Grimm chpt. 4

Pyro was on his way to Magnetos office thinking about the new girl they had just taken in. Mystique had taken her to show her where she would be staying and was probably letting her know more about the training they were going to give Grimm for her powers. He couldn't help but think about the constant look in her eyes, like the life had been sucked right out of them and she was just a walking empty shell of a person. She probably would have creeped him out if he had met her in other circumstances, but since he already knew so much about her she intrigued him. Seeing what she would be capable of should be interesting.

Arriving at Magnetos office he just entered without knocking, like he always did when he was expected. Magneto was sitting in his chair reading the file of Grimm they had gotten from the asylum. Without looking up he spoke.

"Sit." he said motioning to the chair across from his desk. Pyro did as he was told.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked impatient, he was still tired from their trip to Japan.

"She likes you, you know." Magneto said looking up. He laughed when he saw the look on Pyros face. "The girl, she likes you. I could tell by how she studied you. She is an odd one isn't she." he said. Pyro knew this wasn't why Magneto had called him to his office so he just sat silently, nodding. Magneto continued. "I have to go away on business for about 2 weeks, and during that time you and Mystique will begin training Grimm."

"Alright, I don't know how much of a help I can be-"

"You've been through this; you weren't the mutant you are today when we first took you in. Besides, Mystique will know what to do, just follow her instructions." Pyro was still confused and kind of mad; he knew this would take up almost all of his time. So he had been through it too, big deal. He didn't want to be this girl's shoulder to cry on when she was having a hard time. There had to have been another reason why Magneto chose him and not someone else, something he didn't want to tell him. And knowing Magneto he was probably never going to reveal that reason, so Pyro just put it into the back of his mind.

"Alright well, if that's all I would like to go to bed now, I've had about 5 hours of sleep in the past 2 days." he said growing impatient.

"Then be on your way." Magneto said as he went back to reading Grimm's profile. Pyro stood and went straight to his room, and fell right to sleep.

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Grimm had been rolling around in her new bed for what seemed like hours. She couldn't sleep; her mind was racing with all kinds of different thoughts. Mystique had told her what to expect from the training but Grimm knew that this Magneto guy was not to be trusted. He had said he would unveil his plans to her gradually, which was fine with her, but she had this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something just wasn't right. She figured Magneto was using her as a weapon against the humans, and probably didn't give two shits about her, which she was fine with because she wanted what he wanted, all humans to be wiped off of the planet. However, she was still uneasy about something and she couldn't figure out what. In an attempt to relieve her mind of these thoughts she decided to go and explore more of her surroundings.

Grimm wandered around in the dark, feeling the walls with her hands. If there was one thing that she was comfortable with in her life, it was the dark. It brought her peace and she felt more alert and safe when it was dark, not only because she could see but the fact that others couldn't was a great advantage in many situations. Also her senses seemed to get ten times stronger in the dark, which had saved her on many occasions when she was living on the streets.

She came to a door and stopped. It was made from soft wood and had many carvings on it that were too old and faded to make out. She slid the door open to reveal a huge room with a desk at the end of it and a big window letting in the moonlight. There were bookshelves on either side filled with old books covered in dust. She walked inside to look around and closed the door behind her.

There was an engraving in the cherry colored desk that read 'Eric Lensherr'. Must be Magentos real name. Grimm fingered the fine carvings on the drawers and then opened them to take a look at what exactly this Magneto guy had been up to. She found a file that was labeled 'Layla Frost' and opened it. Most of the papers were from the asylum files, all of which Grimm had already seen. She skimmed through them quickly and stopped short when she came upon a picture she hadn't seen in almost 12 years. It was the picture her mother had taken of her and her half brother, Logan, at a campsite they used to camp out at in the summer. She must've been around 6 years old, but she couldn't remember how old her brother had been. She had barely seen him when she was younger because he didn't get along with their dad at all. They were constantly fighting in the middle of the night and eventually it got so bad that Logan just moved out and only visited every few months. This picture was taken only a few weeks before he had just disappeared altogether.

Grimm had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice a figure stroll into the office until she was grabbed from behind, her mouth held shut so she couldn't scream. She dropped the file and the papers scattered all over the floor as she struggled to break free.

"What do you think you're doing?" It was a guy's voice, and he sounded really pissed. She bit his hand hard, not releasing until she tasted blood. He yelled and stepped back, grasping his hand in pain. She took the opportunity and bolted out of the door but he was right behind her.

He caught up to her before she was even all the way out, tackling her to the ground. He then grabbed the back of her shirt and threw her against the wall. It was someone she had never seen, a young man with silver hair. He held his bloody hand up against her neck.

"Why were you going through Magnetos desk!" he yelled. She just coughed, gasping for air. "Answer me!"

"I can't breathe..." she said barely above a whisper. She started to feel faint and the anger inside of her grew until it felt like her whole body was burning. "STOP!" she yelled. He let out a cry of pain as a black fog formed around his body which eventually turned him to ashes. She looked down at the remains laying by her feet. Serves him right...fucker.

"Well I guess we know now not to piss ya off." Pyro was standing at the end of the hallway with nothing but his pajama bottoms on, holding a plate of food. Grimm jumped at the sound of his voice. She didn't know what to say, she had just killed one of his allies, but he seemed to not care in the least bit, which just made her more confused. He walked over and stood next to her, staring at the pile of ash on the floor.

"I hate to admit it, but the guy had it coming." He was totally calm. What the hell is going on?

"I just turned one of your people into ashes and you don't care...?" He looked up at her and laughed at the look on her face.

"I'll let you know a little secret, you aren't exactly on the side of the heroes here. Does Magneto seem like a good guy to you?" She shrugged her shoulders, definitely not. "Yeah, I didn't think so. He'll probably just wish he was here to witness your power, that's all he cares about."

"What do you care about?" Grimm asked with a childlike tone she had mastered on the streets. He looked up at her totally caught off guard, the question was completely random, but not. She reminded him of a curious little girl, not just her voice but the way she held herself, like she was so frail. It was a strange question to ask, and for some reason he couldn't answer it. Sensing this, she spoke again, "If you're at all like me, then it would be just one thing."

"Yeah, what's that."

"Vengeance." Her demeanor changed entirely when she said it, like someone had stolen her innocence, and she wanted it back. He could see her angry-at-the-world attitude perfectly because it reflected his outlook on life. It turns out he has more in common with her than he thought.

"Do you know your way back to your room?" he asked wanting to change the subject. She walked past him towards her room, leaving him with a final thought.

"You should figure out what you're fighting for."