WARNING: I have absolutely no knowledge of the Deep Web other than videos I have seen of people that have visited the site and shared their stories. There will most likely be references from Welcome To The Game in order to keep this up. The things mentioned about the Deep Web are most likely real. Things mentioned now and in the future may be disturbing, and not suitable for some readers. You have been warned.
A Fanfiction Inspired By Blue Exorcist.
I do not own Grimm.
I do own my OC.
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I slammed my fist into a wall, creating a hole that I knew I was going to have to fix later.
But that's not the problem right now.
You see, doing what I do in my private time as a hacker reveals things that no one should ever see. Me being use to things like dead bodies and strange homicides, stuff on the Deep Web has no affect other than the twinge of anger at the sight of Red Rooms where people get tortured, and watchers getting the chance to request how to torture said people.
It's disgusting, but not as disgusting as what's deeper within the Deep Web. The deeper you go, the darker it gets. It's almost like a cave leading to hell... There's no end.
It can start off as selling drugs and guns, to hidden cameras in bathrooms and homes, to sending a picture of someone and having a fellow hacker find that person for you and your sick desires, to cults requesting sacrifices, to cannibals requesting for 'food', to Red Rooms, to sex slave rings, to the unmentionable.
But what I'm seeing right now... What I'm seeing right now is unlike any other. A little girl who- I don't want to even think about it. Of course, I didn't hesitate to shut the broadcast down, find the IP, send it to authorities of that area anonymously, and double up on my security for precautions. I swear, if they didn't save her-
I sighed and buried my face in my hands. There were more. Many more children and teens like her... Even adults... I wish I could save them all.
I look at the time. Three in the morning. With a sigh, I left the basement and reset the security to a new riddle like every time I leave. As I stepped into my room, I strip my shirt off and collapse on my bed.
I laid there for a while, mind blank. Wanting to get as much rest as I could, I forced my eyes close. Half an hour later of tossing and turning, my body finally decided it was tired enough to finally go to sleep.
The one thing I hated most - being woken up. When I heard the familiar blaring of Japanese heavy metal coming out of my phone - rousing me from my slumber - my extra appendage thrashed in irritation through my disorientation.
I blindly reached out, groping my nightstand for my iPhone. I took it in my hand and slid my thumb across it, not bothering to check the caller ID. "What?" I snapped at the person on the other line.
"Well, good morning to you too, Juno..." My eyes open groggily at the familiar sarcastic voice, "Hey, sorry about waking you up in like six in the morning, but I'm kind of in the hospital right now-"
My back was instantly off the mattress and I was now sitting up, eyes wide open, "What? What happened?"
"I'm fine, if that's what you're wondering. It's just that- Remember my friend that I told you about? Y'know, the Grimm?" He whispered the name, "His girlfriend was put into a coma by a Hexenbiest. We gave her an antidote to stop the effects and she finally woke up, but... Some of the effects took it's course. She doesn't remember him. And only him."
I ran my fingers through my hair as I got out of bed, "That... It must be hard."
"Yeah, and to add onto it, one of his closer friends saw a Wesen go full woge and you know how that goes."
"Shit."
"Yeah. And I called you because I kind of need advise on how to handle this whole situation. I've done stuff for him, but this isn't exactly my cup of tea."
I sighed. "First off, this friend of his needs to know. Like now."
"Ditto."
"The girlfriend?... Asking the wrong person."
"Can you at least talk to her? I'm the only one here with her to keep company, but it's getting pretty awkward." He paused, "And she really needs a fellow lady to talk to right now. You can come over to my place for dinner to make up for it! Fair warning, it's all vegetarian."
My hand clenched around my phone as my eye twitched almost unnoticeably, "Okay. And Monroe-senpai?" I emphasized the honorific.
"Uhh... Yeah?"
"I'm a man." I stated darkly before hanging up and tossing my phone onto the bed.
The moment I stepped into the hospital, I cringed at the smell of medicine that strongly reminded me of chemicals. What do these people use on their patients? My God...
"Juno!"
I turn and see Monroe walking towards me. He looked rather... frazzled. Once he got to me, he motioned me to follow him. I tried my best to ignore the fact that he kept staring at me the whole entire way to the room.
Getting slightly annoyed, I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. The Blutbad flinched and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "So uh... You really are a guy?"
"Yes. I've checked." I rolled my eyes.
Monroe snorted and shook his head. "Sorry, it's just... Now that you've told me I can see it now."
I nodded my head in agreement. I've gotten that a lot back in Japan, all of the nuns had no idea I was a boy until I decided to correct them. From that day on they mention how they can see that I was not in fact female... But that didn't stop the horrors they tried to put upon me. I shiver at the memories. I still have nightmares about them...
"Anyway, even if you aren't a girl, I think she'll still need this."
I almost wanted to snicker at the hidden meaning. Of course she will think I'm a woman like everyone- Oh God, Nick and Hank think I'm a girl don't they?... Well, their reactions will surely be funny.
Soon, we stopped at a door and Monroe held the door open for me. I stepped inside and my eyes immediately set on a woman wearing a hospital gown. She had long red hair - that I was pretty sure wasn't her natural hair color - and hazel eyes. "Oh, hey Monroe and... Juno, right?" She asked, putting away the book she was reading.
I nodded my head silently as Monroe set a hand on my shoulder, "I thought that you two could talk and... yeah!" He nods, "I'll be going, gotta help Rosalee with her shop."
We both watch as he leaves the room before turning to each other. There was a long awkward silence before Juliette averted her eyes. "So, uh... Monroe said you don't talk much?"
I shrugged my shoulders - as usual - and made my way to the chair that was at her bedside. I sat myself down and watched silently as she shifted uncomfortably. "Are you okay?" I ask.
She seems to be surprised by my question and she opens her mouth to answer, before quickly shutting it. She shakes her head and throws her hands up in the air, "No? Yes? I don't know! It's just that suddenly I wake up, find out that I've been in a coma, and that I've had a boyfriend for two years now. Can you just imagine that? Finding out that there's someone important to you and you don't even remember who they are?"
I blinked at her, unaffected by her outburst. I mean, I'm a bit surprised that she exploded her inner turmoil at me, but it's understandable. So I did what I thought was best and answered her honestly. I shook my head.
Juliette sighed and rubbed her eyes that surely were beginning to water, "I'm sorry. We don't know each other and-"
I interrupted her by taking off my backpack and unzipping it. I pulled out a container that had a healthy slice of strawberry shortcake cake, or in shorter terms - strawberry cake, with a fork already inside. I placed it in front of her on her tray before pulling out my laptop. I quickly typed in my over complicated security pass and pulled up Netflix.
She looks at the both of them in confusion before looking at me, "What is?..."
"When I'm sad I eat cake and watch horrible movies."
She stared at me a little longer until it finally hit her on what I meant. Silently, she moved her hands up in front of her to type slowly on the laptop. New Year's Eve. She pressed the play button before opening up the container, almost immediately taking a bite.
Juliette once again rubbed her eyes, looking back at me, "Thank you. This is delicious."
I simply nodded, leaving her be with her much needed time with sweets and movies. While she did this, I stared out the window and went on my phone.
Only a couple of hours later did the movie end and visiting hours were over for me. Juliette once again thanked me before I left to go to work.
I sighed when my phone vibrated as it's ringtone played. I pulled it out and answered it, "Katsune."
"Hey, it's Nick..." My steps faltered, "We got a case. Jarold Kampfor came in, said his daughter's missing, she's seventeen."
I felt my heart nearly stop. Shit, girls in their teens really hits a nerve, especially with what happened last night. "On my way." I hang up and practically sprinted out of there, not bothering to put my helmet on once I got on my motorcycle.
I tried my best to slow down my quick steps, my hands clenching and unclenching to relieve the urge of punching another wall. Hey, for all I know, the girl could have ran away.
The moment I entered the office and to my desk, I plopped onto my seat, startling the three other occupants. I take out my laptop and open it before looking up across from me to see a man with short blonde hair and a beard he clearly hasn't shaved for a few days. I extend my hand out to him as he watched me wearily, "Juno."
"Uh..." He shakes my hand, apparently surprised by my casual greeting, "Jarold."
"So, Jarold, what were you saying?" Hank turned back to the man.
"Yeah, uh..." He ran his fingers through his hair nervously, "Lisa's family in Texas were pretty angry that we left." He shook his head, folding his hands on top of the desk. "Uh, accused me of breaking up the family, and things got pretty heated, which is why I left the way I did, but I haven't spoken to them in over ten years."
"I know that you never liked them man, but in all these years, you never talked about them like they were crazy enough to do something like this." Hank said.
"Yeah, well there are some things about your family you don't even tell your closest friends." At this statement, I inwardly agreed with him considering my heritage.
He sighed. "Alright, give me a name."
Jarold tapped his pen on the table as he thought. "Hayden." He looked up. "It's his sister I married. Hayden Walker. Do you really think this is..."
Nick cuts him off, "Well it's a start... What happened when your wife died? Did they come to the funeral?"
He shook his head. "No, they treated her as if she never even existed."
"I thought you said Hayden lived in Texas?" Hank says.
"Yeah. He does."
"Not anymore. He's here. Working. Even got himself a record." He read off his screen, "Four traffic tickets in two months. One disorderly conduct."
Jarold sighs. "Yeah, that sounds like Hayden."
"Is he a mechanic?"
"Yeah. It's the one thing he can do."
"I know where he's working."
I look up from playing with my sleeves when the name finally registered in my mind. "Wait a minute..." They all look at me as I ask the blonde, "Does Hayden have any knowledge with computers?"
He thought for a couple of seconds and nods, "Yeah. My wife told me he was into that stuff before we met."
As soon as he said that, my fingers were flying over the keyboard. "I've seen him."
"What?" Nick was as confused as the other two.
"He does what I do, but he sucks." I stated bluntly before clicking a button. Immediately on everyone else's screen, it showed my own. They looked at me, bewildered, before back at the screen.
Nick read it aloud, "WalkingHay. $45,000... Wait, is this a site for paying guns?"
I nod, "Only thing is, is that it's not easily accessed and illegal." I began typing again, their screens showing new windows being open with overly complicated codes on them. "Location of access and payment... Texas." I remove the content from their screens, close everything, and then shut my laptop close.
"Let's go." Hank stood up, taking his jacket.
Him and Jarold went ahead while I packed away my laptop. "Hey, Juno." I look up, surprised to see that Nick was standing there and putting his jacket on instead of going with them. "I know this isn't exactly the right time to say this, but... That-" He points at the computers, "Was amazing."
I swung my backpack on as I processed what he had said. Instinctively, I tugged my hood farther up while my face began to heat up in impossible temperatures. "I-I... uh... e-er... T-Thanks..." I stuttered out before rushing up ahead and nearly crashing into the wall in the process.
I took my chance the moment Jarold and I were left alone in the car outside. I was dead set on helping this man find his daughter, and I know this sounds a bit extreme but, even if it kills me I'll get her back to her father.
The amount of girls and boys I've seen on the Deep Web is horrifying and one day I hope that the government will actually make an effort to stop it, but that's just false hope. Yes, I may be a cop, but I know that the government is a dick and I even know some of the things that they're hiding that's strictly classified. Let's just say I had a small glimpse through Area 51's security cameras.
Anyway, I turn to look at Jarold who was bouncing his knee anxiously. "Jarold." His head snaps over to me from the window, "Do you have anything from your daughter? Like a piece of cloth?"
"Uh... I think I do..." He said as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a pink handkerchief, "Why?"
"This sounds weird, but I might be able to find her by using that." I stated simply, pointing at said object.
He looked skeptical, but gave it to me anyway. I nodded at him and placed it in my hoodie pocket. Good, he didn't ask how I was going to find her with it.
"That's Hayden." Jarold said an hour later, pointing at one of the men sitting in front of the trailer. "And I'm guessing those two other guys are his sons, Todd and Kyle. They were kids last time I saw 'em."
"All right, listen, just stay in the car. Let us handle this." Hank told him before the three of us got out.
Instead of going ahead with them, I instead stepped over to the side. I angled my body into a certain direction in order to keep any line of vision catching me press the pink handkerchief to my nose and inhaling deeply.
Got it.
I didn't even glance at Jarold when he came out of the car and marched up to the group, shouting that he knew that they have Carly. I sniffed the air around me and I frowned. She was definitely here. Not caring if I looked like a dog sniffing around the air, I finally catch a wonky trail.
I walked towards it rather slowly, afraid of losing it since it's sort of scattered. It wasn't until I heard the rattling of metal did I snap my eyes open and look over to a well.
I ran over to it and looked inside. I cursed and pulled my gun out, pointing it at the group as my partners finally noticed what I was doing as Jarold went up towards the men, "She's in there." I jerked my head to the direction of the well, stepping closer as both Hank and Nick ran over to it.
Jarold is suddenly held back by the men in a rough manner, I cursed and ran towards them. Pocketing my gun, I tossed my backpack elsewhere and took off the long object on my back, ignoring their shots towards my partners.
The moment I saw one of them point a silver gun at Jarold on the ground, a burst of speed went through me. I saw the world around me blur before my sleeved weapon made contact to the one about to blow his head off in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of him as he stumbled back and fell, I kicked his head to knock him out and doing the same to his gun in order for no else to take a hold of it.
"You two, go get her!"
I look up to see that the oldest of the group, handling a cane, was pointing at the direction to where the three ran. My face remained blank as I watched them run. I trust that Nick and Hank can handle it.
I turn my direction back to the remaining three opponents. They all don't have their guns for some reason- aaaand they're definitely Coyotl.
They all stumbled back in shock once they realized that I can actually see them. "G-Grimm!" One of them shouted before growling and lunging at me.
I duck away from his body and gave a good kick to his back. I cried out in both surprise and pain when a hit was landed on me from behind, sending me flying into the dirt.
Damn, that's really going to hurt later. I was about to stand up, but a hard kick was sent to my face, something that will definitely bruise. I barely noticed that I was kicked again in the stomach, wounding my extra appendage that's wrapped around me in the process. Now... I'm mad. Not because I was getting beat up, but because it was sinking in that these were the men who were going to do things that girl was extremely unwilling to do.
Instead of the man's foot making contact to my head once again, I caught it in my hand. My head hung as I supported myself up with my elbow. I slowly look up to glare darkly at his yellow, glowing eyes.
I pulled his foot roughly to make him lose balance and fall. Shooting up to my feet, I knock him out with my weapon before turning to the next one swiftly. He was pretty buff, but that didn't faze me as I punched him across the face. Instead of letting him stumble and fall, I grabbed the front of his shirt and threw him straight into the trailer, causing a huge dent in it.
I slowly turned to the last one. The leader of the family I'm assuming. Fear was clearly in his eyes, but his pride overpowered it. He was much quicker than the others, and it was proved by once again getting hit in the face.
With a feral growl, I grabbed his head and brought my knee up in order for it to slam onto his head. He screeched in pain before I whacked him in the head with my weapon, successfully knocking him out.
The area was deathly silent as I looked at the damage I did. That was fun to be honest. I finally got to vent out the rest of my anger from both last night and today.
"Holy shit..."
I look up to see that my partners, Jarold - who had went after the two Coyotls -, and his daughter, Carly, have finally came out. Nick especially looked amazed by it all. "Did you?..." Jarold gestured to all of them.
Using the sleeve of my hoodie, I wipe away the blood dripping out of my nose. I walked towards them, pulling out a pink handkerchief as I did and handed it to Carly before continuing to walk on towards the backpack I had dropped.
We're gonna need a lot of handcuffs... Damn, how am I going to explain what happened to me to Monroe during dinner?
Monroe knows that Juno is actually a guy now! I wonder when Nick and Hank will find out...
