I'm amazed that you guys finished the last chapater, it didn't make much sense, so I respect you for reading

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The first thing that Jaune saw was the ceiling, which, he had to admitt, was not the most exciting view to wake up to.

"What's going on?" he asked, looking around to find a fimilar face, but nobody was there. If nobody was there with him, then who woke him up? Jaune got off the bed, his legs shaking as they hit the ground.

He tried to walk a few steps, but felt himself blacking out, his vision going black. He reached out and caught himself on a nearby table. Jaune cried out as he felt something pierce his flesh. He looked over and saw a scaple had slice the skin near his elbow when he hit the table.

Jaune flinched and grasped his arm, hoping he didn't do too much damage. All he knew was that it hurt, bad. He looked around and spotted a near by table that had banages. His cut probably needed stiches, but he had neither the time nor energy to deal with that.

Stumbling over to the table with the banages, Jaune held onto the side of the bed, clutxhinf it until his knuckles to turn white. On his other hand, blood ran freely down his arm and onto the floor, making soft pitter-patters against the tiled floor, remindind him of raindrops.

Jaune reached over the desk, knocking over many different bottle, which in turn broke on the floor, their liquid speading out and mixing together. Juane figured someone must have heard that racket and was on their why.

He grabbed the bandages and wrapped his arm as tightly as he could without cutting of the flow of blood to his arm. As soon as his cut was bandaged and ready, Jaune cut the materal with his teeth and tucked it into the folds of his bandage.

After getting up and waling a few paces, Jaune felt something yank on his arm, causing him to look over. A stand with wheels was hooked up to an IV, connected to his right forearm. Jaune walked back over and grabbed the IV stand, leaning against it for support as he walked forward from out of his curtain.

Jaune looked around ot the curtains and the sleep bodies around him. All of them looked so peaceful, not moving. If Jaune couldn't see the faint raise and fall of their chest, he would think that they were dead. Jaune wondered what they were dreaming about. Hopefully something more peaceful than Jaune's.

Now that he was out, Jaune had to think about where he was going next. After all, he couldn't go back into the school. They would just send him back here, and make sure that he never woke up.

No, he could surive on his own, after all, he did it before. But this was different, he was leaving his home, his friends, his new family.

Jaune remembered when he left his mother and father, all those years ago.


It was a snowy October, his mother just got done building a fire, both him and his parents where huddled next to the flames. Jaune's hands where out. He would sometimes wave them through, drawing his hands back before he could get burned. It scared his mother, but it was still fun, so he did it anyways.

"Jaune," he remembered his dad saying. Jaune looked up, wondering what his father wanted. "As you know, your tenth birthday is coming up, and well, I just couldn't wait."

Jaune's father got up and moved to a case over the mantle, a large wooden one that Jaune always wonderes what could be inside, but whenever he asked he got the same answer, "When you're ready."

As he got the the box down, his mother rolled her eyes and softly said, "He could wait a week, could he?" Jaune just smiled; he was finally going to figure out what was inside that box.

"Go ahead, open it,' his father said, getting on his knees to give the box to Jaune. Jaune eagerly took it and flipped open the box's latches, all while his parents laughed at his excitment.

Inside was a long, silver soward and two matching guns. His father held up a gun and pointed it to the wall and pretendes to shoot, much to his mother's disaproval.

"Why didn't you give these to me in my birthday?" Jaune asked.

"Are you complaining?" asked his mother, his father smiled and said, "Most kids would be hapoy to get presents early."

"I'm not most kids," Jaune replied.

"No you're not," his father said, something dark flashed in his eyes, guilt maybe, anger? But it was gone as quickly as it came. "Now," his father continued, "who wants cake?"

"Wait, presents and cake, but my birthday's not for a week. What's going on?" Jaune asked. He was worried. Where his parents leaving, was he getting taken away. He was just starting to master his knew abilty, maybe someone told.

"Nothings happening, besides, who said it was for your birthday?" his mother said. She gave his a soft kiss on the forehead as she got up, leaving the suttle wamth of thhe fire behide. She looked at Jaune for a few seconds longer than nessary, making Jaune squirm under gaze.

"Mom, is something going to happen to me?" Jaune asked.

"No, we just feel like celebrating, that's all," she replied. Jaune probably would have believed her if he didn't see a tear in her eye, glissening in the orange glow of the fire. The only light in the house.

After five pieces of cake, Jaune stumbled over to his room, squinting in the dim light. His parents followed him to his room, giving each other worried looks behind Jaune's back. He sometimes caught them. He also saw his father carring his sword to his room.

When he was in his room, both of his parents took turns kissing his forhead, his cheeks, his nose, telling him that the loved him over and over.

"I love you, i love you," he told them almost as much as they told him. He didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was, it was bad. Why else would they be worried about him this much?

Both his mother and father lingered in his doorway, light from the fire making it seem almost as if they were glowing. The both smiled at him, or at least Jaune thought they did, before they closed the door softly.

Jaune huddled down in the covers, shivering, the cold slowly creeping in to set a heavy blanket across the room. He tried his best to stay up, to be alert for anyone who came. The weapons that his father gave him were on top of the dresser next to Jaune's bed. He reached out and grabbed them, bringing the in close.

He felt safer with them already.

Dispute himself, Jaune felt the heavy veil of sleep over come him. Jaune didn't fight it anymore. He figured whatever it was, it was coming, And allowed himself to slowly drift away...


Jaune woke up the the sound of his window breaking. Shards of glass rained down across his wooden floor, along with a fairly large rock. Jaune huddled down into his blanket, worried that whoever threw it was just drunk or something and didn't want to hurt him.

"Quick, I think he's in here," a voice said from outside. Jaune quickly got out of bed, still clutching his new weapons, crying out, but kept walking as his feet hit the glass covered floor. He knew that if he stayed here, something much worse would happen to him then a few shallow cuts.

A trail of blood fallowed Jaune across his floor. He flinched with every step. Maybe shoes would be a good idea.

"Mom, dad?" Jaune called out. He got no answer. There was another load bang fallowed by a shout, coming from the kitchen. Jaune turned the corner and saw a strange man inside of his house, holding a butchers knife, standing in front of his father.

"Where's the kid?" the man asked, his voice raspy, rough.

"What kid?" his father asked.

"Don't play stupid. Now, where is he?" The man got closer and closer to his father, Jaune let out a soft yelp. Both his father and the man turned to him. The man let out a toothy grin.

"There you are."

Jaune turned around and ran back heading towards the back door, hoping that nothing was there to great him. He swung open the door, the cold and blowing snow hit him at full force.

He took a deep breath, clutching the weapons tighter and ran outside., as fast as he could.

For a while, maybe an hour, maybe longer, the man, along with a few others fallowed. It always felt like they were right behind him, breathing down his neck. The only thing that kept Jaune going was the thought of what they would do to him if they caught him.

Finally, after what felt like forever, and Jaune was pretty sure he was going to callapse, the men left. Whether from cold, exastion, or just they simply gave up, Jaune never knew. All that mattered was that they left.

After a few minuted, Jaune realized that he didn't have shoes on. He walked through the new fallen snow, not being able to feel his feet, but seeing a thin trial of blood fallow him as he walked. Jaune sat under a tree and looked at his feet.

His entire foot was a shade of reddish-purple, with little cuts from the glass sprinkled across his foot. He rubbed his foot, hoping to get some feeling into it. After all, feeling pain was better then feeling nothing at all.

Jaune knew that he should get out of the cold before he froze to death, but it just felt so nice under the tree. Maybe he...

No! He had to leave.

Signing, Jaune got up, flinching as he put weight on his injured feet. Maybe it would have been better if they stayed frozen for just a bit longer. Jaune limped around for another twenty minutes. Each minute seemed to be worse than the last.

Just as Jaune was about to give up with his quest to find shelter, he saw a barn about fifty yards away. Jaune ignores his foot pains for a few seconds as he ran up with renewed energy to the barn. He slid open the door and felt a small stream of hot air escape.

He hurried in and shut the door behind him, thankful that he had a nice warm place to stay. Even if it wasn't forever.


Jaune signed. Those weren't pleasant memories. Though they haunted his every waking moment. He dint let them effect him much anymore, or else he was very sure he would go mad.

Walking over, Jaune opened a window, letting the smell of soft spring breeze make its way into the room. Jaune took a deep breath relishing the smell that just a few days ago, he took for granted.

He took a deep breath a jumped out the window, feeling the soft ground squish through his shoes. At least he had his shoes this time. Jaune took on last look at the school before running off, whispering, "I'll coming back, don't you worry."

With that, Jaune started the next chapter of his life.


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