Calibri- English

Italics- Arabic

"I don't understand. You never were one to look for a fight. What kind of example have you set for your sisters!?" Mr. Arc scolded.

"I came to look for Omar." Jaune said simply

"Yeah and do you know what happened to him?" Asked Mr. Arc

"He was beheaded as a traitor to the Khalifah (Caliphate). Replied Jaune. "He got what he deserved."

"You need to fear God for what you've done!" Yelled Mr. Arc

"No, YOU fear God! The Khalifah has been established and it's Fard Al-Alyn (religious obligation) to make Hijrah (emigrate), it's not optional!" Argued Jaune.

"What about your duty to your parents or do you only follow the parts of the law that suit you? I read that Jihad is conditional on the consent of your parents!" Screamed Mr. Arc

"I'm not a child! And don't act like you understand my Din (religion)!" Yelled Jaune.

Mr. Arc calmed himself down and pointed his finger at Jaune.

"When your mother and I were poor and destitute in the streets of Paris, America gave us opportunity and sanctuary. On my knees I gave thanks to God that my children would grow up in a land of safety. Never in my life did I think my own son, my own flesh and blood, would turn his back on the very same country that gave us refuge... You disgrace me." Mr. Arc scolded harshly.

"I'm sorry Dad but this is pointless. I'm not coming home. END OF STORY." Jaune said firmly. "It's good to see you, but it's best you go on your way."

Mr. Arc was shocked at his son's stubbornness and gave him a sad look.

"Your mother cries herself to sleep ever night, Jaune." He reported sadly.

Jaune looked at the floor and replied "I'm sorry but that's not my problem."

Abu Muharib intervened "Have you spoken to the police?"

Mr. Arc looked at Abu Muharib. "Listen to yourself. Why do you think I snuck out? They have our passports, we're watched every minute of the day. OF COURSE, I'VE SPOKEN TO THEM!" He then pointed at Jaune "I'd rather he be alive in an American prison than dead on a battlefield in this Godforsaken place!"

There was a moment of silence before Jaune finally acknowledged Pyrrha.

"What are you doing here Pyrrha?" Asked Jaune.

She walked to him and replied "Trying to find you. Please come home with us! We all miss you! Ruby won't stop crying, Yang hasn't been teasing or joking, Blake won't read, Nora isn't spunky, Ren is even more stoic, and even Weiss is sad and misses you! I can't imagine my life without you!" Tears started to flow down her cheeks. "Jaune I-I-I... I love you!"

Jaune felt his heart start to beat quickly. His face felt red and hot. This is it. This is his way out! He only has to come up with a plan to escape with them and he will finally leave this nightmare. Jaune then thought about Ibtisam and Narin. If he left then they would be sold back into slavery. They would get raped again and beaten. He couldn't leave them. He sighed and gave Pyrrha his answer.

"No, I'm not leaving. I hate America and everything it stands for. I will return only when the army of the Islamic State conquers it. Insha'Allah the Black flag of Tawheed wal-Jihad (monotheism and struggle) will fly over the White House." He said darkly.

Pyrrha wiped her tears and said "If I really will never see you again then I want to do this at least once." She then stood on her tiptoes, held Jaune's face, and kissed him deeply. Jaune was shocked and kissed back. After a few seconds they broke apart. Abu Muharib patted Jaune on the shoulder. "It's time to go." They turned to leave and Jaune gave one final farewell. "Goodbye dad... Goodbye Pyrrha. Thanks for everything." With that the door shut behind them.

Abu Muharib took off his balaclava and said "You did well."

Jaune sighed and replied "They mean nothing to me now." He then asked "Will they be freed?"

Abu Muharib chuckled and said in English "Don't worry they can go home." He then switched back to Arabic "But I wonder how they found us? You didn't tell them, did you?" He asked accusingly.

Jaune felt stressed from the question "Of course not Brother. Why would I guide the American bombs onto my own head? No."

Abu Muharib smirked and nodded. With that he left. Jaune turned around quietly and went into a separate room. When he was sure he was alone he stated to punch the wall in rage.

"GOD DAMMIT NO!" He yelled in anger. He had finally had enough. His father and first love had tried to save him but he refused. He was done. He would escape to Turkey tonight. Omar was dead and Ziyaad was dead. He had no reason to be here anymore.

He left the prison and found a car outside. He checked the glove compartment and found the keys. He started the car and left for home. By the time he got home the sun started to set. He jumped out of the car and went inside his house. He found Ibtisam and Narin sitting on his bed.

"What is it?" Ibtisam asked concerned by his loud entrance.

"Pack your bags. I'm taking you to the border." Jaune ordered.

They did just that and all hoped into the car. Jaune sped off, trying to get there as fast as he could. Ibtisam looked at him and said "My family will reject us. We're soiled."

"Then don't go to your family." He responded.

She looked at him with concerned eyes and said "I want to stay with you." Jaune said nothing and kept driving. "Will you find us, if you can?" She asked quietly.

"Yes." Jaune replied.

They finally got to the fence that separated Syria and Turkey. The sun had finally set and it was night. They all got out of the car and he gave Narim a big hug. Then he walked over to Ibtisam. She kissed him and then got a hug. "God will be with you my lovely." He said sweetly. They moved to go through the fence.

Then the headlights of a car lit up the darkness.

Mujahideen ran out and grabbed Jaune, dragging him to the car. He turned his head to see a man stand in front of Ibtisam and Narin. He pulled out a pistol and shot a crying Narin in the forehead. Blood and Brain matter splashed on the car. Jaune felt hot tears fall down his face. "NOOOOO!" He yelled in sadness. He struggled to escape the grasp of the two men holding him. Ibtisam looked at Jaune and yelled "JAUNE!" She then was also shot in the forehead. Her dead body falling next to her daughter. He continued to scream and cry as he was dragged to the car.

Many days later

Jaune couldn't tell how long it had been since He tried to escape. He was locked up in the prison in Raqqa, where he was tortured daily. The pain of being whipped was nothing to the pain of seeing Ibtisam and Narin shot. Jaune was frequently taken to the desert in order to be filmed with Abu Muharib. Today was one of those days. He was knelt down in an orange jumpsuit with Abu Muharib standing behind him.

"Here we are burying another American crusader, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the rest of your armies. Come on we're waiting for you!" He exclaimed.

He then held Jaune's head back and put a knife on his throat. Jaune didn't know if this was the day they would behead him. It wasn't since Abu Muharib said "Cut." He then pulled down his balaclava and asked Jaune "So do you repent for your sins?" Jaune just glared at Abu Muharib.

"No, I don't. You are not a Caliphate. This is an evil and horrid terrorist organization. You stole the meaning of the Syrian revolution against Bashar Al-Assad and turned it into a never-ending nightmare! You call yourself Muslims but you do things that most Muslims would never dream of doing. Your existence is an insult to Islam and life itself. Allah will punish you for your crimes against humanity." He replied.

Jaune was then taken back to the prison where he would wait to die.

The next day

Jaune was sitting in his cell just starting blankly at nothing when the door opened. Two men grabbed him and took him to another room. Abu Jihad was waiting for him. The men left the room to give them some privacy.

"Okay I've already gone on the line for you this time Bruv. You have one last chance to come back from this okay? After that the law takes its course." He said firmly.

"What do you mean? What chance?" Asked Jaune in confusion.

Abu Jihad cut off his hand ties and handed Jaune his clothes. "Get dressed and get ready to leave."

Jaune said nothing and dressed in his black Islamic clothing and tied his black keffiyeh around his head. He left with Abu Jihad to the desert. When they got there a man in an orange jumpsuit was kneeling with a bag over his head. Abu Jihad pulled out a large knife and held it out to Jaune. Jaune felt sick, they wanted him to behead a prisoner!?

"Mask up." Abu Jihad said firmly.

Jaune grabbed the loose fabric of his keffiyeh and wrapped it around his face, covering it. He then took the knife and walked behind the prisoner. Abu Jihad walked forward and took off the bag.

It was Sayed.

He was crying and silently praying. They must have told him that today he would die. The camera started to record and Jaune recited the script he was given. His voice shook as he said it.

"This spy has to pay for your actions, America! Him and his family are going to suffer the same way you have made our people suffer!"

He then put the knife on Sayed's neck and froze. This was it. All he has to do his cut Sayed's head off and he would be safe. He thought about his family and friends. What would they think? He dropped the knife and unwrapped his face.

"No, I won't do it!" He yelled. Men grabbed him and Abu Jihad picked up the knife.

"Make sure he doesn't look away!" He commanded as he put the knife to Sayed's throat. With a swift move of the arm Sayed's throat burst open in a bloody rainfall. He gagged and groaned as his neck started to crack as flesh was torn. Jaune could only watch in horror as his friend died a painful dead. He wanted to look away but they were holding his head in place. Abu Jihad then placed Sayed's head on his body. Jaune was then forced to the ground. He grunted in pain as Abu Jihad stood on him and held his head. A knife was placed on his neck.

"Any last words?" Abu Jihad asked.

"None for you, you fucking sadistic bastard!" Jaune growled in defiance.

Abu Jihad just smirked sickeningly and moved the knife on Jaune's throat. Pain shot through Jaune's body and he felt a hot liquid shoot from his neck. He cried in pain as he heard his bones crack and flesh tear. Everything started to become cold and his vison started to blacken.

"Mom, Dad, my seven wonderful sisters, Ruby, Yang, Weiss, Blake, Ren, Nora... Pyrrha, I'm so sorry for everything. Please don't mourn me for we shall meet again someday."

With that final thought everything went black.

Jaune Arc was dead, his head placed on his body by Abu Jihad.

The End

Author's Notes

Thanks for reading my story, I promise the next one will be happier. I wanted to do this project because I felt Jaune's sense of duty and justice was similar to many that went to Syria to fight for what they thought was right. Again, I don't support terrorism nor any form of extremism. ISIS is an evil terrorist group that follows a distorted version of Islam. Don't let this story cause you anger of ordinary Muslims but anger at ISIS and other extremists that use religion to justify their evil intensions. Thanks again for reading my story and I'm looking forward to the next one!

RWBY belongs to RoosterTeeth and the late Monty Oum

The State belongs to Peter Kosminsky and the UK's Channel 4