The Joker on my shoulder [#1]

chapter 11

"This won't hurt at all." Grimm told me while I was standing.

He grabbed his scyth and my wrist. He then pressed it to my wrist until it drew blood.

Thick red blood ran down my hand onto the blade of the scythe.

I winced. I glanced over to Taylor who was still on the floor.

I don't know what it'll be like being the Grimm reapers helper.

Grimm took a black looking powder out of his sleeve and opened the lid.

He dumped half the contents onto my fresh wound.

It stung like salt in a cut. My cut instantly healed,but it left a mark there. It was a tattoo of the number 13.

Leo came over to me and put an arm around my shoulder. "Your one of us now, sage."

I looked towards Taylor,he was glaring at Leo.

Grimm glided towards Taylor and took a different bottle from his sleeve and sprinkled it in Taylor's face, he fell asleep slowly. Grimm picked him up and walked out the door.

"What did he do to me?" I questioned Leo

"He made you one of us."

"And what are we?"

"The sin's of grimm."

"How many are there of us?"

"Well, there's a lot but I don't know how many."

"And what's this number tattooed on my wrist?"

"That's your age, it will change each year."

Taylors p.o.v

I woke up not remembering anything from last night.

I got up and had a shower.

While I was in the shower everything came rushing back of what happened last night.

Sage told Grimm not to take my soul, my dead brother was alive, Grimm can't take my soul anymore, and sage is gone.

Now what's going to happen?

The End.