The Grimm Book: Scion

Chapter 6

"Let's go!" Scarlet said, and positioned herself to run.

"Are you crazy?" Trent said, taling hold of her arm. "You can't just charge at someone, you might attract attention!".

Scarlet withdraw herself and crossed her arms in annoyance. Trent couldn't argue. They were a rock's throw to the shoes. The blonde star waved to her applauding and cooing audience as she made her way into the hotel's lobby. She wasn't the ideal Cinderella Trent was expecting. He kept his eyes trailed on the diamond studded shoes she was wearing. They looked absolutely expensive and chic, anyone could have interest in them.

The two kept themselves well hidden in the crowd. At the corner of Trent's eye he noticed two men in large coats keeping an eye lock to them. Trent averted his glance. "I think, we need to get out of here" he whispered to his partner.

Scarlet glanced behind Trent and saw the two men, slowly making their way towards the sea of people towards them. Scarlet knew they weren't normal. Their luminous yellow eyes were hard to miss. "Trent," she muttered.

'Time to go!" Trent said, looking back at the twothugs, advancing towards them.

They both pushed themselves out the sea of people, and bolted straight towards the bike. "Ready for another bike chase?" Trent said, adding enough humor to it. Scarlet shot him a murderous look. They hopped into the bike, and she zoomed away towards the city.

The thugs didn't seem to follow them, which was weird. "They're not following us" Trent said, a little confused.

"I bet they were guarding Cinderella" Scarlet said.

"Guarding her?" Trent asked.

She nodded through her helmet. "Whoever's guarding her, must really want the shoes safe".

"But how do they even know we're there?"

"The smell of your blood is strong, it can attract the supernatural" she explained.

"Great!" he muttered under his breath.

"We have to get the shoes tonight" Scarlet said as driving deeper into the city. "If we're gonna do this, we need to be prepared".

She pulled in front of a shop. The place looked battered and old. The windows was caked with dust, the paint has already faded, and the air smelled like a mix of rotten wood and cheese.

"What are we doing here?" Trent asked her.

"We need weapons" she answered, walking towards the shop. Trent followed.

The door creeked noisily, the scent of cheese greeted them in an instant. The place was decked with various items, and different kinds of cheese. "What kind of sick person, would live in here?" Trent said.

"I beg your pardon!?" an thin shrill voice shouted from the counter.

Trent almost fell backwards, but managed to hold on to a pole.

"Hello, Olga" Scarlet said.

The place then was lit up by a chadelier in the ceiling. The place was illuminated by the dim amber light. At thecounter sat an old woman. Her hair tied in a bun, her wrinkled face was covered with make up.

"Oh, it's you" her voice sounded bored, like she was not surprised to see Scarlet at her door. "What do you want?". She stood up and walked towards us.

"We need your help" Scarlet said.

"Who are you?" she ignored Scarlet, and looked at Trent.

Scarlet nudged him at the shoulder. Trent placed his hand forward "Hello, I'm Trent Grimm—".

"What?!" she turned to Scarlet angrily. "You brought a Grimm into my house?!".

Okaaayy... Trent thought.

"We won't be long, just give us what we need" Scarlet answered.

"Fine!" Olga said annoyed. "Follow me, I had enough problems with Grimm's". She led us deeper into the shop.

"What is up with her?" Trent whispered to Scarlet.

"I can hear you clearly boy, I lost my daughter because I helped the likes of you" She led us into a room filled with various items including swords, spears, guns, the like. Trent's eyes widened seeing the wide array of weapons. This shop just got cooler. "Here," Olga said. "Don't break anything!" she slammed the door behind us and left.

"That woman is crazy" Trent said. "What did my kind ever did to her?".

"She lost her daughter, helping the Grimm's" Scarlet said sesrching bullets for her guns.

"Hey, how about this?" Trent said, unsheathing a double-edged sword. It was made of both silver and gold. The weight was just right and the length was just perfect for him, written on the blade was the name: JACK.

"Jack." Trent said.

"It was my daughter's" Olga's voice sounded from the door where she stood. "A Grimm made it for her when she ventured into that bloody beanstalk".

"Wait..." Trent said, confused. "Beanstalk?... You mean like Jack and the Beanstalk?"

Olga nodded, her face darkened remembering the past.

"Wait... Jack is a girl?" Trent said.

"Of course she's a girl, you idiot!" Olga said. "Her real name's Jaqueline".

"Okay, my mind was just blown" Trent said, looking at the sword. "Can I have it? As a Grimm, I should stick to my roots".

"Fine," Olga replied. "The blade is made from a rare kind of silver and gold from the dwarf mines back in our world, so I guarantee you safety with this on your arsenal".

"Thanks Olga" Trent replied, and strapped the sword to his back.

"Now, if that's all you can leave!" she said in her thin shrill voice again, and left.

"Well, she's bck to being mean" Trent said.

"It's almost dusk, come'on, we need that slipper" Scarlet said, and headed out.