*Peaks out from under covers* hi everyone, first off I profusely apologize for this way overdue update, I never meant for it to go un-updated this long but this chapter took a lot of thought and planning and now that I have a plan I am hoping that things will go much smoother, not promising anything but I will make a better effort to update more often than I have been.
I would also like to thank my TWO lone reviewers for their reviews on the last chapter, D Squirrel and ChibiAyane, as for everyone else, please review, I have been having a few really crappy weeks and I just really need the assurance that not everything in my life sucks, so yes this is a plea and I am not ashamed of it!
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He had no idea how long he had been hanging, it had to have been at least a few hours since he could see that the sun was beginning to rise and the gentle wind that flapped the folds of the tent was crisp and smelled of morning dew. Another, more painful inclination, was the burning in his shoulders as they were forced up and back at such an unnatural angle for an extended amount of time, and to add to that was the excruciating pain as a result from all the blood being drained from his arms that left behind a cold numbness in his arms.
Nick tried to keep as still as possible, the slightest wrong move rattled his bruised and battered body with ricochets of pain.
He could only imagine the sight he made; arms extended, feet almost dangling with bruises and cuts that permeated blood. He was looking less like a Grimm and more like an animal strung up for slaughter.
What truly shocked him though was that his evident helplessness and impending doom didn't bring him a blizzard of icy fear, but instead a tsunami of rage. He wasn't some weak, cowardly cub, he was a roaring, blood thirsty lion!
They never should have been able to get the drop on him, with all of his ruthless training with Monroe and harrowing encounters with violent wesen, he should have anticipated the attack and defended himself better. He had been soft though, he had falling for their trap perfectly, his human instincts to help what he perceived as a woman in trouble had warped his Grimm instincts to recognize the threat for what it was. Maybe the best and most logical option for him was to turn those instincts off…
He froze those thoughts in their tracks, his mind internally gagging at what he had been suggesting. Turn off his humanity? What was happening to him? Without his humanity he would become just like his captors, his own mother, an Eneizechen Grimm, and to be like them was nightmare inducing.
His walls were trying to crumble, leaving him vulnerable to malicious thoughts, which was exactly what they wanted. To become like them so that he would willingly take part in their sacrificial plans. He would die before bowing down to them.
From behind the wall a deep roar rattled the bricks, some coming loose and falling to the inky blackness of his mind, and riding the roar was a terrible shriek that grated on his eardrums like nails on a chalkboard.
The manacle around his wrists rubbed against the scabbing around his wrists causing the wounds to open and dribble blood down his arms as he gripped his hands into knuckles, his blunt nails biting into the flesh of his palm, leaving behind crescent moons.
Clenching his eyes shut he did his best to rebuild the wall, bricks magically starting to appear in the places of the missing ones. The roaring and shrieking continued, the wall shaking in seizure like jerks, but was successfully starting to muffle the more bricks he replaced. The last brick felt like a thousand pounds as he started to put it into place, the entity behind the wall becoming even more violent the stronger the wall became and retaliated with a swipe of agony that rattled his complete consciousness. Beginning to lose the fight he grit his teeth and forcibly slammed the brick home, the monster in his head echoing off like a call into a cave.
His body and mind wanted to shut down, thoroughly exhausted from the mental and self-beating it had just endured but he forced his eyes to remain open, the pain he elicited by clenching his hands enough to jolt him awake whenever his eyes started to droop.
He was at his weakest when he was unconscious, and he wasn't going to give his captors any more advantage over him.
Determined to stay awake, he waited for someone to come.
~GRIMM~
(A few hours earlier)
Rosalee passed down another book from the extensive collection to Monroe whose arms were already heaped upon with other large volumes.
Neither had spoken much as they continued to gather books, idle conversation far from their minds and neither wanted to voice their fears about what Nick could possibly be going through. When they did speak it was mainly about what books Monroe had and if he could see a certain title.
Hank had called a few minutes ago and told him that he was on his way, he just had to make a quick stop at the trailer.
Reaching up to the very top shelf she swayed precariously until Monroe managed to ground her once he put the books down and when she was righted she muttered a quiet 'thank you' and easily grabbed the book and carefully climbed down from the ladder.
Taking her own pile she walked into the backroom, with Monroe following her, and placed the books on the table.
"These are all the books in here that would likely have information on this shedding ritual, but what information we do find, if any, will likely be very few. That's why, when we find something we are going to bookmark it then keep going, by the end hopefully what we earmarked will blend together seamlessly" Rosalee's hands never stopped moving as she spoke, her nervous energy finding an outlet in the task at hand as she started to flip through a book, her eyes scanning each word carefully.
Following her lead Monroe grabbed his own book and got started. Lately all he seemed to be doing was rifling through dusty books, first with Nick then Hank and now Rosalee. He was slowly losing his battle against the hopelessness that wanted to take root in his thoughts, with each page he turned another blow was delivered to his fragile frame of hope and he feared that soon that frame would fall and shatter.
He couldn't help but think back to the first time he had met Nick, it was a story that he was sure to tell his grandchildren (if he got that far in life) about the first and honest to god morally good Grimm that he had ever encountered. Sure their first meeting had come to literal blows when Nick believed him to be kidnapping and killing innocent young women, but once they teamed up to track down the real blutbad behind the crimes they had progressed from cop and suspect to acquaintances.
It took a little time, and a lot of bruises and snark, before they finally reached the friendship they had today and it was quite the journey. Now he had Nick on speed dial, and Nick the same.
His grams would likely drop dead all over again if she were alive to see him being best friends with a Grimm, but hey, that was progress and he was more than happy for this kind of progress to continue.
But there was always the downsides to being friends with a Grimm. The constant danger, frantic phone calls for help and ridicule from his fellow wesen friends for even being associated with a Grimm. But he accepted all of this with an open mind, Nick and him made a great team and even better friends, no matter what anyone said he would always value their friendship.
The life of a Grimm was always uncertain, from what he had learned and heard from Nick, his books and his own family, was that Grimms tended to die young and violent. He had known all this when he had become friends with Nick but somehow the man had gotten to him and here they were now, Nick missing, abducted by an insane clan of Endeizechen Grimm to be sacrificed in some ancient ritual.
He never pictured his life turning out this way.
As soon as they saved him (and they were going to save him!) he was going to have such a grilling lecture on personal safety and his constant way of making Monroe lose ten years of his life with each of his life threatening stunts. All this was, was another 'adventure' that they were all going to see through and then someday, they were going to laugh about it. That's what he had to keep telling himself.
A knocking at the shop door captured the pair's attention and both slowly eyed each other before Monroe rose and slowly approached the door, both of their nerves on edge with the news that a clan of Endeizechen Grimm were close and on a wesen murdering rampage.
Turning the corner both breathed a silent sigh of relief at the sight of Hank with a small stack of books. Monroe opened the door and ushered him inside, quickly locking the door behind him and checking to make sure that the closed sign was up.
"I brought all the books I could find that even remotely mentioned the ritual" he explained as he set the three books down.
Rosalee quickly picked one up and started leafing through it, her face pinched in concentration.
"Well it's more than we have" she offered as she sat down in a nearby chair and continued to read.
Hank looked over the array of books that were scattered on top of the wooden table, his eyebrows slightly rising at the vast number that managed to take up all the space on the antique table.
As Rosalee was busy reading through the book in front of her Monroe approached Hank who was browsing his own book. Tapping him on the shoulder he waited until Hank met his gaze before speaking, his voice low so as to not catch the attention of Rosalee.
"Have you found any clues about where they might have taken Nick?" he asked, hoping that there was some kind of lead that would point them in the right direction.
Hank sighed and shook his head, "no, every scene is spotless. They know how to cover their tracks, which means they've likely done this before. I think our best chance at finding Nick is to find out what this ritual entails and the kind of seclusion it would require" Hank explained.
Monroe bit his lip and scratched his head, his unease and anxiety about this whole situation clear on his face.
"There are dozens of places for 'seclusion' in this area alone. How are we going to narrow it down using only notes from an old book?" he questioned, his voice hissing at the end.
The detective did not have an immediate response to the question. The truth of the matter was that he didn't know, with the scarce evidence they had collected and the looming deadline he was beginning to run out of ideas. But if he was being honest with himself, he had been winging this entire thing from the very start and all he could hope for was that lady luck would take pity on him and throw him a bone.
Just as he was opening his mouth to respond he was interrupted by a loud banging from the shop door, the loud repetitive knocks echoing around the cozy interior of the shop.
"Are you expecting someone?" Hank asked instead, looking over at both Rosalee and Monroe.
"No, just you" Rosalee answered, her posture stiff and ready to spring forth at a moment's notice.
"It could just be a customer?" Monroe suggested, his response coming off as a question at the end.
The knocking suddenly stopped and the trio stayed completely silent, waiting to see if the knocking would resume and after a few moments passed and the silence continued they were about to pass it off as a customer who had given up and moved on, that is until the knocking returned, this time more urgent and louder.
Rosalee was about to go answer the door but was stopped by Hank who held his arm out, his other hand resting on the hilt of his gun as he advanced towards the door. His fingers twitched over his firearm the closer to the door he got and it was when he saw who the knocker was did he freeze in shock.
Standing on the other side of the door, looking in at him with a face of stone was his police Captain.
Monroe and Rosalee peered around the corner of the next room and noticed that Hank had frozen a few feet from the door.
"Hank? What's going on?" Monroe whispered, his blutbad senses coming out to play as a response to the possible attack that could be about to take place.
Coming out of his surprised stupor Hank managed to reply, "It's my Captain"
Rosalee and Monroe exchanged confused looks. Why would the police captain be visiting the Exotic Spice and Tea Shop and especially at this time of night?
~GRIMM~
Isaiah looked up from the roaring fire as Sorin limped towards him, the closer he got the quieter the entire environment became as if aware of the power that this man held. He watched as he gingerly sat down on the log beside him.
He waited in silence for the man to speak, having a feeling that it was going to involve him.
"I need you and four of your guys to go into town and collect the other 'participants' for the trials, here's the list and the location you can find them" he said as he handed a folded up piece of paper to him.
As he accepted the paper the thought of asking Sorin how he had acquired the information hadn't even crossed his mind. The man had connections all over the world and being to locate information such as this was as easy as finding dirt in a garden.
"I need the first batch before sundown tonight, do you think you can handle this?" he questioned, eyeing the younger man intently.
He met the old man's stare, doing his best to keep his expression neutral, "it'll be done" he assured.
Rising from the log Isaiah approached a group of three men and one woman that were huddled around a table that was topped with sharpened blades.
~GRIMM~
Confused beyond belief Hank stood in front of the closer door with a slightly gaping mouth and words that were tumbling around in his brain like clothes in a laundry machine. What was his captain doing here? Better yet, what was that book that he was clutching to his chest so protectively?
Monroe hesitantly walked out from behind the doorway and over to the shell shocked detective.
"Uh Hank, who is that?" he asked, having never seen the man before he didn't know if Hank was acting this way because he was a perp. that Hank had arrested before or if he was a wesen that had attacked him and Nick before, either way the sight of the man before him was too much for his brain to process.
Popping his mouth closed he addressed Monroe while continuing to look at Renard, "he's my boss, the Captain of the Portland P.D." he explained, his hand lowering away from his weapon as he took a few cautious steps towards the door.
Monroe's eyes nearly bulged out of his eye socket at hearing this. The captain of the Portland P.D.? Oh this was just great, next President Obama was sure to waltz on in here too for some chamomile tea!
"Oh, okay, uh another question-what the hell is he doing here?!" he urgently hissed, eyeing the apparent police captain on the other side of the door. Just because the man was an officer of the law didn't mean that he wasn't here to cause destruction and mayhem.
Rosalee had come out from behind the doorway and was not standing beside Monroe, having overheard their conversation she was just as intrigued to find out why the Captain of the P.P.D. would be visiting her shop?
"Only one way to find out" with a calming breath Hank relaxed his posture and unlocked and opened the door for Renard who quickly stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind him.
Monroe and Rosalee took an involuntary step back, their hackles raised at the alarming amount of rage and worry that perforated off the man in hacking clouds. There was something about the man's scent that wracked their senses, his scent more than just human but something else as well. Hank took no notice of them as he spoke,
"Captain, what are you doing here?" he questioned, curious and slightly suspicious at his unexpected arrival.
Captain Renard seemed to be having an internal struggle going on inside his mind. His expression was apprehensive and ragged with worry. He played with the fabric that encased the book in his arms, his fingers chalk white from the death grip he had on the book.
This was it, he was really going to do this. After he did this, there was no going back and he would just have to trust that Hank and the other man and woman in front of him wouldn't give out his secret. An overwhelming part of him wanted to fabricate an elaborate story about how and why he had this information but he knew that would never work, from what he did know about the three people in this room was that they were no simpleton, they would be able to see through the holes in his story and dig deep enough to find out the real truth. It was better if he just came out with it.
"I have information that you're going to need if we are to save Nick from the clan of Endeizechen Grimm" he chose his words carefully, wanting them to know first off that he was well aware of the wesen world and that he was willing to help.
If Hank was shocked before now he was well over the moon because did his captain really just tell him that 1. He was well versed in the wesen world and 2. That he had information that could potentially save Nick? Somebody pinch him because he must be dreaming.
Monroe stepped towards the man and purposefully inhaled a large whiff of the man, his eyes closed in concentration as he tried to place the scent but came up empty handed. It was not a scent that he had ever encountered before, it was static with power, musky with worry and hot with rage.
Knowing that Monroe was trying to figure out what he was he rummaged around for the correct way of doing this before speaking,
"I am part Regnant and part zauberbiest, but I can assure you that all I wish to do is help you save Nick before it's too late" he explained, looking at each of the shocked faces before him.
Rosalee and Monroe's eyebrows nearly shot up to the ceiling at the revelation. A royal in Portland? Sure they had heard rumors and stories but they had never believed it to be true. Portland wasn't exactly a kingdom, but it did make sense, being the captain of police would give him enough power to control the law in the city but it wouldn't put him in the spotlight. An even balance.
Hank on the other hand had no clue what either a Regnant or zauberbiest was, all he could safely wager was that his Captain was wesen. The man he had been serving under for almost a decade was something out of one of Nick's books. He didn't know how much more shock his system could take, if he wasn't careful his head would explode.
"I know that you all have questions, especially you Hank, but they can wait, right now we need to focus on finding Nick" without waiting for agreements he strode past the three into the other room and pushed aside a few books to make room for his own.
Not knowing what else to do the three followed him and stood around him as he unwrapped the book and opened it up to the page he was looking for.
"Before we can save Nick from the Shedding Ritual, there is another step that we have to take, we have to cure him of "To mentis obsident", if the shedding ritual is performed while he is still under "To mentis obsident" his mind could invert on itself and there'll be no helping him then. Thankfully, I know how to make the cure, I just need the ingredients" he explained as he turned to face the group that that converged around him.
Rosalee gasped at the mention of the spell. It was one that she had heard many revenge stories about. People would pay powerful blood casters to cast this on their enemy and then slowly they would feed that person such negative emotions and self-hatred that the victim would eventually take their own life. But as far as she knew, no one had ever created a cure for it because the spell was cloaked in powerful dark magic and breaking up the impenetrable structure was nearly impossible.
Hank and Monroe though were clueless about what this spell did exactly and Monroe stepped forward and asked as much,
"What exactly does this spell do and how do you know that they cast it on Nick?"
Having been expecting this question Sean had already had a response planned,
"What this spell basically does is make the victim an antenna for whatever emotions, thoughts etc. that the caster wants to invoke in them, all in order to make the victim do something, in this case the Endeizechen Grimm most likely want Nick to willingly submit to the shedding ritual. And I'm positive that Nick was targeted using this spell because of this…" flipping the page over, he pointed at the 'ingredients' for the spell and read them aloud:
"Blood of the sacrificed, a weapon of purity, clear intent and a receiver. I was looking over the crime scene photos and all scenes had one important element: blood, specifically the victim's blood and it goes without saying that there was very clear intent for Nick to receive" both Hank and Monroe read the entry for themselves and were considerably paler by the end.
Meanwhile, Rosalee had written down the ingredients for the cure and was hurriedly collecting the ingredients from all around the shop, having to even venture down into the basement when a few particular ingredients were classified as extremely rare. When she had finally collected the last elusive ingredient her arms were filled to the brim and she had to take very careful steps as to not drop something.
Seeing that she was struggling Monroe quickly went to assist her and unburdened her load some as he helped set out the ingredients on a clear table.
Sean saw that the ingredients had been collected he picked up the Grimoire and walked to the table he then decisively took off his overcoat and rolled up his sleeves.
"Shouldn't we wait until we know where Nick is before making this?" Rosalee questioned, aware that certain potions were time sensitive.
"No, we need to prepare it now because it takes 12 hours for it to stabilize and over 24 hours before it loses its power and seeing as we only have 4 days, including today, time is not something we have an abundance of" he explained as he picked up a glass jar that was partially filled with crushed white oak and deposited a pinch of it in the pot beside the book.
For the first time since Sean had relayed his knowledge about this spell Hank asked the question that would hopefully move things along.
"What do you know about the shedding ritual?"
This was another question that he had been expecting but unlike the last one, it was not filled with good news.
"I know that it can only occur on a blue moon and with a sacrifice that was born on a blue moon as well. That is rare enough but what makes Nick's case so much dire is because this blue moon will be his 33rd birthday and it is believed that the number three holds significant power in certain circles and with the rare occurrence of a blue moon this could prove to be an incredibly powerful event. If they are successful they're senses will be incredibly heightened, they'll be stronger, faster and nearly impossible to stop" he finished, his hands continuing to make the potion as he spoke.
Hank had read something similar in Marie's entry but to hear it from another source only cemented how serious this whole thing was becoming.
"Is there a way to stop it?" he had to know right now if they was any chance of them being able to put a stop to this before the world essentially ended or if they were fighting a losing battle.
Sean stopped and met Hank's gaze, "the only way to stop it is to get Nick away from them and pray to whatever God you believe in that you got there in time because otherwise you're up shit creek"
Silence followed his response, no one having anything to say after his rather crude and blunt response.
~GRIMM~
Clarissa and her two sisters, Lyla and Bethany said goodbye to their coworkers as they exited the beach shack to take their lunch break.
"So where do you guys want to go? And don't you dare say Tony's because I will slap you" Clarissa threatened, her voice not filled with actual venom but there was a hint of annoyance.
Bethany laughed as Lyla clicked her mouth shut, her eyes giving away that that was exactly what she had been about to suggest.
"How about that little Chinese place by the coffee shop? We haven't been there in ages" Bethany suggested, her mouth beginning to water at the thought of the number five special. Yes, she was definitely in a Chinese mood.
Her suggestion was met with murmurs of agreement and all three climbed into the car and drove off towards their chosen restaurant.
Up in the passenger seat Lyla was messing with the radio and when it came to a station that was playing one of her favorite songs she looked back and gave Bethany in the backseat a cheeky grin then turned the volume up to an obnoxious level and sang along word for word, her voice beautiful as ever but her song choice was quickly grating on Clarissa's nerves, there is only so much Miley Cyrus that she could handle and Party in the USA had to be at the top of her list of songs that she hated.
With a scathing glare aimed at Lyla, Clarissa quickly reached over and turned the radio off, her eyes daring Lyla to try and turn that dreadful song back on.
Laughing at her sister's expense Lyla leaned back in her seat and looked out the window as they drove down the street to the restaurant.
As they drove Bethany reached into her purse and got out her bottle of water and took a long gulp, her skin beginning to dry from the exposure to the air. Passing the bottle up front Lyla took her own gulp from the bottle and passed it over to Clarissa who was eagerly awaiting her turn.
After the water had been passed around they had finally arrived at the restaurant but as they were pulling into the parking lot they were dismayed to find that the lot was completely empty.
Clarissa pulled the car to a stop and all looked at the building in confusion. The place should have been open, while they hadn't been here in a while they could still remember the places' hours and right now should be the lunch rush, so where was everyone?
Getting her seatbelt off Clarissa opened her door, "I'm going to go see what's going on, maybe their hours changed. I'll be right back and just to make sure that you don't try turning that garbage back on, I'm taking the keys" following through she pulled the keys from the ignition and shut the door behind her as she walked towards the building.
As she approached the building she could see a piece of paper taped to the inside of the window and she zeroed in on, trying to read what it said as she approached. It was as she was only a few feet from the door that the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she stopped in place, her senses trying to reach out and find out what had alerted her subconscious.
But all she could hear was the sound of traffic and the occasional bird.
Shaking her paranoia off as nothing more than stress she stepped up to the door and finally got a good look at the writing on the paper, and what she saw made her blood freeze.
Drawn onto the paper in what looked to be blood was the mark of the Endeizechen Grimm.
Her grip on the paper loosened and the paper fluttered down to the ground, the wind catching it and causing it to flutter a few inches away before getting caught in the branches of a nearby bush.
Just as she was getting around to turn around and run she found herself face to face with a man clad all in black and wearing a stony expression that made her heart climb into her throat and her feet to melt into the ground.
From behind him she heard the sound of whimpering and she looked over her shoulder and was filled with fear and rage at the sight that met her. Being restrained by two other men was her sisters. An uncharacteristic growl rumbled in her chest and she suddenly found the strength to move but she didn't get that far when the man wrapped her head in a chokehold and before she could even start to struggle she felt a painful prick in her neck.
As her vision started to blur and her muscles turned to rubber she could faintly feel the arms of her attacker holding onto her as darkness began to overtake her until finally she was out.
If she had managed to stay awake for just a little while longer she would have been force to watch as her sisters were treated in the same manner.
When all three were out each grabbed their own and headed for the van that was parked in the alley by the restaurant.
"That was too easy, I thought they would at least have a little more fight in them" one of the men said as he carelessly dropped his load into the back of the van and closed the door.
"I'm sure the next batch will be more challenging, after all this is only trial one" another commented, as he leaned against the front of the van and watched Isaiah survey the scene one last time so as to make sure that no evidence had been left behind.
It hadn't taken much effort to learn what the girl's had been planning on doing today. All they had had to do was have Michelle follow them around until she learned what their lunch plans were then relay the information to them.
Initially they had been concerned that they were going to face difficulties with abducting them outside the restaurant but upon arriving at the restaurant first they had discovered that the restaurant had gone out of business five months ago and with a quick look around they had found no surveillance equipment. It seemed as if fate had lined up to fit their plans perfectly.
When Isaiah was done he returned to the van and all three piled in, on their way back to camp where Michelle would meet them.
~GRIMM~
(Present Time)
As Sean neared the end of his potion Hank, Monroe and Rosalee were still going through the books that had accumulated on the table, looking for any more information that they could possibly gleam from the books.
It was still incredibly weird for Hank to fathom that his captain was wesen, and it wasn't so much the fact that he was wesen it was more so of the implications that this meant. For starters, the moment that Hank had first seen his glimpse into the wesen world he had become, for lack of a better word, unhinged, and he couldn't distinguish reality from fantasy.
Renard had watched him slowly lose his grip on reality and instead of giving him any hint that he wasn't losing his mind he had sent him to mandatory sessions with the department psychologist. If he looked at it logically, he knew that Nick hadn't immediately told him the truth and had even gone out of his way to make him believe that he was just seeing things but…oh who was he kidding? He was bothered by the Captain's apparent weseness.
Much like he had done the first time he had met Monroe and learned that he was a blutbad Hank couldn't help sneaking glances over at the Captain as he worked on the potion, his eyes trying to catch any slip up that may reveal the Captain's true face. His efforts were unrewarded though because not even a flicker gave away his true self, which surprised Hank immensely due to the obvious tension and emotional ride that this whole thing appeared to be taking on the man.
He wasn't blind. He could see how badly this was affecting the man with the way his eyes never lost their stoniness and his jaw remained clenched together but it wasn't only that that gave away the stress the man was under. Part of being a Detective was seeing beneath the surface and from the completely out of character cursing and earlier observations painted the beginnings of a picture but what really gave the picture shape was the fact that the man was here at all.
While it was true that this was likely the only place that Renard could get the required ingredients one factor that could not be over looked was that he had not only come here, in person, he had also told them the truth: what he was, how much he knew and better yet a way to help Nick. His actions spoke more than words and the picture that was left on the canvas was that of man who truly cared for the missing Detective. It was unclear though how deep those feelings went but right now wasn't the time to ponder such trivial thoughts, now was the time to concentrate on finding Nick.
The silence of the room was interrupted by the ringing of Hank's phone which rang ominously through the air, everyone turning to look at Hank as he pulled the ringing device from his pocket and answered the call.
"Griffin" he grunted, his ears perking to attention as he listened to the information that was relayed.
He couldn't help the sigh that escaped him as he listened and when the caller was finished Hank responded, "I'll be there in a few, just keep civilians back and the area cordoned off" receiving an affirmative Hank hung up and addressed the others in the room.
"There's been an abduction, and before you ask, yes I'm positive that the Endeizechen Grimm are involved because at the scene a Germanic G was found drawn onto a piece of paper in blood that has yet to be identified" he said, all shoulders in the room visibly drooping at the news.
First they had been savagely murdering wesen and now they appeared to be kidnapping them? Just what were the Endeizechen Grimm planning?
A/N: As stated in the beginning rant I really, really would appreciate more feedback/reviews, that is all.