The Reapers Crystal Gun
On the table lay Jaune Arcs dead body, with his throat torn out, and great wounds all over his body. On one side of the table stood Jaunes parents, Jonathon and Juniper Arc with disgusted expressions on their faces. On the other side of the table stood Joanna Arc, dressed in a long duster that covered tight fitting blue jeans, white t-shirt, and heavy leather cowboy boots. Her gloved hands gripped the black crystal revolver holstered at her hip so hard that that the sharp crystal of the handle was cutting through her gloves and into her hand.
Joanna was eighteen years old, she had put off her entrance into Beacon for a year in able to enter alongside Jaune, she had trained Jaune since she was first able to wield a sword and a gun. And now, her brother, her guiding light, her happiness, her ever hopeful sun was dead, and why?
Because her parents had told Jaune that an Arc who could not slay even a beo-wolf would never become the head of the family, Jaune, his dream to do nothing more then make their parents proud had taken his sword and shield and ventured forth into the grim infested forests near their home, but in the process he had stumbled upon a hive of Ursa who he had fought tooth and nail, actually managing to kill many of the demons in the process, but in the end falling.
Joanne stood her hands clenching and unclenching, the leather of her gloves straining as she furiously fought from shooting her parents where they stood.
"I only have one question for you, why, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!"
Jonathon sneered.
"You think I wanted a weakling like Jaune to become the next head after I die? No. He got what was coming him. Im glad that waste of aura died before he could being any further shame onto this family."
Jonathon then spat on Jaunes body, Juniper looked surprised but pleased as the salvia slowly ran down the side of the cooling corpse on the table.
Joann heard an audible snap, she saw red, and drew her ebony colored crystal revolver from the well oiled holster at her hip with her left hand.
Jonathon and Junipers eyes widened, they knew the power behind the gun.
"You don't want to do this." Juniper nodded frantically.
Joann's smile was dark and filled with bloodlust, but her sky blue eyes were filled with tears.
"I really, really do though."
Two shots echoed through the night, and as Joann staggered out of the door, and into the night, she pulled of her glove and hissed in pain as a dark black rot spread up the fingers on her left hand and up to the first knuckle.
Her parents were dead, Jaune was dead. She was now alone, her sisters would never understand why she did what she did. She only had one option left.
As her hand continued to burn, she pulled out her scroll and dialed Ozpins number.
And as soon as he picked up,
"Ozpin, I need your help."
A sigh on the other end of the line.
"Where are you?"
Authors Note
New story of Jaunes sister with a unique semblance. There will be Arc on Arc violence, deadly fights, sexy scenes, which I am going to try writing for the first time. Wish me luck.
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