My name is Grimm. No, I’m not related to the brother’s Grimm, and my last name is Ripper. If you combine those two words it becomes Grimm Ripper. That sounds creepy to you? I don’t think so. My friends used to make fun of that name but not until I . . .
Before I forget to tell you, I have a secret to share with you guys. I have a super power. Sounds cool right? No, I don’t breathe fire, control minds or move objects without touching them. My power is a little bit different. I can take out stuff from pictures or visual graphics. Do you understand my power? Okay, I’ll give you an idea of it. There’s a brochure of walmart promotion of clearance sale, they have discounted electrical stuff, clothes, toys, books, phones and many more. I look through the pictures and I saw an iPhone 6s. My ability is able to make the iPhone 6s came out of the picture by touching them with my forefinger. And when the device is already out, the picture of iPhone 6s in the brochure disappeared. Isn’t that the coolest super power ever? Probably not super, but beyond awesome. I can have what I want. I tell you another secret. I googled a picture of cash worth of billion bucks, I took them all out with just a touch. I have those cash, in my vault I created, well, not exactly I created, I took it out from another picture. I don’t need a job to live, this power saved me from being homeless. Who could ever dreamed to have this power of mine? Everyone. That’s for sure.
My parents died in a car crash when I was five. I live with my grand dad since then. He knew about my power, that’s why he always told me to wear a glove, because of my sensitive touch. He’s dead now. Been ten years since he gone. Before he died he told me another secret. The origin of my power. He said that my power originated from ancient dark demon from Egypt. He said that my power was meant to resurrect the dead back to life. I was hesitating if he was speaking the truth. But then he showed me. He also had a super power. He touched my forehead and brought me back from where the war had begun. I saw the demon. Tall and big, two black horn, red glowing eyes, sharp claws, sharp teeth, every step he took, everything around him died. Like a very powerful poison killing anything around it. It has wings that looked like bat, has a long blazing sharp pointing staff. Then the vision ended. I saw my grand dad died in his bed.
It all started here when I found a briefcase belonged to my late mom and dad. My grand dad hid it in his closet when I was packing up his clothes to be given to charity. I found an old photo of my mom and dad. I cried seeing them inside the picture. Last time I remember watching them when I was only five. I have a very strong memory and that I’ll never forget their faces. But this is where the mistake I made and regret very much. I missed them so much, so I wanted them back. But suddenly I remember what granddad said before he died “Grimm, never resurrect the dead back to life, they will never ever be the same again. I forbid you to do so. I don’t want past tragedies happen again.” I don’t know what he meant but I don’t care, I want to see them again so I touched the picture . .