My Problem

My problem is her.
Of all of the Grimms, none of them have ever made me feel this way.
None have them have ever seen me before.
And my brother was the reason why.
"Hide, brother. They will find a way to kill you," he would tell me.
And I did, as a good brother did.
But once I found out that they couldn't kill me, venturing out into their realm and returning unscathed, I wasn't as guarded, and there were no threats. What was the point of hiding when you were invincible?
I started heading out to Earth more and more, and finding out what emotions were, what humans were.
Of course, my brother found out, no matter how elaborate my lies were, he would always know.
"Don't go, brother. They have found a way to kill you. I cannot bear another's death on my shoulders," he would say, fooling me with his lies. "You're worth so much than the humans, you're worth much more than me. Come back in, and let us have a drink."
And we would. We would drink until we could no more.
He would always suck me in with his lies, and even though I could recognise them, I would still fall for them, and forget about everything else for a decade or two.
Mother and Father would also make me forget. Forget my feelings, forget my worth, forget my spirit.
And they would also give me more supplicants to mess with, more people to slowly end. The means and method didn't matter, and neither did the body count.
When I met Her, I was sucked right in by her lightness, her pureness, her spirit.
She was them exact opposite of me, but she still had a tragic back story.
I knew that she was the one, and that nothing would keep me from getting to her.
From getting to her.
From making her mine.
The Grimm had guts, took whatever tasks the Story threw at her with ease, which was surprising.
Females weren't usually chosen, but she and another two Grimms were exceptions. They all had the same type of spirit, happy, light, carefree. They were strong enough.
But illness was horrid back in the day, and plague took the former females out, and males continued to follow up after.
The males were all immune for whatever reason, and the Tales took them out, which was boring and pathetic.
So many females were in the running for the chosen Grimm, but sickness took them all, which was a shame. So much potential wasted by the common cold.
Modern technology is an amazing thing, making immunisations for everything.
But Mina. Mina is different.
She's strong.
She has emotions,
She has thoughts.
She has beliefs.
She has personality.
Unlike the others, who thought that their mother controlled their life.
"Mother wouldn't allow it!" was what they both had said, so a cannibalistic grandmother was their end.
It wasn't my fault, and it wasn't my brother's either. It was the Story's fault.
I'm glad the story waited for her.
Until her time comes, she shall fight. For herself. For her brother. For her mother. For her father.
She will fight.
For when she wins, she will be mine.
It is her fate.
And until her fate entangles in mine, she will only be my problem.

Just something I thought of a few days ago.
Seemed like something worth continuing and it grew a few hundred words. Because that's something that happens
spontaneously.
This is a One-Shot, so there is a very very
very slight chance of this growing.

XO,
Zeynep.