Hello everyone, and welcome to this, probably, poorly written fanfic! I want to state now, that Jaune WILL be OP in this story. But that's because I am basing this story off the original "The Crow" comic by James O'Barr. Though this story will have action, and gory deaths, it is NOT an action fic. This is meant to be a story about the loss of a loved ones, the pain that comes with it, and how it must be allowed to run its course.

With that being said, I hope you all enjoy this story as it develops.

The only thing in sight was pitch black darkness and it felt cold and tight. His hands moved around and he only felt the familiar feeling of splintering wood and the scent of dirt. A feeling of dread filled him as the frightening thought entered his mind, and he began to panic. His body thrashed around the tight coffin, punching and kicking until his fist burst through the top. Without even thinking, he began digging himself out. A pain shot through his chest and a scream erupted from his throat as he finally burst through the wet soil. He fell forward, catching his breath and holding himself tightly. He squirmed around against the floor, feeling the pain of his reawakening muscles pulling and squeezing. He groaned as he came to his senses, realizing that rain was falling, but didn't feel any colder.

He got to his feet, still hunched over. He looked around, but could only see tombstone after tombstone. He stumbled across the graveyard, shaking with each step he took. A black mass caught his eye as it made its way towards him. He flinched as it landed next to him on another stone. He looked at it, nearly hypnotized by it. The small crow was followed by another that landed on his shoulder. He wiped his head to look at the one on his shoulder and slowly reached up to touch the bird before another one landed on his forearm. It stared at him and bored into his soul, telling him something he couldn't quite make out. The first one cawed and flew off. The others followed as did he.

The rain fell harder as he got closer to wherever the crows where taking him, but he knew exactly where he was going. He slowed down as he arrived to an alley way, his feet sinking into small puddles, making him realize he was barefoot the entire time. Two of the black feathered birds landed on his shoulders and directed him to the third one, standing on top of a dumpster, looking at the inside. He didn't argue and reached inside, pulling out a pair of worn, low-cut black steel toed working boots.

The wooden door creaked as it slowly swung open, the three crows flew inside and made themselves comfortable as he walked in, hugging the wet suit coat closer to his body on instinct. He made his way into the middle of the room and looked around. Everything had burn marks and soot. A small noise caught his attention and he quickly looked down, only to see a small dog staring up at him happily.

"Zwei?" He crouched down and grabbed the small corgi. Zwei's fur felt incredibly soft against his skin. But the feeling didn't last, as sudden flashes forced him to drop the dog and drop to his knees in pain. The smell of fire filled his nose. Blood appeared on his body and an multiple ash colored arrows suddenly hit him in the chest. He yelped and threw himself back. He screamed in pain and stood up before stumbling around. The crows watched as the boy relived the painful memories, waiting for them to end so that they could show him what came next. He suddenly ran to a pipe sticking out of the wall, acting as if he'd been thrown, and allowed himself to be impaled through the chest.

The room remained quiet as he slowly looked back, seeing the pipe sticking out his back. It had gone through his heart... but it didn't hurt. He took several steps back until he could see the pipe. He looked at his chest and saw that no blood came out.

It's okay kid. Baby steps. Just like at Beacon...

The crows led him to a room he vaguely recognized. It was a standard room, except for the vanity in the far right corner next to the dresser. The crows landed there as he sat down.

A young woman sat there. Her husband admiring her. She opened a small cabinet that contained a few pictures.

He reached down to the third drawer and found the pictures. They where of the woman, her husband, and eight... children... The tears began to flow as he remembered what had happened to them. He remembered who they where and who he was.

We told you not to look, Jaune...

He sobbed as every single detail came back to him. He screamed and threw everything off the vanity and stood up. He ripped the coat and shirt off his torso and began looking through every single drawer until he found what he the things he was looking for. He quickly changed clothes and sat back down, rummaging through the makeup and grabbing a single black lipstick. He looked at the mirror in front of him as he drew the lines of a false smile on his face, as well as lines going down his forehead to his cheeks. One of the crows landed in front of him and dropped a small box.

"Mooom! Help! HAHA!"

"I JUST WANNA SEE HOW YOU LOOK WITH IT!"

Inside the box, was a bottle of black hair dye. His oldest sister was hellbent on using it on him just to see how he looked like. She would finally get to see it. Jaune opened the bottle and poured it on to his hair, not caring that it spilled anywhere else, or stained his hands as he coated every last strand with the dye.

The rain continued to pour down as he stepped out, pulling the hoodie of his sisters jacket up to cover his head, and pulling his mother's trench coat closer so that the rest of it wouldn't get wet. The crows landed on his shoulders and head, each with a black rose in their possession. He grinned and looked up to the sky and seeing the shattered moon behind the thick clouds that brought the downpour. The crows dropped the roses as he began to walk, petting Zwei as he passed him, and disappeared into the night.