness that had glowing, red eyes. Weiss walked out of the class and into the locker room. Jaune walked out of his seat and down the stairs as he put both his hands into his pockets. He strolled towards his professor and the cage as the obese man sweatdropped if he had not been heard right. "Um, Mr.-"

"Jaune. I don't like Mister. Make me sound like my dad and I'm 17."

"Ah! Yes, Jaune then. Your father was quite the respectful man. But, it's tragic he decided to work for Atlas tech instead. And I think you have misheard me. I suggest you go to your locker and get ready."

"No. I don't need to get my weapons for this one. By the size of this Grimm, this doesn't look like it need much effort." Jaune visualised the cage in the class while thinking to himself. 'Plus, I'm kinda lazy to get it anyway...'

"You sure? Cockiness is not approved in my class."

"Nah, I think it's more like analysation or something. Right?" He 'corrected'. After a few minutes, Weiss came back to the class, in her white outfit and with her white rapier. She glanced at the blonde who stared back. She closed her eyes, let a 'Hmph' escape from her mouth and walked down the stairs, feeling all mighty and proud once more. When she fall in with him, she whispered to him, "You'll be dead without your weapons."

"We'll see about that," He responded while all her friends were cheering for her. Ruby shouted, "Yeah, represent team RWBY!"

"Ruby, I'm trying to focus."

"Oh, sorry..."

"And I really don't find any benefit from your help AT ALL, Arc."

"Okay, guess I'll let you fight it off first then," Jaune said as he took steps away from her, leaving her completely alone against the Grimm. "W-Wait, I didn't really mean-"

"Alright! Let the match, begin!" Pete pulled out his giant two-bladed axe and raised it in the air close to the lock on the cage. He slammed his axe upon the lock which let the cage open. All could finally see what's inside the cage, despite its visible holes. It was a Boarbatusk that rushed towards Jaune instead of Weiss. With his hands still in his pockets, he dodged the attack with ease as he stepped away from its path. Weiss had a harder time to do the same when its next target was her. She attacked its right tusk before rolling backwards. The Boarbatusk stopped charging forward and glared at her. She eyed back at the enemy with determination while Arc scanned it with much disappointment as he leaned on the desk with his legs folded.

"Ha-ha! Wasn't expecting that, were you?"

"I didn't. I thought it'd be larger and less horny," Jaune suggested to Port, who stared at him in surprise. "..What? Oh right! I meant tusky! I always have problems between tusks and horns."

"Hang in there, Weiss!" Ruby encouraged. The Boarbatusk charge in for another attack. Weiss did the same but eventually got her rapier stuck to its tusks and her back being rammed against by them as well. She tried pulling her weapon away from it.

"Bold new approach. I like it!" He clapped before realising that Jaune was still doing nothing. His face was full of boredom as he observed both Weiss and the Boarbatusk battling out.

"Come on, Weiss! Show him whose boss!" Her leader continued shouting as she glanced back to her before having her rapier flung to one side of the class by the Grimm. It tackled her, forcing her to fall to the ground.

"Ho-ho! Now what're you going to do without your weapon?" She looked up as she recovered and sighted it coming towards her. She lunged off to another side, forcing it to hit its tusk to the table. She ran towards her weapon to get it back. Once done, Ruby, again, advised, "Weiss! Go for its belly! There is no armour undernea-"

"Stop telling WHAT TO DO!" She finally snapped as she shot back to her with a nasty face willed with wrath. Ruby felt down after being shouted at her partner. To make things worse, the Boarbatusk rolled up and spun vertically towards her like a wheel of a Ferrari car. It made a perfect hit and smashed her out of her willpower, forcing her defeat. She flew back with her rapier dropped and had her back almost slammed to the nearby wall. But, before she could collide with it, instead, she was caught by someone behind. She tilted her heard upwards to see Jaune who was beaming back with a smile that she thought it depicted, 'Hah! I told you and I'm better than you!' when it really meant, 'Hi.'

"You alright, Snow Angel? Looks like it hurts! And I really don't think you should shout at Rubes like that. Otherwise, Yang's going to..Weiss? Weeeiiss..." Her vision started to fade off, forcing her to succumb to the loss of consciousness. She lost her grip and laid on his arms adorably. He sighed before bringing her to Pete's desk to gently lay her on it. He tilted his head towards the Grimm boar, still calm as ever.

"Now that Weiss is out for the count, what are you gonna do without a friend but with her weapon?"

"..." was his response before cracking his knuckles and hopping up and down to prepare himself. He put back his hands into his pockets and glared at his enemy with his azure but dangerous-looking eyes. He still had his frown crossed by his lips. And he finally spoke up, "...I'm sorry for not giving you a response. Thinking about today's lunch."

"I-why would you-at a time like..So, what would you do now?" He wished not to make it any more difficult to understand him.

"Oh, that's easy. Just kill it," His threat had affected the Boarbatusk. It felt fear, terror, even misery and despair for ever living to hear that. It backed off for a few feet but gained a boost of confidence and motivation out of nowhere as it rushed once more towards him now. He rolled his eyes while looking at something or someone else, agitating the Grimm and causing it to lose self-control. It increased its speed and was a few feet away from him.

Fortunately, in a split second, before it could do anything to him, he pulled his right leg back and exerted it forcefully at the opponent. His toes landed upon its neck and causing a huge shockwave that pushed the air molecules away, including the Boarbatusk. It was about to collide with one of the students who ducked down to the table. He accidentally broke the table that was actually done by the Grimm. It had dizzy eyes and as it tried to recover, Jaune meandered to Pete who had eyes filled with revelation. He said, "But you didn't kill it."

"Oh yeah! Forgot to do this." When he jerked his head to crack his neck, the Boarbatusk's neck exploded and was split open, causing the head to fly up into the air and smash through its ceiling, continuing its journey to the sky. Its decapitated neck was like a fountain, spilling out blood majestically along with the nearest organs. All the classmates stared at it in a strange felling of disbelief, awe and dignity-loss. The professor, too, was eyeing at it with the same exact feeling.

'Oh my gods! What the hell did he do!?' He gasped in his mind. Arc then stopped his train of thoughts by asking, "So, can I get back to my seat?"

"Y-Yes! Of course!"

"Thanks." As he walked back to his seat, the nearby students began to whisper to one another, gossiping over Jaune's glorious strength. It all went "What the fuck is he?! Taking a Boarbatusk with a kick and a crack to his own neck?", "A fucking monster, that's what he is!", "Christ...Good thing I'm not in his team." while Jaune had a care-free while emotionless face with a simple question on his mind, 'I really wonder what's for lunch! It's such a pain to find out! I feel like I could go for chicken.'

"...Ahem! Now that we won't have much time left, it's best we end our lesson. Be sure to cover the assigned readings. And remember, stay vigilant. Class dismissed." All of them except Jaune and Weiss walked out of his class, still eyeing at the dead corpse. Before the blonde could leave, he was stopped by a hand to his shoulder. He turned around to his professor with a questioned look. "What is it, Professor Port?"

"I may be the teacher but I'm also a busy man. Could you kindly bring Miss Schnee to the nurse's office?" His other hand gestured to her still unconscious body. She was sleeping on his desk soundly but beautifully. As if she truly was Snow White. However, Jaune shrugged in an agreement but was unsure if he really wanted to. He walked towards her body and lifted her bridal style as well. Before exiting, he glanced back to Port to inform him, "Also, how did all this escalated from a Grimm biology lesson to something similar to Glynda's-"

"Professor."

"Professor 'Good'witch's lesson? She's our combat professor, right?"

"Honestly, I have no idea."

"Me, too." After exiting, Pete opened up his Scroll and dialled Ozpin's number while talking to himself, "I never really understand that young man." After ringing for a while, it answered, "Ozpin speaking."

"Ah, yes! Professor Ozpin, about Jaune-"

Glynda's voice could be heard through his scroll, "Is it more damages?"

"N-No! Not some 'rude' behaviour of his to damage his own dorm's floor, causing every first-year to come after him and crashing only one window. Kind boy, you've over-exaggerated about him, Glynda. It's about his strength..Something about..Alexander Mercer? And do we really need to teach him? You've visited the town they were living for four years and asked for surveillance of only this Alex and Mr Arc. Reading almost anything there is about Grimm biology, history and the physics and chemistry of Remnant. And gods know what they were training to make an outstanding performance on a Boarbatusk."

"Well, it isn't necessary for all of us to teach him..."

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Nurse's office:

"Ssooo, how's she doing?" Jaune questioned the nurse, who was a very adoringly kind person with a short, curled pink hair. He was sitting on a chair with his right leg on top of his left. She responded, "She's doing fine. I'm quite surprised that you carried her all the way from Professor Port's class like that! Are you two a thing?"

"Nope. Two things. One and one. Also we're living things." Jaune explained whereas he had no idea why she would call them objects.

"Oh! I see. Well, it's best that you go back to your classes. I'll take care of her, okay?"

"I think it's best that I stay here. I gotta get her something first before I leave." He stood up and passed by her and towards the Schnee.

"Don't you need to learn and do well for your huntsman exams and graduate as a huntsman?"

"Not really. I just want to have fun. And besides, she'll wake up sooner than you even anticipated," Once he got her on the bed, he sat down and waited patiently for her recovery. Even after half an hour, he was still being tolerant until he had a hypothesise. He leaned in to her left ear and murmured, "Maybe this would get her up. Time for a slender kiss!~"

With a sudden jerk of her eyelids, she sprang out of the nurse's bed while yelping. She slapped him in the face for almost 'violating' her. Her face was burning scarlet. "H-H-How dare you try and do s-s-something like t-that! Taking my chastity w-with d-disgusting intentions and y-your hot bod-HEADEDNESS, I mean hotheadedness! You p-perv! YOU'RE THE WORST!"

"Wow, that worked harder than I expected! I'm surprised it's not even hurting yet-OW! Nevermind. *Whisper* Guns are tickles but slaps hurt. Wow, nice reasoning there, creator..."

"...How can some absolute dunce like you exist in the World of Remnant?!"

"I exist for a main purpose," He got closer to her as she started whimpering in fear of what he would do to her. He gently fondled her side silky white hair. "To woo your heart over."

She had a deeper shade of red spread on her cheeks. She rolled her eyes upward before fainting back to sleep. He laughed, "I had no idea Damien's flirting skills could do this. Maybe it's luck that he doesn't have. Or the fact that he's been going after women of different taste than a dog Faunus. Well, since I've went overboard and messed that up, I guess I should go for..'Oobleck's' class? Oh well, we all have those kinds of names anyway."

He later dawdled out of the nurse's office, leaving Weiss in an easier state than in a concussion of pain.

-:-

History lesson:

"And the reason why the Faunus rejected the humans as enemies is because-" A green-haired professor said in such incredible speed. He had circular glasses and had yellow tie and had his white t-shirt loose and green pants. More importantly, he had spiky green hair that almost look like Vegeta from Dragon Ball, which made Damien laugh in a controlled manner. Suddenly, the main doors of his class were pushed open by Jaune, who apologised to him for being late.

"Ah! It's alright, Mr. Arc! I heard from Mr. Port about you having to bring Ms. Schnee to the nurse's office! You won't have any problem of late-coming. Now, would you kindly get back to your seat so that we can continue?" Jaune heeded him and looked around for spare seats for today. He searched throughout every desk only to find a spare seat next to Damien and below Cardin. He grumbled something about horrible misfortune while settling in near his brother. His professor later pursued on with, "Now, as I was saying, the reason why-"

"Brother." Damien called out as quiet as he could possibly go but Jaune completely ignored him due to realising how excitingly awesome Oobleck's fast pace was. He tried again but to no avail. Thanks to the quote 'Third time's a charm', he finally gave up, "What do you want?!"

"Help me, man. Cardin's been harassing me around ever since we got back to our dorms, he's been dicking around with my ears!"

"Why would he want to do that?! Your ears are easily sensitive. Like, vulnerable enough to be shot down-"

"Y-Yeah, stop being a dick about my beautiful canine ears and start HELPING ME!"

"But I thought he'd be a good guy!" Cardin, who was fooling around with his triangular ruler, dropped it on top of Jaune's head. Although he did not feel the pain, he could feel slight annoyance in the inside as the bully snickered while covering his fiendish smile with his hands. "...I like to rephrase my sentence, if you could kindly permit."

Damien then continued, "Now you know why I need your help with me, man?!"

"Yeah. Wait until lunch then we'll take care of this issue."

"But, why?! How about now?!"

"With the education going on and I'm the one who hit the books while you're flirting on the girls?! Please, just start learning!"

"Mr. Arc!" Their hyperactive educator shouted, interrupting both of them. They both asked, "Yeah?"

while he stood at the same exact spot, startled as he had forgotten that he had two Arcs in his class. "I-I meant Damien Arc. What are you bragging about with your brother?! I hope it's something relevant to today's subject!"

"O-Oh no, Mr. Oobleck sir! It's just that I-uh was telling him what he had missed when he was away for a while."

"Hmm..I see you have a point there, Damien! Do try your best to multi-task in taking down notes of what I'm educating you all about while proceeding on to helping your brother! Carry on!" Mr. Oobleck zoomed off to another side of the class, pointing his index finger up in the air as he continued the history between Faunus and humans. Jaune looked back to his brother, "We'll talk about this later."

Mr. Oobleck continued zipping around the room while drinking his cup of coffee. With accurate precision and timing, the blonde grabbed him by the wrist, forcing him to drop his cup. Before it could tilt in the air and spill his coffee, he used his other hand to grab it. The teacher's hands were trembling as if he had a dose of both cocaine, steroids and caffeine. His head was even twitching out of control, "I think that's enough."

"What do you mean, 'enough'?! Coffee's never enough! NEVER!"

"P-Professor! I believe it'd be wise if we behave like gentleme-AARRGGHH!" Jaune tried reasoning with the hyperactive teacher until he was having his ear being pulled out with his teeth. Damien eyed back at Cardin, who was holding a packet of something white and laughing, "Prick's got 'sugar' too."

At the dining hall:

At the canteen, teams JNPR and RWBY were sitting at their own chosen seats after apprehending their food from the stall holder. Weiss came back from the nurse's office and joined the gang. But, when her eyes met Jaune's, she looked away with a 'Hmph!' while hiding her blush. Jaune rolled his eyes while petting his ear as Nora continued divulging her story to everyone about her and Ren fighting off a bunch of Ursi which Ren corrected her as two Beowolves. Weiss tried to forbid Ruby to eating a large plate of cookies only with milk.

As Jaune was playing with his food which was bacon and eggs. He was taking few seconds of glances upon team CRDL who were with a brown-haired girl with bunny ears. Both Cardin, Russel, Sky were picking on her, including Damien, however. Cardin was pulling her ears harshly while laughing as Sky was childishly fooling around with his hands above his head as if his hands were bunny ears, mimicking her. Russel was the only one who was pretending to strangle him while pulling one of his dog ear as brassy as Cardin. Damien tried to retaliate by elbowing his kidney area and pulling away Russel's arm from his neck. Pyrrha was aware of his actions.

"Jaune, are you okay?"

"Mhm. Why?" He replied, still spying on the other group. Ruby joined the conversation, "It's just that you seem a little..not okay."

"I'm alright. In fact, I'm more than that. I feel thrilled."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. You see team CRDL over there, three of them idiotically playing around with the bunny Faunus and their own teammate?" He used his fork to point at them. His and Ruby's squads look at the bunch, notified of the situation. "That's Damien. You remember Damien, right? Yeah, he is going to be suspended in the next few minutes. At best, thirty seconds."

"Why?! Why would you be that mean to him?! I know he may seem some pervert and a prick but, you guys can work it out, right?" Yang queried, unpleasant of Jaune and his sibling's dispute. However, he answered without much face expression, "Nah, I'l forever hate him for..*sniff* burning my comics and action figures...*sniff*"

"That's it?" Blake raised one eyebrow. He shifted his eyes with a jerk to her, frightening her as he glared at her with his matchless eyes. "Those were such BEAUTIFUL X-Ray and Vav comics, ya know?! *sob* I miss my Bug Ranger action figure.."

Jaune gulped down his entire glass of orange juice with the rest of the group glaring at Blake disappointedly. "I-I-I didn't mean to!"

"I-It's alright. After all, it's just a broken dead childhood...B-But hey! Look, look! It's starting!"

They looked back to CRDL and the female. Damien was then sitting on the bench, looking down to the ground, his fringe covering his eyes with shadow. His lips curled up to a frown while Russel had a bright but satanic smirk as he continued pulling his ears. "Now, that's- " Jaune chuckled as after Russel pulled his ears one more time, Damien flicked his arms away from him using his own.

"-where the fun comes," The Dog Faunus pierced his hand into one part of Russel's body near his stomach where there's no important internal organ in. Blood was oozing profusely out of Russel's wound, tainting Damien's hand. The green-haired took a second to recover from the shock before howling in torturous pain, attracting everyone in the dining hall's attention. Their team, along with the Bunny Faunus, were flabbergasted at the distressful sight. Damien pulled his hand out from his body, letting him fall to the ground, grunting hysterically in agony. As Russel pressed down on his wound while Sky was panicking, completely unsure of what to do. The Faunus quickly ran out of the dining hall, probably trying to find a professor to aid in the case. Cardin focused upon the Arc, who was feeling the blood on his hand, enjoying the satisfaction of vengeance, with eyes depicting rage.

"Dog-shit!" Damien gazed up to him before almost getting punched at the face. He dodged the swing by doing a side flip and a perfect landing on the table. He stood back up while looking down on Cardin. The leader rose up to his height while coming close to his face. "Fuck are you trying to do the team, freak?!"

Arc muttered something that only the Winchester could hear. The mace user backed off with a confused look while asking him, "What the hell you mean by that, huh?! Why the hell should I back off-?"

He got cut off when the sword user's eyes turned orange-yellow. They were beaming at his as if he could see Death on his boat through him. Cardin trembled back, dropping down to his knees as well but with a broken dignity and life-scarring fear. Damien walked closer to him who curled up into a ball while screaming for dear life, "DEAR GOD, NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE DEAD!"

"Dead? Who's he talking about?" A random student asked another who shrugged. "No idea. Maybe he killed something instead of someone. It could be a Grimm or so...or even a dead family member."

More remarks sounded the halls before Damien's eyes dimmed back to black. He hopped off the table and walked towards Jaune. Sky was staring at him, fear-struck by his untouchable power. He turned to his partner, causing more terror into his heart as Sky increased their distance away from one another. He revolved back to Jaune, who was smiling brightly with his hand raised for a handshake. They clapped their hands and bumped into each other. The blonde cheered, "I'm, for once in a year, proud of what you just did."

"Well that felt extremely satisfying but why did you want me to do that? I could just inform the teacher about the racism and not try to kill them both physically..." Damien rotated once more to Cardin who was sucking his own thumb while curling up into a ball. "...and mentally."

"Hey! It's the best way to stop the racism, right? I really don't want anymore with vermin bullies."

"You sound like a villain who despises humanity."

"And you sound like a dog in heat. Which you've liked to hear from the women in those DVDs..A lot."

"Yup. Tried to do the whole flirty thing as well but the girls here are way too clean to go dirty on. Of course Yang's not easy, I think. Does she like it in the-" He got lightly slapped by his non-animal brother on the cheek.

(Damien will remember that...)

Jaune pouted, "Nope. Also, stop trying to put women in filth. Do you like to get filthy?"

"O-Okay, I hear you..." Damien heeded his words while Glynda pushed open the doors with a frustrated look and the bunny Faunus behind her. She had her whip in her grasp, gripped so tightly its handle might break. She twirled it around and a green glyph with a plus sign appeared upon Russel's wound, mending it. She flung it once more to levitate both fallen Cardinal members off the ground and got them to sit on the bench chair. Goodwitch tilted to Damien, who was as pale as a ghost, while stomping towards him and pulling his ear. He was yelling in pain as he was dragged out of the hall. Jaune continued staring at both of them, leaving the scene as he was completely dumbfounded, "...Wait, did I get away with that? Yay!"

However, the bunny girl walked towards the RWBY and JNPR group, whimpering in fear as she was afraid that she was being an annoyance, "U-Um…H-Hi! I bel-lieve that you're J-Jaune Arc, right?"

"Yeah. What's wrong?"

"I overheard your c-conversation after Professor Oobleck's class. Y-You told him to almost k-kill his own t-teammate!" Everyone concentrated to him, who was confused by their shocked looks. "What? It went out great! And I said half-dead. Near death and 50% is different. And he's a hunter, he should take the beating, and with his team."

"And got your brother to the Headmaster's office?! You're even worse than I imagined." Weiss coughed, her arms folded.

"But, didn't we help you, uh..?"

"Velvet. And yes. You did without mercy, y-you know!"

"Fine, I did. It's still the right thing to do, wasn't it?"

"It's wrong but, t-thank you for trying to help me back there." She praised while smiling to the floor in much appreciation.

"Aye! Don't thank me. Do that to my brother. He loves it when girls express their gratitude to him. However, his opinion to the word 'thank' isn't what you normally think it is. I mean, he even detailed what he specifically wanted, from a magazine with a woman in the front cover," All of them felt disgusted after hearing that. "Wanna eat with us?"

"S-Sure! But, I hope I'm not intruding."

"You're not. Come on, just cheer up! Now, take seat with u-"

"Mr. Jaune Arc, you are to come to the Headmaster's office IMMEDIATELY. You are accused of framing Damien to harm his own team." The speaker roared while Jaune put up a smile. "That snitch."

He sauntered out of the canteen. He made his way to the office while his friends were sweatdropping at the sight of his act. Velvet then spoke up, "Does he do that all the time?"

"Trust us. He's more different than human." Blake answered while he shouted down the halls, "I HEARD THAT!"

-:-

At the Headmaster's office:

"What were you both thinking?! You could have killed off the green haired and now you want to make the situation worse with breaking your own leader, Damien?! And you, Jaune Arc, I told you thousands of times-" Glynda thundered at them, who were Jaune, drooling while staring into the air out of dead boredom, and Damien, sweating buckets. The blonde cut her off, "Actually, six times."

"-NOT to interfere in such a gruesome way. You even forced your brother to follow your footsteps!"

"He agreed to it, didn't you Damien?" He nodded in response. "Told ya! And besides, if they were showing off how 'muscular' and 'superior' they are, they might as well be those kinds of kings that lets his own guards handle Hell outside his castle as he have a cup of tea and a meal. Or! They can suck it up and feel the pain that all hunters have to deal with."

"And how is unnecessary violence the most preferred idea of taking things as such in a serious manner?!"

"Well, we're not really listening to your advice of being the better people, you know. And that's the same issue as not taking physical action. If you still want to punish us, might as well cancel the Vytal Festival Tournament or whatever it's called for us. We don't mind."

"That includes your teams."

"We don't need to be the only successors of the academy that has you in it. You know, as our combat teacher." Glynda was at the brink of both insanity and rage as she was trying to resist slapping him on the wrist. Ozpin continued sipping his coffee before speaking up, "Well, I know people would always want to make fun of you, be racist towards you and hurt you but-"

"Sorry, Professor. I'll have to rudely intervene and sleep this off. Damien, wake me up when Ozpin's done or something cool happens." Jaune entrusted him as he rested on his seat, trying to adjust in a position for his slumber. For vengeance, he lied to him as he exclaimed while pointing at a window, "Holy shit! Look!"

"WHERE?!" Jaune got back up, wide awake, but only to see Glynda very close to his face, fuelled with wrath. However, Jaune was actually amazed at who he was looking at, "Wow, you're right! That is pretty cool! Her whole body's basically covered in red paint!"

"That's it! You LITTLE-!" Ozpin tried to calm both of them but they were arguing with one another as if it was the Apocalypse itself. He decided to strengthen his tone with a loud shout to silence their argument. "That's ENOUGH! Please, Jaune, focus with me here! You have to control your own brutality and not put it out on those who are clearly at the wrong but who aren't gods to survive your brutal strength, whether they are or not. You'll end up losing more friends than gaining them if you take the lives off of them for being some monster!"

"But I am. I'm sorry, Mr Ozpin but someone already proved to me that I can't be the kind of person who's going to sit on his chair forever and let the jerk take advantage of the weak. Plus, no one said I should leave them completely alive," Jaune rallied while Ozpin then continued, "And is that how you want to be this Saviour? The sweet and glorious hero who secretly kills villains who still have some humanity left?!"

"-! H-How did you-"

"Your father, go figure. Look, I know how hard it is to be at peace for once but, trust me on this one. Those dark times shall be gone. Remember Alex? That's the someone you learnt from."

And with that, the Arc shot back to him once more, revolted by Ozpin's reminding of his tutor. How did he know about Alex Mercer? Did they met? Did they fight? Questions flooded his brain but, the last question continued with who won. "I met him at Vale's club, 'Night Out' (I have to call Junior's club something), and we had a..remarkable talk."

"Ugh...Professor Ozpin, could you please not get into fights! You're making a bad example of a good adult with this hypocrisy."

"I made many mistakes, Glynda. But, this. I'm not apologising for my misbehaviour. He had a great time on his end of the battle. Filled with determination, motivation, adrenaline, he even had a bright smile as he 'mop' the floor with me and the workers there."

-:-

A month ago, late night in Night Out:

In the club, the DJ with a bear helmet was bringing in electro music for countless of audiences to dance their hearts out. Others were having their beverages, enjoying the glorious night. Black suited men with red ties were armed with black and red guns, swords and axes, guarding every part of the club. Ozpin was alone at a corner, sipping on his coffee. The bartender, who had a badass beard and mustache and in a black suit with a red tie and white shirt, was cleaning a glass cup with a cloth while staring at him in suspicion.

"Shouldn't you be having other 'stronger' drinks than that?" He then centred on the white-haired man's coffee. The response was, "I'm an all-nighter, thank you very much."

"Suit for yourself." They got back to their daily business. Unfortunately, a loud bang was caused by the opened main doors. It echoed through the entire place, forcing everyone to jump and turn to the one who caused the ruckus. It was Alex as he walked in casually, looking like some boss stepping on his juniors' work or someone crashing a party. And he was succeeding in the second expression.

The bartender eyed at a nearby bodyguard to get his attention. He jerked his head at the direction of the unknown man, instructing him and the others to take care of the problem with just one head gesture. The armed one nodded as he proceeded to try and persuade the guy first.

"Excuse me, sir. We are full and would like you to leave the club for another day so, could you please-CRK!" The one on his left tried to confront him but his last words were finished by Alex as he snapped his neck, along with another beside him.

"Well, isn't this fun?" He spoke as he passed by the corpses that were dropped to the ground, terrorising the patronages. All of them ran out of the club in fear for their lives as they past by him. The other armed men aimed their guns at him. Shots fired but none had passed through him but reflected back. They were hit by their own bullets, some severely wounded, gasping for mercy and some dead, laying on the cold, hard floor. The DJ pulled out his own submachine gun and fired it at him as well but should have learned from his fellow members' mistakes. As his dead body dropped to the ground with bullet holes upon his body and forehead, the bartender called out, "Miltia! Melanie!"

Two twin-like girls came out from one room to the main area, taking their time to get to the bar table. They wore strapless dresses with hairpins, feather scarves and heels but had different colours of red and white. One had red claws while the other had her heels weaponised with blades.

"*sigh* What is it, Junior?" The red one responded with much sass in her voice as she folded her arms. Junior grumbled as he pointed at Alex who was flipping the both of them off with a villainous grin. The twins were displeased by his rude behaviour and disrespect to them. The white one obeyed without much eager, "Fine. We'll teach him a lesson."

"Come on, then. Show me what you got," He spread his arms wide open in a way to gesture 'Come at me, bro!'...'or girl(s)'. They both rushed at him before pouncing high up in the air to prepare an aerial attack. However, their opponent backflipped with his hands supporting him in the process of dodging them. He continued sidestepping from their strikes of their claws and bladed heels as they both thought in unison, 'Good. We got him on the defensive side.'

But he pondered, 'Hmm...I wonder if I should get Julius a bottle of his favourite wine from this place. But I gotta say, this place is complete shit with that dumb DJ with the bear helmet and this useless security. Hell, are these two girls guards as well?! Strong but not strong enough. They gotta be bluffing with this crap, right?'

After evading their storms of attacks, he hopped backwards to gain some distance to make a running start and slide down bellow their skirts, causing their faces to turn red. As they pulled down their skirts to try and hide their underwear, he grabbed hold of their legs before standing back and forcing them to trip and fall flat on the floor with their faces first.

He purposely dropped down backwards as well but to do a People's Elbow each upon the back of their necks, knocking them both out. He did a kick up back on his feet before meandering towards Junior who just shit his pants at the sight of all his hopes of keeping his club in top shape going down the drain. Ozpin was wide-eyed as he saw it all and was flabbergasted at the systematic work the hooded man had done.

"Give me a bottle of Bourbon and a cup of Finlandia vodka, bartender. Of course, try anything else, you're a part of the dead men on my feet," Alex threatened with his Whipfist aimed to Junior's face. "Y-Yes sir!"

He brought bottles of wine and vodka with a glass in a fast pace. He swiftly poured the vodka into the glass and was about to give it to Alex, only to have it snatched for a quick gulp.

"Now, I heard from some outsiders about your club. Something about uh," He responded briefly and snapped his fingers to remember what he was told. "You being accused of helping a crime boss, who sound very familiar, smuggling drugs, spiking the drinks of girls, led to rape, beating up guys for protection money, sending your punks robbed a dust store and stealing guns from Atlas. Jesus, dude, that's a mouth-full. I guess it's time to end this parade you're dealing with."

"W-W-Wait! We can work out about this, right?!" Junior pleaded for mercy as Alex grabbed hold of his collar.

"Yes, actually. I was thinking of getting you to be the snitch-iest person every kingdom would be aware of, giving me every ounce of information about the people you've worked with. So that I can kill them with their blood on your hands *whisper into his ear* and you'll see them all with you in Hell. So, stop straying and start speaking." He picked up an axe near a dead body of Junior's guards before trying to chunk it at Junior's skull.

"Hold up!" Ozpin finally came to the rescue. Alex looked back to him, confused of why he wanted to save a pathetic criminal who tried to ruin many lives.

"And who the hell is he?"

"He'stheHeadmasterofBeacon. Idon'tknowwhyhe'shere. PLEASE LET ME GO!"

"A headmaster? Why would a principal be here? That'd show a bad character to your school."

"I get that a lot but, I'm just here to be awake throughout the night with this coffee."

"...Why again?"

"I miss youth. My youth."

"I'll dig with that." He then dropped Junior's collar while walking towards Ozpin with the axe still in his hand. "So, why do you want to save this pile of shit for uselessness? He has nothing for you. Unless we're on the same boat here. Just despise human nature."

"Because there is an easier way to take care of this situation. Either kill him and be hunted by the police and Atlas Military or walk away and never speak of this," Ozpin reminded him of the occurrence between Mercer and Jaune.

"Hey, I've got not much to lose and not much to gain. But, I don't like having sirens during my sleep so I'll role with that." He tossed the axe away as he stopped dead in his tracks. "But, on one condition."

"And what's that?" Ozpin got off from his seat as he shifted to a position with his cane where he would face Alex. Mercer picked up a gun from one of the men he took out and shot at Junior by his shoulder, knocking him out from his own shock. They both take a fighting pose until Mercer started off with, "It's the same between us, huh? Well, I guess I want to fight you...so let's have some fun."

And they blasted off with a clash upon the knee and cane. Alex backflipped far off to an object for environmental support to push himself towards his opponent with speed faster than a regular human eye. Ozpin realised the charge and shifted to his left to slam his weapon upon the kidney area. The hooded one flew back, inflicted by the pain before doing an aerial recovery with an air-dash.

He headed towards him once more to jump over a swinging strike and over Ozpin. Unfortunately, Ozpin continued his attack from behind and landed a blow upon Alex's shoulder pad. He quickly hit him once more upon somewhere near his left collarbone and arm. ZEUS collided with the edge of the bar table with the same kidney area that was injured just then. He dropped to the ground, still flinching from the agony. He ran around the place, going towards a couch to lift it up while doing a front flip. He turned around, jumped high up and threw it at his foe.

Ozpin unsheathed his cane, using his handle as he slashed through the projectile with a hidden sword. But, once he gone through it, he was wide-eyed in surprise as he sighted Alex close to the other side of the furniture with his fist close to his blade. He slashed his weapon upon one side of his fist. He spun around in an anti-clockwise direction and used all his might on his right elbow to try and puncture his right kidney as well. Alex flew back to the direction of the impact, quite in pain from the battle. Ozpin concentrated on him, panting quite heavily.

"*huff*...Had enough?"

"Oh-ho no! I'm having a BLAST with you. Never knew a crippled human could strike me by my main structural weakpoints in such talented speed."

"I've been working out. Both physically and mentally."

"But! You're still able to hurt me when I'm holding back a little bit too much!" Mercer spitted blood before grinning at Ozpin like a madman. His opponent was scandalised by the sentence.

'What is he spouting about now?' was what Ozpin considered. As the hooded man stood up with only one knee to the ground, he laughed, "So, can you catch up with someone-"

His body made a quick, blurry afterimage before disappearing but reappearing behind Ozpin. He lasted his sentence with, "-who is invisible to the trained eye?" But, feeling quite afraid for the white-haired man, Alex lightly punched him in the Achilles Heel, trying hard not to apply too much force while making a jackass face in the process. Ozpin felt the unrelenting torment as he dropped to his knees, grab hold of his ankle with both hands and yelped in suffering.

"Oowh-ho!.."

"Haha! Now, that's gonna leave a mark! Now, to make my cunning escape! For a liar, you nearly got me to believe you didn't call the cops during my shootout." Alex shape-shifted his Blade and put it to his neck. "So do me a trustworthy favour, lie to them that it was just a run-and-gun drive by."

He then leaped out of the window and ran off at mach speed before the police could get to the scene. "I'll get you for this, you sadistic assho-!"

-:-

Present Day, In Ozpin's office:

Jaune and Damien were sniggering in delight and humor as they tried to hold their laughter at Ozpin and Glynda who were both peeved by their childish reactions.

"Mind who you're mocking, boys!" She reminded, forcing only Damien to heed but Jaune to tone down.

"So, what? It's not like you stop being able to walk again, right?"

"I can't. Now you understand why I actually need a walking stick, much rather than having a walking stick." Ozpin snapped, enraged. Damien was quite surprised to hear that as he shut his mouth, "Oh...shit."

"O-Oh, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to-" Jaune apologised with guilt so critical to his sensitivity, he was about to cry like a baby but was cut off by Ozpin's laughter. "I'm kidding! I still can walk. Now look who's joking-Owh!"

Goodwitch's fist was dropped firmly upon Ozpin's head. She took a giant step away from him to turn around and fold her arms, "I am disappointed to hear that 'joke', Professor Ozpin! It took months repairing that entire leg!...And, it scared me..."

"Aw, such love-birds." Damien chanted like a loving mother. The blonde brother joined the fun by being like the scolding father, "Yeah, you know, you two should enjoy one another's company instead of bringing us here and do whatever the same thing our parents did in bed that night when I was 8..Oh deary, now I've remembered! What was that nois-?"

The hound slapped him by the face, breaking the post-traumatic stress disorder he was still suffering nine years ago.

"I-I think we stayed here for too long. I am deeply sorry for my actions, Professor Ozpin." Jaune lied.

"Well, at least you learn something from here."

'..Oh no, I actually may have learned something...' Jaune realised what he meant. Ozpin replied, "Go ahead, you two. Be on your way, then."

As the two brothers went down the lift, Damien asked, "Sooo, did you really learn your lesson not to be a dick?"

"Since when am I a jerk? All I've been doing is rising to grace, as what Mercer would say by firstly starting something small but right. I mean, I want you to be the kind of hero for Faunus who studies here for the time being by telling you what you should do and whom I don't need to kill. Sooner or later, I'll up my heroism by doing something less vulgar and violent which is getting used to something I've never done for 4 years. Like a fat man losing weight with vegetables."

"Damn, that's not bad for a fallen angel to rise back up."

"So, if he thinks that bringing past wounds would help, he's wrong when I faced Hell itself."

"Then, what did you learn?"

"...The more of this jerk I'm transforming into," Their floor had been reached, he left the elevator first. "The more I become 'myself' again."

-:-

In the combat arena:

Jaune and Damien finally got to the arena's large entrance after changing into their battle uniforms in the locker room. The Faunus brother mumbled, "I can't believe we're going to train by the same teacher who just punished us. If it weren't for you to keep it up in making things worse-"

"So, should I leave you be with Cardin ooorr-"

"NEVERMIND!" They then opened the doors to enter and try to find their friends. As they walked into the arena, they noticed that many students were already sitting on the benches, ready for a battle. However, going around them would be difficult with their eyes contemplating at them. Jayne rolled his eyes while Damien twitched his, quite nervous but more worried to meet up with his team. Unfortunately, he did. As they blindly passed by them while trying to look for the others on the left as CRL were on the right, they whimpered at the aspect of him as they scurried off from a distance away from him.

"Welp, good luck, Damien. Imma go this side and meet up with the others. Good luck on your end."

"Oh, come on, Jaune! At least introduce them to me properly!"

"Okay, but isn't it awkward introducing you to Ruby and Yang again? Oh yeah, and Weiss and Pyrrha...Wait, did I even introduce you to those other two-?"

"Just fucking get me away from my team."

"Alrighty," Jaune tip-toed around to find any familiar figures of his new friends, only to be blocked by his non-relevant classmates. "Gah, why are they all covered black?! I can't see them if they're as opaque as the nightly sky."

"Use your heightened senses, then!" He used his Sonar Pulse to search for Ruby. His vision turned reddish orange as the room was being pinged. He noticed that an orange orbit on the ground was expanding, turning what was in it back to their regular colours. He followed the centre and saw a quite short, feminine figure with her blood vessels glowing, including her heart. He then confirmed it was Ruby as the orange glow faded to prove a proper view of her. She was hanging out with her own team, including his. They were all in their battle gear as well.

Jaune made his way to them with his brother following. He called out to attract their attention, "Hey guys!"

They focused on him with delighted faces. They greeted him back while asking him what had happened in Ozpin's office. The blonde Arc briefed them about the 'issue' and also decided to presented his sibling fully to them, except for Ruby and Yang, "And, meet my brother, Damien! You know Damien, right Pyrrha, Ruby, Yang and Snow Angel?"

"How's it going, canine?" Yang punched Damien by the shoulder while Ruby and Pyrrha jinxed. "Sure we do!"

"Hey," Ren greeted with Nora popping up right at his face. "Hi!"

"Hello," Blake's greet was dim and inattentive with Weiss barking at Jaune. "Don't call me that!"

"Okay." Jaune lied with a 'Nah' written across his mind. They jumped to the topic of how he was able to fear off Cardin who seemed to be a ruthless huntsman and why his eyes glowed yellow right off the bat. However, Damien turned them down as he said, "It's a secret. I know I should be more trustworthy with you all but, it's too crowded and I can't let it all out. I need my Semblance to be unknown because there's actually one-no, two ways to do so. First is that they shouldn't look at-OWH! My ligament! *thud*"

"Wait, we're not suppose to look at his ligament?"

"No, not that! I meant something-SOMETHING ELSE, don't hit me!" He nearly fainted from the intense torment of Jaune's heel plunging deep into his knee and almost got hit again if he had not intervened. All the others glared at him in disbelief of his action as he stood there, being completely innocent. "What? It's supposed to be a secret and you all already know how to take advantage of his ability...Oh, of course. The whole 'I was the one who did it' kind of thing. Either my brother stays being beaten up or not would've become my choice, if you honestly don't want him stuck as a punching bag."

"There's a difference between killing Grimms and killing your fellow hunters, you dunce."

"Still, I have my own care for my brother when he's being bullied. Plus, I don't want him to be like me 4 years ago anyway. Don't you?"

"What about you 4 years ago that you don't want him to become?" Ruby asked.

"A victim of bully, drug, uhm, *whisper* something else with a stripper, was it? I don't know. And I guess a victim of being dumped on."

"Oh..We didn't mean to bring back such horrible memories, especially Ruby!" Pyrrha gasped with Rose stuttering, pushing the words out of her mouth, "B-But I didn-..! Wha-?! No, I just-!...I blame this on you, Snowy..."

"Don't be that girl, Crater Face!"

"WEEII-HEEIISS~! You promised!"

"It's just a few bad days. It's not like it matters anymore."

"Are you really alright with that?" Ren asked, concerned.

"Mhm. I can't really feel bad about it so, yup! Definitely!..Definitely..."

'Not really, huh?' Everyone could tell he does feel bad. Just then, Glynda entered the arena as well to begin her lesson with her students, "Alright, class! Today, we will be testing your Aura Manipulation."

All of them gasped and shrieked in, afraid that they had to overcome a test on the first day in controlling over their own Aura, except for the Arc boys, who were not too depressed about the matter.

"You will all be with your partners so as to calculate the manipulation rate through your scroll by taking a timing for you all to reach to the maximum capacity you could exert your soul to and gaining every single average rate. I expect a report from the leaders about four Aura power rates by the next lesson. Once you've identify each other's maximum exertion of Aura outside the body, we may begin a few matches between huntsmen and huntresses before your dismissal for today. Is that clear?"

They all agreed as they got out of their seats to the arena in sloth as they prepared themselves. Ruby had a little bit difficulty in controlling her Aura as red...aura was surrounding around her body, trying to shape as if she was being outlined in a picture whereas, Weiss had no problem in suppressing her own white one. Since she had more than enough to tank many fatal attacks, Yang had found it almost unreasonable with her Aura spreading around her in a four feet radius while Blake had a decent difficulty to perfect hers. Same goes for Ren and Pyrrha with their pink and red auras whereas, Nora was just drifting away in her clouds of daydreaming. "Nora! Release your Aura."

"Hm? Why?"

"Didn't you hear what Professor Goodwitch said?"

"Nope. I saw a blue birdie flying in here through the opened windows. Speaking of, can we go back out to ride a Nevermore-?"

"Not in a million years."

"Oh come on, Ren~! It'd be fun!"

"For you, that is! While I have to follow your tail by foot! Anyway, just deploy your Aura."

"Okie dokkie!" While she was charging out her inner energy, Ren opened up his Scroll and faced it directly to his partner. Her Aura was sensibly pink with his Scroll detecting her Aura capacity. It depicted a rectangle, stating '2.31e+9 Tons of TNT'. Ren exhaled not in relief, but in utter disbelief, "W-Well, li-like normal. Your Aura is enough to bl-blow up a mountain..."

"Yaay~!"

"W-Welp, my turn then..." He stuttered while passing his Scroll to her. As it read his Aura, it stated '68.9 Tons of TNT' in which Valkyrie told him. Ren dropped to his knees in depression, astounded by reality's logic, "I can't even..I spent years training against human limits! And just because of your unbelievable workout, you just passed beyond those limits LIKE AN UNLOCKED REGULAR DOOR! How is this even real?!"

Ren curled up into a ball, weeping with Nora patting his head. After half an hour, the two teams finally finished their maximum Aura examination with Ruby's being 65.5 tons, Weiss' around 75 tons, Blake's above 66.7 tons, Yang's a 5.5e+4 tons, Pyrrha's being 72.2 tons and Damien's as 69 tons.

But, to their surprise, the only person to ever easily overpowered Yang, Ruby and other students last time during an arm wrestle, the powerful and almighty Jaune Arc...had only 13 tons of Aura. Yang folded her arms, tapping on her foot, "What the hell is this crap, Jaune?"

"Um..."

"Aura's suppose to be a way of offence and defence. Explain how your lack of Aura, only equal with regular hunters, is capable of beating ME!?"

"...G-Good question-"

"There's no other explanation because it's something with your Semblance, isn't it? Human bodies don't flip a group of people around that easily with just absolute muscle mass."

"...Fine, you got me. 'Zombification' has allowed my physical prowess to heighten enough to beat you, alright?! But, its name isn't for nothing! My temperatures colder to a corpse, I barely feel pain or happiness and my soul's broken as if I'm half-dead! This Semblance is a curse!"

"I knew it. And I want a rematch! All-out with no restraints!"

"But he beat that Nevermore, Yang! Isn't it bad enough to test him?"

"Actually, no. I don't think I can beat her Aura level with my Sembla-Oh god." Yang rushed at him with her Semblance was unleashed and Jaune sighed. When their fists clashed, the shockwave between them pushed back all the students while Glynda stood statue-still to the same spot. When they parted, Xiao Long squatted down, whimpering in pain as she clasped her knuckle to ease it. Arc, on the other hand, had his entire forearm and hand completely ruptured, the ligament was off and the bones felt like nothing but calcium shards. Jaune used his other hand to crack it back in place, "*sigh* There! Are you happy that you're better than me?! You broke my arm for something so minor!"-asdtgh-

"You still beat up that S-tier!"

"That's because I can eat pain like a toothpick stabbing my gum! And, I'm using more weapons than you do, along with being faster and more resistant than you. Not stronger! Isn't that fair enough?"

"Whatever..." She glanced off, still mad with a pout. Arc sighed in relief, 'Thank God. At least this way, they won't know that my hunt with Mercer for 4 years barely give me any time to practice my Aura. *sigh* Still, this Semblance cover is still going very well with stuck corners like that. Good thing I can control my body temperature.'

"Whatever?! Yang, my partner's completely unwell! He had to go through this abnormal changes!"

"Meh."

"You're that pumped over the fact that he's not stronger than you but can you be a little bit more sensitive about his health?!"

"I said 'Meh'."

"Wait, you're alright with being some..zombie?!"

"It's alright of a Semblance, I just don't like the fact that I still don't heal back my limbs very well as the monsters keep eating them away."

"...*gasp* I get it now. The reason why he's such a dunce because he's brain-'dead'!" Weiss snickered rudely with everyone, except Nora, had faces of disappointment at her pun of zombies. Schnee dimmed down her laughter due to the silence they were all giving her before barely bowing her head in guilt, "HAHAHAhaheheh...I'm sorry."

"No. I ain't forgiving you. I hate you now," Jaune simply said without any emotion as he snatched Ren's pistol, shoved the barrel into his mouth and fired. The entire class was in a uncomfortable mix between fear and disgust at the suicide Jaune pulled off whereas Glynda and Damien face-palmed. Before screams could fill the room, his corpse was getting back up, the gunshot was healed instantly with Jaune's Healing Factor, 'reviving' him, "...Why am I on the floor? Why do I have Ren's gun?"

"Jaune.." Pyrrha muttered, still gasping with sweat on her. She punched him at the back of the head, screaming, "Don't do that!"

"OW! Why did you do that for?! I didn't do anything wro-" He finally put the pieces together. "Ooohh, I get it. I guess I shot my limbic system. One of a million."

"Screw the one of a million, what's wrong with you?!" Ren shouted.

"What?! It's just an attempt of suicide, nothing wrong with my Semblance stuck to my very existence."

"Don't just-!"

"Fine, don't shoot yourself humanely dead. You guys can't take a break, can you?"

'How can we all take a break from something so inhumane?!' Everyone thought while Glynda caught their attention, "Ahem! You may register your maximum Aura to the academy's website later. Now, we'll begin our sparring matches now."

-:-

At dusk, back in JNPR's dorm:

Jaune was looking into the news through his personal holographic computer, finding anything occurring at Atlas. During that time, Nora was jumping on her bed like some trampoline, Ren was having his supper with Pyrrha reading her Grimm Biology book. The blonde found out about James Ironwood discovering the secrets behind the Blacklight Virus with the biomass Alex left in a demolished building. Jaune felt his vein popped, climbed out of the window and got to the empty main avenue of the academy. He quickly called his trainer at a nearby phone booth, who picked up and asked, "Yeah the news hit. I know why you're calling. But, through a phone booth, why?"

"Alexander J. Mercer-"

"Don't say my full name."

"What was that on the papers?"

"...I was careless."

"I'm not! What was that?! You left your own biomass to be scanned completely by him! He'll locate us and hunt us down or worse! Use us for his army like mindless drones!"

"Calm the fuck down, kid! I got this. I can get the entire separated bacterial organism to die off and decay, making it impossible for them to analyse a pile of ashes to get us, you happy?! Besides, I improvised the situation, this can be much more beneficial if he were to do what I think he would do."

"And you wrote your codename even?!"

"Fuck you, it's inevitable that I'll have my name on the news right about now! This isn't the regular spy-slash-ninja movies we've been watching."

"I-I get what you're saying but that's not a really good reason to just be that open! Why not a dark cave?"

"Remember last time we did the whole infection on the Grimms in the dark? We're lucky we have the Hive Mind. Besides, closed entrances, more fun battles. Do you not see the picture?"

"See?! God, you're being stubborn right now, in fact much more anxious of being exposed, exploited, revealed, drugged, beaten up, given cancer and-"

"STOP IT!" Jaune thundered, he accidentally burst out his Semblance as the ground shook for a moment. His right arm then flickered with yellow Aura like a seven-year-old bug zapper. He perspired exhaustingly whereas Alex felt the quake all the way from the kingdom, "What the fuck did I say years ago?! Don't fucking use your Semblance or there will be another CHRONUS incident on the news!..Now that you think about it, you already are on the news anyway."

"You have no rights to talk back when you've brought up terrible memories!"

"Alright, ALRIGHT! Let's calm down here. *sigh* Jaune, this isn't bad, okay? We. Are fine. That's why I've isolated you to a point you're strong enough and you're not that divorced to society. Don't. Fucking. Worry," Alex finally hung him up before Jaune growled in misery. "Why did I even bother calling...It'd be worse!"

"Then don't make it like so," Ozpin said as he snuck up behind him. Jaune cried girlishly, juggled his Scroll and turned around with his Blade shape-shifted, "Man, you're senseless, literally! There's no hint of smell, no footsteps, nothing! You need a bell. *sniff* And sweat out some body odour."

"And you need proper training on your Aura. Do you honestly think that you'll thrive on with just this bioweaponised strength?"

"Of course not. And since I already have told everyone my 'Zombiness', all I should care about is not having my Aura nourish to a point my maximum has shown the difference. That's all that matters now."

"But does that mean you have to expose your full potential after training your soul?"

"...You really want me to be your disciple, huh?"

"Isn't it better with me than him?" Ozpin suggested, which prompted his sense to walk to him in a menacing and threatening way. Jaune's eyes glowed blood-red in hatred, gritting his teeth. He picked him up by his collar, lifting him off the ground, "Even if I don't know you and you may have went through worse than me, he and I can relate and he's the only person that stopped me from the destruction of my previous hometown..once. If you are to be that good, why didn't you save me then? I asked for help and only he welcomed me. The more I've been with the light, the longer I've stayed weak. I know kinds like you and Alex despises that. I also can see it as well. Hypocrisy. At its finest."

"And besides, what good can I do with my Aura when I can also gain infinite possibilities with his Evolution? When there is always room for improving yourself physically endlessly with great stamina? When Aura doesn't give me the immortality and godly strength to become a Saviour?"

"Hmm...If only you knew."

"About what?" Suddenly, Ozpin's feet had ejected out his green Aura, giving him more mass as Jaune started to feel the increased difficulty to carry him. Once he was back on the floor, he smacked his head with his cane, taking him down. Before he could get up, the headmaster tapped his cane on his kidney area, a green ring formed from the same place before he was sent straight to a tree. After he collided with it, ending up destroying the plant, Arc was completely overwhelmed, he could not even move a finger and the pain was like being crushed under a meteor. "About the prophecies and legends, guided with facts."

"O-Ow..." Jaune's consciousness began to fade from the shock, Ozpin made his final statement. "Visit my tower when you have the time."

And that was it.

-:-

An hour later:

Arc started to see a light in the abyss of his slumber, the same direction had muffled up noises. He walked closer to ascertain his own conscious state. He woke up in a rude awakening when Pyrrha was panicking the entire time with Nora, right in front of him, sitting on his stomach while ceaselessly slapping his face. The ginger believed it would be ultimate idea for a dead man to rise, when Ren kept reasoning with her that slapping the corpse is not a ritual at all. Lie gave up by trying to sleep off the screams of panic and the clashes between palms and cheeks, along with his pillow blocking his ears, "N-Nora-Ow! Stop-Ow! That!"

"WAKE UP, JAUNE! WAKE UP! WAKE U-Oh, you're awake."

"Please get off." He got up by himself, forcing to slip her balance off his bed. Nikos ended Lie's stress by calming down, "Jaune! Areyoualright?! Doyouneedsomewater!? Howdoyoufeel!?"

"I-I'm fine, Pyrrha. *sigh* Did our Headmaster bring me back here?"

"Yup. But it was so strange! There was this earthquake that also happened to Vale and even Atlas at the same time! After that, Ozzy found you all wonked up!" Nora notified.

"Yeah, 'found'."

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing. I think I'll be needing some more sleep, please," Suddenly, a knock on the wall outside. The whole squad concentrated to the main exit to find a large parcel on the floor. No one was there to deliver the package and it could not be done by the workers at the Academy general centre, where it had its own mailroom.

Jaune was the only one with the strange yet believable idea that Alex delivered it instead due to his larger segregation from encountering with mankind.

Since the dorm belonged to JNPR and it was right at their doorstep, the owners picked it up and found out that it was labelled for the leader of the team. He, himself, ripped open the package and what he acquired in it was a white case with Damien's Crocea Mors symbol on it, along with a piece of paper with words. He read the paper which had gone off with,

"Dear Jaune,

This is your father and I had been sent a message from Beacon. It had said of the trouble you caused yesterday and today hours ago. Too be honest, I'm actually quite proud of you. This would be a strangely appealing first day that you could talk to your kids about...Except for the sword accident with the floor, you should have placed that thing in a more safer place. Anyway, another reason why I'm proud with you doing something that could have killed your own schoolmates is because some times even the nicest professors wouldn't take care of the situation properly. You got Damien to prove how much Faunus should be respected and that's the way the Arcs should role. Even if the ruthless students learned their lessons, once evil may always be evil. Forget their vision of righteousness. Forget what they say of not killing other similar beings. Follow that heart of yours. Do what's best for the greater good and like how Mercer found me out, 'Have fun. Otherwise, what's the point?' Also, this is a gift descended from ancestors to me and I allow their inheritance to you. My son, full of glory. Jaune Arc.

-Julius Arc"

The boy continued reading, black droplets teared down his eyes as his face had never moved an inch at all, still stuck as an expressionless face. He wiped the black tears off of him, puzzled, "But, I hate guns."

He crumpled the paper up into a ball and opened the case as his team was behind his back, squeezing in to see what he had in the container. As he opened it up, he realised that there was a black styrofoam shaped for two guns, one for a black modern pistol that had golden texture of the Christian Cross on the barrel and the same symbol of the Crocea Mors next to the hammer. There was also another one for a revolver. Unfortunately, there was only one gun which was the modern one but the revolver was missing. It turned him down quite a bit, but could only appreciate the one gun he acquired. He was curious of the happening of the other weapon. All there was in the shape was another piece of paper but was folded. As he unveiled it, it was another note but from Alex. With pure rage, he read it as well. It was,

"Dear Jaune,

Ahem! You may be wondering what had happened to your other gun. Well, I may have used both guns to test them out before giving you this parcel. I, too, needed a gun and well, this magnum is like the fucking cricket from MIB. So, I'm gonna do some runs and tests to replicate this gun. I guess it will take more than a week to do so and improve it so, bare with only that repeater, alright! Chou!

-Alex"

Jaune stared at the not in disbelief and untamed wrath as he crumpled it as well, taking deep breaths before swearing in a hatred, dark tone, "Mercer, you-!"

-:-

Late at Night, in the City of Vale:

"-Red, red wiiiiine~! Goes to my heeeaaaeaaaeaad~! Makes me forget that I~!" The music rang in Alex's black headphones as he tilted his head left and right, whistling to the music and enjoying the rhythm. He was sitting on top of a building, his legs dangling off the edge as he spun a white revolver that had small, red markings of a wolf's head with a clawed background near the hammer, "Now, to get that rent money."

He later heard screaming from below as he observed. He observed down to find a black car driving around recklessly with three men, masked and armed. Once they had their fun of terrorising the nearby citizens, they got out of their vehicle to rob a convenience store. One of them fired in the air with the other guarding the entrance and exit and the last pointing his rifle at the shopkeeper, "Anyone here, even in the bathroom, get the fuck down now! You! Empty the cash register into this bag!"

"Y-Yes!" He faltered as a woman was held hostage as well, calming her child to silence the whining. As the scene continued to unfold, Mercer twisted his neck and leaped off towards the guarding robber. He snatched his head and slammed it to his bent knee after a soft landing. He consumed the carcass to thieve his recognition and blend in. He called out, "Hey, Ditch! The pigs already got here, man!"

"What, already!?" Ditch, who was intimidating the shopkeeper, walked out of the store, searching for any Atlas police vehicle. Mercer confirmed while only using his one hand to carry his rifle's handle and the other to pull out his pistol, "Yeah, they're right over there!"

He swiftly pointed at nothing to distract Ditch and shot him dead and unaware without hesitation while alerting the last to live. Before the sole survivor could even twitch his index finger, with impossible precision, Alex shot his handgun once, his bullet zoomed through both of his hands and forced him to release his weapon. He fired again at his knee, putting him down. He strolled into the store, shapeshifting back to his regular outfit and aimed the assault firearm to his chin, "God, that went terribly easy."

"Easy?! Asshole, once our boss know about your ever existence, you're gonna be sorry for even thinking of getting out here untouched!" Mercer was overjoyed to hear that, understanding the horrible decision their boss had made to hire him and his big mouth. He scurried around the memories of the guard he just consumed and found out who he was dealing with, "You don't say?! Is he a big time boss? Works out cocaine?"

"So what?! W-What the fuck is it with you that you want some sniff out of the crystal powder!? I ain't tell you SHIT!"

"Heheh. Then there's no other point then!" Alex dropped the rifle and choke-slammed him to the wall. Luckily, next to the wall was a cache of alcohol bottles, in which Mercer picked up one and broke it into a weapon. He pointed it to his eyes, just an inch away from skinning him whole, "Option one, tell me about your boss and his current whereabout now then I give you a quick, painless slit to the throat. Option two, I'll claw out every ounce of misery about your life, your embarrassment, your exes, your bank account issues just for shits and giggles then proceed to scrape out information about your boss and his location before giving you the longest, most painful death to end your misery. Or option three, I'll introduce to you things worse than death itself just to get the intel I need, Hell! I'll make even the Devil vomit. And trust me on this one, even if it's an old threat."

"H-Holy fuck!" The interrogated said as he could see the carnage within ZEUS' orange eyes and bestial grin. Even though the only hostages were no longer victims, the baby kept whining in its mother's trembling arms and the shopkeeper would not believe Mercer as a hero and continued stuffing the bag with Lien cards just to make sure he wouldn't even touch him. Alex huffed into his ear, "There's nothing else crime can pay but the inevitability...You have three seconds to decide."

A few minutes later, at an alleyway:

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The same car that was used by the raiders was driven down the empty, wasted streets and parked illegally in the middle. The last of them was able to make it out alive, carrying the bag of loot through the alleyway. As he walked through it, he was passing by a set of gangsters, eating away indecent women out of lust. Lips locked, privates touched, they did it all outside so as not to 'taint their kingpin's carpet'. He shook his head, sighing before reaching a door patrolled by one security guard. It was a muscular brute in a tight black shirt and belted pants with sunglasses, stopping him in his tracks, "Hold. Password."

"'King The Pimp'."

"Ok. Proceed," He unlocked the door and allowed him to enter. Inside was a luxurious room full of Lien cards, packages of cocaine, a plasma television, a fish tank and a sofa for the owner. He was in a white suit with a hat and sunglasses on, his teeth was replaced with gold. He wrapped his arms around two alluring women in bikinis while another was behind him, helping to hold his diamond-handle cane and stroking his beard sexually. Protected by ten armed guards with submachine guns, he safely gestured the robber to come closer, "So, ya got what's enough for your debt?"

"Sure thing, boss." He dropped it in front of his coffee table. "So, what happened to the other two, aye?"

"Pigs got them. No turning back at all..."

"Good. Waste him," The pimp snapped his fingers, ordering his men to fire at will at him. The bullets were piercing him everywhere, snatching his life away little by little from every piece of lead. The gunpowder smell settled and all the girls did was ogle over his magnificent power over money to control the weapons, to pay for their body, to afford anything he ever wanted with drugs and robbery, "Since two out of three of you fuckboys were done with in prison, the single person would be such an ass-pain to take care of when I have more! Hahahahahah! Now then, let's see the goods!"

He pushed them away and checked the bag, surprised that the cards were quite light. Unfortunately for him, the bag did not consist of any Lien, not at all. It consisted of the last mugger's head which freaked him out when he threw the bag back to the twitching corpse. It got back up with bullets spilling off it, the blood was being sucked back to his wounds. He pulled out his mask to reveal himself, Alex Mercer. The wealthily dressed coward jumped over the couch, using it as a cover while hiding behind the third woman, "Holy shit! What the fuck is he?! Oi, shoot him for fuck's sake!"

To make things for them worse, they used up their entire magazines and with their focus down, they took their time to reload their weapons. As they switched their clips, Mercer chuckled gleefully, "Ahh, what a waste of lead."

He picked out the head and yanked it into the air even if the guards put up another set of bullets into their guns in time. Tendrils blasted their ways out of the head and connected with the guards and the female meat-shield. The biomass retracted, conveying all of them together at mach speeds thus smashing them into a pile of bloody flesh and bone meal as a Bio-bomb. Brimful in horror, the three remaining were about to scramble for their lives until the pimp got stabbed to the chest with Alex's Whipfist as Mercer shape-shifted back to his original outfit, "Nice jacket."

Followed up with an unholy laughter, Alex plunged his knee straight to his face, consuming him to acquire his clothes. Once he put it on, he picked up the cane and was impressed that it was perfectly fitting to his size, "Very niiicce..."

The women began to dart out of the room, praying to all gods for their safety, only he would not listen nor care when he kicked one of the guard's guns up, caught it in the air and shot them dead. Exactly three minutes from entering the place already got him standing on corpses, something he was sighing about, "Man, without the other two robbers, I was not expecting this to escalate so quickly. Oh well, time to sell the coke to people who wanted it without any retarded criminal intent and take the cheddar..The fuck's this?"

He felt a bulge on the outfit's pocket, it was a car key. He pressed the unlock button and scanned for the ride from its beeps in a garage he later infiltrated. He set foot in front of a gorgeous red Lamborghini. The seats' texture were amplified with tiger fur and the wheels had money symbols. Anyone would kill for even a minute-ride in it, even Mercer was astonished, not at its glory but its former owner's logic, "Okay, if he has more than enough cash for this Lamborghini, this suit, paying the guards and prostitutes, why can't he fucking buy a penthouse already?! I mean, who wouldn't like a penthouse?!"

A knock on the door was heard, the outside patroller was asking if anything was alright. There were still the thugs outside in the alleyway, and Alex had an idea.

"Are you alright, sir?! Can you please answer me for the last time?" The guard shouted his lungs out with the thugs pushing away the prostitutes and readied their pistols before he did the same. "He's not saying anything. I think that one dude killed him and the guards."

"Wait, one against eleven!? Da fuck?!"

"I don't know, man. But I think he had some kind of tear gas grenades inside the bag instead of the loot."

"Fuck that asshole, anyway. We'll just waste that fucker and loot the yayo and Lien!" One of them said, sick of his boss' share as his monthly pay. Suddenly, they heard engines starting up and running, "He's booking it in the Lamborghini!"

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They burst down the door and head for the garage. Before one of the opened up the other door to the garage, he poorly got ran over by Alex as he crashed through the walls with the car. He packed the drugs and cash into the backseat as he chuckled terrifyingly, grinding the back wheel on the freshly dead body. He reversed it more and smashed the rest of the thugs, only the guard had fast reflexes to escape his ram. Even though he managed to drive the vehicle forcefully into the room, he made doughnuts around the room, impersonating Resident Evil 7's Jack Baker voice, "Aww YEAH! You better run, boy! I'mmo take you for a ride!"

"You're fucking crazy, man!" Alex stopped drifting but was facing the other door to the alleyway, where the hookers were still hanging out and not leaving without their pay. He used the magnum he stole from Jaune and fired behind him, the insane recoil was powerful enough to drive the car straight through the alleyway, the Lamborghini was narrow enough to fit through and run over all of them. The wall had been breached, guts flew off to the air and all that force was from none other than the recoil of the magnum. After getting out of the alleyway, he bashed away the black car he used to drive at first and parked perfectly. The sole survivor, was still on his foot with his gun pointing at him. Mercer opened up the car window and said something iconic out of a movie, "We all have our bad nights and hangovers to forget. How 'bout we forget this one?"

Alex zoomed back to the streets, still cackled Satanically and leaving him aghast. His final comment was, "Firstly, being nearly driven over by a maniac in my boss' ride then basically losing my job...Yup, I should've worked at my sis' cafe instead."