So I figured with my other Dark Jaune fic one shot taken care of, I would go for another anti hero, just for the sake of it. Should be interesting.

Also R.I.P Pyrrha Nikos, you were my hero.

In a cabin in the woods

How long had he been here? A day? A week? he couldn't tell, the whiskey really messed with his sense of time. Either way, it didn't matter. Ever since Pyrrhas death, Jaune had been...out of sorts. The last time he saw her, she kissed him and pushed him into a locker to save his life. Why? Why would she go back there? Why didn't she run with him? She died for nothing, in the end, the woman who killed her got away. Yang was crippled, Blake was missing, Ruby was in some sort of a coma, and he hadn't talked to Ren or Nora since it happened. How the hell do you face two of your best friends and tell them they lost a team mate?

Another glass of whiskey down, Jaune threw the glass at the wall. He was all alone, he hadn't heard from his family since the incident happened, he wasn't even sure if they were alive or not, all he knew was that Grimm were everywhere, and those bastards in the white fang had been a part of it. They had helped with the attack on Beacon, and that bitch who killed Pyrrha, he knew they were working together, and the worst part was they were still at large.

The white fang had pulled out when things had gotten bad, heh, typical cowards, first sign of any real danger, they tuck tail and hide, its no wonder all they did was attack the defenseless students and civilians. Too chicken shit to take on anyone who could fight back.

And what did that General say? That we had to wait to plan their next move. Jaune may not be a general, but he came up with a dozen strategies off the top of his head they could have used to track down the white fang. But no, there were too few of them, and not enough intel to go off of. So in the end, he couldn't even avenge Pyrrhas death. To think he had failed her twice in one day, story of his fucking life wasn't it?

Jaune felt the rage curdling inside, they didn't just take his partner, they took his best friend, and at the end...was she his girlfriend? That kiss, he could tell that wasn't just something to distract him, there was actual feeling behind that kiss, not feelings of fear or sadness, but of love...she had loved him this whole time, and where was he? Chasing after the Ice Queen, who up until a month ago, he was not even on positive terms with. How could he be so blind? It all made sense now, her shy looks, how she looked when he mentioned Weiss, her immense joy when they dance at the academy prom...he punched a wall just thinking about it.

He couldn't even think about the happy memories without thinking about the last memory engraved in his brain. He looked over on his bed, and he saw the remains of Pyrrha...the three pieces of her sword, her shield, and her headband. Thats all they found, no body, no blood...nothing, but they didn't need to find it, in a way...he felt her die, he felt her fear and sadness when she passed away. And it was tearing him apart inside.

What do you do when the person who gave you joy was gone? What were you to do when the only person who loved you as a man was dead? Where was he to go now?

Suddenly he remembered something, before the tournament started...Pyrrha had bought him a gift, she had wrapped it up for him, and told him it was after the tournament. He looked over at his desk, and sure enough there it was. It was the only thing he was able to retrieve from Beacon along with her belongings. But what was it? And why did it need to wait till after the tournament.

He unfurled the note attached to it as he glanced over it.

"Dear Jaune: I remember you talking about how some of the other students didn't see you as being a force to be reckoned with despite all the training we did, so when I was out on the town, I came across this t shirt shop, I came across this one, the design was enough to scare me, so I figured maybe with a new symbol, you could add a slight change to your wardrobe, now I bet you're wondering why I saved this for after the tournament, well...because I have something important to tell you, and I'll tell you after we get the tournament out of the way. See you soon, Pyrrha." Was what she wrote.

Jaune felt...empty, the last words she wrote, and it was a note saying how she was going to tell him how she felt, and to add insult to injury, she even thought they were going to see each other again after all this. But he didn't, she was gone, and all he had was an old picture of him. It was one of the few things he had left to remember her by. What was this shirt? And why did she buy it?

He looked at a folded up piece of black cloth, as he unfurled it, he saw traces of white, then what appeared to be a pattern, and then...he saw it in all of its glory.

A skull, a simple white skull on a black background (2004 Punisher: Thomas Jane). She was right, it was intimidating, those dark eyes peering into his soul, promising pain on those who dare to oppose it.

This was Pyrrhas final gift to him...it was at that moment, he narrowed his eyes.

Ironwood wouldn't help him...he couldn't drag Ren and Nora into this...Ruby and Yang were out of the question...Weiss was back home in Atlas, Blake was off doing god knows what...what he was going to do...no one should follow.

He turned to his sword and shield, the tools that had gotten him so far through beacon, he would need them...but that wouldn't be enough, for what he was going to do, he was going to need a lot more, and he knew just where to find them. He grabbed the sword and shield/sheath, and headed out the door. Determined to enact his plans on those who killed his friend.

He looked outside, the night was dark with some rain. He had his hood up which shrouded his eyes, he knew what he had to do...and he was going to do it.

"You look like you're fixing to do something stupid kid." He heard a voice say as he turned his head.

It was Ruby's uncle...the drunken huntsman who wielded a scythe even better than his niece.

"Qrow, didn't expect to see you here." He said watching Qrow reach for his flask.

"Well Ruby woke up, she wanted me to check on you. Looks like you've taken a page out of my book if the whiskey I smell coming from your house are any sign." He said as he smelled the foul stench of alcohol from a mile away.

"The thing about having a large aura...takes a long time to get drunk." He said as he turned away from Qrow.

"You know kid, I may not be the best role model, but even I can tell you drinking your problems away doesn't work." He said once again.

"Good thing I found another way to cope." He said as he turned to walk away.

"Aren't you going to see Ruby?" He asked as Jaune stopped.

"I will...but right now...I got something I need to do." He said as Qrow raised en eyebrow.

"And what should I tell the pipsqueak?" Qrow asked as Jaune thought over it for a minute.

"Tell her...to keep her ears open for any news...I'll be causing a lot of ruckus." He said as Qrow crossed his arms.

"What kind of news?" He asked as Jaune looked back with intensity in his eyes.

"Obituaries." He said as he walked off...and Qrow...Qrow just watched.

"I should stop him, but that look in his eyes...I could break every bone in his body...and he would probably still find a way to get away...kid probably doesn't realize what kind of path he is going down...Damn, looks like he cared about that girl more than I thought." Qrow said as he looked inside the cabin.

"Place is a shithole...seems like he wasn't too focused on taking care of himself."

LATER AT AN ATLESIAN MILITARY ENCAPMENT

"HEY! What the!" A guard was suddenly knocked out by a shield.

Jaune knew he didn't have long, he needed to get what he needed and fast. Who knows how many guards Ironwood stationed around here. He made his way to what he assumed was the weapons cache. Heh, to think that they just had this stuff laying about, this whole situation really was a mess wasn't it. He didn't have time to criticize the guards, he needed another weapon fast.

He opened up a case really quick, not much in there, but he could use the items within. Two dual Atleasian colts, both with leg straps with an extra clip for each one. He strapped the two side arms to his legs before moving on to another case. Next was a Vacuo Assault rifle, precise and deadly, used regular ammunition, but could easily be swapped out for dust rounds, also comes with a scope with nightvision and thermal imaging.

The final case made him stop. Because it wasn't a weapon, rather there were tools, tools needed to fix a broken weapon. He could already feel the weight of Miló and Akoúo̱ in the pack he had brought along, almost as if...they were calling to him. Truth was, he didn't expect to use Pyrrhas shield too often, but the sword, he would need that. It was too valuable to lose, a close range weapon, a long range throwing javelin, and a sniper rifle all rolled into one...Yes he would need it.

Grabbing the tools he made his way from the camp, running as fast as he could. He couldn't be caught, his mission was too important. He couldn't fail again...he wouldn't fail Pyrrha again.

He made a promise...he would hunt down the people who did that to her...and he was going to kill them...every...single one.

Cinder? Dead. Mercury? Dead. Emerald? Dead. Every single member of the white fang who attacked beacon, they were all dead, they just didn't know it yet.

The skull on Jaunes chest almost seemed to glow in the moonlight breaking through the clouds. He looked up, a moon broken into pieces, much like the human soul, all you needed was one bad thing to happen to make it shatter.

You were one bad day...from Being Jaune Arc.

He would not stop, he would not relent, he would have his revenge...No...not revenge...Punishment.