A/N; So yes, this is a new story, again, but don't worry my next story will be updated shortly. School's just been hard on me guys. So I now take up a bit more time due to my schedule, totally not because of Fallout 4 too, but I will upload this story because it has been bugging me. Expect a second chapter as well then wait for the long updates like every other person. BTW, review if you are glad Penny died. I'M A JERK! I do not own the image that is being used.

"You must kill him…"

"No witnesses."

"Death to those who damned you."

"Kill."

"Kill."

"KILL HIM!"

Jaune awoke with a startled gasp, sweat trickling down his head, and held his chest in relief. He held his face in his hands and breathed into them slowly as if he had just ran through an entire Grimm infested forest with nothing but his bare hands and sandals to keep him company. He looked at his scroll on the side of the desk and pulled it to reveal the time which made him sigh in relief.

"Time to open up I guess," he muttered weakly to himself and forced himself out of the comfy confines of his snug bed and warm blankets and soft pillows.

He made his way to the closet and opened it up to reveal a black t-shirt and a pair of dirty blue jeans to the side. In the back was another entryway which was locked tight with chains and dozens of locks. If anyone were to see it some might think that the young blonde boy was insane. Jaune would dismiss those thoughts immediately and ignore it before closing the closet. He slipped off his X-ray and Vav boxers for a pair of white boxers with red hearts on them. He got dressed and looked into the long mirror that hung on the wall and smiled at his appearance. He could always smile at how normal he looked and it reminded him of who he was now, and not who he was before, which brought a smile to the young blonde's face, no matter how bad a day he awoke to.

He exited his room and made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself some more Pumpkin Pete's cereal which starred some random athlete with red hair. As he poured his milk he looked to the box and sighed. His eyes held a story of their own and they held want.

"She must be real lucky to be normal. Athletes, warriors, civilians, and I was born into something else. See you later cereal box, because I must feast or I shall be dead for work today." Jaune stated to the non-sentient box and put it away and made his way for breakfast. He smiled and made his way down to the shop, which was under his very room!

His entire store was made for the shop and his room and stuff which was upstairs. He tried to walk down the stairs and make his way to the door, keyword, tried, but missed a step and tumbled down, rolling into the wall in front of him, that earned another hole in the wall which he would need to duct tape up.

He got up, painfully if I might add, and made his way past the dozens of random items for sale around him. He unlocked the door with his key and flipped the sign on the window to 'open' and made his way to the counter. His store was home to many types of random shit from all over Remnant and was in fact a pawn shop. It was a pretty okay area he chose for himself and he had a few customers here and there who would either inspect his merchandise or buy them. He propped up Crocea Mors on the cabinet and looked down at it with a rather deadpan expression.

"…Three months and you still haven't sold. Three whole months you useless piece of crap!" Jaune grabbed his sword and began smacking its flat edge onto the floor with a very angry expression on his face.

"YOU SHOULD BE VALUABLE YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE OLD! I THOUGHT OLD SHIT WOULD BE EXPENSIVE BUT APPARENTLY YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT!" He shouted the final words to the not sellable sword and tossed it to the ground with its sheath/shield.

He propped up his chair and took a seat in front of cabinet number one which held an assortment of fine jewelry which was real jewelry and wasn't even dull in any standards. He looked at the emeralds, rubies, and his best seller, the diamond necklaces that were put down as the most expensive ones here. He looked to cabinet two which was stocked up on old artifacts from the war for those history guys who liked to come down here. He had a loyal customer, man by the name of Oobleck, who came here to buy new artifacts about the past of Remnant and the history texts he found in the back. Then there was cabinet three which held an assortment of small weapons such as pistols, revolvers, and one double barreled shotgun in the middle for those shoppers who like to go out with a bang. The rest of the store had junk, more artifacts, or a few texts.

But his favorite part was the book collection they had. He loved those fairytales that were propped up nicely in a fine order on top of the shelves. Mothers came in and usually bought them for a cheap price but Jaune purposely made them cheap for those who couldn't pay. He was glad that he could busy himself with stories instead of the nightmares he always got. He was so distracted with his thoughts that he didn't even notice the door opening, or the two people that entered. It was only until someone tapped on the cabinet he was at that got his attention.

He was met with a young dark skinned girl with red eyes and a light mint green haircut. She had a small curious expression on her face, but the boy behind her seemed quite the opposite really. This man was pretty lean and had silver but gray hair and seemed bored to be here. However he did notice that the young man was near an assortment of fine paintings in the back which were all very creepy and gave a real chill to the room. The young man looked at the paintings and shivered before regaining his senses and taking a few steps back. He inwardly chuckled before he looked to the young girl in front of him.

"Hey there, lady, what can I do for you?" Jaune asked with a small smile.

"I was wondering about your jewelry. Is it really real and not just props or stuff? I'm just very curious about them because I've been to a few places with horrible jewels. Not to mention most try to rip me off here." She responded with a slightly agitated expression on her face.

"I can tell you that they are indeed real, but make no mistake I make sure they're not dented or cut in any places. You interested in any jewelry, or is closet boy in the market for some?" Jaune half asked half whispered which earned him a slight giggle from the girl in front and a scowl from the boy in the back.

"No, but I think he's almost coming out, but I was wondering about the jewels. Some look really familiar, like this one. This one looks exactly like the jewelry that a certain gang lord used once. Any reasons for that?" Her smile never wavered in the slightest.

Jaune shook his head and chuckled. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but they are just like this. Most of them are from famous people that I decided to take copies of. Usually helps the people look fancy. Not all of us were born into nobility like some assholes at the top. Not to mention that crime lord is dead. I never knew why, but he was just dead." Jaune finished and smiled once more.

The red eyed girl suddenly looked at the selection of weapons before turning her head to the side. "Can I ask something?"

"Of course." He replied, but later regretted it.

"Do you know about the Ripper?"

He suddenly froze for but a moment and his shoulders tensed. Multiple thoughts were crossing his mind in that single moment, thoughts that scared him to the very core. The moment ended and the blonde boy held up his goofy smile.

"I'm afraid not. I moved here only a few months ago." He replied, but she pushed.

"Really?" She asked, leaning over the cabinet and staring at him with that smile still on her face. "Because it's a really interesting story. About some maniac going about and killing people here, tons of them. From what I hear he had them killed multiple times, and I was just wondering if you'd heard about him."

The boy in the back lost his scowl and instead smirked, but Jaune would not break. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He lost his smile and frowned in fake disappointment. "Nope. Not a word about this 'Ripper' guy, but I don't think we should talk now. How about you look through the jewelry and buy yourself something, huh?" He asked, but the boy suddenly pulled down the blinds and that was when Jaune knew what was happening.

"What the fuck do you two really want?" Jaune asked, losing his gentle and calm tone and instead replacing it with one full of held back anger and gritted teeth.

"Oh it's quite simple. We want you to come with us to meet someone. Someone you will want to talk to. So how about it?" She asked with her smile leaving her face and a frown replacing it.

"…Alright. Just let me…," He stopped moving from the counter once he pulled out a wrench and slammed it into the girl's head, sending her into a rack of old comic books.

"Knock you the fuck out," Jaune finished and leapt over the counter and ran upstairs, avoiding a shot from the other male that was catching up. He ran up and into his room before locking the door and entering his closet. He walked to the end with muffled groans of frustration from the two people outside.

The door suddenly broke down and in came a steaming Emerald with her wound slowly healing and a chuckling Mercury right behind her. It was so simple! They were just supposed to bring the idiot back without causing suspicion but she had to make sure it was really him. How was she supposed to be informed of a wrench! Who the hell even uses a wrench as a weapon?!

"Maybe you should've kept the storytime on the downlow. Don't ya think?" Mercury added and was smacked in the face by Emerald who massaged her head before looking at the open closet. She gave no response and walked in slowly. Mercury kept a bit of distance, but still close, to avoid any traps that might require Emerald to jump back. They got to the end of the small closet and looked at the broken locks which all seemed forced open.

Mercury took the front and did a quick spin and used the momentum to send his kick flying and busting down the door with a simple spin kick. Emerald quickly rolled in with both her weapons drawn and looked around with Mercury holding his hands up. There was nothing here besides an empty little box and a large box which seemed forced open.

"Where'd he go?!" Emerald nearly shouted, but the sound of blade cutting stone caught both of the teen's attention. When they looked back they saw Jaune holding a SR006 Sharp Knife in hand with a sheath strapped onto his jeans left side. The knife was silver but had dry red stains on the entire edge and hilt.

"You two should have left when you had the chance," He muttered with a chill to his voice and began walking towards both.

"Because now the voices are telling me to kill you!" With that he lunged and the two teens both engaged as well.

Outside the Shop

Cinder looked up at the shop with a look of curiosity on her face. Her amber eyes scanning the small building. It had been around five minutes and she was about to call in Emerald, thinking it was a wasted effort and that this was the wrong man they were looking for. However she was stopped by Mercury being tossed out the wall on top of the building and crashing into the street with multiple cut wounds around his body. He wasn't dead, but he would be if it weren't for his aura.

A figure jumped down the hole made and landed with precision with Emerald's head being held up by the figure's left hand. Cinder took in the appearance of the figure who easily took down her two subordinates and looked quite surprised to see a young man instead of an aged man. The blonde hair was now messy and his blue eyes held much anger. Emerald was shown to have multiple cut wounds as well as a stab wound to her knee. She wouldn't die either, but she would definitely remember this as a failure.

The blonde boy looked up and tossed Emerald at her. Cinder watched Emerald mutter a small plea for help before fading into unconsciousness. She looked up at the blonde boy who began walking towards her with his blood stained knife, and he looked beyond angry.

"You come into my shop, attempt to bring me into jail, and think I won't kill you?! You got another thing coming, bitch, if you expect me to sit down like a fucking dog, hoping I'd get a treat, and just go away!" He nearly shouted out if it weren't for the fact that the amber eyed woman held a smile on her face.

"On the contrary, Jaune, I am not with the police at all. Nor am I affiliated with anyone who works with law enforcement or military. In fact, I was hoping to invite the Ripper to an operation. Something you would be able to help me out with, and something you might enjoy as well." The way she said his name brought chills to the boy's spine.

Jaune attempted to run but was stopped by the woman who raised her hand before bringing out a knife. A blood stained knife. He widened his eyes and dropped his blade in response at this action.

"H-how did you…," he attempted to form words at this but was met with Cinder's hand who smiled sinisterly and held out her hand.

"No questions can be answered now, Jaune, but if you come with me and talk like I wanted then I will gladly answer your questions. Especially if you want to find the one you're looking for, but I want you back, Jack." Cinder replied and felt Jaune's hand take her own.

Jaune's eyes were now cold and full of uncertainty. He stared at her hand before grabbing it and looking up at her eyes which had a fire in them, one he felt attracted to.

"Glad you decided to cooperate, Jack the Ripper," She finished with a wicked smile on her face.

A/N; I hope you enjoyed this small piece of Ripper love. Now I wanted to make a few things clear very quickly before you all ask questions that might be from confusion. Jack the Ripper was an idea from Assassin's Creed Syndicate, Jack the Ripper. I also decided to add in another knife wielder from a game I have played, Fallout 4, which I will greatly inform of you later, but for those Fallout 4 players, look up Pickman and you'll know. I hope you enjoyed it, and don't worry about the other stories because I will get around to them.