I'm still here, but Bergen and the others are not. I am alone once more, and it's all my fault!
Yesterday afternoon, I had gotten a gang together and we worked to free the Reinigen. Some watched the Hexenbieste as she ran errands in town, and others came with me to open all the cages.
Of course as soon as we got them open, the Reinigen scattered in their human forms without so much as a thank-you.
We all then had to vacate the area as well, because the sun was setting and the Hexenbieste was on her way back. I wondered briefly what her face might look like when she saw the empty cages. What would she do about it?
Bergen didn't even noticed that we had done this thing. We were all back together sharing a hodgepodge supper on the other side of town by nightfall.
Bergen kept glancing around. We chalked it up to his usual paranoia, but then the others started to seem nervous as well.
Connor nudged me, "Look!" he said.
In the dim light of the nearby streetlamps, we could clearly see the Reinigen Wesen we had just liberated, still loitering around town.
How could they do such a thing? Didn't they want to get away? I wanted to jump up, to scare them all out of town and make them promise never to come back. I never got the chance.
Oliver came slinking back. I hadn't even realized he was gone. Bergen caught his eye, and Oliver nodded. Bergen swore and jumped to his feet.
"Idiot!" he roared at me. "What have you done?"
What did they figure out? "I-I-I—"
"You just had to meddle, didn't you? You had to tip off the Hexenbieste!"
I started to tremble from head to toe. "I didn't mean anything! We made sure she was gone!"
"We?" Bergen glared at me, "You brought others with you?" He gestured to his crew. "You dragged my crew into this?"
"What's wrong, Bergen?" Marta asked, reaching out to comfort me.
"Oliver caught the scent," he growled. "There's a Mauvais Dentes in our shadow." He looked around at the horrified stares. Marta shrank away as if I had just woged for the first time. "We are all in mortal danger," he jabbed a finger at me, "but only as long as she is here. If we leave her behind, there's a good chance that he will track her instead of dogging us."
"Leave me alone?" I was so shocked that I squeaked. I had never seen a Movay Dont, and I certainly didn't want to have to face it on my own!
Bergen frowned at me, "I'm sorry, but it's just too risky for us to stay together. We've taught you everything we know," he shrugged toward me, but kept his distance as if he didn't want any more of my scent on him. "You'll survive; you're a Grimm." He turned to the rest of them. "All right, everyone, pack up! We're rolling out in an hour."
I'll never forget saying goodbye to my closest friend after Mau-Mau, Marta. She stood as close to me as she dared.
"G'bye," she muttered.
"See you later," I replied, as if saying it would make it true. I felt the heavy pendant thudding against my chest under my shirt, and suddenly I wanted more than anything to seal our bond by telling her the thing I promised myself to tell no one.
"Marta..." I tried to find the courage, the right words to say.
"Yeah?" she asked.
I shook my head, and the urge to tell passed. It was not a secret for this day, but another. "Never mind." How long would I have to bear this thing before someone could tell me what it meant?
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Next-Generation Grimm (A Grimm Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(Written halfway through Season 3 or so... before anybody knew what The Keys were for, so some of the info included is outdated, but the OC's were fun to write, anyway!) As it turns out, Trubel wasn't the only Grimm Nick didn't know about. Twin Grim...
