Sat in the middle of a dark room on a old chair, was a blindfolded and restrained Jaune Arc.

He always wondered to himself on how he really got into these situations.

Whatever the matter, he didn't seem to care very much this time around, as a small snore could be heard coming from him.

The door to the room slammed open, revealing several figures, large and daunting, each carrying deadly sharp weapons. Four men stood in each corner of the room, hand on hilt, awaiting the slightest bit of agressive movement.

The last man to enter growled slightly at the sight. Sleeping? He dares to sleep and rest after being beaten and kidnapped?

A sharp backhand met the captives cheek. Jaune awoke sputtering, shaking his head. "Wh- What's goin' on here? Who turned the lights off?" he mumbled, fumbling with his restraints.

The man smirked slightly, his captive was playing dumb was he? He'd teach him a lesson quickly. "Oh I'm sorry about that, surely I can find the lightswitch around here somewhere.."

Another sharp backhand met Jaunes other cheek. He snarled and spat the leaking blood from his mouth at his captor. Of course, he missed.

"Still got some spunk, don't you? I will admit, you put up quite the fight. Fourty of my men are dead, and another twenty are out of commission." said the man, kneeling down to Jaunes level.

"How is it that a child is able to murder trained combatants, and still be sane enough to think straight? You can't be more than, what, fifteen? sixteen at most?" he said, almost with pity in his voice.

"I happen to be seventeen, if it at all matters. I'm sure this conversation is meanlingless as it is futile. You won't get anything out of me." Jaune said with a low growl.

"Meaningless, perhaps. Futile? Maybe not. You see, I have other meathods of recieving information. I haven't the sightest to who you are and why you do what you do, but I couldn't care less. You've been causing me lots of trouble and now that I have you, it ends. You're the one responsible for the attacks at Port Union."

"Yep, that would be me! I'm glad I'm recognized for my talents. You see, not very many my age have the balls to-" Jaune was cut short when he felt the tickle of a blade at his neck.

The heavy breathing could be heard from the man kneeled before him, "I'm not here to play games boy. Tell me who you are, and what you want, or else!"

Jaune was frozen for a second, still feeling the blade at his jugular. Seriously? An 'or else' threat? He really couldn't have come up with better. "I'm just a kid, lost, trying to find his way back home. Surely you could help me, no?" he said, breathing sarcasm into every word.

The man growled angrily before him, and lashed his blade out towards the center of his head.

Jaune only felt air pass him as he moved his head slightly. "I would be careful with that if I were you. You wouldn't want to kill me, you don't even know who I am, and I'm assuming whoever is incharge of you wouldn't want that." he said, almost casually. "I have a proposition."

The captor barked a laugh, "You think you're in a position to make demands boy? Try me!"

Jaune nodded, "Very well. Remove my blindfold and restraints and have everyone leave the room, save you. Then I'll talk."

"You think I'm stupid? You're a killer! No way in hell." The man responded, heated.

Jaune smirked slightly, "Surely you can handle me, a child. After all, you have my sword. And what am I without it? I only wish for my safety, you must understand."

To his surprised, he heard silence. Could he actually be considering this?

With the raise of his hand, the guards filed out of the room.

Holy shit it worked!

The man walked around and slit his blindfold and cut his restraints.

This should prove to be interesting..

Jaune stood and turned to meet his captor. He was as tall as he was, his hair buzzed, and he wore a black suit. His face didn't say much, but his stance would show that he would shank him if he made any movement. Jaune wasn't sure that he'd be making it very far with that belly of his, though.

He spread his hands, "What is it you want to know?" he said smiling.

Warily, the man stepped back slightly, "You're name, why you're attacking us and who sent you."

"Jaune Arc, you burned my village to the ground and no one. This is my own doing." he said, rolling his eyes.

The captors eyebrow rose, "You would so willingly give up your name.. Before you wouldn't budge. Why now?"

Jaune sighed, "You seem more concerned with the fact that I gave you my name rather than the fact that you killed off my entire village."

"I kill many people, it's only natural."

Jaune nodded sympathetically, "Yeah I supposed you're right. I suppose I can't just keep thinking of you as "my captor" or "the guy", what's your name?"

"I'm surprised you don't know kid, I'm Cho Xe May. I've got my face plastered on nearly every wall in this town, I don't know how you haven't seen me."

"Ah, forgive my neglect, Cho. I must have forgotten to pay attention while I was rampaging through your men." Jaune said, shaking his head.

In truth, Jaune knew who this man was. He was just putting on a show for him. Making a statement, perhaps.

Honestly, it didn't really matter, he would still die here.

"I'm going to have to cut our conversation short here Mister Xe May, I have another meeting to attend and I'm know to be very punctual, if not comedic." Jaune said walking forward.

Cho didn't miss the hint, his arm pistoned forward directly towards Jaunes chest.

The blade didn't reach.

He was gasping for air, feeling the sharp impact to his stomach. Still, another shot would surely get him right?

Cho slashed and hacked at Jaune who side stepped and weaved through his attacks, until he had his share of fun.

"You know, for a crime leader, I thought you'd be better at this!"

He caught the hand of Cho and bent it upwards hearing the satisfying crack of bone. Cho screamed and fell to the floor, crawling back.

He placed foot on Cho's shoulder, "Now look what you've done, your guards will have heard you and more lives will be taken. I didn't do this, you did!" he said with a laugh.

It was anything but funny when Jaune took his knife and hoisted him up and held in a headlock, knife tickling his neck. "Does this situation seem familiar to you? I'm having a strange sense of dejavu here.."

The doors busted open once again and guards poured in, the four from before. "Aw, you couldn't invite anymore friends to the party? How unfortunate."

"I'll do whatever you want! Just don't kill me, I promise!" Jaune nodded, considerately.

Jaune began to walk to the door when the guards raised their weapons to meet his face, "Tell them to let us go. I'm heading for the front gate, and taking you with me as my meat shield. Once we get there, I will release you and leave. Sound like a deal?" he asked, carefully piercing the skin of his neck, allowing the slightlest amount of blood to dribble.

"Deal! Deal! Let him go!" he cried out, ordereing his guards. They looked wary, but let him through regardless.

Jaune made his way through the building, ignoring the weapons that were unsheathed and pointed his way. Cho would only order them not to attack. All the while Jaune was thinking of his next move. After I'm done here I'll head for Junior. That means making my way back to Vale.

They reached the gates, Jaune stepped outside, dragging Cho by the neck out with him. Abruptly he turned back to face the fortress, and it's guards. "Order your men to stop following and go back inside the gates."

"You've gotten what you want! Just let me go-" Jaunes hold on his neck tightned. Cho raised a hand, and again, the guards filed back inside the gates, watching the captive become the captor.

"You know Cho, there was a reason I came here. I'm sure you must be wondering why I stormed your base and decided to leave without having done anything important." he whispered.

Cho nodded, gulping, shivering in the cold night air of Atlas.

"I know it wasn't you who directly killed them, just your men. Hell, I know you haven't even been to Anema. All I know is that you're the middleman for a man named Roman Torchwick. Your men were there, in Vale. They raided a village. Veridian."

"Roman hired my men, that's all! He just needed quick cash!" Cho whimpered, almost begging for the guards to storm his captor.

Jaune reached into his cloak with his knifed hand and pulled out a photo, holding it infront of Cho's face. "I know you were looking for her. Why? What does Torchwick want with her?"

The captives eyes widened, "I don't know! I don't ask him questions, he pays us and we do as he says!"

"What happened to your 'quick cash' excuse, Cho? You're getting sloppy with your lies." Jaune placed the photo back into his cloak.

"I'm sorry, please I'm sorry! Just let me go and I'll handle Torchwick!" he cried, tears and snot dripping from his chin.

"You don't need to worry about that, Cho. His blood will be on my hands." Jaune said, barely loosening his grip.

Cho squirmmed harder, "Then do it! Leave and rid Torchwick of this world! I don't have a care in the world for him!" Jaune's grip tightened tenfold, choking the man.

"I'll be sure to tell him those were your final words."

Almost like his hands were made for it, Jaune carved a smile, ear to ear, on Cho. Blood spilled from his neck, onto Jaunes arm. He was used to it. He shouldn't be.

Jaune sprinted into the forest behind before any guards could catch him.

That night was the first that Atlas had heard of the Jaune Arc, lone survivor of Veridian.