The Miracle… Chapter 1

If you remember reading this on before this new post date 3/10/23, then this chapter is going to be different from what you remember.

I came up with a slightly different plot line that required me to alter the beginning chapters of this story.

Here is your only warning. This beginning chapter is still dark and disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: RWBY is owned by Roosterteeth not me. Copy and paste

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"When I get out of this, I am going to kick your balls in so hard that you choke on them!" A blindfolded blonde huntress shouted out to her kidnapper who was somewhere in the room. She strains at the heavy manacles restraining her arms behind her back, the huntress hears the chains pull taunt as the she attempts to stand, key being attempts, which means they are probably bolted to the floor.

"Kicking? That's interesting since you have always been a hands-on type of person." An accented voice cackled replied. In most any other situation, she would have laughed at the use of a pun.

The blindfold was removed from Yang's eyes, as she knelt on the concrete floor she blinked as she looked around. She was in a large room, spacious like a warehouse, except that the sealing was compromised of bedrock, like they were in an underground, lair.

Yang Xioa-Long Branwen was a stunning 18 year old blonde huntress in training who been attending Beacon for several months now. The Vytal Festival had just started and her team entered into it to fight. She had walked into one of her favorite beauty salons to get her hair taken care of the week before her teams first fight was scheduled. When she had arrived, it had been surprisingly empty, but open, so she had sat down and started waiting for one of the stylists to come out, and that was that last thing she remembers.

The man standing before was a tall, slim man wearing grey overcoat with yellow linings, a yellow dress shirt, and a black necktie. He a thick mustache and eyebrows, greying hair and yellow eyes.

She felt the restraints secure her hands behind her back and her vambraces, Ember Celcia were dismantled on the ground in front of her.

Her eyes locked on the figured behind her captor, secured to a reinforced chair. Yang had a good idea on who she was without an introduction, she was the Vigilante of Vale; The Arcane Archer. The name kind of misleading because she rarely used a bow like her name suggested, but Yang liked the name, it really rolled off the tongue. She had briefly met her a couple times when her team, team RNRY, had done some criminal investigations of their own. Yang's teammates were her 18 year old half sister Ruby who was also the leader of their first year team. Her other two teammates were originally from Mistral, Nora and Ren who were also the same age as them.

Yang had an opportunity to fight her counterpart blonde once when her team was in Vale.

During this time Joan had gone for the brooding, dashing rogue style. Heavy black trench coat covering her tactical vest (which she now knew hid her large breasts), dark cargo pants and black combat boots. She had worn a bullet resistant face mask, but started taking it off when she was meeting with Yang's team. Turns out the Archer was their age, she just had many different types of skills that were considered red flags when trying to be a huntsman. Or so she claimed.

Finally giving into Yang's persistence, the vigilante had obliged to show them some of her skills and turned the fight into a bet; the huntress in training had five minutes to score just two hits on vigilante to win. The vigilante was putting up 500 lien if she lost and Yang had offer a very specific type of 'favor' on her end. The type that had gotten the other blonde quite flustered.

Yang was glad she flirted as much as she did, it was well worth knowing that she might have a chance.

The Arcane had read all her moves with ease during the fight and it wasn't until unsheathed her katars blades from Ember Celica that the fight changed. It had caught the Archer by surprise and the hesitation had given Yang the perfect opening to score two slashes before the vigilante could figure out how to counter.

As it turns out, the vigilante was not just a good fighter, when her and Ruby's uncle Qrow had arrived back in Vale from his latest mission, he had made it a point to try and find Vale's vigilante but was unsuccessful, not that he would admit it.

When the Arcane Archer didn't want to be found, she could disappear. But was concerning that she had been caught by the man standing before them.

The vigilante had received a through beating. Gone was the coat and vest revealing the scars from her encounters with the dangerous criminals of the underworld, but also showing the number of fresh injuries on her beautiful face and body.

She was secured to the chair quite literally, each arm had a stake driven through them into the armrest of the reinforced swivel chair, and there were high tec looking braces on her legs decked out with that looked like they were made to break her legs from a command from a scroll. Finally she had an aura restraint collar and had cloth stuffed into her mouth with a rope keeping her from spitting it out.

"Mmhmmffrrmrm." Was the sound she made. It sounded like she trying to curse out the tall man with a bushy mustache, "My dear… young lady, you simply must speak clearly if you have anything to say." He then laughed hysterically. "Oh, I'm sorry my dears, where are my manners. I lecture… her about rudeness but then I exhibit some. Good evening young ladies, do you know who I am?" He was tall, dressed in a grey high collared jacket, with yellow edges, a maroon waistcoat, a yellow shirt with a black tie, and grey trousers to match and maroon fingerless gloves.

When he said ladies, as in plural, Yang realized he wasn't taking about the Arcane Archer and her. She looked to her left and noticed laying besides her was a faunus girl. She had ebony hair, cat ears, and amber eyes. Her clothing was mostly black and her ankles were tied with a black ribbon. Yang wondered who she was, she got this eerie sense that the cat Faunus was familiar, but she knew had never met her.

Yang had a guess, but she needed to indulge the psychopath if she wanted a chance to try and survive this. "You, aren't you one of the big shot scientists from Atlas?"

"At least you have some idea. Arthur Watts is who this body is," the mustached Atleasan answered very smugly.

Ok, he was definitely weird, but she was not going to provoke the egotistical maniac. The blonde vigilante couldn't have been here for more than a couple days. Maybe if they worked together, they could escape this madman if they found an opportunity.

"Why did you abduct us? We have done nothing to you." Blake asked with venom.

"Well now Blake, that is slightly incorrect, you've done plenty, but nothing this time, and as so I am not holding that against you. No, you see, its actually her fault that you are here right now." As he points to the blonde girl. "You see, Joanie there broke the rules, MY Rules, and as such she needs to be punished. And I couldn't help but think you would be a perfect tool for her punishment"

Joanie… naw, had to be Joan. Huh, so that was her actual name.

"Why is she gagged?" The amber eyed girl asked. Blake Bellodonna had met the Arcane Archer as well. She considered her a trustworthy informant and a friend. She had made a decision several months ago that she had come to regret. She had decided to stay with the White Fang so try and keep both Adam and the Fang from turning to the more extreme elements. However, as it turns out, she had failed miserably. The Archer or Joan, had revealed the darker aspects of the White Fang that had been hidden from her for a long time. Joan had also helped shelter her from Adam when they discovered he planned on exploiting her for her father's position as the Chieftain of Menagerie, he had also been playing on her emotions to keep her loyal.

When Blake had pressed Joan about where she had come from, she had said she had personal problems with her past that prevented her from attending a huntsman academy, and Blake had chosen to respected her desire for privacy. After all, Joan never pried, she only asked politely.

Unlike Yang, Blake did recognize her fellow captive. The Faunus outcast and the vigilante had patrolled the city frequently together and when Joan has met with Yang, she had remained in the shadows.

The scientist paced in front of them, and continued, "But the problem was, he, I mean she, refused to take her punishment so I had take a little more extreme measures to make sure he would be punished." He goes to brush a hand on the side of Blake's face, she recoils at his touch, but he grabs her hair, holding her in place as he crouched next to her.

The Faunus spat in his face, "How is it so hard to remember the gender of the person you hate?"

This causes him to retaliate by which he shoves her face into the concrete floor.

Yang winces as Blake's retaliation, but he pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the spittle from his face. "This is a first time. Our pasts are complicated and I don't hate hi-her. In fact I very much enjoy… her presence."

He then yanks her by the hair and tosses the cat Faunus to the floor, grinding her face into the concrete.

"Llvvv, Mmm. HHLLLNN!" *Leave Them Alone* Joan tried to yell through her gag.

"It's rude to talk with your mouth full. I know I told you that before." His attention suddenly brought away from Blake, he walks over and slaps the tortured vigilante in the face.

"You bastard! Don't you dare touch her again!" Yang shouted. Her eyes turned blood red and she struggled against her restraints. Unfortunately the metal manacles held, which only made him laugh maniacally. "Hahahaha! Don't bother, I know how strong you are and could be. In fact, all of these are all designed specifically for each of you."

"As an Atlesean scientist, I thought you would be above being such a barbarian or playing with your toys back in Atlas." Blake hissed, her forehead was red from the impact of the floor and she had a small dribble of blood running from her nose. She had been analyzing for any possibility to escape, but it seemed she had lost her patience or found none.

The Vigilante winced at those words, while 'Watts' froze for a moment then turned to her annoyed. Annoyed that meant very unnecessary, spiteful actions were about to happen. The Atleasan pulled out his scroll and clicked on a contact. It ran only once before it was answered.

"Bomb it." Was all he said, before he closed his scroll. He pushed a button on his watch and a little video screen appeared, the three captives could see that view the footage was being streamed live from an aircraft. What kind, they had no idea, but they all felt a sinking feeling of dread when a decent sized camp in the middle of the forest came into focus. It was not an ordinary camp as many of the structures had the symbol of the White Fang painted onto them.

Missiles flew past the camera and rained down on the camp, obliterating each of the temporary structures. They saw survivors running out of the tents and even a few crawling out of the debris.

The camera rotated as the aircraft circled around the camp.

An second aircraft joined in the attack; it had strafed the camp with heavy machine gun fire, from large spherical gun turrets on either side of the gunship's nose, the tracer rounds shredding through the structures. The main body of the gunship was circular like a flying saucer with a large central thruster in the middle. The cockpit looked like an angry face with two twin rotating machine guns, mounted on the side. It also carried a large assortment of missiles on the underside of the main body as well as what looked like androids.

The gunship circled the camp started dropping robots all around the outskirts of the camp which acted as sentries before a third of gunship and landed and started to deploy more droids.

Tall, bulky, round grey droids with a single red eye and wrist mounted machine-guns walked off the gunships and into the camp. They open fired on the White Fang members on sight. The Fang members fought back in desperation, for this was a battle for their survival. But they were surrounded and vastly outnumbered. They didn't have a chance. Any that attempted to surrender were brutally gunned down, and those who tried to hide or retreat into the structures, grenades were tossed into their hiding spots. It was a massacre, merciless and pointless.

The man standing in front of the three of them had ordered this just to spite her for annoying him. Yang looked away, but Blake couldn't stop staring. Joan looked sympathetically to Blake, she did not shared any love for the Fang, but the vigilante had talked to Blake and knew that ex-Fang member still had friends who stayed, some of who were good people.

One of the few figures left still fighting stood out from among the rest. He was a streak of black and red running across the camp. He was an aura user that much was obvious. He was fast enough to block most of the incoming gunfire, but he was still forced to tank much of the rounds. A closer view showed a custom made mask, on the right side it covered just his eye, but on the left side it covered the whole left half of his face, from jaw to forehead.

When he rushed the lines, some of the droids would fly up using built in jetpacks and land in a pattern to keep him surrounded. But many of them focus their fire on him even as he would cut them down and destroy them.

He fired at them trying to take down as many as he could, but he did not have the ammo for a prolonged or even a firefight this large.

He was forced to block and release waves of his devastating semblance. Once he it was obvious when he was out of ammo, the droid pattern around him changed, they adjusted and became more spread out and staggered, allowing for a minimum of droids to be cut down by the waves of red.

"Adam, no." Blake whispered, as tears flowed down her cheeks. She may have disagreed with Adam on his extreme views when it came to the White Fang, a part of her still cared for him even after all he had done and was planning on doing. He was going to die here, horribly. The redhead swordsman on the screen seemed to recognize how dire his situation was as well. He ran, blocking to unleash many more but less powerful moonslices as fast as he could in an attempt to break a hole in the attacking forces.

The droids pursued and relentlessly fired on him.

Specifically, three brownish circular droids built like wheels rolled in line behind him. They unfolded the unfolded, balanced on a tripod legs set and revealed a set of twin mini-gun arms. A hardlight shield surrounded them before large holes opened in the shield allowing the droids to shoot.

"You have no idea how long it took to work out the flaws out of the design of those droids." Watt spoke rather giddily, reminding them that he was still there and the cause of all of the pointless destruction. "For starters, I had lower the round caliber for weight and recoil purposes next..."

The miniguns whirled to life as the open fired on the fleeing faunus.

His aura never stood a chance against such a barrage, it broke and the rounds went through his legs. He fell. The camera zoomed in on the faunus. His red hair was singed, his black coat with a rose on the back was nearly in tatters, he tried to crawl away, the droids walked up next to them, as he turned to look at them, his personalized mask cracked, but still in place. The first droid raised a cybernetic foot, and brought it down on his right arm.

They could see him scream and thrash and hit at the leg of the robot. The next droid grabbed his free arm and pulled it straight so a third droid could repeat the process. The droids then pulled him up by his broken arms and pulled his face up towards the camera. His mask fell off revealing the hatred on his face as well as brand scar over his right eye and the burn marks on the left side of his face. He screamed loudly before the final droid walked up and put four bullets into his head. Then the others dropped his corpse.

The transmission ended. "Anyone else care to make another witty remark?" The psychopath asked, bored.

"You… You murdered them all!" Blake sobbed.

He shook his head as he turned off the screen, "Murder refers to taking the life of innocent, which they most certainly were not. But if you must think that way, then yes, I did."

An unnerving smile on his face as he pulls out a large 12 inch dagger that has a wickedly serrated blade and waves it around, mockingly examining it. Joan seemed to recognize the weapon as she starts to struggle more, blood starts to flow from bottom of the stakes that pinned his arms in place.

"Oh calm down young lady, nothing is going to happen… well, nothing that will cause a mess, yet." He pressed a button on his scroll.

A section of the wall opened up right next to them, revealing a large and very complex looking machine. It was a large cylindrical glass tube held up on a large tripod. The machine was active as evident of the constant flashing of all sorts of colors while moving a number of very strange gears and other mechanics on the inside.

A second of the floor opened as well and a large shipping crate, was raised from whatever lower levels there were.

When the crate locked into place, the walls of the crate broke away revealing a very big bomb. Watts saunters over to the bomb and starts typing on the keyboard, "I think 14 minutes and 26 seconds should be enough time to say goodbye. Don't you think? Joan, you should know the drill by now."

He walked back over to the vigilante and slashed the blade deep and in across Joan's chest. Joan bit into the gag trying to suppress a scream. She bled freely, showing that her aura seemingly not protecting or healing him.

Yang snarled at the Atleasan. "Do you honestly think you will get away with all this?"

"Of course, I'm leaving right now, and I have a special contingency for when your mother shows up to try to rescue you." He replied in an almost bored tone.

Yang grit her teeth, her mothers were a toughest huntresses she knew and there was no way they would fall for a petty trap. Yang had grown up an unorthodox household. Her father Taiyang Xiaolong had married both his female teammates and somehow managed to keep both his wives happy since then. She had taken the full name of her father and mother, Raven Branwen, while her sister had done the same with her mother, Summer Rose.

"And but I have an associate who will take care of Vale for me., as well as your sister…"

At the mention of her sister, Yang struggled furiously, shouting every curse she knew at him, which only caused him to laugh at her.

"Take care of Vale? Don't you mean the authorities or keep them distracted?" Blake questioned.

"Not at all. She will either burn Vale to the ground or conquer it while standing on a mountain of corpses. I don't care what she does, because frankly, this it was a bust."

Both of them were shocked and confused by his words. The Atlesean took the silence to continue what he was doing. He picked and placed several red steel toolbox, each toolbox was identical, even down to the same yellow number: 24, painted on them. He placed eight of them in a large square around them. He pulled out a scroll and typed in several commands.

Each toolbox simultaneously unfolded and transformed into a sentry turret about 3 feet tall. The sdentries were supported on a quad leg shock recoil system, had twin, belt fed minigun turrets that fed from a circular drum on the back. What was his obsession with putting miniguns on everything? Serious, he had no variety at all. The sentry machine beep every time it swiveled while it scanned the area, which annoyingly, was every few seconds.

"I told you that you wouldn't be the one to pay for your mistakes. Any last words to them?"

"Mmmmm rrrry, mmm rrrry." The restrained girl cried.

"Ahh, just hold on a moment if you would. I just had another stroke of genius right now." All three looked at him confused and waited for him to explain his "genius".

"Alright Jau-Joan, you get to choose which one you want to live, and I will spare the other. Now, who do you sentence to death?"

She froze when he heard that, he looked at each of them with apologetic eyes. Yang looked horrified and felt her stomach drop. Blake's ears went flat against her head and she started to shake.

"Well, what's your choice, who live and who dies?"

The Vigilante didn't hesitate with her answer. "Mmmmeeeeee! Mmmmee!" She knew that it was all a trick, he was going to kill them both. This was about which one he wanted to kill first, so they could feel despair of being sentenced to die and then kill the other.

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"Oooh, so sorry, but that was not one of the choices." He pulled out a second, identical dagger from his sleeve and slashed them across the throats of girls. The vigilante screamed as the madman slashed.

Yang felt the blade passed through her aura like it wasn't their and cut her throat open. Instinctively she struggled, trying to grab her throat to put pressure on it but couldn't because her arms were secured behind her back.

Blake was experiencing the same, but even though she was choking on blood, she forced a calm over herself hoping to outlast the injury until her aura could close the wound.

However, she began to succumb to her injuries after the he put the daggers away and put his hands on their bleeding throats for a moment with a purple glow covering his hands. "No, I think you need to suffer for a bit longer." Their aura dispersed, leaving them helpless as they continued to bleed and choke.

He looked over to the countdown seemed to get impatient so he let go and walked over and clipped a box to the chair. It shifted and sparks began to fly as it started to cut through the spike that held her to the chair. Jaune groaned and bit into the gag as the vibrations reverberated into his arms.

The insane Atlesean walked away and went over to the cylinder on the tripod and started typing commands into the console, causing the machine to power up, a large spike in the middle of a hand scanner reveals itself.

"Don't wait too long girlie, or I might find someone else to take your place. Who should I pick? Maybe the young Rose? Or maybe the faunus girl here again," as he motions to Blake, who was seizing on the ground. "The shields should disperse soon…"

He stabbed his hand through the spike on the on the terminal. The machine whirled to life and started flashing a multitude of lights. He is disintegrated while laughing crazily, just adds the device on the chair finishes cutting through the stake on his left arm.

As soon as he was gone Joan grabs the auto cutter and places it on his other arm, which it starts cutting. She grabs the broken stake and jams it into the restraint collar, headless to the fact that she could stab herself through the neck if she missed. After the third strike, she hears a crack and popping. Fortunately hitting a weak point and short circuits the collar at the same time the other device cuts through the other stake pinning his other arm down. She rushes over to Blake and Yang's collapsed forms on the ground.

Just then, a red portal opens in front of them about 30 feet away. All sentries turrets immediately locked onto the portal. A woman with long black hair, a Grimm mask came through. She was wearing a red shallow cut black and red dress with black shorts, black mid-thigh high leggings with red splatter patterns and black heels. As she rushed out, the sentries activate and let loose a barrage at the woman, she moved quickly, trying to deflect the bullets that she couldn't dodge with both her sword and sheath, but she was being shot from all around, her blood orange aura flared as it she fights to reach her daughter. Her mask takes a number of hits before it breaks, revealing an older looking Yang, except with red eyes and dark hair.

She is faster than Adam, that was evident, but she is forced to redraw new blades as the amount of fire she had to deflect. "Yang!" She shouted. Seeing her on the ground, with an open throat, tears flowed down the older woman's cheeks as her aura starts to flicker under the barrage. She slashes vertical motion, creating another portal and dove threw it, leaving them. Honestly it was what Jaune expected to happen, she felt someone with her bond in danger, so she came, and feeling that Yang, her bond, was dead, she left, the rest of them weren't worth her life.

That was it. The last chance for Blake and Yang to survive.

She rests their heads on her wounded chest her aura resonates, trying to feel theirs, is so faint. The small amount of comfort she got from being able to feel their flickering aura sickened her, because that meant they were suffering and she was taking comfort in it.

Huntsmen and Huntresses could touch another person's aura since they like extend their own, but that was pretty much the limit of what they could for another person. This is what allowed them the ability to unlock the aura of another, they couldn't give someone else their aura unless a semblance (or certain aura machines) permitted it. It was a shame that she didn't have a semblance like aura amplification, but even she did, they wouldn't be able to survive or escape the bomb that could likely level the entire structure.

Yang and Blake bled onto her chest, as she is freely bled onto them as well. Unlike them, her aura started slowly healing her because hers was affected by ' Watt's ' semblance.

She can't stop apologizing to them as they gape at her helplessly. "I'm sorry Yang, Blake. It's my fault, he should have killed me, but he won't. I, I have to, to try again. Maybe this time I can do something right."

It is pointless to talk to them, both Blake and Yang's eyes were glassed over, they couldn't hear him.

Joan reached for the terminal as the bomb countdown ticks down lower and slams her bloody hand through the spike sensor.

She held onto both of them as best she could and screams as the machine whirls to life and disintegrated them.

/=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=/ In Orléns. /=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=/

The city of Orléns, was a small settlement on the far eastern end of Sanus. Orléns had far more defensible terrain than its neighboring position settlement Ansel, but Ansel was a major port town that supplied the settlements on the Western side of Vale.

On the outer edge of the Orléns was a large house where a family of 10 blondes lived. A mother, father, seven daughters and only one son.

Even though it was the middle of the night, the teenage son of the family was waking up.

He yelped as he fell out of bed. He felt around his sweating body, with his his right hand ending up at his chest, even though he knew there wouldn't be a scar.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm back again." He sighed as his hands continued to roam his sweaty body. "That fucking sucked, but at least I'm back to normal this time."

As he went to untangle himself from his sheets, the door to his room opened. "Jaune?" He quickly pulled the rest of the sheets from his bed on him.

"Whose there?"

A blonde female head poked into the room. "You know, your favorite sister Lazuli? Did you hit your head when you fell off the bed?" She walked in and started helping untangle him from the sheets.

"Yyyyyes." Jaune muffled lamely from underneath the covers, he had no other excuse he could use, it already looked like somethings were quite different, he needed some more information. He caught sight of her straight blonde hair and blue eyes of his older sister.

"You yelled kinda loudly I wanted to make sure you were ok… And It must have been a bad dream, because yikes, you sweated through your onesie."

Jaune didn't need her to tell him that. "Yeah I need a shower, I probably should go downstairs so I don't wake up everyone else."

Jaune grabbed his towel and a pair of boxers and athletic shorts before heading downstairs. Lazuli join him, "Do you want to talk about it? It's always helped you to talk about your nightmares."

"Maybe in the morning, actually, let's talk a little bit about it right now." He said while stopping in front of a family portrait hanging from the wall. There were 10 blondes in the picture, eight females and two males, but he could only recognize himself.

"In the dream our whole family was there only problem was it each of them were dressed in ridiculous clothes they would never wear. It was so off-putting that it's making me not recognize any of them."

"Oh, so it is one of those dreams that seems so real and it confuses you even after you wake up."

"Yepp."

"The most clear thing that I remember is that Jake from State Farm was there as well as one you was dressed like him."

Lazuli laughed at that, "Please tell me it was Cassie, Trish or Mercy?" She pointed at three specific blondes. He took the time to study them all.

The second oldest looking blonde, the upper half of wearing a white and gold uniform with Red Crosses on the shoulders, her pants are a bronze brown pants and black knee-high boots. She was also holding a mechcashift white and black staff, with a bulky top end.

Trish looked to be the third oldest, a black cropped top with form fitting black leather pants and high top boots to match. She is confidently posed, leaning against an obscenely large single edge sword.

Cassie had a black military cap that held her long blonde hair in place.

She wore a specialized military combat uniform, that was mostly black. Blacked pauldrons, a steel neck guard visibly sewn into the collar of her clothes, as well as greaves that entirely covered her legs, There was an insignia inscribed into her pauldron, a fox holding a K-Bar knife. To top off the style of the uniform she wore yellow tinted aviators.

She had one hand resting on a holstered SIG Saucer pistol while the other is holding a mechashift tonfa.

He points to one of the younger blondes wearing a white, pleated silk skirt, with long blue sleeves, a nicely fitted blue cropped jacket with long sleeves. She also wore an emerald brooch center on around a ribbon-tie, with brown gloves, and heeled, knee high leather boots. "I think it was… her"

"Oh, Violet, not as exciting, she can rock the State Farm look. Remember her old uniform?"

Jaune didn't but he nodded along and made a guess, "The black one right?"

"No, not the one Cassie gave her, HER uniform."

Jaune had no idea what she meant so he just kept quiet and continued downstairs.

As they made it downstairs, Jaune realized something, they lived in a three story house at least. It seemed that the first floor was to entertain guests while all bedrooms were upstairs and he was one the third floor. It wasn't surprising for a family of ten, but he had to wonder if they had a basement or what the family vehicle was.

"What no onesie?" She smirked, noticing the lack of familiar pajamas in his arms.

"No, I feel really hot right now and I think I will just sweat through it again."

Lazuli shrugged, it was cute and all, but it was about time he outgrew the onesies. "All right. Shower and I'll heat us up some lemon tea, then it's off to bed with you. I'm not supposed to tell you but…"

"You're going to anyways"

Lazuli winked at him, "I figured you could use some good news before you went to bed. Mum and dad are planning a trip to Argus to of meet up with Lucy, tomorrow we will be going over the details, so we'll be putting Lu on the big screen in the Living Room."

Jaune smiled and nodded as he closed the bathroom door.

He took a quick, cool shower, as much as he would have like to use the privacy that the shower gave him to think things over, now was not the right time, he could think about more over after breakfast.

Jaune looked at himself in the mirror. He was younger this time, which meant that he had time to plan and train, but he probably had less time than he could expect.

When he came out, Lazuli handed him a warm mug of tea, he sipped it, letting the warm and sweet liquid calm him. He let out a sigh in pleasure.

"Feeling better?"

"Much." He nodded with a relaxed smile. He still wanted to know the names of all of his sister and he had an idea since he was wasn't the youngest.

"How about a story about the, he made a motion to show short of height.

"You wanna hear a story about the 'squirts' don't you?" He smiled and Lazuli obliged.

When they had finished their tea, they headed back upstairs. Jaune was feeling much better. Rikku and Lucy that was the name of his younger twins. Tomorrow was another day and he could take his time learning about his parents.

"Goodnight Jaune, sleep well" Lazuli kissed him on the forehead before going down to her room.

As he closed the door, He felt someone tackle him from the side. A hand clasped around his throat, whoever it was they were heavy as they didn't even budge as he struggled to get them off as they landed on the bed.

He felt a metal fist strike the side of his head and then everything went black.

He had a bad headache, his thoughts were foggy, and distorted. He shook his head to try and clear it. Waking up this time was surprisingly much harder than any other time…

"Well hello Jaune, welcome back. Hehehe." An all too familiar voice cackled yellow eyes stared into his blue ones.

"T-Tyrian?! N-N-No!" Jaune stammered as he bolted away, or at least tried to. He couldn't move, a knot formed in his stomach as the man held an empty syringe.

"Y-Y-Yes," mocked the yellow eyed man in front of him, a tail swishing back and forth, almost like an excited dog… except that it was a scorpion tail, and it was definitely not an innocent excitement. "It's next time, remember." He said tapping his own skull, "Your real punishment starts now, and if you misbehave, I think your family could get involved." And with that he grabbed the boy by the mouth and jerked his head back as he expertly stuck the ex-vigilante's neck with a syringe before he could do anything. He sat on the Jaune's chest and knees on his arms, as if to use his weight to stop him from being able to struggle, not that it mattered with concoction he injected into the boy.

"You know, it's actually a little funny. You came back a week earlier than you should have. I would have loved you to wake up from a drug induced coma." He giggles as he sticks the blonde boy with a third syringe and pushes the plunger down.

Jaune's body began to convulse as the very potent narcotics entered his bloodstream and his mouth started to foam. The scorpion Faunus let go of the Arc boy, and held a single finger up to his lips. "Shush, shush, don't struggle so much or it might cause more permanent damage before you I can save you." He cackled a bit before he looked at the syringe and realizes that he made a slight mistake. "Whoops, it seems that I have given you a full syringe… that should have only been a 1/3 of each at most. Guess I'll have to give you something to make sure you don't die before we can get going on our journey. Now, detox, detox… need this one and that…," he pulled out his small duffle and started mixing medicines that would work as a weak detoxification agent. "I get so easily distracted as me sometimes."

At that moment, Jaune's body seized, he felt like his body was burning, like someone had sliced his veins open from inside and started pouring molten lead into his veins. He couldn't think, he didn't know if he could breath. His body was not ready to endure this much pain this early in this life. Jaune choked as he breathed in air and let out a blood-curling scream.

The scorpion faunus activated the wrist blade on his left arm and aimed at the door; at the same time a mask shifted over his face. If was mostly white with many red lines drawn on it in the same fashion that would be seen on a Beowulf.

He grabbed the drugged boy by the throat and started to drag him towards the window cursing. "You bloody fucking fool."

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Author's note. I thought that I would post the first chapter to this story to see how the response to it would be. It is written differently than NiFF. I don't plan on making this anything close to a traditional RWBY fic, hopefully I succeed. In this story, it will cover some pretty dark content, but the whole story won't be like this, only in necessary chapters.

I am planning on writing this, but I will be focusing my effort on Nothing is Frozen Forever but I will still write a chapter for this one here and there.

Also, the turret design is from a video game I am a really big fan of. Hint: the character builds them midgame.

I am trying a rotation cycle for my stories so I don't get bogged down with writers block on one particular one, and this is the start of the return of, The Miracle.

Is it weird that I have an ending already planned out for this story but not the main body of the story?

Disclaimer warning: this story is going be rated M for blood/gore, drug abuse, swearing, potential sexual themes, and violent character deaths.

You have been warned.

On a random note, has anyone noticed most of the villains in RWBY have yellow eye? Volume 4 introduced Tyrian, Watts, and Hazel who all have yellow eyes. And so does Cinder who we have seen since V1.

An interesting theory that I had back during Volume 4 was that those with who had yellow eyes were a villain so I was slightly worried about Oscar because he had yellow eyes, even though he had an immortal wizard in his head. Anyone have any theories about what happened to Jaune since he didn't show up in the trailer of Volume 9?