The Grimm Book: Scion

Prologue - Chapter 1

In the eighteenth century the Brother's Grimm and Hans Christian-Andersen wrote some of the worlds best fairy-tales ever told. Stories, like Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltskin, Sleeping Beauty, and The Little Mermaid. Most of these stories are work of fiction, and imagination.

Silvertongue's knows otherwise...

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Trent Grimm didn’t know why the uneasy feeling started, but something didn’t feel right.

He kept looking over his shoulder and around the square, but no single soul was in sight.

At the corner stood a little girl, in a hooded jacket, and she seemed to be waiting for the bus.

A low, throaty growl began in the alley beside him.

He turned his head quickly, looking for whatever made the noise.

A disheveled man stumbled out of an alcove towards him.

He staggered to his right a bit bumping into a building, but kept his bloodred eyes trained on him.

Trent took a few steps back, slipping and falling hard on his elbows.

He tried scrambling to his feet, but he just could not get his footing.

His eyes were glued on the man as his body contorted and seemed to break in front of him and turn into a wolf.

‘Oh come on!?' Trent shouted.

Another wolf attack?

He somehow managed to keep his eyes open and winced, ready for the attack.

The wolf leapt into the air, teeth bared, and landed behind him. Once the shock subsided, confusion took over.

Trent took hold of the lamp post next to him, and used it to pull himself up. It took a few seconds, but he realized that he was not the intended target.

Dead ahead the bobbing red hood came to a stop, and she leaned against a post. Things seemed to be moving in slow motion as Trent stood there, paralyzed, while the giant wolf charged at her. His voice froze in my throat. No sound emanated from his mouth. His scream of terror was locked somewhere inside.

What the fuck is going on! I need to warn her!

The wolf was nearly on her when  his voice finally escaped his mouth, ‘RUN!’

The little girl stood on a corner two blocks up. She never heard him screaming at her to run. She never saw the charging beast, and Trent couldn’t run that far fast enough to save her.

The man that turned into a wolf was on her in no time.

He pounced on her chest, sending her to the ground hard, and pinning her poor body there. Her arms and legs flailed in the air, trying to get the beast off her. It didn’t work. In what felt like hours, but really was seconds, she lay motionless.

Trent screamed as loud as he could. Nobody heard. Nobody was around. He desperately searched for a weapon, for anything that I could use to beat off the beast.

Lying in an alley, I found a thick, broken chunk of wood.

He picked it up and ran at the wolf, swinging wildly. It lifted its head and glared at him, blood dripping from the now red snout.

The animal howled and charged at him.

Trent raised my arms in an attempt to protect himself.

The wolf was midway when he heard a gunshot from behind him.

The wolf slowed down, but pushed on. Two bullets followed and pierced through the it's body. It was just a few feet away from me when it collapsed, dead, lying on the pavement. Yet still, his presence still lingered in the area.

Trent turned around and saw a girl, holding a shotgun. She was the same age as him, she was wearing a red leather jacker, and red biker boots, her hair was blonde with red highlights at the tips that accented her amber eyes.

She came towards him, and offerred her hand.

Trent took it, his mind stin sick in confusion.

Trent looked toward the motionless body, and he still didn’t see anybody, any human being in sight, except for him and the girl that saved him.

How is it possible that all of downtown is empty? Where the hell is everyone?

The girl walked towards the dead wolf and lit it on fire. Slowly the murderer beast disentegrated to ashes.

The closer Trent  got the more red liquid he saw. She didn’t move. He slowed down even more as he neared her. Fear crept in as he neared the body.

‘Fuck,’ He leaned into the street and vomited.

He looked back down at what used to be the little girl in the red hood. Her lifeless eyes stared straight forward, her mouth frozen in a scream, and her throat was missing, ripped out by claws. The crimson liquid stained the ground beneath her soaking Trent's clothes in her blood.

Trent's mind flashed him images of his sister. Even though he never knew her, it still pained him seeing the little girl.

He could feel the vomit rise in his throat again.

Out of nowhere, wolf howls ricocheted in the area.

"There's more of them" Trent said.

"We need to get out of here!" the girl said.

Trent dialed in 911, hoping that they can have proper ceremonies for the little girl.

He followed the girl to her motorbike, and mounted it.

"Listen to me" she said mounting her motorcycle with her up front ‘no matter what happen you hold on. Okay?’

He managed a nod.

"You hold on tight" she said.

Trent followed her and tightened his grip around her waist.

She put on a helmet, started the motorcycle and the next thing I knew we were racing towards Cliffside roads.

"They want the book!" Trent said. "Faster!"

The girl tigthened her grip on the handle, and zoomed away.

Behind us a pack of large wolves came tailing us from behind, leading them was someone Trent knew.

He's from the book!

"They just don't want the book" the girl said. "They want me".

She turned into a sharp curve trying to elude the wolves but it turns up tailing them from behind.

The wolves got close and scratched the back of the bike emitting sparks from the friction.

She zoomed towards a four way intersection. Trent kept his head lowered hearing the buzzing horn of a ten wheeler truck as they made it across just by second before the almost collision.

Blindly, they rammed straight through a large window of a warehouse, sending Trent back to close unconsciousness by the impact of the collision.

‘Trent, stay with me’ the girl called.

Trent was out balanced and we both fell off the bike skidding across the ground in a shower of sparks.

"Get down!" the girl shouted.

She pulled her gun and sent a volley of bullets towards the advancing attackers.

Their vision became blurry and when it cleared they were alone.