A Piece of Me (Re-write):
Jaune wakes up after what the good doctor has put him through, but he's less than willing to settle into his new skin. Now his team and Team RWBY must deal with the fallout, and find Dr. Grossman before this happens again.
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I could only imagine how I looked, screeching like a banshee before falling silent but I was too far gone to care. My scarred hands shook as my new eyes roamed over them in utter shell shock. I could only vaguely see, out of the corner of my eye, my teammates trying to get my attention again; however it is was in vain, as I was currently preoccupied tracing the thin, white lines that made up the scar tissue along my hands and arms.
It was a morbid sight to behold, my arms, hands, hell I'm sure the rest of my body was covered in these white lines that must have been from the countless incisions that psychopath did to me. The tremor in my hands magnified as my mouth opened in what would have been another scream if I had any energy left, I buried my face in my scarred hands and tried to take solace in the darkness, but I could feel the small grooves from the cuts all along my hands.
Sounds mixed until they became a horrid drone that pierced my head making me want to scream again, my breathing was erratic and hitched and I tried to bury my fingers into my head to anchor myself to some kind of sensation.
"J...Jaun-...!"
I hadn't even seen the most of it, what of my face, my body, my legs, and, oh dear god, my manhood? I was beginning to shut down, my brain, overencumbered by my new senses, couldn't handle it and it was going dark again.
"Jau-...-ook a..t...!"
This is it, I can't go on. Maybe I should just-
"Jaune! Look at me!" shouted a familiar voice, a pair of familiar hands gripping my own. I looked up blearily, confused and dazed as the day I was born, to see my old friend and brother-from-another-mother Lie Ren. His jaw was set and his gaze was steady, he was speaking words to me but it took a moment to catch up.
"Jaune, you're ok. We're here Jaune, just breath easy." I did as the green-clothed man said, I slowed my still hitching breaths into some modicum of calm before he breathed deeply and addressed me again. "Ok, good. You're doing good Jaune."
Suddenly, a feeling hit me and I felt something bubble up from my stomach. I threw his hands off and raced to the only other door in the room, thankfully I guessed right and it was the bathroom. I vomited everything I had in me, and then some I didn't know I had in me, but it wasn't enough. I could hear my team shuffle outside the door, worry evident in their voices but, like before, it began to get drowned out by the buzzing in my head.
Eventually, my nausea passes and I stand up on shaky legs; I reach out to the sink for support and I use it for leverage as I wobble over to the basin. I turn on the cool water and immediately go to washing the watery vomit of my chin and splashing the cool liquid against my face to try to rack my brain. Tentatively, I look up into the large mirror hovering above the sink to truly witness my new body.
I takes all my will not to run back to the toilet. I swallow hard and force myself to look, just as I saw before, my face was reduced to a mass of silvery scars that spanned the width of my face. My eyes especially had some work done on them -if that venomous green was anything to go by- as I saw a small mass of scars form a jagged starburst of lines out of each one of my eye sockets. More scars dotted the area around my chin, on my cheek, and even some on my forehead with the largest beginning past my hairline and reaching down to my left temple.
Hesitantly, I took off the hospital gown and tried to view my chest without retching once more, scars. Scars everywhere! That same silver-whitish color, but some of them spanning the length of my arm! I noticed a few things that stood out first, a mass of the damn things was accumulated near my heart, down the flanks of my abdomen, and straight down the middle of my chest. I traced an equally scarred hand along them, if they weren't so visible then I wouldn't even notice them, none of them looked messy or incomplete. No, these were the work of a skilled surgeon and top-of-the-line machines designed for work like this. No part of me was spared being cut up: shoulders, biceps, pectorals, and another congregation of clean slices marring my triceps and down the length of my arms giving them the look of a Halloween costume's makeup. I noticed something equally strange there too, more long scars spanning down the underside of my arms, right through the middle of them with additional horizontal scars along my wrists. I twisted my body with surprising ease despite the traumatic surgery I had undergone, but I began to notice some things out of place.
Every movement of my arms, the twisting of my body, or just the refocusing of my eyes brought this soft mechanical hum. Just like before, almost unnoticeable had it not been for the deafening silence in the small bathroom. My breathing picked up again as my brain soon went to work analyzing my whole body, and what it found nearly sent me into a tailspin.
Everything wasn't right.
They were small things, but the longer I looked for them the more pronounced they became. I began to feel something different, and I did mean feel in the literal sense because it felt like my nerves were on adderall. Every breath of the air conditioner, the slight movement of my feet against the tile, even the gentle touches of my own body hair were picked up by my nerves. I ran a hand along my chest and focused, sure enough, I could feel every groove and slight pattern in the palm of my hand and the design of my fingerprints. I could track it all so clearly that it began to feel second nature, when the current of air changed I could feel the subtle tug of it across my bare skin, and when I leaned in to the mirror things got worse.
There were changes in my body structure as well, I could see them in stunning resolution. In fact, I could see just about everything: the grooves on my skin, the patterns within the scar tissue, I could even faintly see the outlines of veins if I tilted my head slightly. The longer I looked the more that I saw was wrong, but was that actually true or was I just imagining things? Did my ears look slightly displaced or was that just a trick of my mind? Was my hair always this dark of a blonde, no it must have been lighter right? I began to hyperventilate again as I heard the door to my hospital room swing slightly open and the familiar click clack of dress shoes on cold tile.
"Mr. Arc-" I heard a sagely voice ask outside my door.
"Yes!" I responded too quickly and narrowly cutting off the man outside my door.
The man cleared his throat and began to speak, "this Professor Ozpin Mr. Arc, General Ironwood and I would like to speak with you for a short period before we can clear you for departure from Beacon Hospital."
I licked my dried out lips, "o-of course Headmaster, right away! Just, please, can someone hand me some clothing... And some gauze?"
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My hands laid shaking in my lap, wrapped in gauze to prevent me from seeing them in all their horrific glory. Headmaster Ozpin sat across from me, mug nowhere to be seen and fully serious.
"Now, Mister Arc, I don't want to push you after such a traumatic experience, but can you recall what happened." Headmaster Ozpin asked slowly, obviously not wanting to push me too far.
I licked my dry lips, what did happen before then? I was in the surgery room with the doctor, but why? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I had been thrown out. Yes, I was branded a pervert and a creeper by my own friends without any evidence and sent, in the dark of the night, into a massive city without my weapon. Realization soon became uninhibited anger, and it showed on my face if Ozpin's reaction was anything to go by.
"Miss Nikos, take your teammates and wait outside for a moment." the headmaster said in a voice that obviously didn't make it a request. Pyrrha looked between me and Ozpin before gathering Ren and Nora and walking out the door. Once the door had clicked shut Ozpin returned his attention to me.
"So?"
"My team threw me out of the dorm because someone was messing with Team RWBY's stuff." my fist clenched tightly, a mechanical whine following it. "They blamed me without any reason and now I'm here. That do it?"
"Quite." Ozpin hummed for a moment before continuing. "Furthermore, after thorough examination, it was revealed that Dr. Grossman did not put anything potentially dangerous into your body so you've been cleared to leave. General Ironwood would feel it best if you met with an associate of his who has... experience in matters such as these."
I nodded, caught between a bone-aching weariness and a red-hot anger from hell itself, and Ozpin left. I heard him murmur some things to what I assumed to be my team outside before his shoes clicked away on the tile.
Slowly, the door opened and my teammates entered. Ren looking the most cautious of the three and Pyrrha caught between worry and hesitation, we stayed like that for awhile, just sitting there staring eachother down. Finally, Ren had the nerve to cut the silence.
"Ozpin told us that you may be upset at us over what we had done. And you have every right to be but-"
"Upset?" I asked, my voice surprising gentle. I cocked my head and that humming buzzed from myself. "No, try pissed Lie."
Ren winced a little, clearly uncomfortable at me using his first name. Pyrrha looked ready to speak but I cut her off.
"I should kill you, you know." the tension increased to the point where you could cut it with a knife. Even the fluorescent lights seemed to stop their endless buzzing from overhead, and Pyrrha, clearly caught off guard, had no idea what to say. "It's your fault I'm like this. And for that, I should kill you."
"Jaune!" Ren cut in, moving closer to me. "That's out of line you need to-"
"What? What are you going to do Lie." I said, moving closer to him. Even though he was only slightly smaller than me, I might as well had been a giant with the amount of pressure I exerted on him. Ren, for the first time since I had met him, paled slightly and took a step back, I could see every rippling muscle as he did so and it made me all the more conscious of my new body.
But before anyone could the door opened, and in walked in the people I did not need to see: Team RWBY. Ruby and her team shuffled in, obviously perplexed by the situation they walked in on. I leveled a cold stare at that retched team, Ruby visibility flinched and even Blake looked uncomfortable.
I snorted. "And there they are! Team fucking RWBY!"
Ruby gasped and tried to stammer out a reply. "J-Jaune? What's going on?"
"What's going on is the fact my team and I were having a little heart-to-heart when you walked in. But it's ok, because I needed to talk to you anyway."
Yang finally piped up, looking caught between distress and anger. "Jaune, why are you being such a dick?"
"Oh shut the fuck up Yang." I moaned like I had been dealing with an impudent child, and I might as well have been. "I am so sick of your temperamental mood swings and your inability to deal with anything without fucking punching it."
"Vomit-boy, you better watch your next words." Yang growled out.
"Case and point! You threw me out of the fucking dorm without any reason and you're the reason I'm in this fucking walking hell now!"
Ruby tried to get between them before things got violent. "Come on guys, Jaune, Yang, we're friend right? We need to work this out."
"Maybe a week ago you were my friend, but a good friend doesn't throw another out like yesterday's garbage." I breathed deeply and let it out in a sigh. "Why Ozpin ever let you be a leader."
She gave and small whimper and Yang pounced at me. She howled as she brought a fist back to crush my nose, but, while that would've worked days ago, I was a new man so to speak. I caught her fist easily and stopped it similarly, I almost laughed at her expression; dumb bitch was so confused she froze up for a moment and I took that time to let out all my most deep, boiling frustrations on the blond.
A single punch at max power broke right through her aura and shattered her nose. She screamed and fell back and the rest of her team sprang into action, Weiss created a glyph beneath me that would have froze me to the floor had I not jumped out of the way.
Ruby screamed and froze while Pyrrha and Ren tried to tend to Yang who was bleeding heavily.
Good.
Blake ran at me and I punched again, her movements, once almost unseeable to my eyes, were displayed in crystal clear vision. The punch caught her near her hip but her shadow clone took the brunt of it, but she still slid back a few inches.
They stopped their assault when Ruby called out to them but the situation was tense.
"I never thought you would go berserk Arc." Weiss spat, I bit down the urge to crush her for saying that but decided to finish up my lecture.
"Weiss, ever the perfect student. I'm sorry Weiss but whatever issues you have with your family aren't going to be solved by being a good little huntress." I sneered at her, a motion once foreign to my old personality. "You don't deserve to be a huntress, you should just go back home."
She flinched at I did a mental cheer that I had hit my mark, my eyes roamed to Blake who froze when they landed on her. "And you, always with that fucking whining about the White Fang. Will you shut up about it? It's bad enough you almost got Ruby killed at the docks, but even now all you do is piss and moan about how the faunus fucking deserve better, and how the White Fang doesn't represent them. No one fucking cares Blake."
She narrowed her slitted eyes at me but didn't move. My gaze flashed across the room, Ren looked serious, more serious than I had ever seen him, and Pyrrha and Nora looked rather fearful. So what, I didn't need them anymore.
I sneered again at a sudden thought and dived out the window, somehow I knew the fall wouldn't concern me. Sure enough, I landed with graceful elegance and took off away from the hospital. I headed straight towards Vale at breakneck speed, there was someone I needed to find...
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There you go, a re-write of the original chapter. I know some parts were put in there but please bare in mind this wasn't a total re-write. Anyways I hoped you liked and next addition will be to "Needle in a Haystack". So stay tuned.