Finding Home Again - A Trollhunters story

Chapter Nine - Escape

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LOL I am tired. But that isn't important rn, anyway lol.  

Don't have a lot of time to look this over again, so if anything doesn't make sense, I will update soon. Ciao!!!

   Feeling numb, Jim stared at Claire.

   She raised her chin, her eyes full of stubborn assurance, and mouthed, "I'm okay,"

   Liar, Jim thought, but he gave her a small nod. She sighed.

   Trevor cleared his throat unnecessarily loudly, and reached down and gave Claire's hair a pat. She shot a look of pure hatred up at him.

   "So, Jim. About what I said... Marc, would you?" Trevor stepped back and Marcus brandished his knife wickedly. Jim's eyes widened. No no no no no nonono!

   "Fine!" Jim yelped, and Marcus paused, his knife inches from Claire's skin. "I'll– I'll tell you!"

   Claire subtly nodded to her arms like she was trying to tell him something.

   Oh.

   "Untie her hands, and I – I will tell you."

   Trevor stared at him coldly. "She can do magic, can't she?" 

    Claire sat up. "Not here. Something is blocking it. I tried."

   Her acting was so convincing that Jim almost believed it, but he knew she wouldn't ask for her hands to be free if she couldn't use them for magic. It was the only thing she could possibly use to overpower them.

   "So why would he untie the rope?"

   "Because, that bitch Marcus pulled off my pinky nail, that's why! It hurts like hell. Please?" She made puppy eyes at Trevor, but still managed to show her hate towards him at the same time.

   Trevor leaned down until he was in her face. "I, or Marcus, or any of the men outside can kill you in less than a minute, Claire, so I wouldn't try anything stupid."

   She gulped. "You couldn't,"

   "If you move, Marcus still has the knife, and your feet are still tied."

   "Okay."

   Marcus bent down and cut away the tight bindings around her wrists. Her hands swung down and she looked at her finger, which was a bloody mess. "Ugh," she murmured, then met Jim's eyes and nodded. 

   Blackness burst from her hands like water from a dam.

   Helmut didn't approve of Trevor's plan.

   Searching for the sword, if it even existed, would most likely end badly. The many interesting fellows protecting Arcadia wouldn't let him get to it without a fight.

   Would he try to pull it from the rock? Helmut knew where it was located, but the last thing he'd do was lead him to it.

   Why Trevor wanted it, he wasn't sure. He needed more info, and fast.

   Helmut reached forward and grabbed the package of Turkish Delight from on the dashboard of his car, then got out into the cold night air. The wind whipped his black trenchcoat around his legs as he walked to the house and swept up the front steps.