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Fantasy Grim and Grimmer

Henry appeared with the group and sighed taking a sip of his flask as he looked at all of the fresh meat and chuckled as he looked forward and watched the newbies- "Oh...new recuits...gotta love this...alright lets get to work...mary?" He stood there and looked like he had no care for any of these children...it was just a job to him as he sat and waited for the ok
 
Lilith had heard the conversation with Bram and Sam, which also intrigued her. She was in fact hiding something, and even Bram saw it, and considering he's been a bit out of it this morning clearly meant she was loosing her touch.


Curious, Lilith was going to press more on Sam about her past but Mary and Zak proceeded in demonstrating the fairly simple rip to get to the newbies first job. She sighed, stepping through the portal after everyone had already stepped in. She couldn't be bothered making her own rip, and she was interested to see how these newbies cope.


Unexpectedly, she entered the familier hallways of a high school, student's bodies littering the floor. She sighed, trying to control her anger. These kids were not much younger than her. They shouldn't have had to die. Even though Lilith was used to seeing all variations of death, this hit the heart. She wasn't sure why, this high school was much more eloquent than her previous high school, but with all the bodies staining the floor with their loose blood pissed her off.


She smirked, seeing the horrified faces of the newbies. Even Sam seemed on edge. She leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Imagine you in their position. How awful it would have been to lose your life so early." She chuckled, straightening when she saw Bram enter from his own rip.


She sidestepped over to him and asked, "You see it to don't you?" referring to Sam's attempt to seem 'new', 'innocent' and nieve.


"She's hiding something, and I want to know." She muttered, leaning on her red, black accented scythe. This job gave her the perfect opportunity to find out. 
She then saw another guy turn up, anxious to get to work. She chuckled, "Dude chill. We've got time."
 
He chuckled looking over at the newbie as he pulled out his scythe and played with it waiting for the okay- "You know newbie...i dont think you should be telling me what to do" He smiled and chuckled as he sighed and looked at the kids then over at mary- "Please tell me the police killed the bastard who did this.." He shook as a quiet rage built in him...he then remembered he had the instant cure for that in the form of the rum in his flask- "Well...might as well get friendly...the names Henry Walker"
 
She laughed, shaking her head at his insult of 'Newbie'. "I know I haven't been here as long as you, but i've delivered a hell of a lot more than most, and i'm just as anxious to get this over with as you, Henry" She emphasised and drew out his name, just getting on his nerves to piss him off, but intrigue him to keep as an ally. She could smell alcohol in his breath, and instantly knew she wanted some.
 
He chuckled and looked around the area making sure lana was no where near as he threw her the flask chuckling loudly- "Well...you either have to be great at your job or you either have to be able to look good at your job" He smiled and sat back and sighed looking at his mothers locket once more beofe putting it away- "So introduce me to the fresh meat"
 

Bram glanced over at the smell of alcohol and sneered at the sight of vodka.


"Seriously? Do you have no respect for the dead?" Bram spat. "Put the alcohol away, you're on the job."


Bram has a bad experience with alcohol. His father for starters was an alchoholic and we all know how that turned out for Bram. And then on the streets, he had to sell it and seeing what it did to people...

 
She huffed, desperately containing herself from taking a swig. She tossed it back to Henry with a shrug. "He's right." She mentioned, turning to the dead children lying on the floor. It looked as if they were just asleep, dreaming of candy and gifts. Instead they were dead; lifeless and gone. Why does the truth have to be so dull?


She turned back to Bram, seeing as he too felt on edge. "I have respect. My curiosity just get's the better of me" She answered truthfully, gesturing to the dead littering the floor. "And they're not going anywhere. But the killer, that's a different story." She eyed Sam, who still looked as if she would be sick. She wondered if Sam had anything to do with this murder, then thought against it. She wouldn't have the guts... or would she? Sam was hard to read, and still Lilith was trying to figure out who she was behind her exterior.


Someone highly jacked up would do this; like herself. She tried to convince herself that she felt bad for the children, and she did, but her the sensation she's kept hidden to enjoy these killings, much like the killer most likely had, crept forward. She took a deep breath, trying to control her thirst. She was a Grimm. They transport souls. They don't rid humans of their right to live. Only psychopathic maniacs do that. She sighed, letting out all of her energy. She might also be a psychopathic maniac. All thanks to her history, something she didn't want to remember. 'Thanks Bram...' She thought, trying to contain herself from remembering her painful past.
 

Ren didn't enjoy how everyone was so on edge. He was on a edge a lot too, sure, but that didn't give everyone else permission to be on edge too. Ren sighed and follow group through the rift, taking off his glasses and placing them into his pocket. In all honestly, Ren didn't exactly need his glasses, he just kept then as a 'disguise', if you will. The fiery-haired male found the newbie interesting.


Not in a bad way, as Lillith or, say, Henry would think. Maybe even Bram. Everyone seemed to think she was hiding something, which, she probably was, but Ren wished they would leave her alone. At least, not tease her. Ren coughed, ignoring all the dead bodies, and gestured Lara -- or Mary(?) he wasn't really keeping up -- to show the newbie how to cull already

 
She took a deep breath. So this is what mass murder looked like. She had never, could never, would never, do anything like this. Anything she might of done- She shuddered. It was an accident, and you were provoked. It was kill or be killed. She kept breathing. Just breathe. If you're gonna do this job then you have to get used to this. She straightened her back slightly and waited for instruction.
 
Zak tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for everyone to show up. After a few minutes he finally decided that everyone had arrived and handed Mary a small vessel made from spider threads.


"Watch closely, okay?" she said, walking over to a still boy with a bullet hole in his forehead. "Just put your finger over their heart and the soul will come to you." Her finger hovered over the boy's chest and a light blue sphere drifted out of his body. It almost seemed to follow her finger, as if lost and needing someone to lead it. She gently guided it into the vessel and closed it. "There. This is called Culling. See, it's simple enough when you know how to do it. Make sure you keep the vessel closed unless you're putting in another soul so that it doesn't escape. Just get a vessel from Zak and do what I did to one of the dead."


"Two more things." Zak announced as he handed out the vessels. Each one was roughly the size of a fist. "First of all, don't screw up. It looks simple, and that's because it is. But because of that people get too relaxed and make mistakes, and you do not want to mess up here. You are responsible for these people having a happy afterlife, and you're going to feel pretty damn guilty when it's you fault that someone ends up a ghost. And two, no matter how you feel, remember that you are not allowed to use your powers to kill those who are still living. If you do that then Lara will personally see to it that you never see the light of day again."


Nolan grabbed a vessel from Zak and walked over to the closest child. Despite the gruesome scene around him his hand remained steady as he Culled the soul. Oh, he was very aware of how depressing it was to see these kids' life end, but after doing it for so long one learns to automatically push it to the back of their mind. It was a job, after all, and they couldn't let their feelings get in the way of that.
 
Sam took the vessel and walked over to the nearest corpse, a young girl with blood staining her shirt. She put her finger over the heart and the blue orb floated out. She guided it to he vessel and waited, leaning comfortably on her scythe.
 
Lilith scoffed as she took a vessal from Zak, his eyes watching her every move. 'What? You think i'm going to kill the dead? Haven't succeeded yet.' She thought as she walked over to a dead boy with his neck slit open, his blood staining his hair and chest around him as he lay motionless on the cold tile of the hallway. She felt as if Zak had said that just to let her know he suspected something and warn her, or if he just generally needed to tell the newbies that extra bit of information.


'Typical...' she thought as the small blue orb that was this little boy's soul slowly glided into her gentle hand from his heart. Yes, her hands were capable of doing so much more, but now as her hands stayed steady and relaxed, she had to keep thinking of positive energy to keep her calm. 'cookies... chocolate... ice-cream... alcohol... blood... death...' Her train of thought quickly escalated, but just after she placed the soul safe into the vessel. She'd done this multiple times before, and she'd always kept a straight face, while calm and precise in her job. It was after all just a job, something no one else could do.


As she straightened to go cull another soul, something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. She had accidentally stepped in the boy's blood surrounding his body, but as she lifted her foot it was loose and more liquid than it should be if he had been dead for a while. She bent down and felt his unusually warm blood, and it didn't even dry on her fingers. She wondered if this was because Grimm's had to cull early, otherwise the soul would turn into a ghost or if because of the time rip, time and space was at a standstill, leaving everything the way it had been moments before. Maybe both came into play, but Lilith couldn't help but feel something wasn't right about this mass murder.


It felt to familiar, to clean. There was no blood on the walls, or any footprints in the unusually perfect pools of blood around the victims. Lilith began to wonder if this was staged for the newbies, or if this was in fact a very weird genocide. And Lilith wanted to find out now, before the sudden coldness in her chest numbed her whole body.
 
As she waited Sam noticed the meanish girl, Lilith I think, looking around suspiciously. She walked over. "What is it?" She might not like her all that much but she would do almost anything to get the information she wants.
 
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Bram pulled a vessel from his pocket and walked to the first victim. Crouching down, he merely tapped their chest and their soul flowed out like a ribbon. Why did the souls he Kill alway come outwards in an elongated wisp? He had no clue. Maybe because he refused to touch their chest for any longer than necessary.


Bram quickly whisked the soul between his fingers to collect it and Culled it into the vessel. He swiped down his scythe and created a rift to his next... appointment. He stepped back into the same hall and touched another child. This one made him pause.


The “bullet hole” in their chest was showing due to their revealing v-neck shirt, and her could clearly see that the jagged wound was long and thin. Almost... almost like a scythe blade...


Trying to rid himself of the thought, he tapped their chest and their soul flowed out quickly, as if it wanted to leave their body. He couldn’t blame it, he would want out too. Bram collected the soul into a new vessel and sighed, bringing down his scythe again. He reappeared in the same hall. Just how many kids were killed?!


Bram looked to see Lilith wearing a similar pensive frown to himself. So it isn’t just me? Bram walked over to her, or at least meant to, when he bumped into Ren.


“Sorry,” He muttered quickly. He wasn’t in the mood to fight.

 

Lilith shook her head, refusing to answer Sam. Honestly she didn't yet know, and didn't want her to think she was inferior if she didn't know what was going on.


Bram soon approached her, wearing the same confused and suspecting face as she. Lilith kept her head down, trying to make sense of all the small signs that were flying at her from all directions. So she wasn't the only one. That must mean this was more obvious than she thought.



Looking down at yet another wounded girl beside her, Lilith noticed the bruises and small slice marks like that of a scythe up and down her bare skin. It was as if she fought back, only to loose in the end. But with what weapon? Could she have been the one with a small knife and fight the killer? No... in most of the deaths here, it seemed they were shot. Although if Lilith looked closely enough she could see the small slice on the bodies, where the blood oozed out, but was cleaned afterwards.


Confused and concerned, Lilith began to slightly panic. This wasn't natural genocide. This was staged... was this staged for the newbies? No... Lena would never wish killing innocents just to teach new Grimms.


Turning back to Bram, Lilith sighed,
"You see it too don't you?" She whispered, still trying to contemplate why her circumstances stood. But then a thought popped up in her twisted brain. Could the little naive Sam have anything to do with this?

 

"Something isn't right here..." Bram agreed quietly, glancing around. He noticed that Lilith seemed to be panicking and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling reassuringly. "We'll figure it out, don't stress it right now. We'll talk it over at the bar later, okay?"


He couldn't tell if he was reassuring himself or Lilith...

 

With a small smile Lilith nodded, but then frowned. "No, we need to figure this out now, otherwise the humans will come and take all the evidence away." Lilith knew all to well about the police and their crime investigations. She had been involved in to many to count.


Lilith sighed and shoved of Bram's hand on her shoulder before looking down and inspecting the bodies again. She felt to self conscious right now to dwell in her confusing, emotional feelings. This was exactly the reason why she shut everything out and seemed to cold.



"I don't think a human did this..." Lilith muttered, shifting to observe the cut marks again. "It looks to perfect... to clean. Like it's been staged..."





Just as Lilith came to the conclusion of an ambush of rouge Grimms, she heard a scream from behind her.

 
Sam once again had figured out three things, One: She had two, if not more, people who were suspicious of her true nature. Two: There was something definitely up with these murders. And three: the two in question in thing one thought so too. She narrowed her eyes at Bram and Lilith. There was something about the way Lilith looked at her. Almost as if- She doesn't think you have anything to do with this, does she?
 

Ren gritted his teeth together. He wanted to look away - oh how dearly he wished to look away - but he couldn't. Having been a grimm for a while now, he and the others come across things like this all the time, but this... this. It was usually a body or two... and just by glancing around, he could analyse the fact that the students and teachers attempted to fight back.


Heading over to the closest body to him, he gently placed two fingers over the boy's heart and clicked open the vessel. As the sphere of blue light danced it's way into the vessel, Florence could see that the way that the kids and adult died was not by a regular killer. The male carefully examined their stab marks. The lines were was to intricate and thin to have been roughly stabbed by a psychopathic killer. Just as he was beginning to make up theories in his head, Bram bumped into him, almost knocking him over.






"Hey-!" Ren stopped. It was unusual for Bram to say sorry to him. Just this once, Florence grumbled to himself, heading over to the next body. Repeating the simple process of culling, Ren made his way to the others, standing next to Sam. "Newbie," Ren grumbled, crinkling his nose at the suspicious look in her eyes, "if you're suspicious, stop. We didn't do this. She-" He flicked his eyes towards Lillith. "-didn't do this. We don't kill."





Just as Ren was about to turn away and cull the next body, he heard a scream from behind him. He shut his eyes tight and told himself not to look behind.

 
Sam was about to ask Lilith again what she saw when suddenly- She felt a searing pain over her eye. She screamed. Keeping one eye closed she whipped around to face her attacker. There was no time to think- she grasped her scythe and lashed out. Her sudden lack of depth perception made it difficult to make a solid hit, but she could at least try. She stepped back, expertly bobbing and weaving to avoid the reach of the blade. Hooking the blade with her own she pulled her opponents scythe out of their hand, tossing it a ways away. She dropped her own scythe and jumped over to her attacker, pushing them to the floor. She put her elbow on their throat over the windpipe, pinning them down. "Anybody want to give the suddenly half blind girl a hand?" She asked through clenched teeth.
 

Bram whipped around when he heard sudden screaming. He held his scythe at the ready, turning to see what had happened. Sam was being attacked by a new recruit. She seemed to have it handled however and managed to get the attacker pinned.


However, he didn't get time to react as the nearest newbie lunged at him. Bram raised a brow and dodged to the side, their swing missing by inches. Bram swung with the butt of his scythe and knocked them to the ground. He leaned his elbow on his scythe and propped a foot on their back.


"Could someone handle Sam? It seems like we have a problem with the recruits," Bram said calmly, glaring at the newer Grims as if daring anyone else to attack.

 
Nolan could only watch in shock, barely able to process what was happening. This was supposed to a normal job, just like any other, but now that it wasn't he had no idea what to do. He was so used to everything going in a certain way at a certain pace, but this sudden disruption had him reeling and useless.


Zak pushed his way past him and knelt down next to Sam. The pinned newbie's movements were quickly beginning to slow and struggle, probably weak from lack of air. He caught sight of the boy's glazed eyes and inhaled sharply, the color draining from his face as he recognized that symptom. He continued to stay there as the newbie finally passed out and went limp.


Mary hesitantly stepped over to Sam, trying to fight the quiver in her voice. "... I think you can let him up now...l-let me see your eye."
 
Her uninjured eye widened. "I didn't- I didn't kill him did I?" No no no no no no no no no no. Not again. No wait. Stop. Breathe and pay attention. Take a quick pulse. She moved her thumb slightly, moving it to check the boys pulse. There was a heartbeat, albeit a very slow one. She let out a deep sigh of relief and released the boy. She turned to Mary, still keeping her eye closed. There was a long deep cut going almost vertically over her eyelid. Her eye also had gotten damaged, the once grey eye was now beginning to turn the milky white of the blind.
 

Bram watched Sam's expression shift through panic, determination, and relief in seconds, before shifting to blanks as she stood and faced Mary. He cringed at the gory mess that was now her eye. Oh s***, that's... bad. Really bad. He could tell from where he stood that she was going to loose sight in that eye. Which wouldn't stop her from being a Grim but it still sucked majorly.


Bram stepped off the kid under his foot and kicked them once in the head, knocking them out. He then grabbed the boy by the collar and hoisted him up, over his shoulder. He walked over to Zak with a frown.


"What're going to do about these kids?" Bram asked, eyeing the one on the floor that Sam had taken out.

 
With a poorly hidden gasp behind shaky hands, Mary observed Sam's eye. "Oh dear...don't worry, we'll get it treated and I'm sure it will be fine." her quick reassurance was clearly a forced false hope, but it was all she could manage.


Zak had to swallow before answering. "Let's take them back to Croak with us. They'll be fine when they wake up." He picked up the boy Sam had rendered unconscious with one arm and tightened his grip on his scythe with the other. "Nolan, pick up the kids' scythes."


Nolan nearly jumped at being addressed, but quickly composed himself before nodding and picking up the dropped scythes.
 

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