PROLOGUE: The Weakest Fights Back
This is story is another that I'd had planned to start a bit after I got decently into my first fic, but sometimes a story won't leave you alone till it's at least started.

Vale Industrial District
Dull ocean blue eyes stared as the rain fell inches away, as a 12 year old boy sat under the small overhang of an office building's back entrance. His hair was drenched and stuck to his face the edges looking mangy as dirty water dripped off the strands onto the ground. The boy shivered his soaked stained grey hoodie doing nothing to protect him from the elements now. Jean covered in rips barely protected the young boys legs as he was sat on his knees. Sneaker that lookd to barely be containing oversized feet while their soles barely clung to the rest of the material. A small pouch filled with lien that was stealthily placed inside the pant right pant leg poked out ever so slightly.

This boy was Jaune Arc only serviving member of the Arc lineage and a victim of the horrible foster system of the outer settlement focused Vale Orphanage. Bullied by kids his age, tossed around from foster family to foster family,and generally forgotten about. The boy who had lived a happy life before this past year sat with more problems then he knew what to do with. Every foster family just wanted the check that came with "Adopting" him and then would kick him out. They'd continue collecting the check until they boy eventually found himself back at the orphanage where the money flow was then cutoff. Then he'd be forced to suffer through being picked on by the other orphans taking advantage of his kindness to target him.

This was the 6th home he'd been kicked out of and the boy had finally had enough. An Arc was suppose to be a hero, a warrior, and a protector. But dreaming to be a hero only got him laughed at, trying to fight back got him ganged up on, and those he protected turned on him just as easily as the ones they were orginally being attacked by. What did pride matter when your stomach was empty, what did stubbornness matter when your body was to broken to continue, what did virtue matter when vice was all you were given in return, what was a boy suppose to do when the world was against him.

Dull blue eyes looked up at the clouds that provided what little drinkable water he could find, but also potential for sickness. Behind the dull listless gaze formed a flame unlike before though this wasn't a kind flame, no this flame burned with wrath at the world and its darkness. This flame refused to be pushed down and trampled on anymore, refuse to put its existance in the hands of others. If the world wanted to crush him, the Jaune Miles Arc was going to fight back with what little he had. The small sack of lien he had hidden in his pants the first moved he'd made against society. A society that didn't seem to want him, and hell it could screw itself.

The young boy stood to his full height which was surprisingly tall for a boy his age. Reaching into his hoodie's one good pocket he pulled out a pocket knife and lien card his dull blue eyes sharpening as he turned around. "I've waited long enough for them to be long gone for tonight." a hoarse voice mumbled as he slipped the lien card inbetween the door by the handle and its frame. Flicking open the pocket knife he began to shimmy it attempting toslip the lien card inbetween the frame and knob locking mechanism.

Building interior 2nd floor
Jaune Arc looked down the hall keeping his eyes peeled he couldn't risk getting caught here. This place was one of the stashes of a local gang that worked with a local cafe chain. They created problems for other cafes to give the chain a leg up on competition and they in return funded the gang. He'd spent the laast week trying to find something like this and his perserverance had paid off. Sure he could've gone for a safer target, but he had no way to get past cameras effectively and he was damn sure not returning to the orphanage.

Slipping as quietly as he could he made his way to the one room he thought was their stash. As it was the one that usually had sillouhettes of people passing through its window often. If he knew enough about people as he thought he did then he knew that they'd probably have the most traffic around their actual stash to make sure no one snuck to it unoauthorized during the day. Cause it's hard to steal from each other when 5 other people could see you doing it.

Normally there wouldn't have been any good opportunity to strike at this place, but the previous week 2 new cafes had just had their opening week sales. Which means that their machines and furniture would all be there. Since attacking a business on it's opening week was dangerous attention wise the gang apparently had avoided doing anything. Or at least that's what the idiots that usually guarded the back door he'd entered through had said. The older member telling the new blood the way around things. Normally they'd apparently wait till at least a month, but the boys were getting stir crazy from boredom and decided to take a chance with this one.

As Jaune approached the intended door he peeked in through the doorway hoping not to get caught by lying on the floor to look in. His efforts were rewarded with him being overlooked as the 2 men standing watch over the loot/armory room. One was rather lanky and the other large and bulky looking more muscle then brain to the small boy. This was his chance and he had to make it count or else he'd die trying. "No going back, that's a promise on the Arc name" He whispered to himself before taking a rock out his pocket and throwing it at a window further down the hall. As the lanky one went to go check out the distrubance Jaune's life finally started on a new path one of survival of the fittest. And he was either going to go down thrashing and kick or making the world regret taking his life and family from him.