Chapter 10

Jonathan's head swelled in pain and exhaustion. It throbbed in his skull like a beating drum, and he couldn't help but feel faint. His fatigue was starting to get the better of him as he struggled to breathe through the thick cold atmosphere. It wasn't until a few minutes after his collapsed that he could feel a group of hands touching vital parts of his body, and a latex glove pressed on his neck.

"Yeah, he's breathing alright. Check if there are any fractures," said a female voice almost a foot away.

Jonathan ever so slightly peeled his eyes open to see two paramedics checking his condition. "He seems to be just fine to me, but his aura is pretty low. Maybe that might explain the… well, everything," the male medic referred to the destroyed property. He then looks closely to see a glimmer of light hit the boy's somewhat opened eyes. "Hey, look at that. Our little patient up."

The boy, now fully conscious, arose with his right hand pushing up him and his left hand clutching his forehead. He let out a light groan and sat up without the help of his right arm. "How are you feeling little guy?" the male asked.

"I'm fine, thank you," Jonathan said. He noticed that he must have been out for only eight to ten minutes, seeing how they were still near what was left of the Schnee building.

The female medic helped Jonathan on to his feet and surveyed him for a few seconds with an analytical gaze. She then closed her eyes and shrugged. "Yeah, he's fine. Come on, the police will question him about anything, we need to check the other civilians," said the female as she directed her partner.

"Yeah, sure," he then looked at Jonathan. "You stay safe, okay kid?"

"Of course," Jonathan said back. The two then walked over to the other attendees of the party to check their condition. Although more questions lingered in his mind, Jonathan was glad the worst part was already over. Just then, two arms wrapped around him from behind and embraced him strongly.

"Jonathan! You're alright," squealed a soothing familiar voice he loved to hear. Weiss had thrown herself at the cat Faunus in a fit of joy, and continued to hold on to him for much longer than she needed to. "I thought you were a goner for a second there,"

"Hey, take it easy. I'm still fragile," he joked. Weiss finally let go of him, letting the poor boy breathe. "Wait, why are you so excited? Weren't you just holding a knife to me a second ago wanting to turn me in?" Jonathan recalled.

"Yeah, but you… you saved me," she said shyly as she blushed and twiddled with her dress. Jonathan smiled warmly at her response. "I guess what I'm trying to say is… thank-"

"YOU!" shouted an agitated young brat from across the way. Alexander appeared from the field of people and police cars, marching briskly up to Jonathan and Weiss.

"Do you see this!? Do you know what you've done? You disgraceful heathen! You should be executed for this type of vandalism!" he droned on. "And worst of all, you ruined our reputation as Faunus and MY chance to become a civil rights leader. This was MY opportunity."

"Oh be quiet yourself-centered blabbermouth!" Weiss shot in defense of Jonathan.

"How dare you talk town to me you useless harlot," Alex started to get defensive.

"What was that Mr. Lunes?" Mr. Schnee entered. The wolf Faunus froze in fear. He turned to see a condescending Mr. Schnee, staring him down with the most menacing of glares.

"Oh. Um, Mr. Schnee... I... My humblest of apologies, there must be a misunderstanding. You see, I was simply-"

"That is quite enough Mr. Lunes. I'll get to you in a minute," The towering man cut. "I would much rather prefer to talk to him," he looked directly at Jonathan.

All six eyes focused on Jonathan with the same anticipation as they had when he stood at the podium. "Well, I guess the only thing that I can say is... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause so much troub-"

"No, no, no. I don't want an apology. I know that you're innocent. I just want to know if you truly meant what you said on that stage."

Jonathan took some time to process what he had just asked of him, dumbfounded as to what he meant by it. "Yes. Yes I did," the boy finally spoke.

"Good," he smiled at the cat. "I'm glad that you feel that way. Luckily, the Camera men were able to keep what you said about my company in the video, and for that you have my thanks." He turned to Alexander, his piercing glance sending yet another chill down his spine. "And as for you," he snarled.

Before Mr. Schnee spoke, Adam and Damien appeared from behind him. "Adam and Damien here told me about you recent behavior. They explained to me in great detail what a self-centered, arrogant, little monster you are. If anybody here is a disgrace to the Faunus population, it's you."

Alexander was sent back. "What! How could you say such a thing? Are you mad!? I'm the victim here." He tried to fight back.

"Quiet you little brat," Damien shot off.

"Make me!"

Damien was about to tackle the child before Adam extended his arm to stop him.

"Mr. Taurus, Mr. Warcroft, I do hope that this child no longer has anything to do with your campaign," Mr. Schnee asked.

Adam turned to give a devilishly smug look at Alex. "Absolutely not," he grinned.

Alexander stood back in shock. Just the day before he felt on top of the world, and now he is stood defenses against his own mistakes and self-righteousness. "This is...Unbelievable! You know what, fine! I've had enough of you imbeciles anyway! Go on, have fun with the homeless wretch. The White Fang is just going to die out either way," he ended in a fit. Alexander turned around marched off in a huff while giving Jonathan a stone-cold look all the way through.

All five of them watched as the little hellion walked away, filling them with a slight bit of relieve. "Geez, who put a pole up his butt?" Jonathan asked rhetorically.

Weiss walked up to her father. "Father, I'm sorry for what happened. I just thought I could handle the situation. I didn't mean it I swear. And it wasn't Jonathan's fault," She pleaded.

"Don't worry yourself Weiss. If anything, I should be apologizing to both of you. I overreacted and wasn't thinking clearly. I'm sorry if I worried you Weiss," he turned to the Faunus boy, "And I'm sorry to you as well Jonathan."

"Nah, don't sweat it," the boy assured. "So, Adam. How did you know that Weiss was the source of the problem," the boy questioned.

"Well if a girl goes up stairs and is perfectly fine, then crashes back downstairs and is engulfed by a glowing aura while the building around you is falling apart at the seams, you start to put two and two together," Adam answered.

Weiss then looked up at her father and nudged his side as if she were signaling him. He gave her a concerned look and asked, "Are you sure you want that?" to which she simply nodded.

Mr. Schnee walked up to the boy, "Jonathan, Adam and Damien have informed me of your current…Position, to which I give you my condolences. Now, I am willing to offer you a great opportunity if you are willing to accept the terms."

Adam and Damien looked at each other, unaware of any conditions. "Sure, what's up," he said casually.

"I am willing to let you stay with the Schnee family as long as you need to if, and only if, you assist my workers in the reconstruction process of my house, and you become my daughter's personal assistant, helping her with whatever she may ask." At that point, Adam and Damien's eyes almost shot out of their heads. The mere thought of a Faunus working for him as a slave even if he is provided a temporary home shocked them furiously.

"Now before you go off thinking that I am keeping you captive, I'm not. I will be compensating you for your services and you have the full right to refuse my offer." The two White Fang members stood in silence and anticipation, wondering how badly Jonathan could possibly take this. He has to make the decision of living on the streets or becoming a servant to the Schnee's. There was no way he could make such a decision.

"Hell yeah! Of course! Um, I mean… ah hem, Yes, thank you Mr. Schnee," Jonathan tried to hold back his excitement.

The two stood with their jaws grinding against the concrete. The shear speed it took for him to answer the question was surprising to say the least.

"Well then, Jonathan King, welcome to the Schnee family,"

Done. Sorry about not posting yesterday, I was dealing with problems. The final chapter will be posted this weekend so keep your eyes peeled, and don't forget to favorite and follow. There is still one thing left for Jonathan to do.