Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Monster Girls

I woke with a start in a small alcove, the bright light from the chandelier dangling high above making me blink rapidly in succession. My back popped with an obnoxious crack as I stretched my hands above my head, stopping when my fingers entangled with silky hair. I pushed off against the cold tiled floor, my head rising from a soft, warm lap. In a seated position, I made to turn around and apologize to the person who had been kind enough to watch over me when I had passed out. That plan was short-lived when the barrel of a sniper rifle was roughly pushed into my temple.

“Don’t move.”

I did as the young woman demanded, keeping my head level with her knees. My eyes were left free to roam over her form, however, and I immediately paused on the pair of horns on her head. They were about the length of her face, poking out on the sides of her forehead, and parting her short brunette hair. Angry, red eyes were narrowed at whoever was behind me, making her button nose crinkle up. A beautiful face ruined by being a monster. A sigh escaped my parted lips as her exposed shoulders tensed drawing the open black dress closer to her body. I wasn’t sure what I was more disappointed in. That Salem was true to her word or how underwhelmed I was at seeing my best friend again.

“Ruby,” I said dully, not a question like it had been like with Nora but a mere fact. 

Her eyes narrowed to slits. “How do you know my name, Grimm?”

That was when I almost laughed. I could hardly help it since it was the most comical thing I’d heard yet in my short time here. Clearly she was confused or had Salem just missed the mark this much when creating her? There was no way an actual creature of Grimm had just accused me of being the same. And what’s more was that she hated me for it. Every ounce of her small body appeared poised to strike me down, yet she hid it well, only the corner of her mouth twitching on occasion. 

“Answer me!”

At this point, the barrel was shoved so far against the side of my head that me and the sniper rifle were practically fused together. I disobeyed her earlier command and put my hands up in mock surrender, wondering if this motion would set her over the edge. No trigger was pulled and no bullet was shot. Ruby, for her part, shot off like one, dropping her weapon to the side. Her slender arm wrapped around my neck and her momentum carried me down, my chin colliding painfully with the ground. Her knee was in the small of my back, grinding into my spine. “Give me two good reasons I shouldn’t kill you.”

“Isn’t it normally one?” I asked, sucking in a breath when her arm wrapped tighter around my neck. What Ruby may have lacked in physical strength, this monster made up for tenfold. Realizing I was in a precarious situation and outmatched in terms of strength and weaponry, I further splayed out. My boot was pressed against the stomach of the person behind me, and I dreaded to think why they had reacted this entire time but figured that could be dealt with later. Giving Ruby an answer had to give precedence. 

“Can you keep a secret?” 

The question was bullshit but with how her weight shifted to the side, she may have bought into it. Ruby’s voice came out in a light growl. “Monsters don’t have secrets.”

“I’m not a monster, though, and I can prove it.”

The snort she made sounded like she doubted it. “Yeah, right. And I suppose those red eyes and black veins are just for show.”

 

“Is that really how you see me?”

That meant Salem was true to her word, and that mark she had given me worked. It also made this whole thing pretty ironic. The woman didn’t share my intrigue of the whole situation; Ruby snarled, her warm breath showering against the side of my neck when she pulled me tighter, quickly cutting off any further lines of questioning. “Don’t test me, and quit playing dumb. I’ve got no problem killing you.”

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“Then, test me instead.” I smirked, despite my windpipe being crushed by her gauntleted arm. “Shoot me point blank with that sniper of yours and see what happens.”

Ruby pushed off of me, and I took the opportunity to stumble to my feet. I regarded her carefully, prepared to put up more of a fight if she decided to jump me again. Adjusting her red cloak over her bare shoulders, she turned her back to me to pick up her sniper rifle. With the weapon back in her possession, there was no time wasted in turning it on me. The expression she made was impossible to read, but her finger settled on the trigger.

She sighed, hiding her right eye behind the scope of the gun. “Are you sure? It’ll be your funeral.”

I grinned. “Go for it.”

Grimm or not, Ruby’s aim proved to be impeccable. The impact was instantaneous, and the loud shot echoed throughout the dingy hall. The shell bounced off of my forehead, clambering to the cobblestone with a quiet ding as the echo faded away. Ruby did an exaggerated double-take at my state, her red eyes glowing faintly as she watched me stumble backward. My left leg momentarily went limp, forcing my right leg to bear most of my weight. Hunched over and gasping for breath, I nonetheless gazed up at her with a smile. "Proof enough?"

“What was that?” she gasped, eyebrows taut. “How could you possibly tank a shot like that?"

“All it takes is practice, I suppose.” I chuckled, propping myself up against a wall, so I could raise myself to my full height once more. “Oh, and of course you have to have Aura."

"Aura?" Her hands clenched into tight fists, and I worried she was going to accidentally squeeze off another shot. Successful demonstration or not, I had no desire to try to block another near point-blank shot from a 50-caliber rifle. Thankfully, she swung the thing onto her back and walked next to me. Her hand lazily traced a pattern against the brick wall, while she lowered her head. 

"Hold still," Ruby demanded, pressing her horns to my chest. A shiver ran over my body as I raised my arm to shove her away. Before I could act, however, she drew away. "Your heart beats."

I nodded. "It does. And I suppose yours doesn't?"

She shook her head. 

"Interesting," I said, attempting to keep my voice level. "And I also guess that’s why you had no problem doing that?"

I pointed a finger in the direction of the woman who had been so kind to take care of me when I fell. Whatever I thought I had seen was wrong. Her eyes were glazed over and her dark dress was soaked with blood. The single horn on her head denoted her as a Grimm, and yet, I couldn't bring myself to care. Because even though they were abominations, they looked like my friends.

And Weiss was dying.

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