If anybody is interested in collaborating at all, please let me know. This is a short one, because It's nothing big. I based this off a Jaune/The Crow story I deleted on Wattpad. So there's that... Enjoy

The screen had been buzzing with static for a moment now. Qrow began to get impatient and kicked the t.v.

"Work! You! Piece! Of! Junk!" He slammed his fist down on the, for some convenient reason, box and was sent flying back against an invisible wall by a volt of electricity. He groaned and slowly pulled himself out of the wall and slumped down on his knees.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't beat the t.v. down. Thank you." The being tapped the top of the box and something started to become visible.

Roman sat in the middle of an empty room, an empty look on his face. He had been waiting there for the past three days, after realizing that there would be no stopping him. It was a futile attempt on Cinder's part to think that killing the bird would stop him, but it only caused more to show up. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was not going to die no matter what they did.

"I wonder what this is about..." Ozpin sipped his coffee calmly, thinking that if this was another fairy tale, he would have to search for any information when he got back to his office.

He sighed and remained calm. He wasn't going to die painfully like the rest, and he knew it. The only thing he could do now, while waiting for Adam to finish his stupid speech about Faunus supremacy, was smoke his last cigar. It was very clear that Adam would be last in line to die. He did most of the dirty work anyways. Just as he was going to strike his last match, the chilling voice of his inevitable demise spoke to him, saying only a single word.

"Roman..." He flinched and dropped the match and cigar on the table he was leaning on. His head snapped to the left and he saw him. The "Ghost Man", holding a finger to his lips, telling him to remain quiet, and he did. The figure approached him swiftly, but quietly until he stood in front of him.

He saw him clearly again. He still wore that black makeup on his lips and eyes. It looked like he was supposed to be smiling, with those two black lines going past his lips and just beneath his cheek bones. The odd part where the two streaks going down from the middle of his forehead, down to his cheek bones. His pale, almost chalk white, skin made it look as if he was a living masquerade comedy mask. Almost. There was color to him, more in his blue eyes than anything. His hair was dyed black, albeit poorly because of the yellow sticking out here and there. That did not hinder his look in any way.

Summer reeled back slightly at the boy's appearance. It was terrifying, but for some reason, held a kind look, as if it was struggling to not break down from its actions. To the rest, not counting Qrow, they saw something familiar in this mysterious figure.

"I... I tried telling them all... But they wouldn't listen." He felt like a child about to be scorned by their parent. Nothing else would be fitting during this moment.

"I know. Sit, please. I promised you a painless death, Roman. And an Arc never goes back on their word."

It's needless to say that Jaune had shocked everyone more now, than in the last one. Mostly because of the fact that he was in total control of what he was doing. And he struck fear into Roman Torchwick's very being, to the point of becoming a mere child in front of him. This was truly something to be scared of.

"It wouldn't do me any good if I just shouted for help, would it?"

"What do you think?" Roman shuddered and rubbed his right hand calmly.

"I wish I could take it all back, you know kid? I wish I could start over and try being a good guy just to see where it would lead me... But you should know my heart wouldn't really be in it..." He spoke the truth. Roman never got a chance to be someone good, because nobody ever gave him the chance. He allowed his own heart to grow dark and Jaune saw it.

"Roman, I cannot give you absolution... In a few moments, your sins will be between you and whoever is there to judge you. Have you read Milton?"

"Yeah."

"Lethe?"

"Yeah, I understand." Jaune pushed a palm sized vial forward along with a needle.

"Here's your Morphine, Roman... Do it... All of it. Now" Roman grabbed the needle and took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Ghost Man..." He pushed the needle into the top of the vial and pulled back until the syringe was full. Jaune pulled out two extra needles and did the same.

"Roman, your crime was the most important of all. It is so because you did it in cold blood. It was the act of a soul, which having destroyed everything within itself has accumulated immense strength... It knows it's own dark secrets..." He removed his hoodie along with his shirt, giving a full display of his muscular build. He sat across from Roman and plunged both needles directly into his heart.

"...And this can be can be identified with the acts of total destruction soon to come... Roman... you where dead from day one..." Roman chuckled as he injected syringe full after syringe full into his arm.

"That was a whole CC of medical grade morphine you just pumped kid..."

"We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain..."

Everyone stared, dumbfounded at what had just occurred on screen. Except for Yang, Pyrrha and maybe Blake, because they where too focused on Jaune's body Whatever was happening on screen was too unreal to believe.

Ruby was just as confused as ever.

"Was... that bad?" Weiss switched into education mode for a split second.

"Medical grade morphine is used as a substance to kickstart someone's adrenaline if their hear rate is dangerously low. That amount that the dolt injected into himself is enough too kill someone, especially if injected directly into the heart." The comical effect of her quick lesson made Ruby a little dizzy. It was a sight to behold, someone had finally beaten Oobleck in speed without large amounts of caffeine or sugar.

Ozpin simply held up a piece of paper with the number ten on it.

Roman chuckled and slurred incoherent mumbles before giving a shaky compliment.

"Hhmmph... Spoken like a true angel of death..." Jaune stood, grabbing a knife and carved a large circle with little dashes coming out every side.

"The divine is no less paradoxical than the vicious." Roman stared in confusion, already used to seeing the boy bleed and not die.

"I'm wearing the crown of thorns Adam placed on my head" Roman began to convulse and drool.

"Heh heh heh... I'll give hell your regards, ghost man... Do me a favor... when you get to Adam... Kill that bastard slow..." Jaune puthis shirt and hoodie back and smiled kindly.

"Of course. Anything else?" Roman slumped forward, laying down on the table in front of him and looked at him.

'Whasat... rhyme... youssaaid... earlier...? Can you... sayitagainnnnn...?" He began slipping from consciousness.

"Of course... Seven black birds in a tree. Count them and see what they be."

All the pain was slowly washing away.

"One crow sorrow, two for joy."

He would be able to see Neo again.

"Three for a girl and one for a boy."

He wouldn't have to see how it all ended.

"Fife for silver six for gold. Seven for a secret that's never been told."

He welcomed the sweet embrace as it took him far away from this world.

Nobody could speak. For the longest, some of them wanted to see Roman torchwick either dead or in prison, but this... It was sad. They where actually hoping for him to make it through whatever was going on. But they simply watched as Jaune comforted him as he died. And the way they talked almost seemed... Friendly. No. It was in fact friendly. Jaune and Roman where friends here. Not lifelong friends, but just friends...

And it visibly hurt Jaune to do what he did.

This was based on "The Crow" by James O'Barr. More specifically, the third issue I believe in "The Crow". You can actually find every issue here: 2012/09/07/the-crow-trade-paper-back-version/

You just scroll all the way down to where it says part two to keep reading.