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Chapter One : The Black Ravine

Now. Now is my time.

It was late, the moonlight dappled in specks through the pine trees, painting the ground in its light. It was a cool night, a Chinook blowing over the land, and the mountains above.

And this dumbass was climbing into the fucking woods.

Seven long years, Grimm had seen a... figure, an entity. Seven long years, this creature had been active near their hometown. It had wandered, it had hunted, that was its home.

And tonight? Xe was going to find it.

With each passing minute they were farther into the mountains, a place they were all too familiar with. Their sorry legs trudged them into the forest, shaking slightly as they helped hold up the bag strapped to their back. Xe was exhausted. But they weren't stopping yet.

The wind wasn't the only thing rustling the trees. The mere thought of finding the creature had Grimm thrilled. Could you blame xem? They'd been waiting to find it for so, so long. Would it speak? Run? Attack? There was no telling. But a sweet, syrup-like feeling was trickling into the very cracks of Grimm's being. They were almost drowning- no, just swimming in it. Floating peacefully in the substance of their mind-

Until they fell.

All outside thoughts disappeared from them as they fell- it felt bottomless. The sky above disappeared from view, swallowed by an inky blackness within mere seconds. The bag on the teenagers back nearly slipped from xer grip. They screamed, but it didn't echo. The sound did not bounce back. They were alone, and it was empty.

Or so they thought.

The ravine seemed to close in around them, leaving them blind and hopeless as they hit what they could only hope was water. They became soaked, water splashing into the air, which was hot, humid and heavy, reeking of iron and perhaps chemicals. If the water didn't drown them, the air around them might suffocate them.

They did their best to stay above the liquid around them, arms and legs flailing, chest heaving- that sweet thought of finding the creature had left their mind, replaced only by the need to survive as they desperately writhed to find something to grab. A firm item was felt beneath their hands, and they gripped for dear life; only to be met with a pair of shining white eyes, beady and round.

A scream resonated from Grimm, and they quickly released their grip- but by now it was much too late. They were grabbed and pulled against the current by the figure, held by clawed fingers and furred hands. Another scream escaped, but It was cut off by water filling the humans mouth.

It was too fast. It was too much. As their consciousness slipped from them, they could feel cold air hitting their wet body, and what was left of the moonlight vanished from view.

It disappeared, and Grimm fell unconscious.

Shit.