A/N: "The days of hiding in shadows are over, but the nights of vengeance have just begun." ~Eve of Distruction
It's finally here! The long awaited battle between the Grimm and the Ogre! I hope you enjoy!
Nick arrived at the trailer in his car. Quietly getting out and locking the doors, He came up to the trailer and rapped on the door three times. The door immediately opened and Hank quickly ushered him inside.
"Where's Monroe and Rosalee and Juliette?" Hank asked as Nick stepped into the trailer and he shut and locked the door behind him.
"They're coming." Nick replied. " Trubel?"
"Here, Nick." Trubel replied from further inside the trailer. She stood next to Clarisse and was dressed in a night black sweater underneath a bullet proof vest. Her hands were covered by black leather gloves, and she was wearing the same leather boots she'd been wearing when she had first met Hank and Nick. She swung her machete's case over her shoulder and sheathed the knife in it.
"Put this on." Clarisse murmured as she handed Trubel a large, navy-colored coat. "It'll hide the machete. And I put three daggers in there just in case."
As Clarisse and Trubel exchanged words, Nick opened the weapons cabinet and pulled out a large suitcase, and placed it on the table. "What's that?" Trubel asked, walking over with Clarisse to stand by Nick in front of the table.
"You'll see." Nick murmured. He unstrapped the two leather belts that held the case, and opened it. Inside was the biggest gun Trubel had ever seen.
"Woah…" Trubel gasped as Nick lifted up the gun. He smiled and turned, holding the gun out to Trubel.
"This is the Siegbarste Gewehr." Nick explained as Trubel took the gun from him, "And this is the weapon that Monroe used to kill Stark. If you dip it into... this-" Nick turned and picked a large bottle of reddish liquid off of one of the shelves- "this stuff's called Siegbarste Gift. It's a poison specifically made for killing Siegbarste. It shatters the wesen from the inside out."
Trubel stared down at the gun she was holding and then at the large bottle of poison Nick was holding, before handing the gun back.
"I'm not using this, Nick." She muttered, looking down at her feet.
"What?" Nick asked, "Why? Trubel, this is the only way you'll be able to kill him."
"No. I know this sounds selfish, and it probably is- but. I want to kill this guy my way. I don't want him to die an easy death. I kind of want to...I want to ask him something."
"Trubel. That's suicide." Clarisse said softly. "You need to kill this guy quickly. If you give a Siegbarste even a moment off-guard, he'll take advantage of it and you could die."
"Just by doing this, I've got a 50-50 chance of surviving." Trubel replied "I want to do this my way. Nick, Clarisse. Please."
Clarisse and Nick looked at each other and both reluctantly agreed; knowing that this was Trubel's fight and not theirs.
Three raps on the door interrupted them, and Hank walked over and opened the door, letting Monroe, Rosalee, and Juliette in.
"We're here." Monroe announced as he came in. "It's 8:48" he said as he checked his wristwatch, "I'm surprised he isn't here sooner."
"Gives us more time to prepare." Juliette said as she walked over to Trubel and gave her a hug.
Suddenly, the sound of an approaching vehicle hit their ears. Hank grabbed at his holster and walked quietly to the side of the window and shifted the curtain a bit to look out. He bit his lip nervously and turned to look Nick in the eyes before nodding. Juliette unembraced Trubel as the young Grimm moved to stand beside Nick.
"Well there goes our time to prepare." Nick muttered. He glanced at Trubel and saw she was trembling, her hands gripped tightly into fists, but there was a fire in her eyes that Nick had never seen before.
"Here. At least tell me you'll take the poison." Nick said as he placed the gun on the table and held out the bottle of Gift to Trubel. "Just, have it on you in case you need to use it." Trubel nodded and took the bottle before shoving it into one of her pockets.
"You ready?" Hank asked, tension evident in his voice. Trubel nodded curtly without turning to him, her eyes were now locked rigidly on the trailer door. "Remember, Wu and the Captain are hiding outside the trailer just in case things get out of hand."
"It won't matter." Trubel replied. "I'm going to kill him."
"You sure will." Hank agreed, deadpan.
Their short conversation was broken as a loud banging noise came from outside and and the trailer shook. Then an angry shout came from outside.
"I've come to kill you, girl!" Stetson yelled, "Come out of hiding and face your death!"
"Nick, Clarisse. Juliette, Monroe, Rosalee. Stay here. Don't come out until the fight's over. Whatever the ending." Trubel whispered as she opened the door of the trailer. "And Clarisse, make sure nothing happens to Nick- okay?"
Clarisse nodded and Nick watched morosely as Trubel stepped outside to face the battle that could possibly end her life. And there was nothing Nick could do but watch.
{ GRIMM }
"It's a good thing that the police saved you." Jacob said as Trubel stepped out into the clearing, the door shutting and locking behind her. "Now I get to make you suffer twice before you die."
Fear flared up in Trubel's heart, but she pushed it down as she squared her shoulders. She was here to fight. To survive. Not to die. She was going to win this battle, she assured herself, and avenge her parents' deaths.
She pulled two daggers out of her pocket and held one in each hand as she faced her opponent. She'd fought with two weapons at once before, and she found it actually quite effective when she was outnumbered in fights; and in this case she was outsized, so she needed all the extra armory she could use.
"I'm here to kill you. Not to chat." Trubel replied candidly,. "And if I can't, it won't matter to me. Either I'll kill you, or you'll kill me. Only one of us is going to walk out of here today, and I don't plan on dying."
"Well neither do I." Jacob replied as he woged into a Siegbarste and charged dead-on at Trubel.
The monster raised his hand to deliver a blow and Trubel ducked under it, bringing the knives up as hard as she could into his arm.
She immediately jumped backward, distancing herself from the monster as he shouted in pain. The two blades embedded in his arm stuck out like candles on a birthday cake as he struggled to yank them out of his arm. Trubel calmly slipped the third dagger, one that was quite a bit bigger than the others, out of her pocket and waited for the Siegbarste to attack again.
"You...you b*tch…" The monster growled as he wrenched the daggers out of his right arm and threw them as far away from himself as he could and into the forest. "You actually penetrated my skin...you'll pay for that!" He attacked again, quicker this time, and used his leg to sweep Trubel's feet from under her.
But Trubel saw through his attack. She jumped over his leg and brought the third dagger down hard into his shoulder. He bellowed in anguish as Trubel pushed a small trigger on the handle and the knife protruded into three prongs, cutting through the Siegbarste's skin like paper.
He dropped to his knees in pain as he struggled to remove the third knife from his shoulder, and Trubel spoke. "I did my research-" She said coldly as she unsheathed her machete, "on your kind's weak spots!"
She swung the machete down at the monster's other shoulder, but he caught her hand before it could penetrate flesh. "Well then... you should also know my kind's not the type to go down so easily!" He yelled as he tightened his grip and dislocated her wrist. Trubel grunted as her hand popped and her machete fell from her hand to the ground. Stetson took advantage of her momentary weakness by delivering a hard blow to the stomach.
Trubel lurched forward, nausea sweeping over her, before the monster immediately followed up with a barrage of blows to the face. The Siegbarste shoved the dazed Grimm down face-first onto the ground."I hope you enjoy having broken bones." He sneered,"Because you'll be having so many before I'm finished with you!" And with one foot, he raise it up and stomped it down hard on Trubel's left leg.
Trubel howled in anguish as what felt like fire erupted from her ankle all the way through her body, and pain seemed to radiate from her bones. Immediately, she knew her leg was broken.
Before she could register what happened next, the Siegbarste bent down and grabbed her by the hood of her jacket, and with one huge movement sent her flying across the clearing and back-first into a tree.
Blackness threatened to cloud her vision as Trubel landed hard on a bed full of pine needles, but she was glad for the bullet proof vest Nick had given her earlier-he was sure her back would have broken on impact without it.
She reached her good hand into her coat pocket, and to her shock found that the bottle of Siegbarste gift wasn't there. Frantically, she searched the clearing and found the bottle a couple feet away from where she lay, its contents half emptied onto the ground.
The Siegbarste calmly walked towards the broken girl. His grin remained plastered to his face as he raised his hand. Trubel's eyes widened in horror as he revealed her machete, clutched in his bloodied hand.
She knew she was done. This was it. She'd been on the run for so many years, killed so many wesen, and been through so many foster care systems and mental asylums...and it had all lead to this.
But at least she had found Nick. Finally someone who had seen the same things she had, had done the same things she'd done. At least she knew she wasn't crazy.
She closed her eyes and prepared for the inevitable.
And with one quick motion,
the monster swiped the machete
into the flesh
of a blonde haired girl.