So here's another chapter, I feel like they aren't long enough but I tend to cut when something boring is going to happen.

At first she had felt fear, then she had felt powerless, then she had felt sadness, but now, now she feels only anger, no anger isn't the the right word to describe this feeling.

What she was feeling was fury, hate, rage, against the Grimms of course, but also against the soldier who didn't even try to protect her family, but most of all she was having these feelings against herself.

For Griza had felt powerless, useless, helpless, and she had come to despise this feeling more than anything, so she had ended it, she had chosen to remplace this feeling with another, one of righteous fury, a feeling that didn't paralysed her like fear but set her free. It burned inside of her, it consumed her body little bit by little bit, she could feel it, she could hear it...

She was once more awoken from her grim dreams by a voice yelling, this time it said "Get out everyone, we arrived !" As ordered she got down from the transport and noticed a note in her pocket, it was from the officer who's name she now knew was Aldric, it said:

Sorry little one, I can't help you any longer, I have been assigned to another region and need to leave immediately. I sincerely wish you good luck, you're gonna need it, maybe we will see each other again, I certainly hope so. Goodbye.

Aldric

Lost in her thoughts Griza took a look at her hunting rifle, that Aldric had given her back once they were at a safe enough distance from the town for him to trust her not to jump off to foolishly try to save her family.

The gun was a rustic old mantlean rifle, with a wood handle and a crude steel barrel, her father told her it had been used in the great war, it would have been described by many as only having a place in a museum, but despite this it had proved to be a reliable hunting tool and able to stop the small roaming Grimms here and there. And at this moment it was the only personal possession she had left.

The reality of her situation hit her with the subtilty of a Goliath, she was alone, she had nothing, the only one she even remotely knew was the same one who ordered her family to be left to die and this one too had ended up leaving her, she had nowhere to go.

How was she even supposed to survive, if she wasn't doing anything the authorities of the small city she was in would kick her out to avoid wasting food, heat and attracting Grimm !

Griza rushed every house in the city, asking if they could let her in, hire her, or just give her food. The first ones had politely asked her to leave, other hadn't been so subtil, some had threatened her with their weapons, or with menaces of calling the police, most of them had simply ignored her, it was probably the easiest thing to do, to pretend she just didn't exist.

Not only did no one accept, but after a while a duo of police officers threatned her into stopping. She had lost hope, the world seemed determined to watch her suffer and die. She crumbled on the roadside, taking a moment to recollect her emotions. In one last stroke of hope she looked up to the sky, and started praying.

"By the brother gods, please have someone, something, anything to help me, I can't continue like that, I need to know what to do, if there is something to do, please tell me..." But only the cold Arctic wind reponded.

She took one last look at the sky with a drowning hope, before resigning to her fate, and as her gaze lowered she saw something, something that might save her life, or at least prolong it, "Army recruitment center".

"Joining the ones who killed my family, this would be a fate worse than death." She told herself, but her stomach started grumbling, and in one corner of her mind there was doubt, she didn't want to die, not like this.

Griza feared death, she had seen the faces of the townspeople moments before their deaths, they were terrified, Griza didn't wanted to fear, in a certain way she feared fear, she wanted to be liberated from her fears.

The doubt wasn't in a corner of her mind anymore, it was speaking directly to her, but another voice had joined, the voice told her that she needed to be strong, strong enough to never be the victim of such horror again, strong enough to save her family as she had failed to do, or strong enough to have the courage to die by their side. She had to be a strong enough for her fury to liberate her from her fears, to allow her to act, to give her the will to fight and die.

Finally she got up, and started to walk in direction of the building, just before entering she got a glimpse of the clock "I sat there for 3 hours ? That's impossible it must be broken". Dismissing it she finally entered the building were her life would be changed forever.

First in case you understood it this way, this chapter or this fic in general in no way want to incite anyone to join the army or anything like that.

Second on a lighter note I must say that when I was writing the script for this story I didn't include any mental problem to speak of, no voices in anyone's head, but when I started writing the first chapter I had this weird pull to start writing about it, same as for this chapter. Maybe I am the one who is hearing voices. But seriously including this will be a real pain to deal with in the future and may even ruin the message of the story.

Thirdly Griza is around 16 years old at this point and James is 18, ah and her name means gray.

Fourth and last I absolutely see this story as a crash test for writing, if I like it I will continue writing fics and probably rewriting this one once I have more experience, if not this fic will by my last, at least for a while, don't worry I intend to finish it anyway, I mean originally it was supposed to be my personal story but in the end I decided to post it here.This author note is way to long.

Looking for a beta-reader pls pm me