Possibilities

by Jeremy Mosher

This is a collection of first chapters of story ideas that I want to get out of my head. They could become longer works depending on how each individual chapter is received. Title of the work, synopsis and list of main characters all posted at the top before each entry. Hope you enjoy. Note - These are ROUGH. There will be typos and mistakes.

7. I'm So Sorry

I'm so Sorry

Jaune Arc / OC Twins Sisters / Pyrrha Nikos / CRDL

Jaune Arc wanted to be a huntsman, his twin sisters Joan and Jane; not so much. The only real problem, was their dark nature. He tried to suppress it, but when a horrific event befalls Pyrrha, he blames himself, and decided that maybe it's time to be true to his nature.

(Trigger Warning – Implied Sexual Assault)

/==/

"We're hungry brother." came the unified voices of the twin blondes that stepped out from behind him. Both wore off side pony tails. One tilted to the left the other tilted to the right. They smiled up at him, revealing mouths edged with shark like teeth. They were only half a head shorter than him.

"As am I." he replied, his tongue running along his enlarged incisors and eye teeth. "But these ones are skittish."

"Fear makes the organs taste so much nicer." commented the left sided pony tailed girl.

"It does Joan. It truly does." he agreed.

"So why are we waiting, here in this shit filled alley?" asked the right sided pony tailed girl.

"Jane, language."

"Sorry." Jane replied.

"But she is right." Joan offered, "We've been in this place too long. We should strike, brother."

"We will when the time is right. Patience."

"But we're hungry." the twin girls moaned.

"Soon." he responded, "Very soon."

"I hope their livers taste better, than ones of those filthy beggars." Joan complained.

"Liver... yuck. Kidneys are better." commented Jane, "And we know Brother. The hearts are yours."

In the shadows of the filth and trash cluttered alley the blond trio waited. Blue eyes tinted blood red. They watched as a couple more faunus looked around, before donning white masks and entering the boarded up and abandoned store front.

"It's time for one last hunt." he informed the twin girls as the nails on his fingers grew and curved into vicious talons.

"Still can't understand why you are giving this up to be a lousy huntsman." Jane grumbled.

/=/

"We'll have what appears to be a very talented group of first years this year. Ms. Schnee , Ms. Xiao Long, Ms. Rose and Ms. Nikos are the standouts, obviously."

"Yes it is a fine group, Glynda; and I am for one relived that all our applicants have arrived safely."

"Are those killings still troubling you? Have the VPD asked for our assistance?"

"Not yet, but I have forwarded the offer." Ozpin replied before taking a sip from his mug. "I hope they get a handle on them sooner rather then later. The reports from the last scene were quite disturbing. So many young lives ended in such a brutal fashion. White Fang or not, no one deserves what happened to those poor souls."

"Has it been confirmed?"

"The similarities are there. Torn up bodies and missing organs, much like those homeless cases. Only difference is the type of target." Ozpin took another sip from his mug as he stood before the tall windows of his office, overlooking the Emerald Forest. "This last attack was not targeted against the most vulnerable in Vale. These victims were armed."

"So it's an escalation?"

"I am hesitant to agree. But the evidence is there. Which makes it even more troubling."

"Well while as sad and unfortunate as these crimes are, our applicants are safe."

"I am very relived for that small mercy." Ozpin turned to face his deputy headmistress. "Shall we start?"

Glynda nodded and then stepped aside to let the Headmaster pass by her, before falling in step behind him. The elevator doors swished open and the pair stepped inside to descend.

/=/

"Why the hell did you bring this horrible thing?"

"You're making us look stupid. Go change!"

Jaune shook his head, as he continued to walk out into the auditorium in his bunny footed blue onsie.

"CHANGE!"

"This is SO embarrassing.!"

Jaune rolled his eyes. Even though he could hear the hushed mutterings of the other students.

"This is the opposite of cool, Jaune."

"The opposite? This is on the other side of the universe to cool."

As soon as he got to the spot he had laid out his sleeping bag, he climbed in and closed his eyes.

"Surprised he didn't bring that damned bunny too."

"If he had I would appear just to shred it."

Jaune tried to ignore the on going commentary happening with in his head between his twin sisters.

"Jaune, I am NOT sleeping in the onsie."

"I second that suggestion, which means two to one. Go change."

"I'm the eldest. Respect my decisions." Juane muttered in a whisper of a whisper.

"Oldest, yeah by only 10 minutes."

"You being first was an accident at birth."

"Stop it you two. Joan, Jane, we've got a long day tomorrow. We need to sleep." he continued using his barely audible voice. "Now stop it."

Jaune snuggled further into his sleeping bag, and shut his eyes tighter, waiting for the snarky jabs his sisters had been pulling on him. Not hearing any, he allowed his mind to drift off; sleep soon over took him.

/=/

Jaune was struggling. To hide he true nature he had to reign in natural abilities. He felt so weak, and uncomfortable. It didn't help with his twin sister's constant off colour comments on his skills, and stupidity in make the choice he had. But he soldiered on. Two months in, he was more than frustrated. Not only was he not any improvement in his martial abilities with Crocea Mors, but his will to suppress what his body was craving was becoming sharper and sharper with each passing day.

"We're hungry!"

"Rare steak is not enough, brother. We need fresh, you need fresh."

"Stop it!" Jaune hissed under his breath. "We are not going to do that anymore. We're changed. We're going to help people. We're going to be better."

"This isn't better. It's pathetic."

"Hiding your true strength, you could take any of them. Stop being a loser."

"Enough you two. I made a decision. We'll stick to it. That's the end of it."

"We can feel it. You crave it. Hot blood filling your mouth. Steaming heart in your hands, just waiting to be devoured."

"Once more. We wont ask again, we promise. Just once more, please?"

"No!" Jaune snapped, much louder than he intended; drawing questioning looks from his assembled friends around the table.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked with a note of concern.

"Problems VB?" Yang grinned as she used his well known nick name.

"Nothing. It's nothing."

"Jaune you just shouted, No out of the blue." commented Ruby, "That usually means you need to talk about something."

"I'm fine. It's nothing to be concerned about. Just got caught up in some old memories." Jaune dismissed their concern as he rose from the table with his half eaten tray.

"Go ahead brother. Tell them you're hearing your sister's in your head. See what they do."

"Their reactions would be so much fun to see."

"Jaune, if there is something you can talk to me... us. You can talk to us. We'll help."

"I said it's nothing." Jaune turned and walked off before anyone could say anything else.

"You think this has anything to do with CRDL targeting him?" asked Ren.

"He has been distracted more than normal lately." commented Nora between bites of her meal.

"Maybe we should have a little talk with them." Yang's eyes narrowed, her voice betraying her obvious displeasure. "Just to clear the air."

"Yeah, just to clear the air." Pyrrha agreed as she watched Jaune leave the cafateria.

/=/

"This is ridiculous Jaune."

"You're letting them all take advantage of you."

"Enough you two. I made a choice, and you agr..."

"We didn't agree!"

"You just forced it on us. Now we're suffering for you."

"I'm sorry, but we can't keep being that way. It's wrong."

"How is it wrong? It's what we are, ever since..."

"We NEED to hunt Jaune. You NEED to feed, properly."

"We can do without. We'll get stronger. We can get stronger."

"Stronger, humph."

"We are already strong. If you're going to keep this up, at least stop this stupid act."

"I can't do that."

"Why not? Show them all how you're not as pathetic as you are appearing."

"Joan is right. Stop pretending to be weak. Put them all in their place, and we'll be happy, and stop."

Jaune sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. He had to had to agree with his twin sisters. He was feeling the strain, and frustration with his act. He was annoyed about trying to use a sword. He never needed a weapon before, and it was just awkward and unnatural feeling for him to use one. Then there was the ever present gnawing in his gut. He knew what he craved, and each day it was getting worse. The almost raw meat he was eating did little to slate it.

"You're going to lose control, and hurt one of your friends. We can feel it."

"You want to protect people. Protect them from you."

"I wish you two would just accept what I've chosen; and stop this."

"We can't."

"We feel what you feel, as you feel how we suffer."

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"You're going to break."

"And hurt someone you don't want to."

/=/

Cardin was fuming. His little recent meeting with Yang and Pyrrha was pissing him off. Why those two would warn, in the loosest definition of the word; to leave that loser Jaune alone he couldn't understand. He was weak and pathetic. He wasn't worth being here. He was just going to get someone killed, and he'd be damned if that ended up being him. The wimp wasn't even trying to stick up for himself. Using his teammates to do his dirty work. Jaune didn't belong here. He needed to go. Cardin grit his teeth. He would have to come up with a plan. Jaune needed to be gone. The sooner the better.

/=/

His team and the members of RWBY noticed Cardin was keeping his distance, but Jaune's mood still hadn't improved. They were worried that he knew what Yang and Pyrrha did, but hesitantly dismissed it. He would have said something about it right? Somethign else was bothering him, and any attempts to get him to open up about it, were met with a silence. He was walling himself off from his friends, and that was troubling them more than they wanted to admit. He wasn't the dorky, goofy they cared for, and loved. Moody, morose Jaune wasn't pleasant to be around.

They watched him at every meal, and during class. He always seemed distracted. His lips moving like he was having a conversation with himself. One that couldn't hear no matter how hard they tried. He was getting called on his lack of attention in class. While he wasn't getting detentions for it yet, it was only a matter of time before the Professor's started to take real exception to his behaviour.

Combat class was getting worse. When he was able to give Cardin a decent fight. Improving with each spar, lasting longer each time, and dishing out more damage. Now they were becoming so much more one sided. It was like his distraction was affecting his heart. Draining his will to improve.

"We need to break him out of this." Ruby whispered. "He's going to get hurt, or in worse trouble with the Professors if this keeps up."

"Maybe we can offer to train him?" Pyrrha suggested. "Maybe if he saw greater improvement in his own skills, that would give him the confidence to change back to how he once was."

"How do we get him to agree to that?" Yang asked.

"We could corner him." offered Nora.

"He'd brush us off if we did that." Ren replied, "We need to be more subtle. Ease him into it."

They watched Jaune shuffle from his most recent spar, towards the changing area. His head hung low as Cardin's mocking laughter followed him out of the classroom.

/=/

"Do it."

"Put him in his place."

"That would expose us." Jaune whispered as he went about changing out of his gear.

"So what?"

"We can't keep suffering like this. Either be what you are, or quit. This is getting old."

Jaune heard his entrance to the changing area, and rolled his eyes. Focusing on just changing as quickly as possible, so he could leave; he let down his guard. What was left of his aura flared as he found himself slammed face first into the open door of his locker.

"Just give it up Jauney-boy. You're pathetic."

"Do it."

"Put him in his place."

"How you ever got into Beacon is a mystery. Someone as useless as you, it's disgusting." Cardin laughed as he once again shoved Jaune roughly into the door of his locker, causing his aura to flare again.

"Do it!" the combined voices of his sisters roared in his mind.

Jaune snarled, as he spun around and slapped his right hand around Cardin's throat. The taller boy's eye opened wide at the sudden burst of aggression from the lanky waste of a huntsman. His breath was choked off, and both his hands tried in vain to force Jaune's grip from around his throat. His feet kicked uselessly in the air as the barely smaller teen lifted his bulk free of the floor with a single hand.

"Fuck off." Jaune growled, a tint of red in his blue eyes.

"Squeeze!"

"Crush!"

What little breath he had was expelled when he crashed back first into the lockers behind him. He slid down, and ended, splay legged on the tiled floor. His head swam, and he banged his head against the locker he was leaning against when Jaune's snarling face appeared before his blurry eyes.

"Fuck off."

Cardin remained on the floor, as he heard what seemed like a distant locker being slammed closed. Shaking his head to clear, and focus his thoughts, he heard Jaune's footfalls recede, followed by the creak of a door opening and closing. He sat there for a few more minutes, his shock and disbelief turning into anger. Thoughts of revenge started to float about his head.

/=/

Jaune stalked past his friends, ignoring their words, and greeting; as he just moved down the hall and disappeared around a corner. He was past wanting to be around anyone. His sister's were even strangely quiet. He snarled, and focused on the burning in his gut. He was about to go back on his promise. He need to get control of his emotions, cravings, and feelings. He needed to do it soon, before he targeted someone he was close to.

He eventually found himself on the roof. He took in deep slow breaths, in an attempt to calm his overly tense body. If he hadn't held back, he would have done serious damage to Cardin. As much as that waste of a person, deserved to be put in his place, he couldn't so something like that at Beacon. He'd need to slip away. To given into his cravings and desire, he need to isolate himself from his friends.

"He deserved more than what you did. You should have gone further."

"His fear was delicious."

"Enough. We'll hunt this weekend."

"Finally!"

"Yes!"

/=/

"Did you see the news?" Glynda asked Ozpin as she stood off to the side as the Headmaster was shuffling through some paperwork.

"Yes I have." Ozpin hummed as he set down the papers he was looking at. "Seems whomever was responsible has returned."

"But why after so long?"

"I have theories, but that's all I have."

"Whoever is very strong. Possible a rogue huntsman or huntress? Considering the state of the bodies."

"That is more than a possibility. It takes a more than a little strength to rip someone' chest open." Ozpin took a sip from his mug. "Has everyone been accounted for?"

"Yes. I've looked over the duty rosters, and the check in and out's at the gates. No one has any unaccounted time."

"So it is someone we are not aware of."

"I take it the VPD are finally accepting our offer to assist."

"Not yet." Ozpin set down his mug and clasped his hands before his face. "Seems with the lull the case had been put the back burner, due to the nature of the victims."

"That is a disgrace. This should be as high a priority as any other crime."

"It should be, but with no one actively pushing for it, or claiming the bodies..."

"It's disgusting."

"It is, but it is the way it is."

"We should just assign someone. It would be for the best."

"And step all over the VPD's toes?"

"If they're not going to take the cases seriously. I don't see a problem with it, to be honest."

"I agree. Reach out and see who is interested."

/=/

Cardin's thoughts had turned rather dark. He had been brooding for the last few days, letting thoughts twist and ferment in his mind. Slowly he was formulating plans. He moved from focusing on Jaune, and became obsessed with Yang and Pyrrha, before turning to become singularly centred on Pyrrha. He let a twisted grin split his lips. It would be perfect. Knocking the Mistral Champion low, and causing Jaune distress about being too weak to help her. It would take some planning, but he knew he could pull it off.

/=/

Jaune felt satisfied, and focused. The activities of the past weekend had rejuvenated him. Which in turn allowed him to put more of his energy into building up his lack lustre skills. He was even willing to take up the offers of training from his Pyrrha. The first session had been an eye opener. He knew he was well behind the other students, but facing Pyrrha just emphasized how much further away he was that he originally thought. Of course spending time with the crimson red head, had a side effect; in a rather lewd commentary from his sisters.

"If she wants on you any harder, she'll be leaving trails in the halls."

"I don't know how you can resist. The scent is just so intoxicating."

Jaune tried to push the conversation from his mind as Pyrrha gave him instruction in proper stances, and hand positions.

"It's better than the fear of those beggars."

"Take her Jaune. Breed her like she desires."

Raising his shield to block an overhead strike, he rolled his eyes.

"Do it Jaune. It could be a thank you for all her help. She'd accept it."

"Maybe we could even join in."

That comment made Jaune choke, and totally distracted him, allowing Pyrrha to land a solid strike, knocking him to the floor.

"Jaune you need to keep focused." Pyrrha admonished.

"Sorry Pyr."

"You've been really focused, until now. Is there something wrong?"

"No, just a stupid thought that popped into my head. It's nothing."

"Oh? It's nothing?" Joan chuckled.

"Shame, shame brother. Such naughty thoughts."

/=/

It was a couple weeks since his what he called his final hunt; and his sisters started again. It was distracting, and once again he started to flounder, as he attempted to deal with their incessant chatter in his mind, his school responsibilities, and the familiar gnawing feeling in his gut. He had been improving by leaps and bounds with his combat style; starting to easily hold his own against Cardin; until today. It was victory by ring out, in Cardin's favour. Jaune glared at the burnt orange haired mace wielder. His blue eyes flashing a tint of blood red.

"Do it."

"Show him REAL strength."

"You got a problem there Jauney-boy?" Cardin smirked, causing Jaune to force himself to suppress a dagger tooth filled snarl. "Maybe you should just give it up. Stop wasting everyone's time."

Snorting Jaune wheeled on his feet and stalked off, ignore Professor Goodwitch's commands to stay in class. Stuffing his armour and Crocea Mors into his locker, he sighed, and clenched his hands trying to get control. Once he felt slightly calmer, he pulled his hood up over his head and walked off. Heading towards the bullhead pads.

/=/

"Qrow?" Ozpin questioned as a black bird tapped at his window, with its beak. He opened the window and the bird hopped in and changed. The black haired and pale red eyed, huntsman stumbled and collapsed to his knees. He was gasping for air, and shaking. "Qrow?"

"Found them." he coughed.

"Them?"

"There's three of 'em." Qrow dropped to his stomach and then rolled over to his back. "They're absolute beasts, Oz."

"How strong?"

"They nearly ripped all my aura away in a couple of minutes. Never seen anything so fast, strong, or in sync. It was inhuman." Qrow coughed. "I landed some good hits, but had to back off. No way I could take them alone."

"How would a full team fare?"

"That would be for the best, but to be honest. The more you can throw at them the better."

"So where?"

"I caught them in the act, near the rundown part of the docks. Totally by luck, not sure if it was good or bad." Qrow coughed again, "but knowing my semblance..."

"Are you hurt?"

"No. Just feeling the after effects of being worked over."

"Are you able to give us descriptions?"

"Yeah, blond with teeth and claws."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow.

"Give me a few and I'll tell you."

/=/

Blake saw her, stumbling along the hall. Her entire appearance from clothing to hair was a mess. It almost looked like she had been trying to walk through a tornado. Blake's eye narrowed. It was much later than normal for Pyrrha to be returning to her dorm, and she had never looked in the state that she was now. Putting her book underneath her arm, Blake approached.

"Pyrrha?"

She swayed on her feet, and then lost her balance. Stumbling sideways to crash into the wall. She giggled, and her head nodded, before she started to slid down the wall to the floor. Blake rushed forward and grabbed her, dropping her book in the process.

"Pyrrha, what's going on?"

She mumbled something she didn't catch, before trying to push herself off of the cat faunus to get back to her feet. Her knees gave out, and suddenly Blake was struggling with the champion's dead weight. Pyrrha's head rolled, and hung limply towards her chest. Blake knew something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

"Someone help!" Blake shrieked as she tried to keep the limp form from completely falling to the floor. "Someone? Anyone?"

The doors to RWBY and JNPR's dorms were yanked open. The heads of Yang and Nora quickly poking out and looking into the hall. At the sight of the pair, both quickly rushed out, and towards the; heedless of the fact they were in their sleep ware.

"What's going on?" Yang asked as she finally was with arm's reach.

"What's wrong with Pyr?" asked Nora showing obvious concern for the condition of her teammate.

"I don't know." Blake informed the pair of powerhouses, as Nora moved forward to take the spartan's weight off of Blake. "I saw her stumbling down the hallway. She's totally out of it."

"Get her flat on the floor." Yang commanded.

Once they had arranged Pyrrha on the floor of the corridor, with her only mumbling a couple nonsensical words. Yang went to work. She checked Pyrrha's pulse, and then lifted her eyes lids, to look into her obviously unfocused emerald eyes. A concerned expression never leaving her face.

"Shit!"

"What Yang?" asked Nora.

"I think she's been doped. We need to get her to the infirmary, like now."

/=/

Jaune had returned to Beacon, unnoticed, and was making his way to his dorm. While his sisters continued to complain about having their fun interrupted by that huntsman, he was planning how to apologize to Pyrrha for skipping out on their scheduled training. He was almost to the door, when his scroll started to buzz. Wondering who would be calling him, he pulled it out and opened the screen to accept the call.

"Jaune! Where are you?" Ruby was almost yelling.

"I'm almost at my room. Is everything alright?"

"Pyrrha's in the infirmary..."

"Why?"

"She was drugged."

"Is... is she okay?"

"The doctor is checking her out right now." Ruby informed him, "Everyone is here, but no one knew where you had taken off too."

"I had my scroll why didn't..."

"We tried. It kept going to voicemail!"

"Shit!", Jaune cursed himself. He had turned his scroll off just before his hunt, and then back on just before making the climb back to Beacon. He had seen the list of notifications, but figured he checked them out when he got back to his room.

"Are you coming?"

"On my way." Jaune growled after he hung up. His incisors, and eye teeth elongating in his anger.

"Calm yourself. Remember where we are."

"Find out first. Then we'll act. Together."

"You're right. Let's find out what happened."

/=/

"Doctor, what do I owe for the pleasure of a call at this time of night?"

"Ozpin, we have a serious situation."

"How serious?"

"You should get in touch with the VPD, serious."

"What happened?"

"Ms. Nikos was brought into the infirmary, with the obvious signs of being intoxicated; but with no smell of alcohol on her..."

"She was drugged wasn't she?"

"She was. We're running blood tests, and an urine test to see if we can detect the compound. We also processed her."

"She was raped?"

"She was. While there is no semen present, there are signs of vaginal tearing. A strong indicator of either child birth or penetrative intercourse."

"And seeing as she was obviously not pregnant."

"We're assuming intercourse. Without her lucid enough to confirm anything we have to assume due to her physical and mental state that it was not consensual."

"Who else knows and how is she?"

"Only myself, my staff, and yourself. Her team and friends are here, but I can not inform them, of what we believe has happened without Ms. Nikos consent." there was a pause before the doctor continued, "We are going to keep her over night to monitor her condition. Physically she is fine, just under the influence; however the question will be her emotional and mental state after the truth of what has happened becomes know, and if she remembers any of the incident."

"I will contact the Vale CATT, and make the appropriate arrangements, as well as the VPD."

"I will inform you if there are any changes or complications."

/=/

It had been a week since the incident, and Pyrrha was have flashbacks of sorts. Even with speaking with various professionals, and the authorities; she was shutting herself off. She started hiding her figure, using baggy clothing. She was always on edge, and ceased wanting any physical contact from anyone on her team. To try and at least give her some semblance of security, and comfort they moved her bed into the already crowded dorm of RWBY. Hoping that being surrounded by other females would ease her, and allow her to gain some much needed rest.

Due to the effects of the compound, her memory was spotty. She could remember some details, but nothing however that could help identify her assailant. The stress of the situation was starting to wear on both teams. The constant walking on egg shells around Pyrrha to prevent a meltdown or panic attack, then add in their own feelings of guilt and failure of not being able to help and protect their friend was driving them to a breaking point.

"They will find the bastard."

"Then we will punish him."

Jaune just grunted as he unloaded on the heavy bag. He had been spending more and more time alone. His sisters spinning plans of punishment as he tried to control his seething rage and guilt. He wanted to talk to her, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He shouldn't have gone on that hunt. He should have been with her.

"We will make it up to her, brother. We will grant her vengeance."

"We will. Trust us. We will be with you. No one will stand in our way."

"And if that's not what she wants? What if she never recovers? What if this has destroyed her?"

"She is stronger than that."

"It will take her time. She needs to know she is safe first."

Jaune growled as he drove his fist into the heavy bag, deforming the surface, and causing it to swing wildly. He was breathing heavily, from exertion and rage. He heard the door of the weight room open. He didn't bother to look to see who it was. Instead he returned to trying to burn through the wellspring of emotions in his chest.

"Jaune! Jaune!" Yang shouted, "We've got a problem!"

"What's wrong?" Jaune asked turning his attention from his pummelling of the inanimate object in front of him.

"Someone posted a video."

"Video?"

"Of Pyrrha..."

Jaune literally growled , swiping his hand against the heavy bag. Before stalking past Yang and heading for the door. Yang started to follow him, but stopped as she heard what sounded like rain falling. She turned her attention towards where the sound seemed to be coming from. In a steady stream the grains that filled the heavy bag were piling up on the mats below it. All pouring from four slashes in the fabric covering.

"How?"

"Yang?" Jaune called out over his shoulder as he pulled open the door.

Yang shook her head, and filed the unasked question for later. Right now Pyrrha was the priority. She had to jog to catch up. Once beside him she matched his rapid pace, as they made their way through beacon's halls towards RWBY's dorm. Yang opened the door to allow Jaune inside.

Pyrrha was a complete wreck. Blake and Nora were hugging her as her body was shaken with sobs. Weiss was on her scroll in the corner, speaking softly to someone. Jaune figured it was probably the Crisis Worker that had been assigned to Pyrrha. Yang followed Jaune in, only to separate from his and take a seat on her bed. Jaune moved to the foot of Pyrrha's bed, and dropped to one knee. Her state broke his heart, and then ripped it out of his chest. Guilt, sorrow, concern, fear and rage boiled with in him.

"I'm so sorry Pyr." Jaune softly spoke. He knew she would flinch if he tried to touch her, so he shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. "I'm so sorry."

"Jaune?" Pyrrha choked out weakly.

Before Jaune could say, ask or apologize again, Ruby burst through the door. Causing Pyrrha to shriek in terror. She flailed around, squirming, trying to get free as tears streamed down her cheeks. She clawed at the sheets, aiming to dash for the bathroom. Yang moved to assist Blake and Nora. Soft voices, with equally gentle touches.

"Ruby?" Jaune asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Cardin's been arrested!"

"What? When? Why?" they all asked, their voices overlapping.

"Cardin's been arrested. Him and Sky are being escorted from Beacon, and it's happening right now."

"Do you think?" Nora asked.

"Could just be a coincidence." Blake replied. "But I doubt it."

"Do it. Make the fucker pay."

"Watch him squirm as you pull out his entrails."

"Jaune?" he looked her in her silver eyes, and noticed the concern.

"What?"

"You were growling. Actually growling. Are you..."

"I'm fine." he tried to sound calm as he stood up, and started towards the door, but he knew he had failed. He yanked on the door, much harder than he had intended to, partially ripping it from the frame. Without a pause he walked into the hall. He snarled as he made his way towards a very specific destination.

"They had to know."

"They probably told to avoid being punished."

In the room, everyone aside from Pyrrha looked at the twisted door, barely staying attached to the frame by the bottom hinge.

"Was he always that strong?" Nora asked as she ran her hands through Pyrrha's hair trying to calm the stricken girl.

"Where is he going..." Blake started to talk before pausing and taking a sharp breath. "Yang! Ruby! Weiss! He's heading to CRDL's dorm. You have to stop him!"

Pyrrha shrunk from Blake, due to her raised voice. The three looked at each other, before all three bolted through the door and after the retreating form of Jaune.

"I'm calling Ren." Nora informed Blake, as she attempted to fish out her scroll.

/=/

"You two are confined to your dorms, until we finish confirming the validity of your statements." Professor Goodwitch informed the two young men walking before her. "It was very noble of you to step forward, though there will be some questions for why it took so long it."

Russel and Dove looked defeated. The whole situation had drained them of any energy. They had had an inkling that their Cardin and Sky were up to something, they just didn't realize it was something so twisted. It took them a couple days, after finding out; to finally turn in their teammates. It hurt, in more than one way. Betraying their teammates, twisted with the disgust over what they had done, tempered with the guilt of not acting sooner.

"Mr. Arc?" Glynda's question brought both Russel and Dove out of their own thoughts. They looked up and saw him. Standing before CRDL's door. If they were being honest, he didn't look right. He looked almost as if he was about to snap. Then they saw his red tinted blue eyes.

"Fucking cowards." he snarled, "How long did you know?"

"Mr. Arc you will stop..."

"I'm going to rip your fucking hearts out, and eat them before your dying eyes!"

Glynda reached for her crop. The young man before her was out of control. She had never known or heard of Jaune being in such a condition. It was like he was a beast. She narrowed her eyes. Preparing to force the young blond before her to listen. Behind him she saw most of team RWBY with Lie Ren appear.

"Jaune!" they called out in chorus.

Glynda, Russel and Dove all took a hesitant step back, as twin blonde haired girls stepped out from behind Jaune. They wore twisted smiles. Smiles filled with shark like teeth. Pulling her eyes from the girls, she looked at Jaune, and saw his snarling dagger like teeth filled mouth.

"Mr. Arc?"

The blond trio moved in a blur. Glynda found herself skidding along the tile floor a single hit to her gut knocking the air from her lungs, and taking her off her feet. As she tried to regain her feet, she heard the cries of Jaune's friends and the screams of Russel and Dove. She lifted her head and her eyes grew wide in surprise and fear. Before the singularly worse combatant she had ever the pleasure to try and instruct was holding Russel Thrush in the air by his throat with one hand. Off to the side one of the twin blonde girls had her foot pressed into the small of Dove Bronzewing's back while pulling back on his head by his hair.

"We'll give you a single chance," giggled the girl holding Dove. "Who posted the video?"

"S... Sk... Sky!"

"Your fear smells so divine. I just bet your liver will be so juicy." she commented before slamming him face first into the floor.

Glynda gathered herself up, climbing to her knees. She reached for her riding crop as Jaune heaved Russel into the wall across the hall. He hit with a bone cracking thud; his head lolling to the side as he fell to the floor in a heap.

"Ah, ah ah ah!" the blond girl with a left sided pony tail appeared before Glynda wagging her finger in her face, "No one is going to be interrupting brother while he finishes his business."

"Finishes... You can't!" Glynda snapped cluing into what the blonde girl was alluding to. "Their innocent. They turned in the ones responsible."

"Really?" the girl pouted, "That's no fun. I bet his liver would have been so divine."

"He has to stop..." Glynda's words stuck in her throat as Russel screamed in agony. She had seen Jaune dragged Russel to the centre of the hallway and then press his finger tips against his chest. Slowly ever so slowly they began to sink into the boy's flesh.

"Brother."

"Yes, Joan."

"The teacher says these guys are innocent." Joan pouted, while yelling to Jaune over her shoulder "Said they turned in the other two."

"It doesn't matter." Jaune snarled as Russel writhed underneath him.

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"No. No. No. No." the girl with a right sided pony tailed said as she waggled her finger at the group of Ruby, Weiss, Yang, and Ren. "You're important to brother. Almost as much as Pyrrha. So you just stay here, nice and safe. Okay?"

"Brother?" Ren asked.

"Yes, Jaune is my older brother, by only ten minutes."

"We have..."

"You don't listen very well do you, Yang?"

"You... you know who I am?"

"I know all of you. Weiss, Ruby, Yang, Ren." the girl pointed to each of them in turn while constantly wearing her shark toothed grin. "Now you stay right here. Like Brother wants."

"Jaune's going to hurt them. He can't." Ruby pleaded.

"Hurt them?" the girl chuckled, "No he's not going to hurt them... we're going to kill them."

"What?" Ruby staggered back at the thought of her first Beacon friend doing such a thing. "He... he... can't!"

"Why not? We've done it lots of times." the girl's grin depended, becoming more sinister, "How else are we to get fresh kidneys?"

Behind her, the fight was over. They watched in growing horror as Jaune pushed his fingers into Russel's chest, while the twin of the girl standing before them, stood in front of Professor Goodwitch. They heard the back and forth, and a shiver went up their spines, at Jaune's reply.

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Glynda snapped her riding crop free of its holster, and shot to her feet, or at least she tried. Inhuman;y strong fingers crushed her wrist, and wrapped about her throat. She felt herself lifted free of the floor; as she tried to claw with her free hand against the fingers around her throat.

"You were very mean, to brother." Joan snarled, "So very mean. But you know what is funny? Do you?"

Glynda choked, and gasped in response.

"He's stronger than even you. He wanted to save people." Joan growled, before swinging her arm and launching Glynda shoulder first into the wall. She fell to the floor, hacking and coughing, gasping to get air back into her lungs. "Me and Jane always told him to use his real power, but no he wanted to do it the hard way. To act like you fucking pathetic meat bags."

Glynda struggled to get to her knees, to try and find a way to mount some type of defence, only to feel slim fingers slid through her blond hair. With a sudden grab, followed by a yank her head was pulled backwards, causing her to bend backwards awkwardly. She found herself starting directly into red tinted blue eyes.

"Brother has always taken care of us, so we will do whatever he needs of us, even if that means killing every last one of you." she hissed, "But right now, we're going to make things right for Pyrrha, so stop getting in the way."

"She... she... wouldn't... want this." Glynda choked out.

"She didn't want to be raped either." Joan snarled, "Yet it happened."

"She'll... hate you."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

That was the last thing Glynda heard as she was driven face first into the wall. Her vision swam for a couple of seconds before going completely black.

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Jaune slowly withdrew his fingers, as Russel twitched beneath him. His chest rising and falling in a hitched motion. Jaune stood, blood dripping from his fingers. He looked towards where Joan was walking back from the out cold form of Glynda Goodwitch, and then turned to face his friends.

"Jane. It's time to go."

"Really?" she asked over her shoulder, "But no one is dead?"

"Yet." Jane chime in.

"We made our point." Jaune told them with a stern tone. "The ones who are truly at fault need to be dealt with."

"And how are we going to do that, brother?" Joan asked as she backed away from Jaune's stunned friends.

"Remember what we used to do with house flies?"

"You mean when we would pull off their wings and all their legs; and then let them bake under a magnifying glass?" Joan asked.

"Exactly." Jaune replied, a sinister grin on his face, revealing his dagger like teeth.

"Sounds like fun." Jane commented.

"Jaune?" Ruby called out in a wavering voice.

"I have to go Rubes." Jaune's face softened. He aimed one of his goofy smiles at them, his dagger like teeth no where to be seen. "I don't belong here."

"Jaune, what about Pyrrha?" Weiss asked, fear tinting her words. "She needs you."

"I need her, but right now I have to protect her, and..." Jaune replied as Joan and Jane closed and took their places at his side. "I only know one way to do that."

"VB, what are you going to do?"

"Yang; I'm going to punish Cardin, and Sky. Then I'm going to sit back and watch."

"Watch what?"

"Watch over you guys. I'll keep my scroll charged." Jaune turned and moved towards the door of CRDL's dorm. "If you ever need me... us call; and for what it's worth... I'm sorry."

Before anyone else could say anything else Jaune shoved the door, ripping it from the frame. The trio walked into the dark interior. Ren dashed forward, wanting to say something only to arrive a second after the sound of glass shattering could be heard. Inside the dark room one window was broken. He was gone.

/==/

So I'm not sure what it is with me, and making Jaune into some type of monster that preys on humans/faunus. Maybe I should speak to someone about that.

Anyway, this a second draft of a similar idea, but in that one, I had Jaune as he is now (a ghoul), plus Blake being a "Were" and Pyrrha being a "Succubus". The whole quick plot was the three(five with his sisters) trying to avoid detection while attempting to become "heroes".

I also seem to have a lean towards using the "Jaune is powerful but hiding it cliche."

Anyway, hope you enjoy. This is already over 7k words or I would have done a little more.