Next-Generation Grimm (A Grimm Fanfiction)

Chapter 6: Brooke and The Beast

I am headed north, toward Portland. There's no telling what awaits me when I arrive.

Ricky says the Grimm lives in a castle, but I don't believe him. I haven't quite gotten over the fright he gave me. Ricky is the Stangebär that joined with me and Bergen's crew. I thought he had left with everyone else, so when I moved on by myself, I kept assuming every rustle I heard was the Mauvais Dentes.

I had just passed the sign declaring that I was "Leaving Salem", when I saw a shadowy figure in the trees.
I immediately dove for cover like Oliver had taught me. The person emerged from the foliage and searched carefully. I moved around behind it. Would this be the confrontation with my predator? I crouched down, then when the man flinched, I sprang.

"Look out!"

I had to react quickly—and the Wesen dodged as well—when he woged and his skin bristled with quills!
Needless to say, he introduced himself and begged me to take him along. I tried to remind him of what Bergen had said, but Ricky insisted. He claims he wants to meet the Grimm. He says that the Grimm could exorcise a Hexenbiest, and that he knows everything there is to know about Wesen, and he has all the weapons and the potions and such. I'm not sure if I believe everything Ricky says, but it will be good to speak with someone who knows what he's talking about, at least. And if I can find him before the Mauvais Dentes decides to strike, so much the better.

My hands are shaking now but at present we are safe. I must write what happened.
In the midst of writing the above, our adversary struck! Ricky got in it's way just in time, so it got a mouthful of spines instead of me. We ran without stopping. We reached a highway and followed that till we got to the city. The Mauvais Dentes seemed to have given up, or at least melted back into the shadows.

"See how dangerous it is?" I tried to tell Ricky as we walked into town. "We're not even armed! Our only weapon is speed, and something tells me we didn't just outrun a Mauvais Dentes."

He shook his head, "I'm staying with you. I want to meet the Grimm."

We arrived at a street with a few small shops.

"What city are we in?" Ricky asked.

"I have no idea," I admitted. Now that we were in someplace more populated, I attempted to make my ruffled clothes more presentable. I straightened my shirt, and a small card fluttered out. I picked it up.
It was a message of two words: "Follow her", signed "SG."

"The Mauvais Dentes must have dropped this during one of his strikes," I surmised, since I doubted anyone else wanted us to follow "her," whoever she was.

"Who is SG?" Ricky wondered.

I shrugged, "Someone from Salem, I guess. Maybe—" I stopped. "Yes! SG might be the initials of the Hexenbiest I ticked off."

We stopped in a local cafe for some food.
"We will need to keep our eyes out for anything suspicious," I had to state the obvious to Ricky. "We still don't know what the Mauvais Dentes looks like as a human."

Ricky nodded, and began glancing paranoid eyes around the room.

I shook my head, "I seriously doubt he's here." I stopped talking and we ate in silence. Instinctively I began eavesdropping on any conversations I could hear.

"...Nobody in Portland wants that. I'm thinking of making a trip out to Tigard to check..."

"...Excited to see how it turns out! It's so great..."

"... and all, but then Cheryl told me about his..."

"...as it should be; I don't want to think how the others will react when I tell..."