Next-Generation Grimm (A Grimm Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: "Reap What You Have Sown"

Dear Diary-

Today I am sore. I have been on Bergen's crew for three days now, and I think they are starting to accept me more.

Bergen, Verne, and Marta have started training me in the various survival skills I need to know if I am going to keep up with them. We spent the first two days talking through everything, and today was my first physical training.

Bergen tested my endurance and my stamina. I was not as fast as he was, but I could still run for a very long time. Verne tested my tracking skills. He took me to a deep forest and told me to find him. It took me almost an hour, but I finally caught his trail and his tracks, and soon encountered him running through the trees.

Marta drilled me in stealth, but I did not need much improvement there. I had been the best at hide-and-seek among the other Wesen at the Kinderhaus for the last two years. I could hide from her for a very long time, and she would have to go into full woge to find me.

I have been learning more about Grimms. Some of it I don't think it's true. It couldn't be.
Nathan says that Grimms go around cutting heads off innocent Wesen. Oliver said that Grimms are the police of the Wesen world, keeping tabs on the different Wesen and slaughtering the ones that the Royal Family would deem dangerous.

"It's as if there weren't any Wider Blutbaden in their day," he grumbled. "To them, a Blutbad is a Blutbad, and off with his head."

I asked if there were any other duties of a Grimm besides slaughtering, and no one could give me a straight answer. Grimms were all cold-blooded, ruthless hunters, devoted to making sure the Royal Family had total control.

They seemed glad to have what they called "someone like me on their side", even though I have no idea what that could mean! What side is theirs? Why are there "sides"?

Meanwhile, Donny, Zephyr, Frida, and Wendy seem to think my presence one big joke. A Stangebar contact came to bring them news, and the four of them managed to convince the poor creature that I chose not to woge because I was a Lebensauger!

I, of course, knew nothing of this till the Stangebar approached me, after staring awkwardly for several minutes.

"It's all right, you know," he said, without a word of introduction. He kept his head bowed, peering at me from behind sandy-colored locks. "It takes all sorts to make a world."

I hadn't a clue what he was talking about.
"Excuse me?" I asked.

He winced and shied from me. "You don't have to be afraid of what you are. I think—" he stopped and blushed bright red.

I waited for him to continue, not because I wanted to encourage him, but mostly because I could not think of anything to say!

He sighed, "You do look very pretty," he announced. "I mean, as you are now."

Now was my turn to blush. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"I mean, you shouldn't be ashamed of the Wesen you are!" The poor guy was trying so hard to be tactful and kind, that I knew it must be something important. I also knew that he must not think me a Grimm.

"What kind of Wesen do you think I am?"

"A very..." there was that strange expression again. "A very kind Wesen, I am sure."

I decided to end his misery then and there. "I'm not Wesen."

"You don't have to be frigh—"

"I'm a Grimm."

He stopped and blinked. "Wh-wh-what?" Fear replaced revulsion. "I thought..." his eyes darted toward the troublemakers. "They told me you...well, they seemed to indicate that—"