Blood Trailer

A boy with bright red hair stumbled out of his escape pod. His head pounded with pain as his chest pounded with energy. The world around him was strange and unfamiliar. The ground under his feet was black, the air was thick, and the sky was a cold red, as if the sun itself was bleeding over the land. Dark, bubbling pools of liquid lay scatted around him, smelling like death itself.

But the boy felt no fear.

He didn't remember the last time he had that emotion. He remembered how his heart had beat too fast, his throat clenched, his mind raced. A scream had escaped his lips.

But that had been long a long time ago.

Now, as he looked over this diseased plane he felt only rage, rage at the creatures that had robbed him of his life, his joy, his hope. The boy remembered the pain that had once coursed through his body, the machines, the fear, the hate.

Yes he could remember it all. Rage coursed through his blood, infecting his heart, his mind. His hands shook with it.

Anger drove him forward as he walked below the red stained sky, across the black, cracking, stinking earth. He had no plan, no home, and no name. Only rage.

A woman stared out her dark castle window. Her face was pale and shot through with red veins, her eyes glowed as she remembered her past, staring across her darkened plain.

Lost in the past she remembered a time so long ago that only fairy tales and forgotten ruins could remember. A time in which she was different, when she bore the title 'Mother.' The Grimm Queen had tried to forget the time, the love that had lived in her heart when she gazed down at her beautiful daughters. At times her arms still felt the weight of a child. Her heat still felt the weight of their love. She remembered the joy she had felt as she touched their faces.

Yes Salem remembered that time. A time she was happy. When she had been called 'Mother.' No woman could forget that feeling, the weight and joy that title brought.

Rage also burned in her as she remembered the man who had destroyed her love. A man she thought she could love. Ozma - the name burned her mind; rage overwhelmed her love as she thought about him. He had stolen everything from her. Her life, hope, love, happiness. And her daughters.

She would make him pay. Revenge filed by rage burned though her blood.

Rage. The emotion burned in her, she could taste it on her tongue, and she savored it.

The rage consumed her, but it could not make her forget the love she had felt in her heart for her four, beautiful, perfect daughters. She could not forget the longing in her heart to again be called Mother, a longing no amount of power could satisfy.

Dark presence entered her room. Turning, Salem watched as her dark, floating Seer Grimm gently floated toward her. As it neared, its black, reflective surface changed. The Grimm's dome like head reflected what its dark sibling saw.

A human boy. Wandering through her land.

Salem stared at the boy, he seemed lost and confused.

"Why is this boy in my kingdom?" she asked, her voice cold. The Grimm clicked and groaned in response.

The image enlarged as the second Seer flew closer to the boy. His hair was blood red and his grey eyes were filled with darkness. She watched as he stumbled over the uneven ground of her domain, recognizing the rage driving him forward. The boy was unfamiliar to her, he wasn't an enemy, or one of her followers.

As she watched, a dark, hulking figure leaped out from behind a pillar of stone. A Beowolf. The boy froze in shock as the Grimm roared and ran towards him. Salem watched with growing curiosity as the boy leapt forward, towards the Grimm, grabbing a stone as he did.

The red headed boy then used the stone to kill it.

He stood over its fading body, his shoulders began to shake and laughter filled the air. Sick hollow laughter, laughter that called out across the dark plane, "Is that all you have? I don't fear death! I cause it! This beast was nothing!"

The boy continued to laugh insanely as we walked. "Weak?" he asked the empty air, his voice cold as death. "I'll show them. I'll make them regret hurting me. I'll kill them." Pausing, he raised his head to the reddened sky "You hear me!" he screamed, "I'll kill every one of you! Every last one!"

Days past and Salem continued to watch the boy with the bloodied heart. Although he was just a child, he pressed on. He was growing more gaunt. The boy killed every Beowolf their queen sent after him, no matter his failing strength. As the day past, Salem watch the boy's rage grow, fueling him forward. He had nothing but a burning desire for revenge, no one seemed to care for him, no one searched for him. But wrath embraced him, taught him, fed him.

Finally, after watching the boy kill yet another Grimm, drowning it in a dark pool, Salem used her magic to push the doors of her castle open. As she walked across her darkened domain, Grimm rose around her and escorted their queen.

Following her Seer Grimm's vision, she walked with her black monsters. Like her they were filled with rage towards humanity, towards this fallen world.

She walked, until she stood just in front of the boy. Unmoving, Salem watched the boy as he stared at her. Slowly he walked forward, the Grimm parting around him, for he had no fear of her black beasts. His fury-filled gaze stared up into Salem's red eyes without fear.

A cold smile spread over The Dark Queen's lips. Her hand slowly extended toward him. The boy stared at her white palm, the slid his hand inside.

Grimm surrounded the twisted pair as Salem led the boy towards her black castle, and his new home.