My World of Loving You - Jlaire One Shots

Corrupted Guilt

Hey guys!

This one takes place around a certain timeline, which will be just a few sentences down, cause I really missed making those. Idk, it's felt like a while now since I made a one-shot at a certain time in trollhunters, but I've been really excited to write this one for a few weeks.

This one might include some angst, but I wanted to take a whirl at doing one that, in a way, leads up to it.

Well, without further-a-due, let's get right into it! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Timeline: the day after the events of season three, episode five - 'The Exorcism of Claire Nuñez'.

Claire's POV:

"Ah!".

I heard something strike.

Something, or somebody hit what sounded like Jim, again, adding to the several other hits he must've  already gotten up to now. All I kept hearing were strikes of...something, and it sounded like magic. 

Painful, and dangerous magic.

After each strike, I'd hear grunting and groaning, like someone was in pain.

"Claire!' I know your in there, this isn't you!" I heard Jim yell, kind of echoey from inside my head.

Each time I'd open my eyes after hearing all the chaos in the head, I'd see my room looking surprisingly dark, like it was in the shadow realm. I went to my window between the breaks from everything going on in my head to check for sure. 'Oh! This, this is actually the Shadow realm!'.

"Let me out of here!" I yelled as the explosion sounds became stronger in my head, making my head hurt every time something would happen.

My heart would ache every time I'd hear anything from anyone. Even from the person corrupting me, hearing what she was doing to Jim. My mind was just echoing with destructive sounds, and Jim grunting in pain, which couldn't scare me more.

I looked down seeing my see-through purple form, freaking me out seeing it again.
Especially when I started flickering between my normal self and realm form?!

I held onto my head with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut hearing Jim plea from time to time when he would.   

I fell to the floor, keeping my hands where they were, just praying to god it would all end and go away. Where I am, what I'm hearing, just all of it.

"Please..." I said, my voice muffled between my legs.

Then, out of no where, I felt a certain change. I lifted my head up, and realized my room around me was fading. It started fading, and fading, and fading until I was fully in my living room, looking like a normal human again as I my eyes opened seeing my normal black pants.

But the sight I saw in front of me once I lifted my head sent me into shock.

Jim was on the floor, weak, scared, and completely scratched up with good amounts of blood coming from each wound. His legs when his armour dissipated, were definitely bruised up, and his face all scratched with drying blood attached to each one.

"Claire" Jim said like he could barely speak saying it so quiet and hurt, right before collapsing to the wood floor.

"Jim!".

"No!".

I jolted up out of my bed, swiping off the blankets, and sweating in every which place, gasping in and out, trying to register after seeing that.