Chapter 3
After the attack
A/N: Milton is Jacob Grimm, but he took a new name. Pinkie Pie: Here it is.
I found B. Nimble's class with Raven's help. She was the girl in the purple dress. We had him together with a girl named Cerise. She wore a a red hood. She kept tugging at her hood. B. Nimble was talking when the blond boy who asked who i was burst in. His crown was slipping. His hands had blood on them.
"The headmaster! He's- Something attacked him!" His face gleamed with a faint coat of sweat and about to turn pink.
"Then why did you come here?" B. Nimble snapped.
"I couldn't find anyone. He's bleeding. Dex can only do so much. We can't leave them alone. I already called an an ambulance, the headmaster needs help now. Please, everyone's disappeared." He begged, clasping his hands together. The sound wave sent blood on his shirt.
"Alright. Show me." Our teacher told him. They left the room. Some people left the class. The rest stayed put. We went left alone for a good two hours. An ambulance had come and gone. Cerise decided that we needed to know what was going on. I was suppose go since he was my guardian.
We went out to find Daring, the blond boy, or someone else. We got B. Nimble. He had a mop and bucket. The water was bloody. He had to clean.
"What happened? Where is the janitor?" Cerise demanded.
"There's a off campus staff meeting. Daring must have checked those classes. Grimm is alright. He'll recover. Go back to class and tell the others classes are canceled. Cocoa, you can come with me." He held his hand out. I took it. Cerise had already left. He took me to the office. I sat on the couch.
"Now, I want you to tell me the truth. Who are you?" He leaned forward in his chair.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"As a rule, we can't just steal children because ours are, well, not how we wanted them, so to speak. And dumping them is frowned upon now. So, what was Grimm supposed to do when his daughter died? We can't go without heirs. That's all this really is. A breeding race. Did. He. Take. You?" His eyes roared with the energy of an inferno and voice crackling with that same power.
"He..." Why did i hesitate? He couldn't be worse than Grimm. Right?
"Cocoa, what did he do?" B. Nimble softened his voice. That triggered a memory of my friend, Dee. She was like my big sister. I started to wail, unable to answer. My parents didn't remember me and I couldn't get back. Who knows what he did to my relatives and friends? He was controlling and scary.
"He... HE TOok me." I cried, making my voice fluctuate too much. He hugged me now.
"No, don't try to talk. Just let it out. You've been through a lot, huh?" I nodded. I'd babble and scream and he'd just agree. I couldn't tell what I was grieving over. Somewhere in that time, someone came to see what the noise was. I think they left because when I stopped crying, it was just us.
"Water." I croaked. I was tired.
"I'll get you a bottle. Just stay put. Okay?" B. Nimble stood, waiting to see if I was ready for him to leave. I didn't stop him so he left. I felt empty. I focused on breathing. My heart was still racing. Slumping back onto the couch, I wiped the snot off my face. I probably ruined his shirt. My skin prickled. I was hot and itchy. What would Grimm do? He'd know about this somehow.
"Here. We'll talk another time. I'm the secondary counselor, too. Do you want to go to your dorm? Who do you know?" He asked as I drank.
"Um, Apple, Raven, Cerise and Ashlynn." I listed.
"I'll call Raven. Don't let this out, but Apple would spread your visit around. Not on purpose. Blondie always follows Apple. She's afraid of Raven, being the daughter of the Evil Queen and all. It's not fair." He made the announcement for her. She came and was a bit confused.
"Mr. B. Nimble, why did you call me ?" She saw me and nodded, understanding.
"Take Cocoa to her dorm. And don't you dare let Blondie get near her. She has no compassion. If this so much as get mentioned on her "podcast", you're personally responsible." He spat with that fire I saw earlier. He took his cases seriously.
"Yes, sir." She gulped. We left together and dodged the crowds. I'd have to learn my way next time. I wasn't fully out of the fog yet. I opened the door, made Raven leave, and rested until dinner. I could eat a little bit, not too much.
"Hey, you going to eat that?" A blond girl with glasses asked me, sitting on the left.
"No." I gave my piece of cake to her. She ate it.
"Hi, Cocoa. I though I'd see how you were." Raven sat next to me on the right.
"I've been better. I shouldn't even be here." I shook my head.
"Whatever-after happened this morning is safe with me. I can't imagine having to stay at Grimm's. Oops." She covered her mouth.
I got up, cursing her and stumbling away. Everyone stayed back, sensing my anger. Blondie tried to get close, but Daring and another boy held her back. The blond girl with glasses had come to help me. I was glad she did. We got to my dorm and I slept, thankful I didn't have a roommate.
Raven's POV minutes earlier
"Whatever-after happened this morning is safe with me. I can't imagine having to stay at Grimm's. Oops." I covered my mouth. How could I be so dumb? What a fairy fail.
Cocoa cursed me, getting up. A ghost of a blond girl supported her. She wore glasses and pretty green sweater. She looked eight years old. More showed up, too many to describe. A man in a trench coat, a ghost too, warned us to stay back or things would get ugly. Blondie of course, wanted to talked to them.
'I warned you,' He and a couple other pulled out guns. Nine of the ghosts tuned into werewolves. One turned into a vampire. Four into a mixture of werewolf and vampire. Eight had magical auras, each one ready to attack.'Five, four, three-' The man stopped counting as Daring and Hunter tackled and pinned her down.
'See? Just do what we ask and nobody gets hurt. It's quite simple.' A tall Japanese man put his gun away. The ghosts that had changed into something went back to human.
'Both of you have a strike. Don't get anymore. We keep track.' The one in the trench coat told me and Blondie.
'I don't think the purple girl meant to upset Cocoa. She was being dumb.' The eight year old girl ghost tugged on his coat.
'Yeah? Okay, half a strike. Help our writer back to the dorm, Sweetie.' He ruffled her hair. Then all but the girl disappeared. She lead her away. Cocoa hadn't noticed any of this.
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