This is the first of possibly a few backstory chapters. Hopefully this explains a few things a bit more as this progresses.
Jaune had been wandering around for days in tattered clothing, eating only the scraps he could find. He was tired, hurt, and in terrible emotional pain. His father had been slain right in front of him only a week ago in cold blood. Jaune tried to fight the murderer, but the black dragon proved to be too much for him. The black dragon, Acnologia however, didn't think much of the boy, so he left him with presumably fatal wounds before ascending into the night sky. The dragon did not account for Jaune's immense aura to heal the wounds so they stopped bleeding, but it still wasn't developed enough to heal the wounds completely. Jaune knew the wounds would leave ugly scars, but he couldn't care less.
Jaune didn't even know where he was, he was drifting through the wounds, avoiding any Grimm his nose could pick up, until he somehow found a town. He was able to sneak through security and hide away into an alley, that is, until Jaune heard gunshots and loud demands from a store nearby. Even in Jaune's pitiful state, he couldn't turn away from a criminal action. He slowly stood up and hurried over to the noise.
Jaune found several men in black and red suits either carrying blades or guns. They were holding up a burly shopkeeper, who looked like he was about to cry. Jaune didn't say anything heroic or try to stop the men robbing the store. Instead he began to unleash utter havoc on the suited men. He took quite a few by surprise, but his energy was still low. He used his sword to slash at the legs of the taller men and used his shield to block incoming attacks. He refrained from using his dragon slayer abilities since he needed all of his energy and aura just to keep attacking. He soon began to tire and leave himself exposed. The suited men took advantage of this and easily disarmed him. He was only left with his shield. One suited man with a blade went to attack Jaune from behind. Jaune knew it was coming, but out of instinct he used his 'White Dragon's Fist' to knock the man unconscious. Even though it was his weakest attack, it drained him. He attempted to use one of the white dust capsules in his shield to replenish himself, but the capsule was shot out of his hand by what seemed like a firework.
"Come on guys, you were all getting beaten by some kid? This is just embarrassing," Jaune turned his glare to see an orange haired man smoking a cigar and leaning on his cane. Jaune growled and threw himself at the man, but the man merely sidestepped and smacked Jaune on the top of the head with the end of his cane, knocking him out. He was about to shoot Jaune to end his existence, but one of his goons held the vial that was shot out of Jaune's hand up to him. The man grabbed it and studied it closely.
"Well this is… strange. This looks like dust, but I've never seen it before. Alright, new plan, grab the runt and his weapons. Also take as much dust as you can from here. We can't just leave it here can we?" The man said while smiling towards the shopkeeper, who was cowering behind his desk. He snapped his fingers which signaled his goons to do what they were told.
Jaune woke up with a large headache and a sore body. He didn't want to open his eyes until scenes from the events that lead up to his current state flashed into his mind. His eyes flew open and he tried to sit up, but found he was currently bound by several restraints around his body. He was lying on a metal table with a large light looming over him. Jaune tried to turn his head, but that too, was restrained. He did have one thing going for him though, he felt a bit healthier. Whoever took him must've seen his state of health and fed him. Unfortunately, He still wasn't strong enough to break the bindings.
"Hello young man," Jaune moved his eyes to see who called to him, but the person was staying out of sight for the time being.
"I know you must be very confused and even possibly scared right now," the man continued.
"I don't fear you," Jaune spat back in retaliation.
"Well, aren't you the brave one? You must understand the situation you are in. Let me explain. You are currently in what is known as a laboratory, can you say laboratory?" the man laughed. Jaune just growled. Which made the man laugh harder.
"Sorry, I'm not too good with kids," the man explained jokingly, "Well as I was saying, you're in a lab. Which is owned by one of the most dangerous criminal organizations known to Remnant. I am currently the leader of said organization." Jaune could hear footsteps slowly approaching him, but still out of his line of sight.
"You would actually be dead right now if I wasn't feeling merciful right now, but my good will comes with a price," the man said. Jaune then saw an outstretched hand towards his eyes. Held in the fingers of said hand was one of the white dust capsules, the same one Jaune intended to drink to regain his power. Jaunes eyes widened.
"Ah, so you recognize this, hm? Well I'll tell you what. I have no idea what this is other than it is some sort of dust. I myself could be considered… a dust expert." The man chuckled. "But this dust is unlike any I've ever seen. I looked at your weapons and found a total of five other vials, but they were all empty. Now why is it that you only had one filled up? I would assume that is because this is a rare dust, since I've never seen it, but then why would you carry around empty vials. Why not just dispose of them? So we did a little bit of testing with your shield and found that it had a special property to it. It had aura imprinted into it." The man said, sounding like he was interested in what he was saying.
"So we did the same thing with your sword and guess what? It had the same thing! Now I thought that this was interesting. But I'm rambling, I'm going to assume you knew all of this. So I'm going to get to the point. We messed around with this dust, and I found something interesting. It appears to be some sort of enhancing dust, but we can't seem to figure out how it works. Would you care to enlighten us?" Jaune could tell the man was smiling from the shadows he hid himself behind. Jaune didn't know how to respond. Does it matter if he told this man? He knew he shouldn't, but he knew his situation. However, what Jaune said next somehow didn't surprise the man.
"Go to hell," Jaune said. Suddenly a cane was brought down onto Jaune's still healing chest, causing him to cough violently. He was definitely not enjoying his stay here.
"Now, now, don't be like that boy. I just want to know a little more about this dust. I've been told that you have an interesting power. You used a small, but focused amount of aura to give one of my men internal bleeding. That is commendable, for sure. But I have a feeling that there is more to you than that. So how about this? If I let you go, you work for me and tell me how to use this dust. You get money and food, I get information and man power, what do you say?" Now Jaune was getting extremely mad. This man had just offered him to work for him as a criminal. Jaune wasn't going to let this slide.
"Okay fine, I'll tell you. But I can't let anyone else hear it, just you." Jaune sighed in defeat, or that's what it seemed like to the man. Before the man could speak, Jaune caught his attention again, "I know there are others in this room, I can smell them." Jaune could hear a few smart remarks and a 'hey!' here and there. After a few moments, the man accepted Jaune's terms.
'I can't believe he fell for this,' Jaune said. He didn't care what happened to him right now, all he wanted was to show the man that this dragon slayer wasn't going to be used. He could see the man's ear cupped in his free hand, his other hand was tapping his cane impatiently. Jaune leaned in as best he could and whispered
'White Dragon's Roar,'
A white laser was shot out of Jaune's mouth towards the man's ear, but the man's reflexes were far better than Jaune thought. the man was able to dodge the attack unharmed, but the ceiling above them had a small hole in it. The man growled at Jaune.
"I'm going to make your stay here a living hell until you give me what I want." He said. Jaune felt a needle go into his arm, and after a few moments, his eyes closed and he fell into a deep slumber.