So, before I begin the next chapter. How can someone else say I f*cked up my own story? The whole deal with Scale is how different he is from both humans and Grimm and how he must learn how to deal with the pain caused by inner strife and the Despair Trails that are created by beings with souls. I introduced the other Humaniod grimm for different aspects of that idea. Yeah you can not like that Scale is not "One-of-a-kind" but hey maybe there is a point to other humaniod grimm huh? Also, yeah, I don't like using the word fucking. Just in general I don't like using it. So yeah, I'll censoring it any f***ing way I f***ing feel like it. Cause yeah, this is my story and I write it how I want to if you don't like it that's fine go find another story but don't be a f***ing prick about it.

This might be a bit petty for saying this but I'm kind of pissed off about a lot of f***ing things right now. Like getting kicked out of my house by my Dad. Or because my friend Overdosed and died a week before I posted the last chapter. Maybe its cause my dad – yeah, the one that kicked me out – told me he thinks he has cancer.

I write to get away from it all, I watch anime and cartoons and movies to get away from it all. So, if you have a problem with any of it go ahead, even leave some constructive criticism if you feel so inclined. But don't you dare say I fucked up my own story just cause it's not what you wanted. Just my own story itself is kind of fucked up right now.

Blood dripped from Scale's claws, almost pouring out from his palms, and his breathing labored and wheezed in pants. With each breath he drew more color returned to his vision allowing him to leave the crimson; though that statement itself was only true in the state of being. The wall were now splattered with blood taken from those both innocent and not, armed and unarmed, it did not matter as they were corpses all the same. The trails dissipated with each passing moment allowing for the pressure to slowly leave Scale's mind and muscles allowing for both to relax ever since entering this accursed city. Euphoria washing him just as the blood had covered him as the pain and sickening feeling left his being.

Body shaking as adrenaline lowered Scale's face twisted into a smile as he nearly collapsed against a wall. As he supported himself against the wall he heard slight pinging sounds that he mostly ignored. If he cared to have looked he would have noticed his flesh forcing out bullets out from his muscles and onto the floor of the building. As he finally calmed down Scale looked over his shoulder and allowed his vision to take in all of which he had done. Bodies ripped apart with pieces missing and limbs obscured in ways outside of possibility. Some bodies clung onto others – some defensively and others companionly – in hopes that it would somehow comfort or prevent them from the following pain. His eyes trailed over the bodies and traced a few others till they fell onto the first Servant girl he saw once entering. Her hair mangled and dyed red with her blood as her scalp was cut open down passed the bone – if not for that one fault she would have looked… peaceful. Shaking returned to Scale's hand as his heart began to beat and twist in a sensation that he remembered with dread.

"W…What did I just do?" Scale whimpered to himself as he pushed himself off the wall to stand up right.

The statement was not a question for what he did was no question to himself or any other. Every cut, every slash, every bite and tear that he did that night he remembered vividly behind a tint of Crimson. The flavor of blood fresh in his mouth Scale stared blankly and mourning forward, the taste being seemingly too familiar to spit out. Scale turned to the steel doors of the entrance and ran at them shoulder first. Breaking out into the lot of the building Scale's eyes darted around rapidly with similar head motions before locking onto the hills beyond the city. His entire began to shake once more as Despair Trails from the rest of the city slowly crept around him ever closer to his black skin. So he did the one thing he could think of – run.

Like a beast he ran with all fours he pulled and pushed his body with a speed of a demon just as fast as any motorbike if not faster. It took only a minute for him to leave the city and only ten more to be in the hills beyond still subconsciously drawn to something deeper in Mistral. A fissure, thirty-feet across, came up in his vision and just as it came it was beyond him as his body leapt through the air with momentum alone. Looking behind him for a moment Scale looked back at the fissure and in the same moment he crashed into a tree with a loud thud and sending all life in and around the tree to flee in a squall of flapping wings and cries of birds and rodents.

Scale howled in pain and rage and cut into the tree with his claws rapidly before digging into the wood and ripping it apart; removing it from its base. The wood cracked and snapped back along with a creak and hit the floor of the forest with echo. He panted hard and leaned against the newly created stump on his palms as his bruised side quickly healed. Fingers and claws dug into the wood and he gritted his teeth and asked once again.

"What did I just do?"

"You are enraged… Brother." A voice came from above. Scale look up and upon a tree and stared at one of his brothers.

"Never, what are ya doin' here?" Scale said as he uncurled his fingered out from the stump and began to pick out splinters from his bleeding palms.

"Beo seems distraught… this is odd." Never sniffed the air a few times. "Blood of man many… fresh."

"What are ya doin' here?" Scale asked again. Never wrapped his wings around himself and stared down at Scale with bead like eyes.

"Griff sent me to watch you… his choice." Never spoke. "Unsure of you, distrust maybe, same for me… I do now." His beak like mouth turned into a smile. "How many you kill… how many are dead?"

Scale looked down at his blood covered hands, of his or theirs he was uncertain. He looked back up at Never.

"I don't know." 74. "I lost myself."

"I've killed 97 since two days ago… going to kill more soon." Never continued to smile as he glided down on wing and stood in front of Scale. "When will you find the it… the one that needs to be killed?"

Scale moved to have Never get out of his face but Never followed right after with a slightly tilted head.

"I don't know just yet. She's deeper in Mistral, when I find her, I'll tell ya." Scale told his brother grimm. Never wings ruffled and he fluttered over to the fallen tree and his talons dug into the wood and stared at Scale with a blank expression that existed on the precise of what seemed to be annoyance.

"Beo why do you take so long… we need you to start. Why must you be the first when you were the last?" Never's talon's curled and cut into the wood casually. "The humans hurt us… cause us pain. So go faster."

Never spread out his wings and flew away calmly into the sky leaving the deep gnashes in the wood behind for Scale to stare at. Scale finally let out a long sigh and cut a straight and clean line on top of the stump with a swipe of his claw to make it flat and smooth before sitting down onto it. He looked forward through the shadow of night and through the trees for distances farther than a normal human, and in detail beyond that of any wolf. Once more he looked at his palms as the splinters pushed themselves out from his skin and muscle to drop to the ground by his feet. He sat there for a long while, just breathing and thinking about everything that he had just done and the things his brothers want him to do. The emotions in his head swirling in an impossible to understand stew of memories and feelings.

Was it wrong what he did? He was in pain, the girls were in pain, he ended both of theirs. The members of the casino were evil, the world was better with the dead. So why was it so wrong that he felt pleasure when they were all gone? Why did that… hurt him? All these things swirled around again and again in his head until the glaring light of the sun returned him to the world outside of his thoughts. Leaving only one remaining "Find the girl."