by Grimm and Blackwulf
Edulcore Ciccioto stood on the roof of the building watching the coming storm. His new avian instincts were wreaking havoc with his human self. He kept feeling the urge to take flight and leave the island for a safer area. But he knew he couldn't. He couldn't abandon his teammates after all he'd been through.
Dirk Bell walked toward his room, passing by several portraits of former team members. Killed in the line of duty... he thought to himself. Wouldn't happen if these jerkoffs had any real training, a problem that needs to be fixed... soon.
Grimm laid down slowly on his bed, careful not to put too much weight on it at once. It creaked underneath him. He knew he would have to get a new one soon. This one wouldn't hold out much longer. Grimm slowly drifted off to sleep, the events of the last few days finally taking their toll on his mind.
The dream came to him again. The dark-clothed, pale woman, the garden, everything. But something went wrong this time. At the edge of the forest, something flickered up: flames. The garden was burning. Everything was burning. She was burning. The other team members were there now, also burning.
A voice came through the screams: I'm going to take it all away from you. Everything you think you have. It's nothing. You are mine, now and forever.
Grimm jumped awake, startled by the vividness of the nightmare.
There was a large knocking at the front door, a pounding that seemed as if it would shatter the door at any moment.
"I'm coming! Jaysis, hold on..." Danny Hearn yelled as he ran toward the door.
Right as Danny neared the door, it flung open on its hinges, slamming loudly into the wall.
"Greeeemmm! I'm here! Where do I start?"
"Uh..." Danny was a little surprised at the large, purple-skinned man with the pleather mohawk standing in front of him.
"Ahhh, you are being one of Greem's friends from the bar. My name is Blackwulf the Everchanging. I am being the team's new trainer. How are you doing?"
Blackwulf gently poked Danny in the stomach with a finger. "You are being slightly flabby, comrade. Don't worry, we shall fix. But first, I am needing breakfast! Which way to kitchen?"
"Um, I'm Danny, the kitchen's this way." Danny led Blackwulf to the kitchen, still a little flabbergasted by the recent events.
After Blackwulf finished breakfast, a large portion he swallowed rather quickly, Danny led him next to the MBL Consulting office, where he was greeted by Shirley Francis, who asked him what she should tell Kit.
"I have someone that needs to meet him," Danny explained as the large pleather Mohawk entered the room first, followed by the rest of the giant, purple-skinned Blackwulf.
"Comrade, you are not telling me you are having such perfect womens in your care," he said, grinning from one side of his mouth.
"She's taken." Danny opened the door to Kit's office, and Blackwulf burst through.
"Comrade, you are being Kit Piper. I am hearing much about you."
"Danny? Who is this?" Kit said as he pointed at Blackwulf.
"Ah, allow me to introduce myself, I am Vladislav Kerdonavek, also known as Blackwulf the Everchanging, trainer to the meta stars," Blackwulf said as he clasped Kit's hand. "And I have come here to offer you..." He trailed off as he looked the rather confused Kit over, not liking what he saw.
"You are really needing my services, Comrade Piper. You are kinda... how should I say this...? portly. But have no fear. I have the cure for all that ails you, and more. You are having a basement, yes?" Blackwulf said as he headed for the door.
"Yes, but why have you come here?" Kit asked.
Blackwulf stopped and turned on his heels. "Because I am knowing you now, and you are needing my help, so the only thing I wish for is a place for my equipment."
The front of the building, a few moments later:
"Hey, Vlad, your order is here, but we only got seven of the trucks onto the island before the winds got too strong." A rather small, bald, grease-covered man said to Blackwulf, who had been followed by Danny and a bewildered Kit Piper, who was curious about the source of the industrial-quality noise.
"Sal, you made it. But which trucks are you having brought?" As Blackwulf started to move, he noticed the truck numbers. "I was hoping for number fifteen, as well, but the seven you brought will have to do. Get 'em unloaded and down to the basement." He turned to the portly African-American financial adviser of MBL Consulting. "Now, Comrade Piper, your basement is being mine, yes?"
Kit just nodded his head.
"Good. Where is Greem, so I can get a schedule worked out with who is needing most training... other than you two."