Various Fanfictions

no one is coming (you freak)

Shannara Chronicles

Wil jerked awake, sitting up so fast he almost got whiplash. His breaths heaved, the terror and fear from his nightmare still fresh in his mind. Sweat ran down in little rivulets that followed the curve of his spine spine and into the indents in his lower back.

He looked to his right to see Eritrea and Amberle still sound asleep. The sun was poking through the trees, but Wil didn't want to wake them yet. They settled down late the night before and needed the sleep.

Besides, he didn't want them to see him like this. Vulnerable, shaking in fear from his own mind. Except it wasn't. It was real. And it was coming for him.

He hastily threw on his jacket with shaking hands and shoved on his boots. His lips bumped each other as they quivered in residual fear. Water, he needed water. He needed to clear his mind.

The stream was a ways away, but hopefully close enough to hear anyone call his name if he was needed. He knelt down to the water and cupped his hands, letting the crystal liquid pool.

Wil never got the chance to bring it to his lips. Behind him, a twig snapped, and he dropped the water. He leapt to his feet, hand going to the knife on his calf.

"Who's there?" He called, trying to keep the shake from his voice. It was the demons, they were here, they were here and they were going to kill him. Amberle, he thought. Eritrea. Were they okay?

It became apparent in the next moment that it was him who he needed to worry about. He heard a splash in the water and whipped around. And there stood a man, a large man, covered in knives and blades, holding one and smiling wickedly.

"What do we have here?" A voice said behind him, and panic rose in his heart like ice, paralyzing him. He realized he was surrounded.

"An elf, by the looks of it," another said, a woman with dark, sinister eyes. "Half of one, that is."

"How much you think we'd get from those halfling ears?" She asked, pointing her knife at him.

"Let's find out," her partner said. Without thinking, Wil backed up. Panic welled up inside him, unable to comprehend that he, the would be savior of the Four Lands, would meet his demise by a few elf hunters.

Wil backed into something hard. With a start, he realized it was the other man. An arm wrapped around his throat and the other clamped over his mouth. Immediately, Wil brought his hands up to clamp the strong arms, to pull them away, but to no avail.

The other two approached, but before they could get too close, Wil raised a foot and slammed it down onto the man's foot. It loosened the grip enough for him to wiggle free with a sharp cry.

Before anyone could react, he was gone. Wil had never run faster in his life. In the back of his mind, he was glad he remembered to run the opposite direction from the girls. Royal Elven ears would certainly go for a lot.

Wil's feet thumped the ground as he leapt over fallen logs, uncaring of the thorns and brambles that cut into his skin. His heart thumped in his chest, and the terrified child inside wanted to cry out for his friends to save him. But it would only put them in danger.

He was alone.

Something strong wrapped around his ankles, and he crashed to the ground, hard. He bit his lip, blood beginning to rush from his mouth. In seconds, the three elf hunters caught up to him.

"He's a quick one, I'll have to remember that," one said. A boot landed on his back roughly, driving his chest into the hard ground.

"Please," Wil wheezed, unable to drag in a breath. "There are bigger things at stake here, you don't understand-"