This is a special one, FIGHT CLUB. It's the last reaction I will be doing, because I've decided to split this into Volumes. The next volume will be different in presentation.

The characters here are OOC, but it helps the story because I can do whatever the hell I want. As I did with PULP FICTION, I will be taking the scenes from the original script, as well as adding in my own text to give better context, so It won't be as accurate to the movie.

ENJOY!

The screen began clearing up and everyone sat in place waiting for and steeling their nerves for whatever came next.

"I got a weird feeling about this one.." Ruby held onto her mother tightly, scared of what might appear. Yang ruffled her hair, grinning at her.

"It probably won't be so weird."

The screen faded in, revealing a closeup of Jaune's eyes. He has a bruise on his left eye, and bags under his right from nights of unrest. The camera pulls out to reveal a gun in his mouth.

Yang opened her mouth and closed it, not being able to find any words. Everyone else stared worriedly.

Ren, looking very different with blonde hair and a pink hair-tips, is sitting on Jaune's lap, smirking uncharacteristically, holding said gun with his left hand. They where both disheveled, Jaune more so than Ren who had no traces of physical harm or tiredness of any kind.

He checked the watch he had on his right wrist. "Three minutes." He looked out the window. "This is the beginning. We're at ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?"

"...I... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin..." Suddenly, a voice spoke out to the viewers.

With a gun in between your teeth, you only speak in vowels

Ren pulls the gun away, amused. "Come again?" Jaune, clearly disoriented, responded.

"I can't think of anything." I could feel the rifling in the barrel with my tongue. For a second I totally forgot about Ren's whole controlled demolition thing and I wondered how clean that gun is...

Ren stood up and walked to the windows behind them, revealing that they where inside a large building, possibly still under construction. He checked his watch. "Two and a half. Getting really interesting now."

That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways.

Jaune turned his head to see that they where in fact 31 stories high. The camera zoomed out slightly before rushing down to the ground, through the floor and into the garage of another building, revealing a white van.

We have front row seats for this theater of mass destruction. the Demolitions Committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of ten buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes, primary charges will blow base charges, and those buildings out there will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this because Ren knows this.

"Look what we've accomplished!" He checks his watch. "Sixty seconds."

Somehow, I realize all of this - the gun, the bombs, the revolution - is really about Nora Valkyrie.

"WHAT!?" Nora stared in shock. Would Ren really do something that crazy just for her? And why would he get Jaune involved? What the hell were they watching?

The scene shifted to an image of Nora, who had a cigarette in her mouth, and a pair of sunglasses. She looked unamused and bored.

Yang cringed a bit. "Please, never become that Nora. I prefer you as you are right now." Nora only nodded, still trying to take in the fact that this was about her. Pyrrha could only stare worried that maybe her fellow teammate snapped, while Ren tried to not think about it.

This really should take a back seat for a moment. I got some explaining to do...

The scene cut to Jaune in bed. The clock next to him read midnight, and he was wide awake.

I was an insomniac. I worked a desk job for a company that made shit cars, with leather seats cured in in third world countries with chemicals they know cause birth defects, break linings that fail after a thousand miles, and fuel injectors that burn people alive. The camera cut to a burned out car, and panned over to the inside. You see those bits of yellow, red and hard black stuff sticking out of the shit leather seat? That's what's left of the poor bastard who bought this car. Caught fire with everyone stuck inside.

The scene changed to an office space. Jaune sat on a cheap leather chair, smirking, and wearing a dirty white button-up shirt with three buttons undone, and a bandage wrapped around his hand. An older man was just across from him, and he looked really familiar.

Weiss' eyes widened in disbelief. Yes her father was a bastard who put hard working people in danger and occasionally chuckled whenever a poor faunus died on the job- Yeah this shouldn't have been anything shocking to her. She just groaned and rubbed her nose while Blake's bow twitched.

This was my asshole boss. At that moment, I told him what I just told you. He responded by calling security.

Jaune looked down at his fist and grinned.

I am Jack's Smirking Revenge

He punched himself hard enough to be sent flying back. He continued to beat himself and throw himself around.

This wasn't anything new. I already knew what getting the crap beat out of me felt like. The first time I met Ren, we fought outside a bar. We used the basement of that bar every day after that. More and more people kept joining until we had to change scenery.

The camera cut to an old runed down house full of men in black clothes and shaved heads.

This was project mayhem. Homemade explosives, vandalism, assaults, trashing corporate coffee shops and losing your name where some key parts of joining. You had no identity here.

Ren did have one interest outside of this. Nora. I hated her. Before I met Ren, I couldn't sleep. I went to support groups for cancer patients, and other fatal ailments. I could finally let go and cry my eyes out. Baby's never slept like I did afterwards.

But good things had to come to an end, and Nora was that end. She was just like me. We liked being part of something that was bigger than ourselves, but that we couldn't understand. I hated her for stealing the one good thing in my empty life. And I was more than happy when she called, telling me she'd taken one too many pills.

Jaune was staring dead ahead, with his ears covered, while loud moans and screams could be heard just next door to him.

I just wished they could be quiet.

Everyone went wide eyed at the scene. Their faces burning and glowing red. Nora had to focus as much as she could on not fainting while blood ran down her nose. Ren was... Well

Error 404. Ren Not Found.

That was going on for a good while. But suddenly, Ren was gone. I was alone with members of this crazy project for a while. And then the question came up; why where they calling me by his name? What was going on? Who the hell was Lie Ren?

The camera cut back to the beginning, this time Ren was standing.

This is where you came in...

"Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?"

"I... ill... ann... iinn... ff...nnyin..." Ren pulled the gun back, repeating the his line from the beginning.

"Come again?" Jaune pants, heavily disoriented.

"I still can't think of anything..." Ren chuckles and goes over to another chair.

"Flashback humor." He grins and looks at Jaune. "Look what we've accomplished. Out these windows, we will view the economic collapse. One step closer to global equilibrium. And I'm very glad you're here with me." Jaune pants, his breathing becoming labored.

"Please... call it off..." Ren's grin disappears as he looks at the helpless boy.

"It's out of your hands." He looks outside as a bus pulls up.

Just hours ago I put Nora on a bus to get her away from here. I confessed my feelings to her and she told me off. Just twenty minutes ago I got the shit kicked out of me by Ren. Around a week ago, I realized who he really was. All the formal ways people I've never met spoke to me, how secretive they acted. How they laughed whenever I asked something so damn obvious...

'I am Jacks's unchecked aggression.' Ren's voice spoke through, and the screen quickly cut to him staring straight at everyone with a sinister grin before cutting back to the present moment.

Realization slowly dawned on everyone as the pieces formed, and images of who was really in that room with Nora. Ren looked at his longtime friend and recognized the look she had.

BLUESCREEN

Jaune's eyes widened in horror. "Nora..." Ren chuckled.

"Tying up loose ends." Jaune began panting and nearly crying.

"I'm begging you, please don't do this, Ren. It doesn't have to be this way." Ren glared at him and stood up.

"So what else are we gonna do!? Go back to a shitty job!? Sit in a worthless condo and watch sit-coms all day!? Fuck that!" Jaune stared at him, eyes full of horror.

"You're not real... I know this... That guns not in your hand... It's in... in... in mine..." The gun suddenly appeared in his hands. Ren stared at him, disinterested. He shrugged and and cocked an eyebrow.

"So what? That doesn't change anything." Jaune looked at the gun and pointed it at his head. "You're threatening me by putting a gun to your head?" Jaune breathed calmly, his eyes no longer showing fear.

"Not my head; our head." Images of Jaune in Ren's place began playing, and an a short clip of Jaune punching himself outside of a bar with a few people watching played. "And I got something you should know..."

"Yeah?" Ren crossed his arms, his face blank. Jaune smiled at him.

"My eyes are open." He put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

"JAUNE!" Both teams screamed out in horror as blood shot out of his head. They saw him slump on the chair as the blood fell down his neck and stained his shirt, but his eyes where opened and he was wide awake. Pyrrha was shaking, crying but internally happy.

"Holly shit that kid is crazy!" Qrow chugged the remaining contents of his flask in one go as he kept his eyes on the screen. Ruby had tears falling down her face as she held onto her mother, while Nora did the same thing with Ren.

Ren stared at him, smoke slowly coming out of his own mouth. He looked up, hypnotized. "What's that smell...?" Slowly, the camera moved to show the back of Ren's head, which was blown out. He slumped to the floor, disappearing as he did. He sighed in relief and heard cans and bags hit the floor. He looked over and saw three of the Project Mayhem members run up to them. He couldn't hear what they where saying because his ears were still ringing.

"I'm fine, I'm okay..." Shouting came near them as Nora was being dragged up forcefully.

"LET ME GO ASSHOLES! YOU FUCKERS!" She thrashed around, trying to get free until she spoted Jaune. "You...!" Jaune gave her a weak grin and stood up, leaving the gun on the chair.

"Hi, Nora... You guys can leave her with me. Get your things and go, I'll meet you all downstairs." His voice was very raspy and all nodded and did as they where told. Nora glared at him, and stomped up to him shouting as he held his blown out cheek.

"You asshole! What kind of game are you playing, putting me on a fucking bus- Oh my god.." She brought her hands up to her mouth and stared at his cheek. "Who did this!? Are you okay?!" He smiled at her and nodded.

"I did this, but it's okay, everything's gonna be okay-" An explosion caught their attention. They looked outside and stared at four buildings crumbled to the floor, fire shooting out from the windows. For some strange reason, music began playing.

Jaune reached over and grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. She turned to look at him, surprise written on her face. He smiled at her, his tired eyes expressing happiness.

"You met me at a very strange time in my life..." They both slowly turned to look out the window as the last of the buildings crumbled down. The screen cut to black as the song playing got loud enough to hear, and credits started rolling.

CAST

MILES LUNA JAUNE ARC

MONTY OUM LIE REN

SAMANTHA IRELAND NORA VALKYRIE

The credits continued to roll as the music played. Ruby voiced their thoughts.

"What the fuck!?"

"And here I thought you where the innocent one" The author appeared in the middle of the room. "I'll make this quick; I gotta kick you guys out because I got other things to do. I'll bring you back once I'm done with whatever the hell I have to do. See ya!" And like that, they where gone. The author rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on. "Bastards better appreciate this..."