Jessica Lake (Trollhunters AU)

Angor Management

I don't own Trollhunters (or any other shows) or any of Del Toro's characters

A/N: I have decided to try and write one of these chapters in a POV, using the first person, 'I, we' just cause I want to experiment from my normal. Sorry for the sudden change, but I want to try something new.

My brother and I walked into the kitchen, where we had tied Mr. Strickler up the night before. While Jim woke him up, I sliced his bonds off. We'd taken turns with Draal keeping watch for Angor Rot. I had moved to Arcadia for a while, using the excuse of wanting more family time, to help out Team Trollhunters with the Angor situation. Cause they needed all the help they could get, and I had a feeling that some of the little voices in my head might be of some assistance. Strickler woke up with a groan and flinched as Jim threw a sock at his head. He climbed to his feet, rubbing his wrists. I grinned. Those ropes were pretty tight, and once he was knocked out, we considered tossing him outside for Angor but decided against it. Well, Jim did. I was all for throwing him in the basement and letting Draal take care of him. Who knew that Trollhunting made me more vicious? I would not have let somebody hurt another person before I met Jim. Now I'm fine with his Changeling history teacher (who is probably old as history itself) getting killed by a giant seven or eight-foot-tall troll with a metal arm and a nasty temper. I watched my brother and the Changeling argue for a while before his phone rang. "Hey, Mom. What's up? You're working the night again? Aw, that stinks, Mom." Jim looked delighted for some reason, then he caught my eye, and I smirked, "Yeah, we can hold down the fort. Yeah yeah, we love you too Mom. See you later." The call ended, we smirked and even the Changeling looked pleased. "Okay, I have rocks for brains. What is going on here?" Draal snorted. "We are going to hold down the fort." Jim set his bag on the counter, taking out some supplies. "We survived one night, he won't the next," I added, helping him. "An ambush! I like it!" The troll roared, looking excited. "But we're going to need supplies. Jess, do you have a way to defend yourself?" "I've been reading my Oracle Book. Knife skills. Plus my new armor. Also, the knife can glow!" "Okay, that is cool. Draal, you get supplies from Trollmarket. Jess, help me set traps in the upstairs, Strickler, you move the bookcases and get some traps down here started." We sprung into action, Draal brought a lead stone and crossbow from Trollmarket, along with his axe. "I've been saving these." Jim pulled a box of glowing yellow rocks from under his bed, "Stasis trap stones. Picked them up after Angor painted my face. Set them on the rug, I'll set up the UV lamps." "You keep this house armed." "Yup. Don't want you or Mom hurt." He smiled, we finished all the upstairs traps including Jim dragging out one of the flaming training dummies from a loose floorboard under Mom's bed. "I'm not even going to ask." I shook my head and finished pulling the fridge in front of some windows. "It's best to not." He agreed. Finally, Draal and I were sharpening our weapons while Jim and Strickler finished the last trap, an axe that would swing into the doorway. I made sure my satchel was safe on my side and pulled out the Oracle book. It hovered above my open palm, if I flicked my fingers in one direction, the pages would turn that way. It was a neat little trick I picked up if my hands were full. I scanned for anything about Angor Rot, not finding much about him except his history, which one of my ancestors wrote down. It was quite helpful, I shut the book and commanded it to float next to my side if I needed it quickly. Because it also made a great club. We slid into position, Jim crouched behind the side table near the stairs, I was hidden across from him, the door would open in my face, Strickler behind a cool barrier with knives that he'd cooked up, and Draal in the basement. The door handle moved, we crouched, my brother, summoning his armor. When it opened, we sprang out of our hiding spots. We nearly gave my poor mother a heart attack. Seeing her teenage daughter hold her at knifepoint can be traumatic, I suppose. Jim quickly remembered the axe and tackled us as it splintered through the door. "Why is there an axe in the door!" Mom screamed. She stood up as Draal lept from the basement, Jim ran to stop him, and both got pepper spray to the eyes. Jim was okay...Draal was out cold. And suddenly so was Mom. Jim and I carried her to a crate and leaned her against the wall, I slid my knife into its sheath so I wouldn't accidentally stab her. The Changeling ran to get water for her, carefully jumping over the deadly traps we had set. I was actually proud that two teens, a troll, and an old man could do so much in so little time, then remembered how furious Mom was going to be. Jim removed his armor, I kept mine on cause it wasn't magical. Regular old goblin skin armor for me, it took me a day to figure out how to strap it on. To pass the time, I just read my Oracle Book, commanding the sketchbook to my side to finish the latest dream I had: the body of a smashed troll, it was massive and terrifying. Finally, Mom groaned, I looked up from my floating books and Jim his phone, then ran to support her and grab the water. "Explain. Now." Her face looked almost as scary as the dead troll in my books. I instead poured her some water, which she drank from, before crossing her arms and looking at us expectantly. "This is going to be awkward." Jim mumbled, the Changeling coming to sit next to us. "Okay, I'll make it easy. Explain the armor, the weapons, the thing in my living room, and how the heck did you get floating books? Or am I dreaming?" "If I may, Barbara. Your children have stumbled upon a vast world underneath your feet, and Jim has stirred up a heap of trouble. Jess just tells the future." My twin looked ready to argue, but Mom narrowed her eyes. "Tell me about the armor." "Magical amulet." He pulled said item, "Chose me. I became the Trollhunter. Toby and Claire are in on it. We fight bad trolls. Jess is an Oracle, tells the future with her floating books and magical knife. She's got a cool job too. We're trying to kill an assassin." "So your the Trollhunter, and you tell the future, and then you. Okay, I'm dreaming or delusional." The lights suddenly shut off. My eyesight adjusted as the tin cans we'd been using as a warning from the basement exploded. "The basement!" Jim yelped, scrabbling to get away from the door. "What's in the basement?" "Draal was supposed to guard it." I growled, knife lighting up a brilliant gold light. Jim summoned his armor. "Wait, how are you glowing? Jim, how are you glowing?" "It's armor, Mom. It's part of the job. We got this. Woah!" I lashed out, feeling my blade cut into stony skin. Angor howled, I backed away and dimming the blade. It wouldn't turn him to stone, but I could cause some major annoyances. And I planned to do just that. My Oracle Book smacked him the back of the head, I picked it up off the ground. The voices in my head grew angrier, furious that I'd thrown the book. The Changeling dragged her downstairs as we fought, Mom screaming that she wouldn't leave us, but the room was a mess, and Jim and I were trained (me less than him, but I studied knife work in my book one day after school), she was not and could only be a distraction. I growled as the knife of the assassin cut across my breastplate, at the base of my ribs, who knew Goblin's skin was so tough? It saved me from impalment (is that a word?) and loss of my lower left rib. I slashed at his face, leaving a nasty cut on his cheek. The Changeling reappeared, in his green glory (he had no glory, just knives somehow sticking into his neck and collarbone and not killing him...I gotta learn that)(Oh how I wish I could do that) and helped us fight. We managed to trick him upstairs and I lured him into the stasis trap. Jim turned on the lights, we walked around the assassin, proud of ourselves. Then Mom decided to attack. She charged a dangerous and deadly assassin with nothing but a shovel and rage. If the trap hadn't broken, I would have been proud. Nope, that smack to the head threw him into Jim's desk, then when the Changeling tried to hold him off, Mom and Strickler both received a cut to the neck. Jim and I pulled her aside as Draal roared, waking up, and he charged at Angor. Gave us enough time to escape with a hurt Changeling and mother, Jim made sure Draal was okay before we dove into the car. Since neither of us had taken a driver's test yet, and Jim didn't care for cars, Strickler tried to drive, but he had almost passed out before I shoved him into the passengers and decided to take my first driver's lesson. Reckless, I know, but my mom was dying, my brother fending off a crazy assassin with nothing but his death boomerang and his shield (good job, bro), plus adrenaline was going through the roof, so I decided 'why not learn now? A high chance I'm going to die anyway'. Note to self: never touch a steering wheel again. I am a public health hazard. With both of the adults now cold, I swerved madly into the canals as Jim called Toby to open Trollmarket. I swerved around, my brother dove off the car to defend us. I guess recklessness runs in the family, cause we both made questionable choices that night. "How do you know it'll open!" I screamed, heading straight at the wall. "I don't!" "If we die, I am going kill you!" As the front of the car touched the wall, we shot through, Angor getting a nice smash to the face and flying off. We tumbled down the steps, I pulled Strickler to the back and Jim shielded our bodies with his armored one, a helmet appearing over his skull. We smashed into the ground, the car completely wrecked. I pulled Mom out as Jim cut us loose, then he took her from me. "We need help! Please!" He screamed.

Longest chapter complete! Sorry this took so long, I had ideas then trashed them, then had more and trashed those.

Sorry about the goblin skin armor, but that was the best thing I could think of, since how could Troll's have thick enough leather that was still light? I considered Nyarlagroth armor but A) How? They're stuck in the Darklands B) I want one as a pet, not harming those cuties C) Those things have incredibly thick skin but they aren't the lightest. Aren't they adorable? I mean, its longer than my street, bigger than Gunmar, and incredibly deadly, but more importantly, it glows blue!!

Anyway, hope you have the best day ever!!