(Precursor: This is a monologue I wrote for one of my characters. An original character in a Grimm based roleplay on Twitter. Her name is Jaclynn Nowack. Her handle on twitter is @TeufelKatze_ if you wish to follow. She is a wesen creature that was based off a cat. She was created before the episode with the alley cat wesen, and Teufelkatze translates in German to devilcat. I hope you enjoy)
She walked over to the stereo in her little studio apartment and chose an old vinyl copy of The Clash’s London Calling LP. Diving into the music, she took one of her mice out of the cage, bringing it to the couch where she propped her feet up and let the creature crawl from hand to hand.
Watching the mouse, her mind drifted off to the first mouse she had as a child. She only had him for a matter of minutes before he laid lifeless in her hands. She remembered crying for hours. She hated killing things. The fact was, it was going to happen several dozen times before she could figure out how to play with the small creatures without killing them.
She sighed thinking about how it had felt killing them and how that feeling was nothing compared to what she had felt just a few short years ago. Her mind came back to the present, watching the mouse creep up her arm, but quickly drifted to the conversation she had the other day with Rosaleen and Teph. She had lied. She shook her head. Not lied exactly, just chose not to disclose. Those -things- they were talking about. The things that stabbed Teph, She knew them all too well. The thought of them made her sick to her stomach.
The mouse had made it all the way up into her hair, but she didn’t try to fish it out, she was too far gone in the memory of the night she encountered the Shadow Grimm. There were three of them. They donned dark colored robes and spoke in ominous tones. She had been walking back from her shift at the bar that night when she heard a noise behind her. She flinched, keeping all her senses alert, but it did her no good. One of them came out of the shadows and had distracted her while the others put a sack over her head and knocked her out. She came to in what appeared to be a cave. It was dark, only lit by candles. The surroundings archaic. She hadn’t even been tied up. Trying to escape, she had tried the door, but it had been locked from the outside. Then they entered. Three, just like before.
“Where’s Marie?: One of them had asked.
She didn’t know what or who they were talking about. after some questioning, they left. She could hear them talking outside the door.
“She is of no use to us, take her back.”
“Just let her go?”
“Kill her when you get there”
Those voices still rang in her ears almost every day and haunted her. They called her an abomination, said she didn’t deserve to breathe.
The mouse was still crawling around on her head, but there was no turning this off.
She sunk deeper, remembering the walk back to the alley, burlap sack over head the whole way. All she could think about that whole walk is that she was going to die. that her last breath Was going to reek of burlap. She remembered the rage she felt as the walk came to an end. Her pupils had dilated to the point that there was no color left in her eyes. When that sack came off her head, the transformation into her true form was instantaneous.
She lunged at the figures, one at a time. They attacked back with a vengeance. One had a sword. the blade had sliced a deep wound in her side. She kept defending herself, fighting to keep her life. Slashing and beating the figures with her claws until none were moving.
The veil had fallen off of one of the figures during the altercation. She remembered walking up to it with the intention of spitting on it but felt a sharp pain in her chest as she saw it’s face. It was a young boy. Maybe fourteen.
She felt her jaw quiver as the face of that young man entered her mind. All she could think of to do was to run after that. She had run home and didn’t come out for days.
She was jolted back to the present by the little rodent sniffing in her ear. She picked him up placing him back in his cage. The record was now nothing but white noise. She decided she needed to take a shower.