Life of a Grimm

Fired!?

  I walk through the open door of Jeremy's office. He looks up at me, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Jeremy is my manager. Some get confused and think it's Lucifer, but then there's Jeremy, the Head of the Death Department.

His blonde hair and piercing green eyes are stern, and already I know what's to be expected.

"You needed me?" I ask.

Jeremy doesn't sugarcoat it. He tells me straightforward; "You're fired."

I throw my hands up. "You can't do that! I'm the only Grimm left!"

He shrugs. "We found a replacement."

I stand there, dumbfounded. "A . . . Replacement?"

He nods. "Not exactly a replacement, but a substitute. Just until we actually find another."

"Don't do this, please! Where will I go? And . . . why did you fire me?"

"You've killed innocents. Only ones on the list can be exterminated."

" . . ."

'Jer, what in the world are you talking about? Innocents? Excuse me? I only kill the ones on the list and those that have sinned so badly their life isn't worth living.'

"What're you talking about? I never killed innocents."

"It's on your record, don't argue with me." he growls, narrowing his eyes.

'What the hell is going on?'

"Like I said, you can't fire me, Jer!" I shout.

He smirks, snapping his fingers. The D.D.S (Death Department Security), a dead-looking man, appears by my side and grabs my arm.

"I just did."

I shrug the man's hand away. "No need for security, I know my way out. After all, I know this place better than some 'replacement'."

I turn to walk away, with only one thought in my mind.

'If it wasn't me who killed the innocents, then who?'