A/N This is my first try at writing anything like this so please bear with me here, if you feel the need to give some feedback please do. This is an AU so expect some things to veer from canon. Salem isn't a threat in this so Pyrrha isn't dead, Blake doesn't pussy out (ha, pun) and Yang doesn't lose an arm. Also, Summer doesn't die when Ruby is a toddler. So yea… on with the fic

Jaune was a simple person, about as simple as can be for a 10 year old aspiring to be a hunter. Even though he wasn't the brightest bulb he knew something was wrong when he visited his home. As soon as he opened the door, the eerie feeling came to him. It was as if an ice cube found its way in between his skin and his spine and just slid all the way down. The familiar wooden floorboards creaking underneath his feet

"Hello?" said a frightened blonde, for his entire life he would always walk through that door knowing that his mother would either be there to welcome him, be in the kitchen or be playing with one of his sisters. This time was different though…

There was no noise whatsoever in the house

"Anyone home?"

He started up the stairs as he unsheathed his practice sword, preparing himself for the unpleasantness that was just around the corner. Literally.

The copious amount of blood around the corner was enough to tell Jaune exactly what happened, add the fact that there was no noise whatsoever…well, it painted a pretty picture for the knight. As he entered his parent's room he saw the two bodies, laid perfectly straight, eyes closed and their hands on their chest. It could have been seen as peaceful, if it wasn't for the fact that across both bodies were multiple lacerations. One that stood out was a deep stab wound in the throat. As could be expected from a child learning his parents were dead he cried, yelled, screamed, cursed, tried to perform black magic, denied that this was a possibility and screamed some more until his lungs burned. After what could've been mere minutes or hours he realised that his sisters weren't there in sorrow with him, his eyes widened in shock as he raced down the hallway and into his little sisters room, where Charlotte, Hannah and Jessica lay in bed. At this time of night he would've thought that it was them just sleeping. But no…

They suffered the same fate as their parents.

Various stab wounds and slashes were found on the trios bodies, which were in the exact same pose as the adults of the house. But Jaune couldn't really say that since the adults of the house were dead.

Backing out, shaking his head he went into the room directly across the hall where the twins, Emma and Georgie would spend hours talking to each other. But even before he walked in, he could hear no chatter about clothes, boy bands or the latest gossip from combat school. Daring himself to open the door, he found the same outcome as the previous two. His mouth was opening and closing again, opening and closing but with no sound coming out. With tears rolling down his cheeks he stumbled out of his sisters tomb and looked into the only other relatives room

His twin sister Jane wasn't home to Jaunes relief, maybe she got out alive. But his room wasn't safe from the rampage. Both beds were turned over, the books in the once upright bookshelf tossed around the room, the once pristine wardrobe was practically murdered in its own right with both children's clothes ripped and tossed aside. The scene was terrifying as this amount of damage could've been inflicted on his twin, his other halve.

But it had been inflicted on his other siblings.

Crying to no one in particular he went to sleep, dreaming of his families faces smiling at him. But suffering because of the dead look in their eyes

(XIXIX)

Even though Jaune went to sleep and didn't wake up until around lunch time, didn't mean that he rested well. But hearing his scroll ring was enough to wake him up, the ringtone being one that he hadn't heard from in months. He was about to decline the call, before he realised it might be the eldest of the Arc siblings, Kaylah. Now excited at the possibility that not everyone in his family was dead. Of course after having this thought, he accepted the call

"Hello?" he asked both excitedly and without conviction equating into something that resembled disappointment. Which was the perfect tone for what was to come next

"Jaune!? It's Aunt Summer, where's your mother? I haven't heard from her since yesterday" this came from a familiar, soothing voice came through the receiver. It came from his Aunty, or at least he knew her as Aunt since she practically raised him alongside her husband Uncle Tai. But for her to call now, meant that she didn't know.

Making him the bearer of bad news

Trying to stifle his tears for a few seconds –Trying being the keyword here- he told his aunt
"I-I came home yester-day *sniffle* an-and" It was about as far as he could go before he completely broke down, he was now in the living room downstairs crying.

"Honey? Look I'm coming over right now. Don't worry, I'll be there in a tic, then it'll be alright." She stayed on the phone while her niece kept on crying back at his home. "It'll be alright, don't you worry. I'm coming up to your house right now. I'll see you inside" and even though she kept reassuring him that everything was going to be alright, it wasn't. Not when the voice that always brought joy hung up on the phone, not when she opened the door and immediately went to hug him. Not when she found the corpse of her best friend and her family dead, not when she took him to her house, not when the local police questioned him.

Not when they said everything was going to be alright

Following the events of the Arc massacre, the authorities agreed to Jaune being in protective custody of Summer Rose and Taiyang Xiao Long, who were both extremely close to the family. During the session there was a brief moment of awkwardness as they discussed his belongings and if he should go back home to collect his things. Of course this was objected by Tai as he looked at the boy in question and made the age old gesture of shaking his hand in front of his throat signalling no. Thankfully the Judge quickly caught on that in order for him to get his things he would have to go back into the place where his parents and most of his sisters were murdered.

But on the way to his new home, he only just realised what had just happened. Of course he knew that practically his whole family just died, but that he was never going to see the smiles on Hannah's face whenever he made her favourite cake, or when he would see Georgie's face whenever she would convince him to help her prank the rest of the family. They would never again need to be scared of her pranks ever again at least. The thought made him smile. Some little voice in his head told him he shouldn't be smiling at a time like this, but he was going to look on the bright side of things. As that was the kind of person Jaune Arc was. Not the kind of person to see the glass half full, but the kind that would say 'get a different glass and pour it in' his mother had once said that to him once, said that it meant that no matter the situation, if you change your perspective on it then it'll seem like…

Like things were going to be alright.

A/N Not going to lie. It kinda got dark there for a second, not to mention really short. But if I continued then I feel like it would've just been dragged out which I don't personally enjoy when reading something. Next chapter will definitely be a lot more cheerful, and contain more dialogue. I just wanted to make a quick introduction. I say things are going to be a lot more cheerful, but I have something planned which will make things a lot harder for the last Arc left. Again, this is my first Fic so please give me some feedback. Until then, make sure to buckle those seatbelts, tip your waiters and have a good night/day coz I'll be here all year