A.N: Hi again

Here is a little something that has been plaguing me for a long while now.

I don't know what the inspiration was but I have an idea where I want this to go. Lets hope I can get the time to actually continue something.

Let me know what you think.

The room felt dark. Well the cell felt dark, you could call it a room if you were so inclined but Jaune knew where he was. He couldn't see his hand in front of his face even if he tried. He couldn't tell you how long he had been placed in this prison but he knew how long he had gone without sunlight.

180 days.

180 days of pure darkness, with little to no human interaction apart from the guard passing his meals through the slot under his cell door and he doesn't speak much. He knows there are others in this place with him but none have been here longer than him in a single stint. He had heard the ramblings of first timers and the whispers of repeat offenders over the days in his cell, he did not envy these men. They were broken shells of themselves, he had been broken before he arrived.

He could hear the thud of footsteps echoing around the hall outside the cells and the sounds of chains clinking against the floor announced the arrival of a new resident of the permanent blackness that surrounds him. With a familiar groan and clank the cell next to him gained a new occupant. With another load groan and clang the guard turned back away from the cells.

Jaune waited, he waited to see what sort of person had been put next to him. First he heard the soft whimpers followed by harsh, heavy breathing he was next to a first timer.

Jaune stood from his cot and began his daily ritual, he thanked god there were bars above him otherwise he may have lost his touch. Pulling himself up off the ground Jaune hung from the bar before pulling himself up. He repeated the motion until he couldn't continue before changing hands and repeating the process again. This was his routine, twice a day exercise before eating then attempting sleep if his brain would co-operate.

He could hear the whimpering next to his cell stop and the faint rustling of material moving to the uncomfortable cot in the corner of the cell. He could feel eyes watching him, he knew it was the new guy many had seen this same routine from him before it was almost like clockwork.

He could hear the whisperings "What is he doing?" "How long is he going to do that?" and his personal favorite response "Shut ya trap kid, it's almost lunch time".

The next couple hours passed with little incident much like any other day, the questions from his neighbor had all but ceased and the light scraping of trays could be heard throughout the corridor of cells. Jaune had barely finished when he heard his neighbor attempt to talk to him.

"Psst. Psst hey buddy. Hey look at me."

Jaune had a good mind just to leave the whimpering crybaby to himself but this was the first time somebody actually engaged him in a conversation rather than him butting himself into somebody else's.

"What?" He almost didn't recognize his voice, it really had been a while since he had spoken a couple words.

"How many pull ups did you do?" He could hear the wonder in his neighbors voice. The kid must be pretty young if that was what impressed him.

"I don't count" His reply was almost as horse as his last.

"Oh, well that's pretty cool" Jaune knew a pause when he heard one "So what are you in for?"

Jaune sighed, expelling a breath loudly before looking back at that time.

"Short story is I essentially ended a bloodline. He attempted to attack a friend of mine, so I took his favorite toy from him." Jaune smiled at the end of his sentence, his mouth set in a fierce grin.

"Apparently castrating the only male Winchester heir was looked at as a unprovoked attack by a hunter against a unarmed highborn heir. And in exchange for my life they took something from me..."

"So they took yours too?" His neighbor winced as he interrupted.

"No. They took my eyes. Then they locked me up here."

He always remembered the moment, it was burned into his mind much like the final images of his sight before they were removed from his head. In hindsight it was a miracle he survived at all, he chalked it up to his aura patching sealing the wounds before infection hit him.

"So how do you see?"

Jaune's brow furrowed. Had he really asked that question? How does he see? He can't see, he has no eyes.

"I don't."

"No I mean there must be a way for you to walk around without hitting into things?"

Jaune stopped his retort before wondering when the last time he was actually allowed to go for a walk apart from the measly waddle he could do in his cell.

"There is, but that's a secret you haven't earned the right to know."

Jaune actually hadn't perfected his new way of seeing. In his younger days he had heard rumors of blind hunters using aura to project their surroundings much like a bat would in a cave. He had also heard of faunus being able to pick up on sounds that humans like himself couldn't pick up on. It was a good thing the cell was so quiet, over his stay he had figured out a way to listen for the smallest of sounds to attempt to be able to locate where the sound came from. He wasn't faunus but he could very well try to replicate them.

He hadn't heard his neighbor ask another question, he must of thought his silence was is answer before he heard him strike up conversation with his other neighbor in the cell block.

And that was his routine for the next couple of weeks. Wake up to hear the new guy talking to his much more talkative neighbor about anything they could think of. It was almost tranquil to hear their conversations, he had almost forgotten the images of the world on the outside of these walls but with each new sentence they painted quite the vivid picture of the outside.

It wasn't until day 216 that Jaune's routine changed permanently.

He had been resting after lunch, much like any other day. Silently listening to the new picture his neighbor was creating in his mind. He heard the loud clang of the cell block door opening and the accompanying click clack of boots on the floor, but this time it was different, instead of the clinging of chains on the floor Jaune heard the sound of other shoes clacking against the floor. He didn't react until the footsteps stopped. Outside his cell.

"So this is where you are."

Jaune's head snapped up at the new voice. It was low and melodic much the same since he heard it last, but that was when he could see and when he wasn't a man in prison.

"I heard what happened."

'Of course you did' the sentence was on the tip of his tongue until he heard the sound of his cell door being swung open and the muffled thud of a bag hitting his cell floor.

"All your stuff is here, your more deadly arsenal is still at your office in Beacon. You're going to need it for what I need you to do."

Jaune was still reeling from the information overload Ozpin was giving him. He was getting out. He was needed. But he was blind, he couldn't be much help to anybody anymore.

"Get dressed Professor, time is of the essence."

"What are you sending me to do Headmaster?"

"Team RWBY has gone dark in the Mistrilian Mountains. I need you to bring them back."

A.N: So there it was, what did you think?

I will speak to you all soon.

Ladel