Bloodborne Arc part 1
Hi everyone. Sorry for the wait but I did warn in advance that it will take a while to do this one.
I hope you like it, This fic was a request from a Guest.
I'm sorry if I didn't get all of the details right in the game but if it's anything important please let me know and i'll add it.
Warring this fic contains gory and graphic details, not suituable for those who don't like extreme details.
enough stalling, Ladies and Gentlemen I give you.
Bloodborne Arc part 1
Jaune had experience many forms of Hangovers since he became a teacher at beacon, the worst was when he accidently drank Barts experimental batch and that left him with a headache that felt like a monkey was operating a Jackhammer.
Yet this one triumphed even that, his felt like it was about to split open, his tired eye's opened to see a Room that was foreign to him. He was not starring at the plastered ceiling but a wooden one decorated with
"oh my… a unique one we have here." A withered old voice called out, Jaune head snapped in the direction of the source to see the outline a figure in a chair. "Wecome to Yarhnam, home to the blood Ministration and many dark secrets that one such as your self will unravel." He slowly pushed the wheels on his chair towards him, the candle light beside Jaune helped to illuminate the mans features.
He was old judging by the tone of his voice and his physical condition since he did move from his wheel chair, his grey hair laid mangle all out of his large tattered top hat, a dark cloth circled around his eye's obscuring his vision yet he was somehow able to stare directly at Jaune.
Jaune tried to get up only to be held down by the wrist as leather straps pinned him by his ankles and wrists. Looking back up at the man he hesitantly asked "um… excuse me but could you please untie me from this table?"
The man shook his head at his request "not yet I'm afraid. For a pale blood such as your self will not last here especially with that little shield of yours." He pulled a yellow piece of paper and quill with red ink dripping from the tip "What you need is a little Yharnam blood of your own to survive but first a contract."
Jaune patience was growing thinner as he remained trapped on the table but knew that he couldn't break out by himself so he held back most of his spite for the man who had yet to unbind him "Listen sir, I don't know what's going on and I don't want to know, all I want is to leave. Now untie me."
"not until you have completed the contract."
Jaune sighed in defeat as the man remained stubborn to complete this *Contract* that he insists on completing "Fine, what Is the contract?".
"Just a simple sheet of question you need to answer." He said reassuring before drawing the quill close to the sheet of paper "Now, your name please including family, it is essential that I get it right."
"Jaune Arc."
"is that John with a hn or is there another way you spell it?"
"J.A.U.N.E" He spelt it out through his gritted teeth as he glared at the blind hermit, secretly wondering how he can see through that blindfold.
"right. Next family history, current Job, training and hobbies."
He sighed resting back onto the table "Professor for Beacon, Huntsmen Training and Hobbies." It took a while to think of one of his many pass times he practices before answering "Hmm I'd say… Reading."
"Good. All signed and sealed." He said folding it half and stamping a seal over it.
"That's it?"
"yes, Now. Lets begin the Transfusion." Beside him he pick up a tube contected to a smaller tank of red liquid, at the end was a narrow metal tube that glistened unnaturally in the dim lighting of the dark room
"Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! HEY! Keep that needle away from me!" Jaune struggle as he tried to pressed him as far back as he can into the table away from the deranged man and his tool.
The man grasped his restrained arm and inserted the needle that somehow bypassed his aura, the liquid travelled through the tube and into his body "oh. Don't you worry, whatever happens… you may think it all a mere bad dream…" The strength within his body faded as what ever was in the red liquid did something to him that felt wrong before he lost consciousness.
-nightmare-
Jaune awoke once more in the darkroom except without the man and the needle sticking in him.
The restraints still held him down yet as he tried to call out for help no sound came out, he could breath but his vocal cords felt repressed as he tried to scream out for help but again nothing by an empty scream escaped his lips.
He laid back in defeat, breathing out heavily before looking around for something to find something that could help him until he eye's landed on something that didn't belong in the room.
From the left a large pool of blood sat unnaturally on the ruined broken floor, it started to bubble unnaturally before a bloodied large clawed hand appeared out of the pool.
'what. The. Fuck!' Jaune's thought as a body soon appeared linked to the arm, the monster was a large wolf monster that put the Beowulfs to shame due to it's size and appearance was truly the stuff of nightmares.
It's claws were as along and as sharp as daggers, it's knife like teeth dripped with both saliva and blood, it's pearl like eye's glistened with primal hunger and blood thirst, tattered blood soaked clothes clung around it's body.
Jaune was Paralysed with Fear, unable to move as the beast stalked closer, it raised it's claw up and slowly moved it towards him the claws pointing up.
Just as it was about to touch his face the Beast lit alight with fire, it howled in pained as it's blood soaked body was consumed with fire before falling dead to the ground.
'What just happened?' He asked himself as silence engulf the room before out of the corner of his eye a small moon coloured little hand grasped the edge of the table before another joined and up with it a little humanoid creature with a deformed eyeless face.
More of those creatures appeared climbing up onto the table and climbing onto him.
'hey! No keep away from me!' he shouted and pleaded in his mind as his frozen body wasn't able to shake the creatures off as they swarmed over him and over his head until darkness consumed his vision.
"Ah you've found a hunter." A female angelic voice called out from the darkness that swallowed his vision before he lost all consciousness.
-after nightmare-
Jaune awoke once again in the dark room but with no sign of the monstrous wolf creature, Other smaller creatures, restraints or the Blind old man.
Pain and Nausea began to sink in as he sat his body up from the cold metal table, His body felt foreign to him, His was aura gone and replaced by something dark and Twisted that has burrowed deep into his very being.
He twisted his body around so his legs could dropped to the damaged wooden floor, with a push he dropped from the table and landed on the floor by his feet while holding onto the table for support until he felt that he can manage on his own.
Once he felt he had proper control of his body He walked away from the Table and all other equipment before taking in the surrounding of the room.
It was an old fashioned Wooden room filled with Old Rough, tattered books that were covered completely by Dust and judging by the thick layers that blanket them a decade or two without any cleaning. A couple of glass tubes, bickers and glass tubs filled with gods knows what, half burned out candles were the only source of light within the windowless dark room that reeked of dried blood and rotted flesh, his lungs burned from the heavy fog of dust in the air.
After checking his surroundings he asked the number one question on everyones minds "Where the hell am I?".
With no one to answer his question he resolved to seek them out, but first he had to check his person.
Looking down he saw that he was still wearing his hoody and jeans minus the armour and his weapons.
"Damnit" he cursed silently at his vulnerability, without aura he can take attacks that would have bounce off his invisible shield, without amour he now has to worry about protecting the area's and without his weapons he can't protect himself against the unknown threat that may lay outside the room.
The door struggled to open, it's hinges squeaked harshly from the years of being unused until now, with a final push on the double wooden doors Jaune was greeted by a dim ray of light from the window above the stairs. The twilight rays shined through the thick clouds in the sky, the light illuminated the dimly lit stairway that creek when Jaune walked down them until he reached the bottom, scuffling and dragging sounds could be heard around the corner, approaching with caution he peered around the corner of the wall and went rigged with fear.
The Site before him made him want to puke and run at the same time, because in the middle of the room was the monstrous wolf creature feasting upon a bloodied mangled corpse. The good news was that it's back was turned to him and it was preoccupied in it's food, the bad news was that it was not only facing the exit but blocking it as well.
Jaune knew he couldn't tangle with a creature like that, even with his now gone Aura it could tear him apart with those claws, instead he knew the only way to deal with such a monster was to not alert it to your presence.
He crouched low onto the broken wooden floor and crept around the right of the large room, keeping close to the shadows as he stayed out the beast's line of sight until he was just behind the wolf creature and few feet from the doorway.
Seeing the only obstacle between him and safety from this place he crepted close to the table nearby and grabbed a glass tube, moving back into the darkest parts of the shadows he reared the arm holding the tube and threw the glass object across the other side of room where he came from.
The Beast's Head whip frighteningly fast towards the Sound, The blood on it's teeth dripped onto the floor as it's barely existing skinned mouth Reared up before it let out a spine chilling growl as it's glowing eye's gleamed with primal savagery and bloodlust. It forgo it's meal in place of discovering the source of that noise, it slowly in a predatory stalk moved away from the doorway and towards where Jaune threw the glass.
Jaune used this opportunity to move as silently as he can towards the only exit out of here, his feet slowly gliding across the floor until *Creek* the sound of the wood straining under his weight echoed throughout the empty room, Jaune turned to see the Wolf whip it's head around to see him.
Dread surged within him as the wolf body turned to face him 'Shit!' on instinct Jaune Ran, His Heart beat so loud in his ears that he couldn't hear the room shaking roar. He charged up the stairs, intent on escaping from the chasing threat. Just as he was inches away from the door a great weight slammed down on him, Pain erupted from his back to his chest, Warm rancid breathing blew down his neck, in his final moments on this world Jaune would swear he heard his mothers scream before everything went black.
-Remnant-
The entire population of incredibly horrified by what they saw, never had they seen such a horrific and fearsome creature before, not even the creatures of Grimm were that terrifying and could not even be compared to that thing that just killed Vale's number one Bachelor.
The act that left many in mourning for the blonde professor of Beacon.
-Team RWBY-
"Whhhaaaahaaa! Jaune why!?" was the loud cries of Team RWBY's leader who voiced out everyone's grief and sorrow over the Recently deceased professors death. Ruby Rose hugged her sister for comfort as wept into her sisters chest covering it in tears running tears.
Yang was hugging her sister close to her, visions of her past when she and her sister nearly died flashed before her eyes at the site of monster that put those beowulfs to shame. she too shedded tears for her love that she never got to confess to.
Blake Was in the bed sheets shakeing and whimpering in fear, that creature had sent all of her animal instincts screaming in fear, the professors death was truly heart breaking but the fear was too overwhelming that she couldn't shed a tear for Jaune.
Wiess Much like Blake and Ruby buried her head into a pillow and cried out her heart out over the devastating loss of the Professor who was a role model to the team.
Zwei was bouncing up and down with what could be described as joy, barking happily at the screen, The team had written the dogs behaviour as normal because they always look and act like that, but they were unaware that the fateful companion was celebrating the professors death and praising the large wolf for completing it's mission.
-Professors-
The Professors of Beacon were morning for their lost comrade.
each of them expressing their grief in their own way.
Glynda was crying in pure grief over the loss of her love, her eyes were red and bloodshot from the tears that stained her face, she locked her self in her office to avoid anyone from seeing the state she is in.
Ozpin was frighten, while he mourned for another lost comrade his main priority was on the creature that put Salems creations to shame, he was thankful that she never made anything as horrid as that, for he feared he would be no match for something like that.
Bart would've wept for Jaune had he not be preoccupied with analysing the very creature that took his comrade in arms, he took notes of it's unusual forelimbs that are more mammal then canine, obvious used along side the claws to grip and snatch prey, an evoluationary change or a mutation? a question he must uncover.
Port mourned for young professor who he always said reminded him of himself when he was young, yet as stood there mourning for the boy new found strength and conviction powered by Anger, vengeance and justice. he would avenge the boy by killing the mighty beast and make a pelt out of it.
Cinder will admit one thing, that she was going to miss Jaune, but now that he's taken care of, she needn't worry herself about whatever plans he had schemed up. but the creature that killed him was something unique and terrifying that it even sent the grimm parasite within her running scared at the site of it, something that made the grimm afraid was truly something to be scared of.
-Arc Family-
The arc family was in a time of morning as they comforted their distressed mother who had seen her worst nightmare, the death of her son her baby boy. she cried and embraced her family tightly as if they were going to disappear, her husband Nicholas comforted his hysterical wife as best as he can before the screen to their tv brighten to show a place different then the old building.
-Back with Jaune-
The endless darkness was all he saw and felt as the black abyss embraced him yet what felt like minutes into his death he felt warm non-stinking air, a Gasp for air escape him prompting his eyes to open to see the world around once more.
The feel of cold stone instead of rough wood pushed against his chest, The soft grass and plants tickled his limbs, Strength returned into his body and he pushed himself off the ground to see the world around him.
Iron Gates encircled the small land, cutting it of from the land in and the vast nothingness out, Cobblestone pathways littered the island, Tomb stones of various sizes and looks stood within the corners of the small island, Trees stood imposing over all, a large wooden house stood at the top of the small hill in front him were all the stone paths lead to, Yet was the weirdest thing he ever saw was the Moon.
Instead of a shattered one with bit of it's surface hovering outside if the dent, this one that he and many in remnant were seeing was whole, no damage or dents apart from the craters that littered it's surface, It hovered brightly in the twilight sky.
"Okay I must be having the world's worst fever dream" Turning around to the only form of shelter there was, Jaune approached building while passing by a human sized porcelain doll that bore an unnatural likeness to young woman.
Taking the first step on the stairs a small greyish mist appeared a couple of steps up, it had no source of origin from which it continued to pour forth but when he got close enough, a few familiar enities poured forth from it but still attached from the waist down, in their little hands were three weapons larger than their body.
A large one sided iron Axe with leather wrapping around it's handle.
A large iron cleaver with a long handle, it was bent in with a saw edging on the outside but a clean sharp side on the inside, dirty bandages wrapped around blade.
Last was an iron cane with a sharp spear like end at the end of the long iron pole, the hand turned in a straight 90 degree angle.
The little deformed creatures held the weapons at him, eager to give it to him.
Jaune hesitantly took the cleaver, surprised by its weight but got used to it, when he turned back at the creature he saw that they had almost disappeared into nothing with one giving him a thumbs up being sinking into the ground.
Walking up again another group of those creatures appeared only this time holding two weapons, old fashioned firearms.
One was an old fashioned flintlock, a cylinder long iron barrel with the ending spreading out a bit, the handle was polished wood.
The other was a larger version of the pistol with a wooden Frame underneath the larger barrel with a stock for recoil.
Deciding to go for the lighter and accurate of the two he took the Pistol from the creatures "Thanks I guess." Again the group of pale creatures disappeared and another appeared holding a book "once again thank you." He said taking the leather covered book and this time no group of those ceatures appeared.
"What am I to do now?" He asked himself what he suppose to do now that he was stuck on this empty island, however the answer to his dilemma came from a tugging sensation on his pants leg "huh?" looking down he spotted a single one of those creatures that have been helping him thus far tugging on to his jeans.
"um yes my little friend?" he addressed the creature who pointed to the stairs where he came from, looking to where he was pointing he saw another one waving at him to come, he walked down to it where it started to point right at a tomb stone where a group of them were waiting. Walking up to the group that seemed to be directly linked to the grave stone he watched as they reached their hands towards him in a grasping motion "And what am I suppose to do?" he asked the one beside him who was previously pointing at the group, It reached it's hand out in a grabbing motion to them.
Jaune followed what the creature was doing, and his hand reached out to the embrace of the group where they gently held onto his hand, a familiar tugging sensation pulled on his very being before a sense of displacement and vertigo took over with his vision going dark as his body faded from existence in the small island.
-back in Yharnam-
Jaune sight returned and he saw that he was once again back in the room where he awoke from, but the only difference was the small lantern hanging on the small hood on the ground, held a blue flame that burned with a supernatural light that gave of a sense of safety and relief.
"Whoa?!" He yelled in amazement of the objects unique traveling powers "That's someway to travel". After getting over the amazing object he walked down the same steps to the large hall where low and behold around the corner was the same wolf monster feasting upon the mangled corpse, Jaune hand reached down to his legs where the pistol and the cleaver where hanging from, with the pistol in his left hand and the cleaver on his right he was set on getting rid of that monster 'alright lets do this'. He quietly and slowly moved through the shadows, stepping carefully on broken wooden flooring, just as he was behind the beast with his new weapon reared up High *Creek!* The floor board decided to make his presence known.
-fight scene-
Jaune wasted no time into slicing down, the saws cutting down the wolfs back creating a deep a cut down it's spine where blood poured from the gushing wound as the monsterous wolf howled in agony and stood up tall on it's hind legs.
Jaune quickly took advantage of beasts howling state and slashed his weapon across it's spine creating another deep gash in it's back, however before he could attack again it jump forward evading his strike before turning around to face him.
It bared it's huge teeth at him, it's eyes gleaming with savage anger, in a flash that Jaune didn't see coming it's Teeth dug deeply into his right arm and with it's inhuman strength lifted it from the ground and proceeded to shake him like a rag doll. Jaune screamed in pain as he tried in vain to dislodge the wolfs grip on his cleaver arm, even as he was waved around off the ground.
He punched the wolf in the face with the pummel of the gun in a desperate attempt to make it let go of him but it only sunk it's teeth deeper in that it made it's way to his bone, But then a thought occurred and he remembered his weapon, taking a chance on weather or not it's loaded he aimed it pointed black into the wolfs left eye and *click, Bang!* in a flash of gun powered and smoke The wolf released him in order to tended to it's own mortal wound.
Jaune Gasped in pain before looking down to see large holes in his sleeves where blood seeped from the large bite marks in his arms that ran deep into the bone, Jaune looked and rolled to the side just in time to avoid the sharp sword like claws that impaled into the spot where his head used to be, it looked at the human that avoid it's strike, it moved to lift it's claw only to find that it limb wouldn't move, looking down it saw that his still impaling claw was still stuck in the floor, .
With all of the strength he had left in his body, Jaune stood up and raised his cleaver with the aid of his other arm the supported the injured one and slash down.
Thing went into slow motion for jaune and everyone one watching as his cleaver slash down towards the wolf, but the beast pulled it' body while it's claw was still impaled into the floor, Jaune brain slowly realised that his weapon was too short to reach the beasts head, now that it's pulled back but the unexpected happened, in a series of mechanical clicks the cleaver unfolded from it's curved in position and locked into a straight position were it blade side faced downwards, the extension was long enough to for the blade end to drive deep into the wolfs head.
Blood exploded out of the killing blow, splashing onto his left leg where it darkened the fabric of the jeans and unknown to him doing a bit of extra.
-fight scene end-
Jaune panted as the rush of adrenaline flowed through his body, his senses heightened and his heart pumping loud in his ears "Woo! What a rush!" he yelled out before the adrenaline died down enough for him to feel the familiar stabbing pains in his arms only a bit milder. Looking at his wounded limb he saw the Holes in his arm healed to the point where they didn't cut right down into the bone but still had the bits marks that didn't bleed, "my wounds? But how I don't aura so how did they heal?".
A question that everyone wanted know and where is he.
Gripping handle to iron cleaver he tried to pull the weapon from the wolfs head only to bring it along, he planted his foot on its head and used it to keep the body in place while he dislodged the blade from the beasts head.
Jaune Analysed his new weapon in it's unlocked state, The cleaver stood imposing at the end of the long cloth wrapped handle, blood clung on both ends of the simple shifting weapon, it didn't have the amazing the shifting modes that many huntsmen and huntress use to change depending on their position in battle.
The weapon was clearly designed to shift into an extended form to reached targets that it's lock position couldn't reach, which explained the sharp side opposite the saw endings on the other. Swinging it forcefully into the side where it snapped back into it's retracted stated, "Ok, that's useful" he mused locking and unlocking the weapon a couple of times to get the hang of it.
"ok, Time to get out of here" Moving over the recently killed corpse, he made his way through the door way and up the stairs where he was killed, opening the door old red coloured doors that creek and moved slowly from the years of not being used Jaune was presented by small yard filled with tomb stones, outside the walls that separated yard from the rest of world stood tall and imposing stone building that were illuminated by the twilight cloud filled sky.
The camera zoom away from Jaunes Figure and out of the yard until it was position over the large city, showing everyone watching the maze ghost city.
Old fashioned street lamps decorated the cobblestone streets with Iron fences separating the balcony's and floors from the dark abyss below. Stakes of smoke rised from section of the stone city, the streets were littered with corpses of both man and other unnatural creatures that put the grimm to shame in both Physic and appearance.
The Camera zoomed back into Jaune's face "I Don't think I'm in remnant anymore." He said with a Grimm look on his face, After getting over the shocking revelation that he was no longer in vale and much less remnant he walked into the yard, seeing all of the dead trees and unmaintained grave stones.
The air was filled with ash and the revolting stench of rotten flesh that had Jaune pinching his nose to avoid the disgusting smell that made his stomach twist and turn, he walked up to a nearby corpse that looked freshly dead then the others in the building, he search it's pockets to find a 10 silver bullets within it's clothing.
The bullets looked ordinary metal ones instead of the dust filled ones that is regularly used, it's casing had a silver look to it except lighter in colour, The bullet was longer with a sharp end, obliviously made for penetration. Carving with unique runes or and designs that didn't look like they help in anyway that made the bullet stronger.
Pocketing 9 or the 10 bullets, he unsheathed the pistol and held it in front of himself, he looked it over to see where the bullet could be inserted, the first choice was through the barrel like almost how all flintlocks were loaded, but thought that had to be the last resort until he found a small hole in the back of the pistol next the hammer. Inserting the silver bullet in he saw it drop in and lock in place before aiming and pulling the trigger.
*Bang* the gun fired off and the bullet shot out at the normal speed that all bullets in remnant went, it collided against the stone bricked walls and exploded on contact leaving large dent in the wall.
"Wow!" Jaune yelled out in surprise of the damage the gun and bullet did to the wall, reloading the empty pistol with a new bullet he walked towards one of the two iron gates, the one leading further into the building was lock but the one leading out in the city was unlocked.
Jaune pushed with heavy metal gate open with all his strength, Jaune saw his new surrounding outside the small graveyard, small cobble stone paths to his left and right that was littered with abandoned wreck carriages and rotten corpses of animal and man, A large Carriage stood to his left blocking anyway of getting through or over it.
Further in front him, down the steps was small balcony, descending down and looking over the slightly destroyed iron fence a bottomless dark abyss was all Jaune saw as he looked down, no form of light escaped from the darkness that the city stood up from. Looking around Jaune grabbed the nearest thing object around, a long iron bar that once belonged the iron fence was in his hand, holding the object over the fence and let go.
The Bar hit against the wall on the way down creating noises as it goes down until it became so faint that you couldn't hear anymore, a few seconds went by and still nothing so Jaune moved on.
Taking the path on the right he went past a festering corpse of horse still tied to it's carrage until something caught his ears. The sound of something dragging across ground hurt the ears of those listening including those with enhanced hearing, From under the carriage in front of him he saw a pair of feet slowly walked in his direction followed by a regular axe that was dragged acrossed the stone road.
Hope filled Jaune's being as there was human being here that could tell him where he was but he knew he had to cautious because he didn't know if he gonna face a friendly face or a terrible one.
He approached the carriage slowly, silently unsheathing his new weapon, just as he was about to walk around the corner he quickly jump back to avoid axe that would've been buried in his head.
Jaune Took a defensive stance with the pistol pointed towards the carriage, from out of the corner a tall man, taller then Jaune walked out, he was garbed in plain cloth clothes with a heavy leather coat that opened in the middle showing his cloth shirt, a leather hat decorated his head, in his left hand he held a flaming torch while on the right an ordinary large axe.
Yet what was terrifying wasn't his weaponry or clothing but his face, His Face was unnatural pale with infected bandages wrapped across his nose, blisters and boils filled with a yellow like substance decorated his face, his eye's were bloodshot but instead of being red they were more yellow, there wasn't' any ounce of Humanity or sanity within the infected mans eye's as he murmered to himself while looking at Jaune with a feral look.
Many in remnant including the Grimm lands felt sick looking at the disgusting horror that was the most frightening sickness they had ever seen.
Jaune Heart pounded as the insane man approached slowly "Easy there." He tried to communate with him only for it to fall onto deaf ears, the man raised his heavy looking axe with one and charged at him with a roar.
Jaune leapt to the side to avoid the savage strike from the axe "Please Stop! Don't make me kill you!" he knew deep down that the man before him couldn't be reason with but he had to try because he didn't want to kill him, but the man beyond reason as what turned to face him again was an animal filled with an unquenchable bloodthirst.
He charged one again with a roar but as Jaune jumped to the side he unlocked the weapon in it's extended form and swung it at the charging man head, severing it at the neck were blood exploded out from the clean like a fountain, spraying the area around with blood with some getting on his clothes.
Jaune didn't feel remorse, guilt or even grief at killing, because a different emotion took root at the site and feel of death, excitement, thrill and dare say a thirst that wasn't there before, his nose inhale the scent of the blood that awaken something within him, something inhuman.
To those watching a sense of fear creeped down their spines as Jaunes once innocent sapphire eyes turned into pools of red, a grin slowly creeped across his face before realisation took over and he held his head as he felt something fade away as his mind became clear yet in it's place was a slight headache.
'what was that just now?' he questioned himself as he felt something take over, something primal and perverse that he could still feel it's twisted presences within, The touch of the blood on his skin and clothes seemed to invigorate it.
The headache seemed to settle down enough for him to think straight 'I need answer. I need a cure.' Jaune needed to know where he was and what was happening to him. Recovering from his plight he progressed on.
A larger gate stood in his way and could not be moved by his strength or the strengths of others as it was locked not by a key but by a mechanism that was controlled by the metal lever on the other side 'not getting through that anytime.'. He walked away from the gate and looked left where he saw another lever standing a few yards away from him and above it a metal ladder that has yet to descend, 'that could work.'.
Walking over he gripped the handle and just as he was about to pull *Smash! Bang!* the piles of junk to his left was destroyed, looking in that direction he spotted two more plague victims advancing on him with an axe and a sickle.
Jaune let go of the lever in favour of unsheathing his cleaver and pistol, they charged him with their weapons raised in the air, Jaune jumped back to avoid the attacks before jumping back at them with his weapon reared back before thrusting into the guy on the left, digging the saws into the mans abdomen where they cut into him "this towns finished" the man gasped out before falling to the ground dead.
Blood poured from the mortal wound, Jaune jumped back to avoid the finals guys strike that smashed into the ground, swung his weapon to the side unlocking the cleaver from it's retracted state, He charged forward and swung his cleaver down into the mans collar, burying it so deep that he had to plant his foot into his chest in order to pull it out.
Jaune felt stronger then ever when he killed those two, the presence within him seemed satisfied by it as well before disappearing again. After searching the two bodies he acquired a couple of bullets and small vials with needles containing blood that he felt a calling to, his mouth almost watered at the site as something whispered in his mind to inject it into him but he pushed that alien thought away because he did not know what the blood contain and that idea was not his own.
There was one other thing that he found in one of the corpses the two came from, a dozen Molotov's in small glass bottle forms, it would be of great aid in case they were needed to take down a group of monsters or people.
Walking back to the lever he pulled it back with all his strength which caused the ladder above him to drop down, it landed onto the ground next to him, connecting the ground to the roof of the building it's attached to.
Jaune climbed the metal ladder, and just when he was half way up the ladder an fear cringing roar bellowed throughout the city. Jaune looked towards the bridge where the roar echoed 'what was that?!' was both his and everyones thoughts on what could cause such as terrifying roar.
Continuing up until he reached the top, he climbed up onto the roof where low and behold another one of the lanterns except that it wasn't alight like the one in the clinic yet even as he stood a few yards away he felt a call from the unlighted lantern begging for his touch. He approached small container, his hand inching towards it until it stopped just and inch from the lantern, his hand acting not of his will but the will of what ever took a hold of it as it turned and pinch his thumb and middle finger to together *Snap* The Sapphire flames lit up at the snap of his fingers and he felt a sense of relief overcome him once again at presence of the lit lantern.
Yet just as he was about to move one he spotted light shining from the barred window in front of him, curious if there was anyone there he approached "Hello?"
"oh you must be a hunter." A man voice responded back from that alight window, Jaune released what breath he had held within him in relief that there's an actural living human around, now he can finally get some answer as to where he is and what is going on.
"m-my name is Professor Jaune Arc, Huntsmen for beacon." Jaune introduced himself as he stood before the bared window, unable to see the individual inside.
"a Pleasure to meet a fellow Scoular and a hunter. It rare to see both in this dire time."
"Can you tell me where I am exactly,? what is this city? what are those creatures? and what the fuck is going on?" he asked the important question that he and everyone watching needed to know.
"Not from around here I see." The Man breathed in what could be described as interest "This my friend is or rather was the Great city of Yharnam, home to healing church and their blood ministration." The name of the city and the regilion the man described was foreign to the professor and many in remnant as they have never heard of such a place before. "As for those creatures they are the results of the plague that has infected almost all of the city, once humans like you and I only to become a ravenous creature that feasts for you flesh." Alarm bells roared through the minds of all as the thought of such a plague capable of turning anything into a horrendous monster was equally terrifying as it was horrible if it strike remnant.
"So your saying is that everyone and everything that I might in encounter was the result of disease that twists their bodies into those horrific monsters." The Thought that those things were human at one point filled Jaune with guilt at having just killed someone.
"That Is correct, yes."
"Where did this plague come from?"
"no one knows, some say that it was brought upon by the healing church and their secretive rites that evolve the old gods, others the accursed vilebloods and some say that it was the gods who sent this terrible plague to punish us for our crimes against them." Again names he did not know but kept in mind incase he should ever hear of it again or come across such people.
"so you don't know where this plague came from?"
"Afraid not."
"Well hasn't anyone tried to figure out where or how to cure it?"
The man sighed in defeat before answering his question with heaviness and sorrow in his voice "Many have tried only to end with diasterious results that I pray you do not meet. However there been talk that hunters like you are immune to the plague."
"Like me?" Jaune asked, his hands on his chest as he was surprised by this information "what do you mean?".
"I've seen a number of hunters bathe in the blood of the infected or earn scratches that would infect others but they go on like it was nothing." The image couldn't be anymore clearer to Jaune, as his stomach turned at the thought of man bathing in the blood that carried such a disease.
"That's… gratifying to know that I might be immune to this plague." In truth he believe he was immune but he remembered his first death and of how he came back. But then he remembered he never asked the mans name, remembering his manners he bowed before the window "oh I never did ask you your name."
"It's Gilbert and I am happy to help, if you need any information on people or anything on the history of this city, you know who ask."
"Thanks again and you keep safe."
He progressed to the right down the stairs into a path that overlooked the street below, a group of armed men holding machetes, axes and sickles along with torches staggered down the street in the same direction where a large column of smoke was coming from, Jaune waited until the large mob disappeared around the corner of the derelict carriages before moving on.
He walked over the small bridge hanging over the street below, just as he crossed it The pile of fragile wooden boxes were destroyed by a lone man armed with a sickle that he wildly swung without reason or direction and was completely oblivious to Jaune's presence before he stopped his frenzied attack to look around before his eye's landed on Jaune.
He gave out an savage roar before charging "I don't have time for this." Jaune sighed before walking back as the crazed man stopped where Juane was and swung his weapon wildly without any control or restraint 'this is just embarrassing.' He thought stand a good distance away from the mad man's uncontrollable attacks, walking around the crazed he wasted little strength in ending his suffering by severing his head from his shoulders.
Continuing on and walking down another set of stairs around the corner he spotted two more of the infected at the end of the last stairs to the ground, they were completely unaware of his presence, one was sitting against the wall on the right starring straight at the wall in front of him while the other overlooked the balcony to the ground.
Jaune speeded around the corner and strike before they could defend themselves, he swung right with the cleaver unlocking from the force of his slash that the saw side slashed clean through the 1st infected neck before grinding against the metal bars as Jaune spun his body around taking the unlocked cleaver with him until he drive it down upon the final infected's head, the blade buried half way in stopping just above the nose.
'well that was easy' he thought flicking the blood off the weapon, walking down the last case of stairs until he stood on the cobble stone street 'ok where to now? There didn't seem to be anyway through the other way so I suppose I should go where that mob went.'.
Just as he finished that Thought Pain Erupted from his back to his chest, a sharp piecing pain gripped his heart. Looking down he saw four small spikes protruding out of his chest, blood slowly filled his lungs cutting off the oxygen to his lungs, Jaune cough up blood as he tried to breath, his mind went blank. All he could do was watch as his body was lifted from the ground by the force impaling him through the back, his head fell back as his body laid limp on pike being held by one of the infected residents with others standing behind him with twisted grins on their plague ridden faces, one of them raised their blood stained sickle before in a flash Jaune saw only darkness.
-one death later-
Jaune was once again in the drifting through the void before the feel of the ground on his chest signalled he was alive once again, his eyes opened to see the familiar floor and surroundings of the roof with the second lamp.
Jaune stood up and looked around, seeing that nothing has changed since being killed a second time, except for his person, previous wounds inflicted by the wolf monster was gone along with the holes in both his person and sleeve where the teeth dug in, his chest was also healed. "Right… I can't die for some reason." He sighed remembering the first time and dreading the future pains and deaths he'll experience here 'this is gonna be a pain.'.
Once again he walked down the stairs, waited for the mob who took their original places before moving towards the pillar of smoke, the frenzied man appeared once more along with the two awaiting around the corner of the stairs 'did Time restart at the moment of when I lit the lamp?' he asked himself as everything played out before he was killed.
Walking back to the spot where he once died, he looked left and jump away before he could be impaled once again by the pitch folk wielding man who was accompanied by 3 others all wielding the same weapon as before.
"Here we go again." He unsheathed his weapon and jumped back to evade the thrust of the four pointed fork, two more ran from the group and charged at Jaune with their weapons held high. Jaune walked backwards as fast as he can from the incoming foes before dodging to the side as both men swung their weapons to the ground.
Jaune used their exposed states to slash across their abdomens, the saw ripped through their clothing and tore into their flesh so deep that bit into the centre of the ribs. But Jaune wasn't done yet he reversed the swing of his cleaver the sharp back ends of the saw's cutted through the bone and tore into the vital organs behind it.
Jaunes sapphire eyes flashed red as they looked upon the remaining men without an ounce of mercy before the pikemen charged forward intent on impaling Jaune again who stood still at the last moment before sidestepping out of the thrust. He grabbed onto the pole of the pitchfork with one hand and held onto it, preventing the pikeman from turning the weapon to him, with his other hand he broke the pole in two with the cleaver.
The man barely had time to register what happened before he was savagely kicked against one of the many houses walls, Jaune unlocked his cleaver and thrusted forward with the blunt top of the cleaver, force was enough for the blunt end to drive deep into the mans lower abdomen, impaling him against the wall.
The Pinned man tried to pull the weapon out of me but his strength was nothing against Jaune's own, he drove the weapon further by the handle before swinging to the side taking the man with it as he span around sending the impaled man flying from his weapon into the wall on the other side of the road.
*Crunch!* The infected man slammed into the wall creating a bloodspatter on it, a large vertical hole stood though his chest where the cleaver had impaled him, his body slid down the wall painting it downwards in red.
Jaune's eyes snapped frighteningly at the final man who raised his makeshift shield as he stood far way in fear of the man who took out three of his comrades, Jaune turned his body towards him and stared at him.
His clothes were drenched in the blood of his foes, darkening his fabric and dripping to the ground, his eye's reflected the pools of blood around him as a predatory grin etched on his face. In the moment of silence he stepped forward with one foot, his body leaning forward before the other moved in front of it, slowly in predatory stalk he approached his backtracking prey.
In a flash of surprising speed he dashed towards the lone man, crossing the distanced between them. The terrified infected thrusted his torched forward intent on burning Jaune but his clothes brushed against the torch as he passed through the man's open defence and punched sending him staggering to the ground on his front.
As the man tried to get up he was pushed back down by Jaune who pinned him to the ground with his foot on his back. Jaune pulled his pistol from his side and held it in his hand, he aimed it down on the pinned man who tried desperately to escape from his helpless position *Bang* before anyone knew it, his head exploded and spattered all over the small crater in the ground caused by the same bullet.
Half of the population of remnant puked at the horrific action, while one wild haired blonde shielded her sister eyes from such brutality.
As it ended the red from Jaunes eyes did not disappear but intelligence did return, Realisation of what he did caught up with him, though in invigorated by the deaths he caused his stomach said otherwise to carnage and gore.
He raced to a nearby wall and unloaded the contents of his stomach onto dirty stone floor until he emptied everything out; Jaune wiped the remnants of it off his mouth. 'what is happening to me?' he asked himself as he lost control during the fight as something primal took over, even as he stares into the reflective surface of a street lamp he could see blazing red eyes starring back at him from his own reflection.
Moving on, he followed the path up the street, approaching the farthest carriage with caution he peered around it to see mob of them standing around a bone fire where in the middle handing upon a large crucifix was a large humanoid creature of sorts, the fire lick and clung to it's wild fur and ate at it's skin.
'What are they doing?' he thought seeing them just standing there looking at the burning corpse with unwavering attention, even the mutated dogs were standing at attention to the burning beast.
*Bang* explosive pain pierced through the back of his shoulder the force of it pushed him against the carriage, Jaune gasped in pain instinctively grasping his injuried shoulder which had a hole running through both ends.
Turning around in furry and anger of who did that, he saw a lone infected in a long top hat wielding a long silver or iron rifle with smoke coming out of the barrel.
Jaune saw red when he watch the man prepare to reload his gun, he charge at him with a animal like growl on his face, reason and sense lost as he rammed into the gunmen and crushed him against the wall behind him. The air was knocked out of the staggering man that before he could regain his footing Jaune grabbed his head and bashed against the stone wall, again and again his bashed it until it was a bloodied smear against the wall.
Jaune panted as the adrenaline rush passed allowing the pain in his shoulder to become noticeable, though it had stopped bleeding the hole was still see through.
The pain throbbed and grew intense enough to snap Jaune from his haze to notice that in his left hand he was holding a small jar with a tiny syringe, the clear dark red liquid in the glass case sloshed around by his movements. It was tempting to look at, the whispers in his head pleaded for him to use it promising to heal his wounds, he gave in to the desire and inserted the needle through the cloth under the hole in his shoulder where without any assistance from him the blood immediately entered his body, not push but rather sucked in.
A sense of relief and dare say bliss washed through his body and in an amazing sight he and anyone had ever seen, his wound healed instantly, veins, muscles and skin regrowing at a faster rate, a feat that aura could never accomplish because even if they heal such wounds there would be scares left in their place.
"What is this place and what is happening to me?" he asked out for anyone to answer his plea's but found none to answer.
He sighed heavily to himself before discarding the empty vial and moving up the steps to the upper street overlooking the road, from this slightly high vantage point Jaune stuck to the shadows and looked upon the dozen or so men circling the bon fire as well as standing close to a set of stairs that lead to an open exit out of the cramped road.
'Hmm a dozen armed men wielding heavy cleavers, axes and torches, two of them wielding riffles on the carriage overlooking the mob the other at the back.' His eye's swept over them taking notice of two disfigured creatures amongst them 'two…. Dogs' if they can be called dogs due to looking have mutilated and turned inside out with dirty clumps of fur over their bodies, their bloodshot filthy eye's popped out from their heads while diseased drool dripped down from their skinned maws like the monster wolf from before.
The site of said creatures caused many pet owners to hug their whimpering pets who howled in fear and horror of their appearance, including a pair of sisters who hugged the equally scared corgi like their life depended on it.
A plan began to form in Jaune's Head 'I can't take them all on, ether the two gunmen will take me out or I'll be swarmed immediately by their vast numbers. If I'm not pinned down by those dogs.' His eye's flashed towards the only exit out of the dead end road, a dangerous and otherwise foolish idea popped in his head 'I could make a break for it, run past them before they could even raise their weapons, but the dogs will be on my heels.'.
He eyes went back to mob 'could I even risk it? I don't know if I'm truly immortal but do I risk another death and battle just to stand here again? Plotting another way to get by, will they move from position? Could I even wait for that?'.
Question after Questions boggled his mind before his Arc determination reared its head 'no! I must act; I can't sit here all day waiting for the opportunity when it's right there.' Walking back to the carriage his body hugged against it's side as he peered around it, watching the mob and preparing to act as his feet pressed against the stone ground.
'on 3' his heart pounded in his ears, deafening him to all other sounds except for his own thoughts '1' his body edge a bit closer to the end of the carriage '2' his right foot grinded against the ground.
'3' He sprinted forth from his cover, heart pounding in his ears as dashed past the unsuspecting and surprised men, making to the stairs as his hands reached out and grabbed it's corner that he used to spin his body around to the steps.
Feet pounded against the stony steps, stomping in rhythm to his own heart, the shouts and cries of the mob broke through his deaf ears by the time he made it to the end.
*BANG!* he narrowly missed the sniper on the carriage as he past the street lamp, the sound of barking signalled the hounds that made it up the steps when he was just half way through.
He raced through the small dark tunnel, his pounding feet echoed with the wind as he enter another small courtyard that didn't hold any form of shelter from the gaining hounds.
Their barking grew louder and louder as they approached faster than mob, Jaune looked for a way out of this dire situation, the courtyard to his right was too cramp with very little space to maneuverer in.
In front of him was a collection of coffins ranging from iron to wood, as well as some fragile looking crates and objects sitting in front broken fence.
The cries and roars of the mob remind him of the reality of his impending doom added by the fact that the dogs just exited the tunnel.
Time seemed to the slow down for Jaune as he searched for a way out, his eye's landed on the corner of the of the pile in front of him, a noticeable opening in the fence while the rest of obscured by pile of debris.
Whether it be instinct or sheer stupidity Jaune will never know as he charge at boxes in his path, climbing on them as fast as his legs could carry with the hounds literally at his heels and with all of his strength he threw himself over the fence.
He had half excepted the bottomless abyss from before or a ten foot dropped down the street but instead he landed in a small alley that was just a few feet from the containers he jump off from.
Of course given his position and timing he wasn't prepared for the unexpected ground and so he landed face first into the stoned floor *Thump!* pain splashed over the front of his form as he basically belly flopped to the ground.
The sound of barking turned to growls, and the roars of the masses became silent moans that soon became distant until silences was all there was.
A sense of desperate hope rooted in his very being that he dared to open his eye to seen see neither hide nor hair of the dogs, or even the leather shoes of his pursuers, that sense of hope sprouted, giving him strength to push himself up slowly for fear of alerting any that might still be around
As he stood he turned to see dripping maw *BARK!* a single roar from it sent Jaune falling back on his ass and scurrying in that direction until he saw that the beast was cage in an iron cage.
It was relieving to see the threat that could've ripped his face off was isolated from the world around in but its appearance and feral growls was still spine chilling to behold.
After managing to calm his pounding heart and temper his nerves he got up from the ground and looked back to see the wall where he had jump from, a large portion of the iron fence was missing where the fragile piles of boxes sat, hiding the fact that he didn't need to jump but rather climb or break his way through.
Still whats done is done and he is safe… for the moment, walking a few steps down the only path he spotted from the corner of his eye a few more cages containing those dogs with a few out but unaware of his presence.
He silently stepped down the path, intent on remaining unknown until he made it across the open walkway and slip in obscurity behind wall of the building. The path splits into three ways, to his left through the tunnel under the bridge laid a wooden door to a building that was in the direction of where he came from, on the other hand, straight ahead down the steps was an open area that cut off from bottomless pit ahead by the iron fence acting a barrier that separated anyone from falling to their demise.
Jaune would've went straight except for the site of two hulking figures that barely looked human wandered aimlessly in their environment so instead he went towards the door on his left.
The door opened effortlessly unlike the others, the building was submerged in darkness with very little light from doors illuminating it enough to see outlines of objects and the environment around him.
Jaune squinted his eyes in the darkness because ahead of him, standing underneath the top floor was the outline a tall figure standing still before him, his hand tightened on handle of his cleaver, foot creeping towards the unsuspecting foe *CREEEK!* until the weak flooring made his presence known.
The dark figure lunged from the darkness of shadows with a long blade the surprising speed was fast for Jaune to evade so he forced onto the floor trying to wrestle out of the man off him, his left hand gripped over the man's own sword hand, using all the strength he had in it to keep it from desending while the over pushed against his face, his cleaver was laid to the side an arm's reach.
The man other hand gripped his throat squeezing with it with his rough bandaged hand, Jaunes lungs begged for air as his throat was being crushed by the inhuman force.
Desprate to get this raving lunatic off him, Jaune Resorted to a brutal and stomach churning method, his hand went from pushing the man's face to Gripping, his fingers curled around the side of his face while his Thumb Dug straight into his Eye.
The Man screamed As Jaune pushed his thumb into the eye, the hand around his throat loosened in favour to trying to pry his hand from his head which was all Jaune needed to pulled his hand back from his head and reach for the cleaver.
His fingers curled around the handle and drew it into his hand for with I swing he across he slice the man's throat open, Blood erupted and exploded onto his face, The man dropped his weapon and used both of his empty hands to grip his bleeding neck.
Jaune pulled one of his legs out from under the man's body and reared it before kicking him off where he laid on his back gasping until he bleed to death on the floor.
Jaune sat up from his position eyeing the corpse, blood dripped from his face and onto his jacket, his teeth gritted together as his heart hammered against his ribs, for what was perhaps the 10 near death experience he had encountered in an hour, he still saw his life flash before his eye's as the man's snarling expression matched that of the wolf in his first death experience.
Getting up, exhausted spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically he carried on to the other side of dark building and opened the door to bathe in the sun light.
The first thing he saw as a pair of boot above him behind a fence, knowing what he was to expect he prepared his cleaver as the boots jumped down onto the steps and with them another infected.
Wielding a heavy axe the man swung down hitting the ground where Jaune once was before his head fell from his shoulders and on to the ground "I seriously need to get out of here." Jaune sighed as he continued up where he met a familiar barred gate and beyond a familiar lantern, going to the lever next to him he pulled with all of the strength he had left in his entire body until it faced him.
The gate opened and the path was opened to the lantern "There, now I have shortcut in case I need to back track here.".
Knowing that there was no way out the way he resurrected he opted for the next thing that might lead him out.
The Bridge.
The large towering structure seemed to cut through the city and if his hunch was right, lead him out as well to some place saner and safer.
Doubling back into the building he stood at the foot of the stairs inside where he could see light shining through the glass front of the door, silently praying and hoping it lead to where he wanted.
Walking up the rigidly steps he pushed open the door and low and behold steps up to the bridge, for once in his time here Actual hope, he raced up the steps with glee and when he looked to the right his heart dropped at the sight his worst fear multiplied into two.
The two terrifying forms of wolf monster from the clinic prowled the bridged that ended in a dead end, Jaune did not want to tangle against one of them least of all two who seemed blind to the presence, their milk white eye's gleam unnaturally as they stalked on all fours.
He decided to go the other way were abandoned carriages that littered the sides of the bridge, walking down he came upon a site that both confused him and frightened him a little.
A pack of large fat birds circled around a large figure, their bodies were bigger than a dog but their short stubby wings made them look like chickens as they laid on their bloated fat bellies, their red eye's peered up to figure they were all looking at.
The hulking figure in the middle of the circle of crows was as large as Beringel and twice as scary, it was or rather was human, it's face was distorted and unusually grey, it's bald head was scared and littered with stitches around the top of the scalp, in its right arm where a hand used to be stood a rectangular stone, obviously once a stone hammer before it was made into the creatures weapon. It's other hand was as large a man's head with stone like fingers clinch together in a fist.
Its hunch large form was barely contained in clothes that looked to be on the verge of tearing.
Yet behind the hulking figure and the enormous birds was dark tunnel at the other end of the bridge, a long run but Jaune was sure that the creature and it's friends were big to give chase to their overall size that their bodies looked barely able to contain.
Like before he prepared and then he dashed, he kept to the right far out of the reach of the group as he sprinted pasted them that by the time they noticed he was already under the arc standing over the bridge.
Yet something did not seem right because just as soon as he past under the arc a foreign power washed over him, knowledge and dare say otherworldly wisdom not his own flash across his mind before a familiar paralysing roar stopped him in his tracks.
From far at the end of the bridge, at the top of the tunnel a large hand grasped the edge and pulled with a large creature that puts the creatures of grimm to shame, it enormous form dropped down to the ground of the bridge with an earth shaking force that caused the tunnel behind it to collapse sealing it.
(Boss appearance)
The creature at the far end of the bridge was an eldritch horror the likes anyone had ever seen, it stood on its large human like feet in a crouching position with its legs bent in, it looked malnourished, it's large torso was so skinny that it's rib cage could be seen. its left arm was extremely larger then it's skinny right arm, and judging by the way it' was leaning to its side, heavy as well.
Its head was a combination of a dear like skull with antlers, no eyes could be seen from it's eyeless sockets, wild large hair travelled down from the back of it's next to his back and along the larger arm.
It stood larger then Ulsa alpha and more imposing then a Nevermore, it reared it's head back and gave out a spine chilling shriek that frighteningly familiar as Jaune bared witness to the creature responsible for the previous roar that he heard an hour ago when climbing the ladder.
-boss fight-
Jaune could only voice his shock and fear in two simple sentences "Holy shi-!" Jaune was too paralysed by fear to move out of the way before he was crushed under the large fist.
Pain rocketed through his body, as his ribs cracked and his organs were squished between the forces of the ground and the greater force on top of him, soon the heavy weight was lifted and Jaune was gasped for air for his bruised and bleeding lungs.
However the monster was far from over, it grabbed him with both its unsymmetrical arms and lifted him from the blooded imprint on the ground, Jaune was helpless in its monstrous hold, his fading strength was used to keep him alive as he stared deep into its soulless dark sockets before *SLAM!* it slammed the Blonde Huntsmen into the ground with its skinny limb, again and again Jaune was rapidly slammed into the cobble stone road creating a bloodied crater until he was finally let go of him and allowed him live what few seconds of life he had before darkness once again consumed him.
-boss fight end-
-hunters dream-
The feel of the ground once again assaulted Jaune senses along with the familiar tickling of the grass, The foreign scent of flowers instead of blood and flesh awakened to the reality that he was no longer in the monster filled city but the island in middle of nowhere.
His eyes opened to see the familiar surrounds of tombstones, trees and grass around him, yet amongst the relaxing scenery and oddity that never there before, stood at the foot of the stairs leading up to the buildings.
It stood straight up in its old Victorian dress with a brown cloak draped around it's shoulders, a bonnet decorated the top of its snow haired head.
It's pale puppet fingers clasped together in front of its body in a waiting position, it's pale sapphire eye's stared at him with a comforting gaze that bore into this very being, on its impassive face unnaturally pale face with its rose coloured lips standing out.
It's head moved down a bit slowly in a bow before it's lips moved and a soft angelic voice emanated from them "Welcome Good Hunter".
After that the screen faded to black for everyone watching.
-remnant-
The people of Remnant did not know how to responded to what they saw on their tvs and scrolls.
first it was grief for the professor who died then resurrected then died then resurrected again until he was killed again by a giant monstrosity.
Next it was fear, fear of the monsters, fear of the plague ridden people, fear of the plague that causes the people and creatures to become monsters and finally fear of the professor who seemed to be infected with something that not only caused him to lose his aura but made him more primal and ferocious like there was a beast inside of him. while the new animal like nature was indeed frightening it wasn't a turn off for many women in remnant.
they didn't know if this was a game or a new Tv show but they can all agree it was awesome.
-Team RWBY-
"Yang let me go! I wanna see!" Ruby pleaded as she try to pry her sister hand from her eyes.
"not yet, in fact not ever! not until this horrible thing is over." Yang firmly stated to her little sister who tried to escape her hold and see the horrors on the screen, the Professor dying many times over and inflicting such brutality upon his foes that was strangely arousing to the blonde bombshell but her protective elder sister instincts overshadowed those feelings and so here she was embracing her sister tightly to protect he innocence from the brutal and nightmarish scene.
Blake was still in the sheets shaking like a leaf only this time instead of being afraid of the monster she was afraid of Jaune, afraid of what was in him and what he was becoming, her instincts ran wild with paralysing fear as she watched the carriage unfold before her very eyes as Jaune brutally massacred a group of men with sadistic glee.
Weiss was the same as Blake only she acted out her disgust and horror by emptying the contents of her stomach into the teams toilet, her pale face tinted green with disgust as she held onto a nearby bucket that contained a portion of her stomachs contents as she watches the stomach turning scenes.
Zwei was no longer bouncing up and down with joy but was instead sitting on the bed staring at the screen with what could be described as disappointment on it's face as it stairs at the blond professor.
-Professors-
"Ozpin. Do you know whats going on?" Glynda after getting over her tear ridden state had marched into ozpins office after seeing her beloved Jaune return from the dead many times over facing off against horrific creatures that put the grimm to shame, so here she was asking the only expect on the arcane and overworldly.
"Glynda for once I haven't a clue on what those creatures are and what has become of Mr Arc." Ozpin admitted that he hadn't a clue on what was happening to Jaune or what those creatures were, or if Jaune was like him judging by his Resurrecting trick, for now though he will watch and study Jaune and this new world, hoping to get an answer.
Bart was at a loss, the theory of two worlds connected together was ludicrous to him, added by a fast acting plague that turns everything into monsters had to have been engineered by the architecture of the city and the weapons states that they don't have the technology to create such a dangerous weapon, along with the unbelievable notion that bloodtransfusion will cure everything.
The mad/ coffee addicted teacher locked himself in his office studying and analysing the world Jaune is in to find answers to the many questions he finding.
Port was delighted that the lad wasn't dead, though he was still keeping the promise of making a pelt/ trophy of the wolf but despite that fact he too was horrified by Jaune's actions against the infected and the information about a plague that turns anything into a bloodthirsty monster.
He prayed that he would not ever go to such a place like that.
Cinder was both disappointed, intrigued and somewhat aroused.
Disappointed that Jaune was dead and that he was dead.
Intrigued by the city, the creatures and Jaune's condition that takes away the use of his aura.
And Aroused by Jaune's brutality and carnage, the blood soaked massacre and overall primal animal like nature was a turn on for the half maiden.
-Arc Family-
The Family was busy nursing their unconscious mother who fainted from the horrifying scene's of her son's brutality and many deaths, the first time was when that animal like smirk appeared on his face, the second time when he speared through with the pitchfork, the third when he killed those people with sadistic glee, forth when he bashed that mans head into the wall, fifth was when he had to insert his thumb into the mans eye.
The final one that sent her into her longer state of Unconsciousness was the monster that pummelled Jaune into the ground like a rag doll, Juniper arc was relieving her worst nightmares in her coma like state.
-Grimm Lands-
In the grimm lands, Salem the queen of the grimm was if she was being honest to herself enjoying her, she was watching the best thing since the destruction of the old kingdom.
The Brutality, the carriage, the near extinction of humans and the fear. it was the closest thing she ever had to being turned on as the humans say, while the creatures where an added bonus to her intrigue she was more focused on Jaune who displayed such spine chilling acts of destruction and murder that he was now her iconic muse to fantasise about.
She shivered in delight at his red eyes that bared animal like ferocity and hunger.
She will continue to watch this interesting show to study the animals for future projects as well as keep an eye on the man Cinder had reported on.
Finished.
I hope you all like it.
First off, why was Jaune getting killed? well it's how the game goes.
You die and stronger, learn from your mistakes, die, die again and die some more until you finally get the bastard.
I added the Reactions Into Jaunes first death because at the beginning you're supposed to die in order to get the Weapons, Then when you enter the boss area win or die depending how good you are the Doll comes to life.
I hope you all like the Zwei entry I added.
Future Spoilers Qrow and Raven's Reactions will be in the next one, Why?... well you'll just have to wait and see. you can guess why they're going to be reacting to this but i'll keep the secret to my self until I add it in the next Chapter.
Now to do my other fics.
Star wars Return of the old ways.