I watched his blood leave his face. He was afraid, this towering oaf has hurt me long enough…

He was right to be afraid. He was right to fear me. My hands gripped his as they still had my neck in a vice grip. Liquid fire permeated the entirety of my body I put strength into my previously weak hands and applied my hatred of all the years of abuse, all the beatings , all the words all the terrible things he said to me all condensed into this moment… and…. I .... crushed his hands in mine. I felt the bone give way as the broken pieces pierced his skin as it deformed under the pressure of my grip. He screamed and back off. I let go of his hands , and fell on my rear. All that power left me in an instant, I gasped for air my throat burned, my body shuddered. I greedily took in the stale air I had taken for granted all these years and loved every second of it. Never had I know that air would taste so good.

Then I remember that my father was just injured and was still a threat to me. I turn my head. He stares in shock at his hands. He just eyes the broken mess his hands had become. Eventually his pain catches up to him and he screams louder again. The people outside probably heard that. it seems it shocks my birth mother out of whatever murder trance she was in. She screams as she makes her way towards me

"I'll kill you for that you son of a -"(then aren't you the bitch? ""you played yourself"" )

My hands at my throat I was in no shape to defend myself against her. The power I had felt like an illusion and then the window broke smoothing rolled on the ground. Both my birth mother and I stared at it dumbfounded. Even my father put aside his "scremo rendition" to stare and then the world flashed white.

My ears rang out, my eyes hurt and my vision was distorted. I think I saw a group of men walking in clad in body armor, they were yelling something but I couldn’t say what exactly. The world was spinning. I clutched my head.

Policewoman POV

We surrounded the house, this was the place our informants told us about. On the ground I could see a blood trail turning the virgin snow crimson . If it wasn’t for the blood trail I would never have guessed anyone ever lived here. This place was a broken pillar away from collapsing in on itself. we found him quickly enough, a little motivation and the other practically gave him up. I guess he wasn’t very well liked around here. A cop died today murdered in the street. One of our own and this made it personal, Jim was undercover for 3 months had a wife and kid back home waiting for him to come back. I was going to have to break the news to them that my partner, their husband and father had died in the line of duty. Killed by some methed up junkie gunned down like he was nothing. He was a good man and he deserved better, much better.

Almost time we were ready to break it down, I had my firearm ready, I was the first one in, I wanted to be. I needed to be there, my boss has tried to put me off this case but I assured her this is where I wanted to be. it took a lot of convincing but I was here. Ready to get even. I need this guy alive, he has been under watch for a while, he has connections to many of the drug rings in the slums if we can get him to talk, Jim wouldn’t have died for nothing. I had to take him alive. For Jim.

Then Suddenly a scream rang out . We reacted quickly and fast, flash bang in first and breach the door search for hostiles ,tasers armed just like practice. A man and a woman in the living room, one of them is the guy, Rick. He's screaming, his fingers and arms look like they're been in a steel press machine. Jesus what could do that to him , no time to speculate, I yell my commands and the other teams handle the woman. I cuff the fucker who got rick. I got him. we fan out and search for any other hostiles. I see movement out of the corner of my eye I tense up and look…

"Jesus it’s a kid" one of the officers say

"fuck what's a kid doing here" another one says .

"Oi watch your language man" the first one replies.

Honestly the concept of professionalism is lost of these two morons.

"Take him , I see to the kid" I say passing off the man.

I walk toward the kid and take note of the kids unusually red hair. I can't tell what gender the kid is , the long hair obscures all the entirety of their face. I ask in a gentle tone

"hey are you okay?" can they even hear me? I hope the flash bang didn’t damage their ears.

The scarlet mass moves aside and I find myself staring at gems of purple.

??? POV

My ears are stilling ringing but I can make out some noises, it seems the police has found us..well I didn’t commit any crimes so technically they found both my birth parents. Strange I said us knowing full well 2/3 s of "us" just made an attempt on my life. Maybe I'm holding onto the vain notion that I won't be alone after this. They were terrible people, but they are really all I've ever had. The fear grips me again. The familiar pang of loneliness. Funny I almost die and I'm scared of losing my would be murderers ….what a truly pitiful existence.

I feel someone's eyes one me footsteps coming closer. I look up and see a woman in a vest of some kind. She's staring at me and I'm staring back at her. She blinks first and shakes her head like she's shaking off something….this woman is weird. She looks at me again and asks me what my name is.

My name? do I even have one? Did they even give me a name. They've called me all kinds of things till now.

Worthless, waste, useless, bastard(now that one doesn’t make sense)...

"Grim faced"

"Grimm? is that your name?" she asks puzzled

It seems I said the last one out loud. Grimm? well that is what I'd get called the most so I guess that counts? I mean not as up there as bastard but I guess it'll do.

"Yes, My name is Grimm"

POV Policewoman

Who names their kid Grimm?

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Thus the worst superhero identity was forged. I apologise for nothing.