Here's a little something that I hope is liked while I work on a special chapter that will be coming. I'm sorry about long spaces between updates but I just have very little time due to things lately. Enjoy.
The room was mainly silent as the light began to brighten allowing the entire room to be seen again as the parent of Jaune sat silently to themselves, John his head hung in shame as he saw what would have happened to his son if he has been foolish enough to take that madman's offer to help. It was nothing but lies, proof of that was enough for him to see as he witnessed that reality. But even after what he saw he couldn't grasp what was going on; nothing made any sense to him.
June on the other hand only held her hands over her face crying silently as the tears ran down her face. The sounds that her baby boy made from the pain and sorrow he suffered because of one choice. A choice that ruined his entire life and leads to what she had witnessed on screen. She didn't want to believe what she saw but with what happened as that man forced them here kidnapping them. She didn't even know anymore.
"U-uh, excuse me…" June heard a voice making her take her hands from her face and seeing the girl who wore the bronze armor. She held a box of tissues that she held out towards her, June sniffed and reached taking a tissue from the box and began to dry her cheeks and eyes as the tears had slowed.
"Thank you," She muttered as Pyrrha placed the box down next to her where a table came up from the floor.
"Um...I know how weird this all is. A lot of us are still not sure what's going on either but with what we saw." Pyrrha motioned her arm at the blank screen as she attempted to help calm Jaune's mother. "Jaune didn't turn out like that, he's the kindest person that I ever met." She smiled watching as June had dried her eyes one last time from the shock of what she saw.
"He believes in the good of people and cares for everyone even putting his needs before everyone else's," Pyrrha stated remembering all the things she had seen from Jaune in their time together as a team since initiation. When she finished she stood silently as June did not respond actually making the warrior feel a bit uncomfortable worried that she may have said something wrong. "I-I'm sorry what I'm trying to say is,"
"I understand," June cut Pyrrha off as she sat up straight calming herself down. "Thank you for knowing my son, he always was able to make friends when he was determined. Even with his social skills." She smiled as she took a deep breath calming herself down realizing fully that this was not her son. It what could have happened but it didn't and for that she was grateful.
"Besides that, we've seen our fearless leader do some awesome stuff!" Nora yelled appearing next to Pyrrha, sadly she also yelled that right into her ear causing her to cover her ear in pain as it rung.
"You must be Nora," June greeted as the bomber gasped.
"How did you know? Are you psychic? Is your semblance reding mind!?" She suddenly gasped louder than the first time. "Are you a wizard!?" She yelled making someone in the seats choke coughing.
"No, Jaune just talks about his team in the letters he sends us," June responded remembering how her son spoke about each member of his team. Especially about the antics of an orange haired girl named Nora. Some things he wrote of what she did it was hard to believe; how could you possibly make an entire mound from tables during a food fight?
"Nora, please calm down," Ren told her as he had gotten from his seat when she had, he knew with what Jaune's parents saw they may not be needing her at the moment. Especially with Jaune's father who was silent as he held his chin with his hand silent. Even if he was silent he could feel the emotion coming from the man and he needed to be left alone.
"I'm sorry ma'am, she just gets," Ren tried to explain as June herself raised her hand.
"It's alright, I understand what she is trying to say." It's strange; she doesn't feel as upset when she arrived here in this place. Even the emotions from what she witnessed just seemed to vanish almost instantly without any trace to be left behind. It was strange.
Suddenly her husband stood up without a word and marched over to the dice grabbing them. His hand gripping the dice hard as he shook. He was breathing heavy before finally throwing the dice in anger, the dice bouncing off the wall as they stopped moving before finally disappearing and showing the next world.
A desert scene could be seen as bodies of soldiers in armor we're all around no longer moving.
"By the gods…" Ironwood was shocked by the sheer amount of dead soldiers the littered the valley they were in.
"T-this is the next world?" Yang asked as she saw the massacre before her on screen.
Ozpin himself took a breath as memories of the great war returned to him. He buries those long ago but the sudden view made them return to him.
The sounds of heavy metal footsteps could be heard as a voice began speaking as a heavy metal leg came stomping on a dead soldiers head splattering it into a red mess.
"Sickening…" Winter said as her stomach churned a bit from seeing a man's brain matter splattered all over the floor.
"The dead should not be tarnished such a way," Port muttered a he was a man of honor in many degrees. He believed that no matter who you were you deserved to be left alone after death.
"Agreed," Oobleck had researched many rituals that existed to respect the dead an honor them. To see them being desiccated made the anger he felt when he would find those who would ruin tombs and graves for profit.
"Pity the guardsman," The armored being said as they removed their foot from the dead man. "A weak sack of flesh, destined to die for a dead God that never cared." The armored being spoke through a deep metallic voice carrying an ax as their armor was black and their helmet had a red glow. "It spends it's brief pitiful life alone in his foxhole with nothing to keep him company or to keep him safe." The armored being stated as they turned around looking at a soldier that was still alive but a shard of metal was stuck in their upper thigh making the leg useless. They crawled backward away from the gigantic being as they looked at him.
"Look at the size of that sum bitch!" Qrow started looking at the hulking metal being looking down at the soldier like he was an insect.
"He's bigger that Yatsu…" Coco whistled looking at the right of the armored guy. Her teammate was a big and quiet guy but he looked like a midget next to him if she was to put them side by side.
"It's a brutal being," Glynda started looking at all the men and women hacked apart and blood caking the black metal as it dripped blood into a pool near his gigantic armored legs.
"Than the cheapest, most disposal of equipment," He said mocking the guardsmen as he walked over looking down at him. "Perhaps the glow from his last gun barrel will keep him warm at night. Me?" He asked placing his hand to his chest as more sounds often being torn apart could be heard as this being was playing with his last victim in seeing sadistic joy.
Cinder felt an uneasy feeling as she heard the metal being talked as it mocked the dying man. It was...familiar. The more she heard it the more the uneasy feeling kept growing.
Salem held her chin as she thought, the way it acted reminded her of someone. It was close but she couldn't remember who it reminded her of. The black armor and red glowing eyes of the helmet made her think of her Grimm. It would be amazing if she could create humanoid Grimm that could function as an army. That could certainly turn the rides against Ozpin.
"As a servant to the powers, I enjoy the delights of all this world and the warp have to offer." He looked down at his hand clenching it into a fist as the metal groaned bending. "Power." He stated as he placed his hand to his helmet shaking a bit.
"Hmm, sounds like Cinder," Salem stated.
"It courses through my veins, the gifts of the Chaos God's will soon overtake me!" He exclaimed removing his hand and holding them out wide in excitement. "And one day I may even ascend." He leaned down at the dying soldier like he was a pathetic being.
"Anything involving God's causes trouble," Ozpin stated as he had seen a pattern. Anything involving God's meant trouble.
"Chaos gods, interesting." Salem wondered hearing of them and how loyal that this one being was to it. If it was an army then it's loyalty must be undying.
"Where's Jaune in all of this?" Pyrrha questioned worries that the black armored being could be him.
"What has the guardsmen have to look forward to but a grim life?" He asked as the soldier had begun passing out, but he was woken up as the man grabbed his head lifting him up like a rag doll with his ax ready to cut him in half.
"And if he is lucky, perhaps he will feel nothing as my ax sends his soul to korn. He lives for a corpse god, and he shall join his god as a corpse." He looked back at his ax gripping the handle and making the blades move like a saw.
"I shall spare a half second to think of him and his kind. Then I shall only laugh...hahaha!" He laughed holding the man up higher.
"Hail chaos!" He yelled pulling his ax back ready to cleave him in half.
"No!" Ruby yelled not wanting to see a man be murdered in cold blood when defenseless.
Raven, on the other hand, saw nothing wrong with this. All things will die if weak and only the strong will survive.
"You would laugh, monster." A voice stopped him as he looked back to see another being in armor similar to his own but blue and green lenses.
"That voice…" Yang said as Nora jumped up.
"Fearless leader!" Nora cheered knowing his voice even if it was a bit deeper. Down below I the front row John sat silently as he watched with his chin resting on his fist.
"But let me remind you. Within that weak sack of meat and bone, uncared for by his god and wept for by none beats a heart." He said making the black armored soldier drop the guardsmen. "A human heart, that carries with it the strength and courage of all mankind." He stated as the chaos soldier turned to face him with his ax ready.
"This one certainly is different." Cinder remembered all the others. This one made her angry just from what he had said before. The only thing that mattered was power even if it's a monster. She had been called that by a few she's killed.
But silently the arc parents watched as their son was a man in this clip. He had a sense of honor and duty that made pride in June swell. John himself said nothing as his eyes watched this version of his son. The man he is going to be with how his training his going at Beacon from the letters he received. He should have trained him...he should have been a proper father.
"Within that sack of meat is in sconed the hope, the will, and the fury," He listed as the soldier charged him with his ax raised high only to be caught by the blue soldier. He then raised his fist and began smashing it into the black helmet denting it as he continued speaking. "Of every man, woman, and child from every corner of the Imperium." He knocked the soldier over atop him now still smashing his fist into his helmet as he continued speaking. "Within that weak sack of meat. Festoon in thin armor and weapons only powerful in numbers…" He ripped the ax from his hand and tossed it back into the corpse of another chaos soldier. He then grabbed the helmet and began to crush it with his bare hands as the metal creaked and the glass lenses cracked. "Beats the heart of a man." He let go and head-butted the chaos soldier away who fell down on their face tripping backward.
"You show him! Kick his ass!" Yang cheered watching as this version of her friend beat the shit out of that guy like he was nothing.
"He calls them all man," Blake said to herself as she had seen faunus dead along with human soldiers. But she did not think for he thought of them all as equal fighting together.
"And for ten thousand years, the hearts of men have beaten strongly defiant of your so-called powers!" He yelled as the chaos soldier slowly got up yelling in pain grabbing their helmet. "For 10,000 years, the hearts of men have stood United against a Galaxy that despises them for no reason save that they have the audacity not to lay down and die." He said as the chaos soldier began trying to pull off the destroyed helmet as blood leaked out from underneath when it was removed the face of the soldier could be seen as it was pale like a dead man and eyes red filled with chaos.
"Ah, so that's who it is," Salem knew how Tyrian was with his devotion to her as his god. It seems to fit with his loyalty and how Watts stated it as mentally unstable.
"He already looks dead," Port mentioned as the grey skin was of little life as metal and tubes were attached to his head.
"He may be a corpse in armor," Oobleck stated watching as Mr. Arc gave a speech similar to the lessons he tried to teach.
But the biggest surprise was was that they fought for survival. Similar to humans and faunus against Grimm. But they had only been doing it for hundreds of years. The Grimm were simple-minded beasts while the other reality battled other forms of life more dangerous than Grimm as they could act as an army with strategy, for thousands of years no less.
Tyrian was grabbed from behind and looked back to see a blue armored fist come down punching him across the face, a few teeth being knocked out, before being thrown against rocks bleeding. Tyrion spits blood along with more teeth as he tried to get up. His arms shook from the damage he took until he saw a pistol reached for it. He grabbed it and stood up as Jaune walked to him and kept speaking never faulting.
"For ten thousand years your black crusades have been pushed back, beaten down, and made a mockery of by weak sacks of flesh with cheap weapons and disposable equipment." Tyrian held the gun to the armored suit and pulled the trigger only for it to click as the clip was empty.
"Haha, he's gonna regret trying that," Ruby said as she looked at this version of Jaune. He was strong and fast while he protected those and beat the bad guys.
"A soldier such as him could be wonderful for the atlas army." Ironwood thought as the strategies they had and used must have been far greater than any Atlas has had with all its technicians.
Jaune knocked the gun from his hands before he began to beat Tyrion breaking his nose and cheeks as he cracked his skull from the sheer force of his punches. He then tried to punch back only for his fist to be caught and crushed by Jaune as he sent another punch that sent Tyrion flying into a pile of rocks. He laid there unable to move until he was grabbed by his own throat being choked. Jaune looked into his eyes as he strangled him, his reflection in the lenses of his helmet.
"For that weak sack of flesh that you so gleefully mock is no super soldier, no immortal warrior, no creature cursed by chaos like you. He is a man," Jaune grabbed his armor and lifted him up tossing him away smashing into more stones within this cavern.
"An Imperial guardsmen drew from some forgotten corner of the Imperium to fight for his species, and the safety of the people he loves!" Jaune yelled walking towards the broken man who was too weak to fight.
"He is a factory worker, a farmer, a storekeeper, a father, a brother, a son… a mere man." Jaune stood over Tyrion who laid half dead as his blood dripped from his wounded head.
"And against creatures like you, teeming and numberless, powered by the very will of thirsty gods." He pointed back at all the dead men who had been slaughtered for even in death they fought to their last breath protecting mankind.
"HE HOLDS THE LINE!" Jaune yelled as Tyrion sat up dazed and weak.
"Such spirits in his words, " Ozpin started as he thought of the speech.
"Yeah!" Nora yelled as she heard Jaune give a speech about how they were stronger than them. Many who heard the speech that was hunters could feel how the same speech could be referred to them. For hundreds of yours they have kept Grimm at bay, not as best as the other world but they had four major kingdoms that stayed standing strong against the creatures of darkness.
But the others did not like the speech as it was a spit right I to their own face. More so to those who followed Salem.
"And he has held the line for ten. Thousand. Years." Jaune reached down at his hip grabbing a pistol aiming it right between Tyrion's eyes.
"So...what's your excuse, monster?" Jaune questioned him before squeezing the trigger followed by a gunshot as the screen went black.
The lights returned as a new shelf appeared this time much larger as it contained within it the same gigantic suit of armor that this version had worn. But it was different, bullet holes and blood stained it as many more holes that were on it looked like blades that pierced through the strong metal. But among the damage, they could see that it had different emblems and symbols. These symbols seemed to be of some rank or honor which were displayed proudly. The helmet of the armor had dents and scratches as in the armors hands points down was a blade that was scratched up and had chips along the blade.
The hands held the blade with a sense of honor, John himself stood up and walked over to this display case as he couldn't hear anything around him. It was muffled as they spoke among themselves or argued something. But it all went unnoticed by him as he stood at this armor, larger than him by any stature which was his son from a different world. But his eyes caught something that was carved into the blade of which was displayed proudly. He turned his head to read what had been carved in only to see what was written.
'Give any man the power of a God, and you better hope he's got the wisdom and morals of a God to match. There is nothing feeble about my moral line. I value life. That is why I fight to protect it. I mourn every man I lose and every sacrifice I make. One life or a billion, they're all lives.'
John stood there as he slowly reached out and placed his hands against the glass. He stood still as a tear rolled down his cheeks as what he had been contemplating the entire time since he showed up here and was shown. What he had even been denying himself when Jaune first dreamt of becoming huntsmen.
Jaune was not weak, it was himself that was weak. The fear of losing his son and never giving him the training to follow his dream.
"I'm sorry…" John choked out as he felt the truth hit him as he glanced at all the cases and remembered the letters he got. His son was stronger than him, he couldn't be more proud of him.