Grimm stared into the mirror he had salvaged and hung in his makeshift room in their temporary headquarters. He was wearing only a grey t-shirt and ratty pair of blue jeans. He stared at his face and concentrated.
I've done this twice now. . .once in the Castle, and again on Halloween.* Let's see if I can manage it again, this time without any help.
Grimm continued to stare at his reflection for several moments, not saying a word, all of his attention devoted to one thing. . .
Suddenly, muscles began to appear on that area of his face that had been only bone. The muscles began to weave together and reknit themselves, soon to be covered by a pale layer of skin. A tongue appeared, followed by a pair of eyes. Soon Grimm's entire face appeared, normal looking except for the slight discoloration that matched the rest of his skin tone.
He smiled. The first real smile he could remember in many months. A real smile, and not some skull faced parody.
Wait until the others see this, they're gonna flip out! This is gonna be some party. . . His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Hang on," He said, noting his voice seemed to sound exactly the same.
Probably Wulf here with the drinks. He opened the door to find a dark haired girl with pale skin and large brown eyes staring at him. She had an hourglass figure and wore a very short black dress with thigh-high black leather boots.
"Hi," she said, smiling, "Wulf sent me. Said you probably wouldn't come to the party and would hide here in your room."
Grimm smiled back, "You wanna come in?"
"Sure," she said, pulling a bottle of greenish liquid out of her purse.
Forget the party. . . Grimm thought to himself, closing and locking the door behind the girl.
