Ok, here with a new chapter. To be honest, if you guys want a story idea post it in a review because I would love some ideas from you guys. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy the chapter.
Jaune Arc Wants to Live a Quiet Life:
Jaune Arc is a fairly average man. He gets to bed at 11 PM every night, has no physical ailments, goes to work everyday, and enjoys the relative quietness of his life. But, when his quiet life is destroyed by a certain gang of teenagers, Jaune discovers a new ability of his. Using it, he will create the quiet life he wanted, one way or the other.
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Jaune Arc sat on the beautiful hillsides of Beacon Park, enjoying his sandwich with the love of his life. The sun was beginning to dip below into the horizon, white, fluffy clouds lazily drifting by. Jaune sighed happily as he leaned back and took another bite of his sandwich, his beloved with him in hand, their emotions connected through one another.
"Ah! What a beautiful Duwang!" he sighed happily, enjoying the cool breeze. "Today is a lovely day isn't my love?"
He looked down to what was in his hand: a small picture of what appeared to be a 20 something women looking straight at the camera, confused but still clearly nervous. He held it lightly in the palm of his hand, smiling down at the women with a warm look.
"Do you remember when we first met my love? Meadow Green Train Station, you were wearing that lovely pearl necklace of yours." He chuckled softly. "When we met, you told me it was your mother's and that it was nearly priceless due to its age."
He took another bite of his sandwich, the image of the woman cradling the bottom part of the bread so that they ate it together. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black hoodie and another tan jacket on top of that. Here he was, young, in a committed relationship, living a peaceful life, and only 19. Sometimes life truly was fair to those that deserved it.
He finished his sandwich and tucked the photo of his beloved into the tan coat's inner pocket. My beloved, I fear that our time together is coming to a close now. The search will soon begin for someone as beautiful as you, and that means that we must part ways. He thought sadly to himself, breakups were hard on everybody it seemed. No matter I suppose, maybe I'll find a beautiful girl on vacation this time. The festival is beginning in a month or so.
Jaune decided to take a walk around Vale's Beacon district (closest to the actual Academy) and peruse the shops to spend what little time he had left with his beloved. He snickered softly as he also wanted to perhaps scout out a new girl to date, not that he'd ever tell his beloved such a thing.
As he was walking he heard some kind of commotion going down near the bullhead docks. He wished to ignore whatever it was but his curiosity, always an Arc curse, got the better of him. When he reached the source of the noise he found himself in the presence of what must have been students by the looks of things. One was a rather gangly young man with a green mohawk and dressed in some kind of neo-punk outfit while the other appeared to be a young woman dressed in a brown sweater, beret, and a pair of sunglasses.
The two were obviously squaring off until the man in green decided to break it off before things could devolve into a real fight. Jaune made to keep his distance from the two so as to avoid putting his beloved in a potentially harmful situation.
The young man stormed off towards his way and Jaune decided it was time for him to leave as well, he did not want anything to do with this man nor his sour mood. Jaune continued to walk along his path but, as the cruel hand of fate would have it, the young man, who was obviously angered and bitter, ran right into him nearly knocking Jaune over.
Jaune stumbled but regained his balance with some semblance of grace, however the young man had been knocked nearly flat on his ass. The boy got up in a rage and clearly wanted to vent his problems onto Jaune.
"Hey asshole!" he shouted. "Who do you think you are, running into me like that? Do you know who I am? I am a huntsman of Beacon Academy you idiot, I protect worthless losers like yourself!"
"You ran into me young man." Jaune replied politely, face a neutral mask.
The young man did not find it pacifying and renewed his assault. "So, you think you can knock me over and then blame me for it?! Well fuckstick you got another thing coming then! I'll-"
He paused when he noticed something on the ground, his eyes drawn to it. Jaune followed the man's gaze and found himself staring, in horror, to the photo of his beloved. Laid flat on the dirty street no less!
The man in green picked up his beloved and Jaune bit down a white hot flash of anger. The stupid kid eyed it like he wasn't sure what it was before his metaphorical lightbulb went off.
"This fell out of your pocket? Why do you have a picture of some woman in your pocket? And why does she look so nervous?" he asked in confusion, suspicion arousing inside him. When he turned back to the man who he had run into he found someone entirely new, gone was the blank look and in its place were a pair of eyes that offered no mercy.
"Y-You- What the hell is going on?! Who are you?!" he shouted, thankful that the street was empty so no one needed to hear him.
"Who am I? I am Jaune Arc, I am 19 years old, I work for the Schnee Department Store as a clerical worker, I am unmarried, I have 7 sisters, and I make sure I am in bed by 11 PM every night." he responded in a monotone voice, the boy's mind whirled in confusion over what was happening. Was this guy some kind of weird serial rapist? Why didn't he come down here with his team? This was all Coco's fault.
"Y-You- I-I don't." he stuttered, clearly confused, until suddenly the man leapt the gap between them and landed nearly a couple inches away from him. Now, the young man -Russel was his name- had attended the Beacon curriculum for over a year now and that meant he knew how to fight. But, sometimes, there are situations where a person's mind is so confused that they momentarily forget their fight-or-flight reflexes.
Jaune reached out for the man and brushed his hand along his vest. Snapping out of it, Russel leapt back with a growl and lowered himself into a fighting stance.
"Alright blondie, you asked for it." he seethed, breathing heavily. "Prepare to get your ass kicked by a Beacon student!"
He made to move forward but stopped when he heard Jaune's words. "So you're a Beacon student then huh? So you must have a semblance of your own, well I'll let you in on a little secret kid: I have one too."
Russel froze, clearly nervous now. "And because you have seen my beloved, I can't honestly let you leave here to spread my identity. Luckily my semblance leaves no trace."
Russel roared and charged, perhaps if he could just kill the guy using some martial arts he'd be ok. As he neared the weird man Russel saw him close his left hand into a fist and raise his thumb over the enclosed index finger. And then, when Russel was no more than a foot or two away, he pressed his thumb down like he was using a detonator and it happened.
CLICK!
Russel suddenly felt hot, extremely hot in fact. His skin, muscles, and tissue swelled and bubbled like there was something threatening to break free from his very body. Russel tried to scream out for help but it was too late, the explosion came and with it a boom only he could hear. The orange flames that burst from his body swirled into nothingness along with every scrap of Russel Thrush.
Jaune stood for a moment, checked the time, saw it was nearly 8 PM, and decided to make it home in time for some shows and finally stretches.
Jaune Arc, 19 years old, a department store worker by trade, wants to live a quiet life, in possession of the semblance known as "Killer Queen" that allows the user to turn anything they touch into a bomb walked back home, unknowing of how his act will ultimately come to end his life.
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4 days later...
The whole school was in an uproar, Russel Thrush, member of Team CRDL and now second year, has been missing for four days straight. He left no note or any whereabouts of where he was going making those in charge suspect foul play. Unfortunately, the only person seen having a disagreement with the missing person at the time was one Coco Adel.
They had her locked away for now down in the Vale Precinct as a case was built. Team CRDL, or rather what was left, was distraught at the sudden lost of their teammate and had been falling apart in combat classes and in general studies. Ruby Rose, 16 and leader of Team RWBY, sat at her usual lunch table with her team and their sister team LVN (Lavender) which consisted of Lie Ren, Pyrrha Nikos, and Nora Valkyrie.
There had been an uneven amount of candidates at the start of their freshman year so things ended up a little strange, but Team LVN had powered through it and overcome each obstacle. Still, Ruby picked at her food as she wasn't hungry, in fact, she hadn't been hungry since the case got out and Coco had been imprisoned, her partner, Weiss Schnee, noticed this and sighed.
"Ruby, I get you're upset but you need to eat." she said gently, ever since coming to Beacon the girl had gotten somewhat rid of her frosty attitude.
"Yeah I know, but I'm not that hungry." Ruby replied back quietly.
"I know Ruby, Russel was an ass but he didn't deserve whatever happened to him." Yang, her sister, said softly. Russel Thrush was a racist and a bully, and there were surely many who would welcome his disappearance but Yang knew Ruby wasn't like that. Not only that, but Coco and her team -CFVY- were like the secondary sister team besides LVN and hearing that Coco was accused of murder cut deep.
"Speaking of which." Pyrrha Nikos cut in. "Does anyone find it a little odd how Coco would go so far as to kill Russel? If I'm remembering correctly their disagreement was with Russel insulting her bag, and, even though she loves her clothes, Coco would never kill someone over something so trivial."
"Your right, but who knows. Maybe there is something we don't know." Weiss said, also beginning to pick at her food. "But the police are already building a case against her."
Ruby suddenly piped up with a shout of victory. "Then we'll have to go find the truth ourselves!"
Yang, although happy to see her sister so pumped, was a little less ecstatic over her proclamation. "Sis, what do you suggest we do?"
"Well, the cops already basically said she was guilty. But, do we know if there are any actual reasons beside circumstance?" Ruby asked, Yang took a second to think about it and found the logic slightly sound. "I mean, there could be something they aren't looking into."
"While that's true." Weiss started slowly. "We have no such leads and no other evidence to lead us in the right direction, I mean, unless you have some hidden clues in that skirt of yours."
Ruby deflated slightly but then steeled her resolve. She put one foot on the table triumphantly and raised a fist before declaring, "Well it looks like we'll just have to find some clues of our own gang! Ren, take your team and head down to where Russel was last seen, meanwhile we'll hit up the town looking for clues."
They then set off towards town to search for the truth behind the disappearance of one Russel Thrush, unaware of the man they would cross in doing so...
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Sorry the chapter is so short guys but I will continue in this one, and like I said before, I am still taking requests on story ideas so fire away. With that, I'll get started on a new chapter of "Needle in a Haystack".
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