Warning, this gets dark. This is probably the longest chapter I've typed so far, it may seem kind of rushed. I'm also going to be editing my first few chapters so it's not like reading a wall of text as I've been told.

Jaune spent the next two months in a dark, cramped cell, bound by chains and fed the bare minimum. He wouldn't have even accepted the food if he didn't have his desire for revenge to push him forward. He spent day and night trying to figure out a way to escape, but with his lack of strength, he couldn't even move.

Jaune noticed that recently, there were fewer men in black and red suits and more men and women wearing masks that resembled Grimm. They were mostly concealed, but every once in a while he could see an animal appendage. He had a very small window from which he could see out of, the window where food was allowed access through. He noticed a slight increase of food in his meals every once in a while, it seemed these faunas took pity on him.

One day, someone actually decided to talk to him. Jaune made very little attempts to respond, but one thing the person said compelled him to speak.

"I'm sorry for what is happening to you here," the voice said. The voice was high pitched and full of sorrow. He assumed it was a girl around his age.

After a long pause, Jaune finally responded. "I don't know if I should feel anger towards you for apologizing, or thanking you for actually having a heart." He said quietly, his voice cracking from his lack of talking.

"We aren't heartless, at least, most of us aren't. I know what we're doing here is wrong, but this is all I have left to fight for. You are somehow a key factor in completing our goal." The girl said.

"Then what is this goal? Why does it involve me?" Jaune questioned as he attempted to lean forward.

"We want to be seen as equals. We want what was promised to us. We want faunas to be seen as equals." The girl said, "As for why you are important, I'm not sure. The only one who knows is that bastard Torchwick." The girl said with a growl.

Another long pause occurred, "Why do you work for him then?" Jaune asked.

The girl sighed, "Even though I don't want to, the higher-ups of our organization have changed from our usual peace-rally method to a method far more cruel. They saw our pacifistic movements yielding no results, so they got desperate and turned to forcing people to fear us. Roman decided to help us by funding our movements, but in exchange we have to do his dirty work." The girl finished with a scowl.

"But you're different. You know what you're doing is wrong, you can change what your group is doing." Jaune said. He could tell that the girl was upset.

Before the girl could respond, another voice spoke up. One he had never heard before.

"Are you talking to the prisoner? You know we aren't allowed to talk to trash like him." The voice said with a cold and smooth voice.

"No, I just finished feeding him, that's all." The girl responded.

After a few seconds, the man spoke up again, "Good, come on. We have a new mission." The man said.

"Okay," the girl quietly replied. Jaune heard their footsteps slowly fade away until he was left with silence again. Jaune sighed.

"I guess I'm not the only one who's trapped here huh?" he said to himself.

After another week, Jaune was moved back onto a metal table, bound by leather straps with a light above him. 'This is the same place from before,' Jaune concluded.

"Hello again brat," A man's voice said. Jaune now knew who's name to label that voice to. Roman Torchwick.

Jaune just grunted, not wanting to provide the criminal with any more amusement.

"I'm sure you want to get back to your comfy cell as soon as possible, so I'll make this quick. You know that white dust we got from you? Well we've been studying it's uses. We found out a while ago that it's some sort of enhancement dust, which I know you're aware off, so that got me thinking. How can we make it better?" Roman had an amused smile on his face. Jaune could see Roman from his peripheral vision.

"To answer that, we've made a copy of the exact elements of your dust, which wasn't easy by the way. Then we combined the dust with other enhancement dusts we had around, and guess what we made?" Roman paused for a moment, as if waiting for Jaune to answer. Roman laughed.

"Well I can tell your curiosity is piqued," Roman said sarcastically, "Anyways, we made… well we aren't sure what to call it, so we just went with lacrima crystal, don't ask why we are calling it that. But just what does this lacrima crystal do?" Roman asked again. Jaune still refused to even ask.

"I've found out that your white dust only lasts until you use up its power, but this crystal generates its own power! If we gave this to someone, who knows how powerful they'd become, now you might be wondering, why am I telling you all of this?" Roman asked AGAIN, this was starting to piss Jaune off.

"I don't care," Jaune growled, Roman laughed again.

"You might want to change that answer, because guess who is basically disposable at this point and would make a great test?" Jaune finally looked at Roman, only to see a cane pointed at his face.

"You!" Roman yelled. Immediately after, several masked people entered the room and held Jaune down from various places. Jaune's eyes grew wide with panic when he saw one carrying a large knife. He looked back at Roman, who shrugged.

"We have to get the crystal inside you some way, right?" Roman said with a bored expression.

The masked person with the knife leaned in closer, but hesitated.

"Sir, can't we at least, you know, knock the kid out or something?" the masked person said in a rough voice.

"Why should we? The result is the same, this is just more interesting to watch." Roman said with a smile. Jaune didn't want to give Roman the pleasure of hearing him beg, but Jaune was never good at handling pain when he couldn't fight back. Jaune kept his mouth and eyes shut until he finally felt the blade slowly open up his chest.

Jaune wanted to scream in pain, he wanted to retaliate and resist as more incisions were made across his chest over his scars he had received from Acnologia. Since his aura was extremely low when he received them, he couldn't heal properly.

At his sides were a few more maksed people, using their aura as life support for Jaune. Jaune opened his eyes and avoided looking at his open chest, instead focusing on Roman handing the crystal off to another masked person, who nodded.

Finally the blade stopped cutting into his chest, and the man stepped out of the way, under his mask was a look of disgust directed at himself. In his place stood the masked person with the crystal. Jaune could see it up close now.

It had rigid edges and it seemed to be glowing white. It wasn't all that big, but Jaune knew that he would still feel it. The masked person slowly inserted the crystal into his chest, causing Jaune to hold back a scream. He could hear the masked person chanting a few words and saw their arms glowing. Jaune could feel his aura slowly returning to him.

The lacrima was now intertwined with his aura. Roman was smiling at his success, but he quickly frowned when he saw Jaune starting to flail about on the table. The White Fang members held him down firmly, but Jaune was slowly getting stronger, forcing the members to use more strength.

Jaune was feeling pain that was now unimaginable, the lacrima wasn't in sync with his aura, rather, Jaune's body was trying to reject it entirely. He began to glow, his body temperature rose, and the braces began to melt. The members had to step away from him to avoid getting burned. The cuts in Jaune's chest were healing rapidly due to the excessive amount of aura flowing through him. Jaune slowly sat up, barely able to stay conscious from the pain.

"Someone put him under now!" Roman ordered. A few White Fang members scrambled to retrieve gas and fluids to inject into Jaune to make him fall asleep, but Jaune was faster. He may be in pain, but due to Roman's mistake of giving him a large source of power, Jaune knew this was his chance to escape.

"White Dragon's Holy Breath!" Jaune yelled as the energy left his mouth. Jaune planned on using the explosion it would cause as his chance to escape. Any damage he might obtain from the blast radius in the small room would heal quickly.

The blast created a large flash of light, knocking over several White Fang members and Roman. Roman however, recovered quickly and fled, in fear of Jaune attacking him directly. Jaune was also flown backwards into a wall, but he staggered to his feet and made his way out the door.

Jaune wasn't going to leave without his weapons. He used his nose to find their scent, which wasn't hard. Roman had left them in a room just down the hall form where Jaune was. Jaune grabbed his sword and shield and moved as fast as he could to find an exit.

After only five minutes of searching, Jaune couldn't find anything, Jaune grew impatient and resorted to making his own exit, even if he had to level the building. He used various attacks to destroy wall after wall until he could finally see sunlight. With one last attack, he destroyed the wall and squinted at the sudden light that penetrated his eyes.

Despite his pain, he smiled as he gazed at his surroundings. He looked back and saw where he was for the past several months, an abandoned factory in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Jaune felt the pain in his chest again and fell to one knee.

"I'm going to destroy this evil place. Right now!" Jaune yelled as he slowly rose again. He was mentally preparing himself to use a move he had only used once before, and only because his father had given him enough power to use it at the time. Jaune formed a large ball of aura in front of him and inhaled…

"White Dragon's Holy Ray!" As the words left his mouth, several smaller missles of aura left the larger sphere, curving and destroying different parts of the building. He could hear the cries of others in the building as they ran to different underground safe rooms. At this point Jaune didn't care if any of them lived or died. They had helped make his life miserable by forcing a crystal that not only was giving him extreme pain, but extreme grief. The white dust that had been given to him by his father had been corrupted into a vial thing that would only cause pain in the future.

After Jaune felt satisfied with his work, he finally succumbed to the immense pain that was only being held back by his will power. His vision faded to black.

Jaune opened his eyes slowly and found himself in much less pain than earlier, but it was still there. He saw that he was under a soft blanket and placed in a white room. Jaune looked around him and saw someone watching him from a feat only about a foot away.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," the person spoke in a calm voice. Jaune's eyes finally focused on the person. He had silver hair and a green scarf. He also had small glasses with an unusual frame. His expression was calm and relaxed.

"Hello," Jaune said quietly. He wasn't sure if he should even ask at this point. He had already been through hell, he just wanted to slow down a bit.

"What is your name?" the man asked. Jaune was hesitant, but responded anyways.

"Jaune Arc," he said. He kept his answer simple.

"Well, you may call me Ozpin." The man stated calmly. Jaune felt relaxed around him.

There was a long silence, but suddenly memories returned to Jaune. He felt regret and sadness for what he did to the people inside the building. He practically buried them alive.

"I killed them," Jaune said as he held back his tears while burying his head in his hands. He didn't care that Ozpin was watching him, he couldn't stop his emotions. "I'm a monster."

Ozpin took a sip of his coffee, "Actually, you didn't kill anyone. Although you did harm quite a few White Fang members, none were announced dead. Just injured and buried under the ruble." Ozpin said, still in a calm voice.

"R-really?" Jaune said, unsure how to feel. He may not have killed anyone, but he certainly meant to at the time, he wasn't sure if that made him a criminal.

"But I still caused them harm. I'm just another criminal," Jaune choked back another sob.

"In your case, you were defending yourself against a terrorist organization, in the process you've destroyed one of their hideouts outside a major city. So in this case you could be considered a hero," Ozpin said. Jaune looked directly at him in disbelief.

"How can I be considered a hero? I wanted to harm those people, to KILL those people. Anyone with my mindset should be considered a criminal." Jaune said, his words choked and strained.

"Despite how you feel, you are on the side of good. But if that's how you feel, I can offer a way to redeem yourself." Ozpin said. Jaune blinked.

"How?"

Ozpin smiled, "I am the headmaster of Beacon, one of the most prestigious hunter academies known to Remnant. The next semester is only a few months away, and I could easily get you in if you're willing to put in the effort to learn. In your case you will be redeeming yourself by helping those who cannot help themselves by being a hunter." Ozpin said.

Jaune didn't know what to think, but his mouth spoke for him.

"I accept sir," Jaune said, still choking on his words. Ozpin smiled and took another sip of his coffee.

After half an hour of silence, Jaune remembered he wasn't in a large amount of pain. He figured Ozpin must've had something to do with it.

"Sir, how did you numb my pain? When I was awake it was unbearable." Jaune asked, his voice finally normal after calming down.

Ozpin looked down for a moment, then back to Jaune.

"When the authorities found you, you were unconscious just outside of the factory. They brought you into this hospital and you became big news. You've actually been asleep for two weeks." Jaune eyes grew wide at this, but he didn't ask, "When I heard rumors about a hidden base being destroyed by one teenager, I was intrigued. When I arrived to this room, you were obviously still in pain, even in your comatose state. I checked with the doctors here and found that you were mostly fine physically, but your aura was beyond anything we had ever seen. After a few scans we found a crystal imbedded inside your chest, but it was too risky to remove it due to it being directly linked to your aura. If we removed it, there was a chance it could kill you." Ozpin paused, trying to figure out how to word his next explanation.

"I had to use your aura to seal the power of the crystal, but in doing so, I have caused your aura to become… more fragile in a sense. Since the crystal was doing damage to your body, the healing aspect of your aura is now completely focused on healing the wounds the lacrima is making. I am currently working on a way so you can have the healing property of your aura back and not have to worry about the crystal, but for now. You will only be able to heal like any other normal human." Ozpin finished, seemingly satisfied with his explanation.

Jaune took a few minutes to process what Ozpin had said. He had several questions to ask, but none could escape his mouth at the moment. He couldn't heal anymore? How is he supposed to help people if he can't help himself.

"I know being a hunter will be a challenge if you can't heal your wounds, but in due time, I'll be able to fix you. That crystal could also benefit you in the future." Ozpin said. Jaune scowled at the mentioning of the lacrima.

"Can't you just, I don't know, negate it or something? Stop it from functioning?" Jaune asked hopefully. Ozpin raised an eyebrow at this.

"No, the crystal is its own power source, so it cannot be negated, only contained. But I'm curious as to why you wouldn't want to utilize that power. It could make you immensely powerful," Ozpin said. While Jaune knew that if he was able to use the crystal, he would be a force to be reckoned with, he saw using the crystal was accepting help from an enemy, who had corrupted something precious of Jaune's.

"That may be true sir, but I don't want to accept help from Roman. He took something from my father, and created this thing that is now fused into me. I have my pride as a Dragon Slayer," Jaune said, with his head raised a little higher.

Ozpin grew curious, "A Dragon Slayer? Is that a self-proclaimed title or an earned one?" Ozpin asked. Ozpin would believe anything at this point in his life after all that he's been through, so why not believe in dragons?

Jaune sheepishly grinned and scratched the back on his head, "A little of both I guess. This'll require some explaining..."

"I have more time than you'd think," Ozpin stated as he leaned back, preparing for Jaune's 'explanation.

Ozpin knew this boy would be an interesting one to teach.