Well, since NO ONE sent suggestions (I thought some one would have wanted to contribute), I suppose i will get on with the story. This is twice as long as most of the chapters but I couldn't cut it in half really, so I'll leave it as this here for all to enjoy. Read, review and thanks for the support.

Chapter 14

"Pyhrra?" the amazon had been staring out into the window and was surprised by the break in her train of thought. Everyone was still in the ward, but once she had insisted on getting out of bed, the teams present reluctantly started to use her bed as a space for planning on hunting Felix.

Who was also Jaune.

Pyhrra was still trying to figure it all out when the black-haired boy called her, "Oh, what is it, Ren?"

The still-wounded teammate smiled at her, but his expression seemed weird. Was it… pity? "Are you ok?" No, it was concern.

"I'm fine, its just…"

"Jaune," he nodded knowingly, "You couldn't have known,"

"Its just- why didn't he say anything? We could have helped, we could have controlled Felix if Jaune just turned himself in,"

"Pyhrra," Red sighed, "You've known Jaune for a year now. He valued the opinion that his friends place on him. If he told us the truth, how would you have reacted?"

"I would have stayed by his-"

"No," the boy said firmly, "You would have been appalled at first and then pushed that aside to stay by his side. You wouldn't have been able to hide that initial horror at the truth. You can't escape the fact that Felix has killed, but it was Jaune's hand,"

"You can't blame him for that,"

"If Jaune has managed to keep Felix locked up for this long, my only explanation for why he's out now is because Jaune let him out. Out of fear or weakness, I don't know,"

"We don't know what's happening, Ren," Pyhrra was getting angry at the way Ren was speaking, what he was implying, "For all we know, Felix could have been biding his time for the right moment and overpowered him,"

"Maybe, or maybe not, but we have to work with the assumption that Jaune won't help us for fear of what Felix will do," Ren lowered his voice, "I'm going to warn you because the others won't tell you, but most have agreed that Felix has to be neutralised, one way or another. Even if it hurts Jaune,"

"What?" Pyhrra visibly recoiled from the boy, "How could-"

"Pyhrra, he has shown he is willing to kill. He nearly killed me, threatened to kill Ruby and… assaulted you, all for some sick fun. We can't take chances. If we have to seriously injure Jaune to stop this, we will. Yang and Nora are particularly adamant, for obvious reasons,"

"But Jaune-"

"Isn't here, Felix is. This isn't some training simulation. Jaune cannot help us, Pyhrra. Thinking like that against someone like Felix is going to kill us."

"Why are you making him out as a villain?" Pyhrra snapped a little too loudly, drawing the attention of Blake.

"He's not," the Faunas replied, "But Felix certainly is. Don't treat him differently because its Jaune's body,"

"How could you say that?" the invincible girl gaped at the girl.

"Because I've read about a case like this. Not quite the same but the author has captured a lot of what is happening to Jaune, from what I understand," she removed a small book from her back pouch. The cover was old and worn beyond recognition but the title was still clear to see on the first page.

"The Devil In I?" Pyhrra frowned, "I've never heard of it."

"The story is of a Huntsman who, long before the creation of the schools, fought the Grimm for so long, his soul fractured. You know what they say about those who fight monsters. The… thing that was born in his mind was everything the Huntsman despised and from what the book says, this Devil wasn't a fan of him either. They hated each other and fought at every turn. When one did something in line with his nature, the other would take over and do an equal and opposite reaction. The result was an outcast, too good to be accepted by the wrongdoers of the world, but too evil for society to accept."

"You think Jaune will end up like that?" Ren asked.

"I hope not, because in the story, it doesn't end well for either of them,"

"I can hear you from a mile away," Felix shouted to whoever was in the library with him, "I wouldn't bother trying to get the drop on me. It won't work,"

The footsteps were getting closer, and soon he was able to recognise them. He'd heard them for most of his life, after all.

"You always were a bigger fan of books than your brother was," Jacob Arc appeared from behind a bookstack on the ground floor, a long, metal case strapped over his back, "Quite telling that you would come here to cower,"

Felix just smirked at the obvious jab, "Funny how you think you know me, Father," he replied, not moving, just looking down from the balcony. There was a thirty metre gap and a ten metre height between then. A good range, but he knew the Knight could close the distance in seconds, "This was just luck, but maybe you're right, maybe it was fate," he picked up a book, scanning the pages briefly as he had done so before, then discarded it, "Fate seems to play a big role in the lives of humans,"

"Are you going to yield?" Jacob slipped the case off, letting it fall with a loud crash. Whatever it was, it was heavy or perhaps that was just the container.

"Are you crazy?" Felix laughed, "You think I'm afraid of you or something? I'm not some helpless kid this time, Father. If you fight me now, you die." He drew Crocea Mors to emphasise his point, "I killed your wife with Jaune watching. It will be fitting to do the same with you,"

"Andromeda Arc was merely a Huntress," if the boy's words were having any effect on the head of the Arcs, he wasn't showing it, calmly kneeling to undo the latches on the case, "You face a Knight of the Eighth Crusade."

"A glorified Huntsman you mean," Felix waved his statement off dismissively, "I've read about your order. Since the Fifth, you are no more than a fancy title for Hunters who enjoy protecting people. Don't disguise that, you are no better or worse than the rest,"

"Why don't you put that to the test," Jacob pulled out the sole occupant of the case. It was the same craft as Jaune's Crocea Mors, but as different from the family heirloom as a descendant is to an ancestor. Jaune's sword and shield were crafted by the first generation of Arcs in the Great War. The monster of a sword Jacob wielded was much younger and, consequentially, sleeker and more sophisticated. The blade was two and a half times the size of Jaune's sword, a greatsword so big, it would be considered by many grossly impractical. But as Jacob took it from the case, Felix observed why, for his father, it was still of use: he held it in one hand resting on his shoulder, like any other sword. It was Zweïhander, his Jacob Arc favoured weapon.

"Do you think that scares me?" Felix rolled his eyes at the display, "I know its just extremely light,"

Sir Arc got into a fighting stance, the blade held in front of him in a way that reminded Felix of Weiss' way of fighting, "If I must, I will subdue you but perhaps I won't need to,"

Suddenly, Felix felt his senses numb. Jacob's lips moved but the sounds didn't seem to leave them. Instead, his father's voice filled his head, Drop the sword. The boy felt his fingers move by themselves and he very nearly lost his hold on the blade.

But he knew what this was. He felt it five years ago. "Divine Charisma," he forced out of his mouth as the muscles in his arms bulged in defiance of his father's will. "You speak and others obey, huh?"

"Don't struggle," Jacob looked up at his son emotionlessly, "Just-"

Kneel and turn yourself in.

Felix felt his stomach physically lurch. His legs felt weak. His father's voice was in his head and the instinctive urge to follow his every word was almost overpowering. But he had been prepared for such an attack.

"Don't think I can't resist that bloody trick," Felix gripped his sword even tighter and with effort, threw off the mental shackles for now. "You won't get off that easily this time,"

Jacob's emotionless face broke into a frown, "Fine," he leaped forward and slashed the pillar underneath where Felix was standing. The swing didn't cut the stone as much as obliterate it. The boy felt the support of the floor disappear and he jumped away as the ground broke apart. But not before Jacob smashed through it and swung at him. Felix brought Crocea Mors up and sparks flew as the ancestor and descendant clashed. Two pairs of orange eyes locked for a second before Felix pushed the older Arc away. But Jacob struck again almost before Felix could recover himself. The fight nearly ended as the boy was almost disarmed within two strikes, but a few desperate slashes forced Jacob to retreat once more.

Felix didn't wait to receive another blow. He charged straight for the Knight, but Jacob had already dropped back through the hole in the floor. The boy didn't hesitate. He followed and swung the sword down to cut the man in two. But he wasn't there. As Felix slammed into the floor, it took him a moment to recover. During that time, Jacob sliced a nearby shelf in two, let it fall towards his son, then kicked it for extra momentum. The impact knocked Felix away but not for long. Three swings of Crocea Mors and he was out, Only to receive a Zweïhander's blow right at the neck. He flew across the air, only alive due to his remarkable powers and Aura. After crashing straight through a pair of shelves, he finally lost enough momentum to simply hit the wooden stacks and fall down. He groaned but the thin line of blood on his neck was already closing. He got up to face his father once more.

After patting the dust off of himself, Felix grinned, "Is that all you've got?" he raised Crocea Mors in a stance identical to Jacob's, "My turn," he launched into a flurry of attacks of his own. The speed was something the Knight had not expected. He never knew his son to be so fast. Jacob was forced to parry a rain of blows that seemed to blend into one another. As the seconds wore on, the monstrous power of Felix slowed his father down. Meanwhile, as the claymore slowed the heirloom sped up. Deep inside his own mind, Jaune watched in horror.

Those moves. Those are…

"Pyhrra's," Felix grinned as his blows began to draw scratches on Jacob's armour, "I told you I was watching little brother,"

Jacob steadily retreated. His blocks were becoming sluggish but his endurance was far from exhausted. All he needed was the right moment to counterstrike….

There!

Instead of attempting to block, he took the blow on his right pauldron. The sword tip scrapped off the metal, carving a scar that would have shredded any other armour. But the result was Felix stumbling forward, not expecting the sudden lack of resistance. Jacob readied Zweïhander and swung with his reserved energy, intending to incapacitate his son semi-permanently. Not even he had the control of Resilience to stop a blow like this-

The boy's hand caught the sword near the hilt. The blade bit deep and blood gushed from his palm, but the white glow of his Aura combined with the Divine Mystery, stopped it dead. Jacob realised, too late, that Felix was now within the claymore's effective range. By catching the blade near the base, he robbed it of the swing's maximum power, which was the only reason he was still alive, let alone standing.

"You were going to kill me," Felix said with raised eyebrows, apparently unaware or uncaring of the deep wound forming in his hand.

"I trusted you would pull through,"

"Now you put faith in me," Felix wrapped his wounded hand around the blade, followed by his elbow, locking the claymore down completely, "A bit late for that," he drove Crocea Mors into the ground. He didn't want to kill him. Not yet. Instead, he wrapped his now-free fingers around his father's neck and squeezed. Jacob immediately felt his throat scream from the strain. Felix was using what he could of Divine Strength to choke the life out of him. The Knight knew why he was doing it. The Knight needed to drop Zweïhander to try and free himself. Which was what Felix wanted: him, defenceless. But there was no alternative. Jacob released the sword and made the futile attempt of pulling back the smaller hand that was infinitely stronger than it should be. Once the sword hit the ground, Felix threw his father onto the ground, letting him taste air once more. "Now, isn't that better?" he took and quick step forward and kicked the fallen man square in the face. His nose exploded in red as his head wiped back from the force. "No swords, no Divine Mysteries. Just a son and his father having a little chat," Felix kneeled beside the head Arc's bleeding face, "Now we can be honest with each other,"

Please, sto- he heard his brother pleading but he did something akin to muting him.

"I have… nothing to say… to you," the Knight spat blood at him, his words coming in croaking gasps.

"Really? No sage advice for your sons? No final words to say you love us? Because you will die here," Felix took up Crocea Mors once more and pointed it at his father's chest, "How much more will Jaune suffer if I make him an orphan?"

"You will be too,"

At that, Felix gave a sarcastic laugh, "Oh, yeah, because I've had loving parents all my life. Tell me, Dad, how much did it pain you when you realised we weren't the weapon you wanted? When did it click that Jaune was a failure and always would be? Its ironic that you hate the very son that was everything you wanted. The Arc family wanted a warrior that would kill and die for them without mercy or question, the power of God at their beck and call. I could have made the dream of your son being the greatest Huntsman to ever live a reality. Too bad you made me hate everything about your family,"

"You mean… your family,"

"You were never my family. All I wanted was a life for myself and that was taken from me. Then, after twelve years, I just wanted to feel something and your family tried to kill me for it. Now I finally have you at my mercy. And you know what? You look pathetic enough that I almost feel letting you live would be a worse fate than death,"

Jaune realised what was about to happen. Felix, no!

But too late, Jacob felt the sudden thrust of the sword bit into his chest, "Almost," the killer said spitefully.

Once the sword dug deep enough, Felix retracted it. He felt his brother squirming inside his head, the horror clear, but Felix was mentally blocked him from doing that annoying trick again, beating his brother's consciousness down until he was submissive once more. "There we go," Felix smirked, and walked away. But something didn't feel right. From the moment he disarmed his father, something nagged at him that what was going on was wrong.

"Wait…." It was the quite rhythmic sounds coming from the prone Jacob that made him realise. He spun back, looking at his father slowly laughing to himself. "Your Charisma. Why didn't you stop me with it? The balance would have swung your way. Why?!"

Felix said the words angrily and clearly, but Jacob didn't seem to hear them. He was now staring absent-mindedly at the ceiling, "Maybe… you're right," he began to cough up blood, adding to what was already on his face, "Maybe I deserve to die. Maybe that's why I came looking for you alone. Maybe I'm tired of it. Maybe I wanted to face you and take the punishment you wanted to give. But I meant what I said." He turned his head to look over to the boy, "I trust you will pull through, son,"

For a second, just a blink of an eye, orange flickered to blue, "Dad…" Jaune said softly, before they changed orange once more.

"Hmph, whatever old man," Felix turned and left the dying Knight behind him, "I still have some people to see,"

"Or maybe they will come to you," a female voice said from the entrance to Felix's left.

Of all the people he would meet next, he hadn't expected that, "Oh, oh this is rich. You came back for more?" he turned to the red-haired amazon standing in front of him. Pyhrra was wounded, the bandages still present on her torso, but she could walk and apparently, she wanted to fight. "You came after me alone?" he laughed and walked closer. He was within twenty feet of her now, "Are you an idiot?"

"No," Pyhrra said with a smirk but her voice was cold, "You are," Nora and Ren landed beside her, both ready to fight.

"Ok, three-on-one. I fought two teachers and just beat a Knight, do you think this fazes me?"

"A little more than three," Pyhrra said, still not changing tone. Four distinct thuds behind him made him shudder. He looked around and saw all of team RWBY cutting off his retreat. More people landed to his left and right and Felix saw both team SSSN and CFVY made the final part of the trap.

"Fifteen-on-one…" the young Arc wasn't looking confident now. In fact, perhaps for the first time in a long time, Felix was afraid, "This won't end well,"

I don't like writing fight scens, particularly RWBY ones as they don't tend to have the same umph as the show. But I do my best. Also, the conclusion is on the horizon (or at least the one I see for this story), so look forward to a grand finale. But in the meantime, comments and criticisms are appreciated as always.