As a white void filled my view, I remember what I was.

A bullyed schoolboy.

A rape-born baby.

A person who knows what the world truly is.

A weak being.

Nothing more than trash.

Shouldn't exist.

A Monster.

And through all of this, I felt anger. Why am I dead?! What did I do to deserve this?! ANSWER ME!!!

My last few memories surface.

Me being pushed in front of a truck.

The looks of horror on their faces.

The endless white void.

Then I felt it. Pain. My body was being crushed, rolled over, ripped, shredded, over and over. I want this to stop.

Wake Up.

My eyes force open.

I calm down. I looked around. I'm in a forest. What happened?

My hand feels funny. I look down at it. I am supprised. I look into a puddle.

I saw that my hair became black, and my eyes also became red and snake-like. I noticed that I was older and bigger. I looked like a teen.

My skin on my forearms became black, and my legs too. My ears looked like an elf. One was black and looked like it was burned. I felt something in my head, and a word came out of my throat.

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"Status."

Name N/A Race Grimmic Human State Conscious Skills Bone Armour (Lv 1, Active), Killing Intent (Lv 10, Active), Sense Emotions (Lv 1, Passive), Bone Claws (Lv 1, Active)

What is this? What's a Grimmic Human?

I feel something. I sniff the air. It smells good.

I follow the scent to a clearing where a group of people we're standing, with weapons drawn. 

"So I take it's your first time seeing humans?" Says a voice behind me.

I turn around a see a werewolf like creature talking to me.

"Never seen anyone like you. You have a name?"

"No."

"Hmm, well I'll come up with one soon. My name is Wolvie. I'm a Beowulf. Well, that's what the humans call us."

Someone screams and a loud crashing is heard. I turn around and see a giant scorpion.

"So That's also a Beowulf?" I ask

"No," He says, "That's a Deathstalker."

"Oh," I say to him, "So there are different types of our people? What about the group of beings in front of us?"

"They are humans. Not Grimm."

So that's what they call us.

"They are very dangerous. They try to kill us without reason. Now, I wonder what they are going to call you..."

"I'm a Grimmic Human. Well, thats what the blue screen says." I reply.

"Hmm, interesting. Well, I'm going to go help our friend over there. Wanna kill some human with me?" Wolvie asks.

"Yeah sure, I could use the practice. Let's kill some of those guys."

Might as well Embrace my nature.

"Good. But at least make a mask. Don't want them to survive and catch you later."

I give him a quick 'Ok' and focus on this feeling in my skull.

'so this is my mask.'

 My teeth sharpened in gross cracks and twists, and bone plates covered my face. It formed a blank mask with only 4 slits in it for me to see, the bottom part opened, and my teeth grew larger, cracks appeared on the side of the mask, then broke and formed a jaw. Red lines then came out from my eyes and into many patterns.

"By Salem, holy shit. That's one fearsome mask you have there."

"Let's kill some bastards"

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