3 sentence AU fic meme!
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Written by God's Fingers
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“I-I understand,” Adam murmurs into the mouth-piece of his cellphone.
Windom Memorial is calling. His mother’s missed her third day of work in a row. She won’t answer her phone, any of her phones, even when he calls. This has never happened before. They talk to each other at least once a day. Adam feels his heart plummet into his stomach, as the woman from human resources gently informs him that they’ve given Kate an unpaid, weeklong leave to get things in order.
“Thank you,” he tells her, though his throat is tight, dry, with worry. She hangs up. He tosses his phone onto the bedside table between him and his roommate’s bunks.
Said roommate, Liam Day, frowns at him, brown eyes sympathetic. “Adam, you okay?”
Adam opens his mouth to speak - to say what, he doesn’t know. Yes, no, maybe. He’s spared the exertion when he sees Liam’s skin ripple across his face, his nose extending into a short snout, fur sprouting where it hadn’t before, his teeth small, sharp and shiny within his maw.
Adam’s eyes grow wide. He scrabbles back along his mattress, crumpling the sheets atop it, while muttering, “No, no, no,” to himself, muffled by the arm that shields his face. This is the third time in two days that he’s seen someone - a human someone - become something.
“A-Adam?” Liam says again, and when Adam looks up, he sees that Liam’s reverted to normal. He seems about as frightened as Adam, if not more.
Adam stands, and Liam cowers out of reach, but Adam doesn’t chance another glance toward him, lest he transform. Instead, he gathers clothes, his duffle, other necessities. “I’m…I’m going back home. My mom needs me. Will you-?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure!” Liam replies, voiced pitched high with fear.
Adam hurries out of the claustrophobic dorm they share, to his car. It’s a six, almost seven, hour drive to Windom. He tries - and fails - to think only of the road ahead, not of his missing mother, the monstrous things that dog him, of his estranged father, who refuses to answer his desperate phone calls. He tries not to think about his mind, which cracks slowly, slowly, pieces of it left behind every mile that goes by.
The house is empty, all its lights off. Adam knew that it would be, but seeing it abandoned draws a shudder from him. He slumps against the door at his rear, putting his head between his knees, trying simply to breathe.
He’s not sure how much later it is, when he sees new light reflected through the windows around him, and stands to catch its source. Whatever it is, it’s not outside. Their lawn is dark, overgrown, vacant. The hairs on the nape of his neck rise, just before a large hand lands on his shoulder.
He whips around and finds a man - sable-haired, emerald-eyed, handsome, but nothing special, except that familiar light seeps through his skin, as if it, too, is cracked like Adam’s mind.
“No,” Adam exclaims, ripping out of the man’s grip. He delves his fingers into his hair, digging at his scalp. “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? Why?”
The man’s impassive expression becomes considerate. The light beneath his skin softens, yet it’s still bright enough that Adam’s sees the shadow of large appendages - wings? - along his back, somehow not tearing through the plaid shirt he wears.
“It matters not what I am, Adam Milligan,” he says, “but what you are.”
Adam lets his arms fall slack to his side. He feels lightheaded, and his knees practically knock into one another the longer he stands, but he glares defiance at the man, inquiring in the same enigmatic tone, “Okay, I’ll bite, what am I?” to mock him.
The man’s lips stretch into an awkward smile, as if he’s not quite sure how to maneuver them. “You are a Grimm, Adam, and your life is about to change.”
It does.
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End!
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