The Grimm Book: Scion

Chapter 2

Where am I?’ Trent asked himself.

He was standing in what seems like an old house—a manor. The place was huge, and the air was wafted in fog. The place was dark, and reeked of rotting wood.  He heard murmurs and voices up in the second floor. Anxiety filled him head with horrible ideas of a horrible death, if it was even possible on a dream.

Trent walked up the stairs as quiet as possible, avoiding steps that made creaking noises that might attract attention to what’s up there that might be the cause of him; stuck in a crazy limbo of despair.

As he move up his pace the voices became much louder and clearer.

Inside was a man, he was standing in the middle of the room. Only his flashlight served as light that illuminated the dark place.

‘Hello, old friend’ a voice from nowhere sounded in the room.

The man grew anxious and became aware of his surroundings.

‘What do you want?’ the man said, a shade of light lit up his face.

It was Trent's father. He was young, maybe in his twenties. His face was pale, and his eyes lingered with longing.

‘I want to go home’ the other voice said.

‘I can’t help you with that’ his father said blankly.

The man stepped out of the shadows. He was maybe seventeen, he had black hair, and his eyes were bloodred.

The guy looked oddly familiar.

‘If that’s all, I have to go’ Trent's dad said, turning his back.

Trent hid behind the door, hoping that he wouldn’t see him.

I'm dreaming. he said to himself. But the thought of what happened the other night made him anxious.

‘How can I help you, if you won’t help me Grant?’ the man said ‘I know where she is’.

Grant stopped, and turned to face him.

‘What?’ Grant said.

‘I know where your daughter is’ the man repeated, his eyes glinted in the light.

Grant lunged at him, and pinned him to the wall. His eyes fumed with anger.

‘She’s dead!’ Trent's dad barked.

The man laughed and shook his head.

‘She’s not dead’ the man said ‘she’s still alive’.

‘Where is she?’ his father bellowed, drawing back his fist.

‘Force, won’t spill the answers Grant’ the man said.

Grant let goes of him, and calmed himself.

‘Read me back to the book Grant, and I’ll tell you where she is’ the man said

‘I can’t’ my dad said grimly.

The man’s expression hardened.

‘What?’ he asked.

‘I don’t have it, my father hid it after what happened’ Grant said.

The man let out growl, his body began to deform, his hands and feet turned into paws, his nose turned into a snout, his ears became pointed, jagged fangs erupted from his mouth and jet-black hair grew all over his body. The only thing that hasn’t changed is his bloodred eyes.

Trent couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the leader of the wolf pack that attacked  them.

The wolf, growled and barked, and pounced straight towards Grant.

He moved quickly, and managed to dodge.

The wolf lunged again barking madly, and scratched Grant on the arm.

The wolf growled at him, and lunged again. But this time Grant was ready. He faced his attacker, and raced his good arm, and the wolf froze suspended in midair. The wolf whimpered, surrendering.

‘I’m not your enemy Garrett’ Grant said.

This is not normal. Trent thought.

Grant releases his grip and the wolf dropped on the ground, and turned back into a human, completely bare.

The details on his face became more visible. His body was lean and muscular, he had a chiselled jaw, his face was serious making his bloodred eyes gleam in the dim light

‘I promise you I’ll send you back’ my dad said ‘I need your help, tell me Garrett, where is she?’

Garrett stood up, ignoring the fact that he was bare.

‘I wasn’t the only one that came out when you opened the book Grant’ Garrett said.

‘What do you mean?' he asked.

‘It means I’m not alone in this world, Grimm’ Garrett answered.

Grant’s eyes grew wide. He knew he made a mistake.

‘Other’s crossed too?’ he asked.

‘No’ Garrett said, his jaw clenched, and his muscles tightened ‘when you opened the book and brought us here. In exchange, someone from here took my place over there’.

‘You’re lying' Grant said.

‘Don’t worry, she’s still alive’ he said ‘but that’s least of your worries’.

‘What’s more important than getting her back?’ Trent's father asked.

‘He escaped’ Garrett said 'and he has no intention of going back.'

‘Who?’

‘Rumpelstiltskin’ Garrett said.

The place shook, but neither of them felt it. They stood at their places almost like nothing was happening. The room spun in circles. The roof exploded, revealing an abyss of darkness. Slowly the walls began to crumble, getting sucked into the vortex. Then Garrett and my dad flew right into the vortex like mannequins.

Trent anchored myself on a piece of loose floor wood. But it couldn’t hold him on much longer. The wood began to break its rusty old nails couldn’t take the pull of gravity. The floor board snapped, and he flew right into the black hole.

Trent shot right out of his nightmare gasping for air. It took him a few moments to regain his composure.

"Good, you're awake" a familiar voice said.

Trent turned to the voices' direction and saw his savior.

"Who are you?" Trent uttered under his breath.

"I'm Scarlet" she said"but you might know me as Red".