Fear in its Eyes

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That Night~~(Third Person's POV)

Jim sighed, as he walked down the street back to his house, his body ached terribly from from the training he had endured with Draal. But his aching form wasn't the main concern, right now, Jim's thoughts were on the brunette, Sonya. How was she so calm around Trollmarket, Blinky, Draal, Arrrgh and so on, even the fact that Jim was the Trollhunter seemed to alright to her. She was entirely too ok with all of this, Jim knew that for certain. Jim sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as the brisk night air tickled his skin.

As Jim walked down the street, the bushes next to the sidewalk began rustling and moving. Jim tested up and froze, he then reached over into his book bag and pulled out the amulet,

"For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is Mine to Command." he whispered, the armor began glowing in the night, and it clamped around his lean body. The Sword of Daylight materialized in his open hand and he spun the blade before brandishing it.

He heard a fain growl, and a flash of brown fur. It was that dog-thing! Jim gasped before jumping into the bushes after it, the bushes parting as he landed in the soft grass.

A head of him he saw something on four legs, with glowing green eyes and pointed ears, much like a wolf but . . . bigger. Much bigger. The beast looked back at him with bared teeth before taking off at a fast pace, it's breath ragged and uneven.

"Oh, no you don't . . ." Jim murmured, giving chase, Daylight poised to his side allowing him to be a little more streamlined as he ran through the darkened woods.

He could see it before him, it's furry body clouded by shadow,  he could hear it's panting breath as it ran through the trees as silent as the night. Suddenly, seemingly faster than light, it turned on Jim and assumed a stance on all four legs.

Jim skidded to a halt, "Oh, boy . . ." he held up his sword, "I'm. . . not afraid . . ." he told himself, this was in no way a Troll or a Goblin, Jim had never seen anything like it.

This . . . dog was shrouded in shadow, the only thing visible were glowing green eyes, the occasional flash of mahogany fur and gleaming white fangs. Jim took a deep breath then ran at it, his blade held up. The beast let out a vicious snarl and latched onto Jim's blade with a vice-like grip.

"Hey!" Jim sank his weight and pulled, dragging the blade through it's jaws, he heard a yelp and the dog-thing let go, blood splattering the grass, as no doubt it's mouth was bleeding. It turned it's muzzle away, and Jim could see rich red blood run down it's lips--dripping into the grass.

"You know what I can do now!" Jim held Daylight up, "Now, what's your move?" he asked, his brows knit together.

The dog-thing turned on him again, and growled, but what Jim saw in it's eyes wasn't anger, rage or viciousness . . . fear. He knew the look of fear all too well, and the look that thin was giving him was fear. Jim's body froze up, before he slowly lowered Daylight.

"You're not a killer, you're scared and confused." he reached out with a hand, "I know how that feels." he smirked.

The beast snapped it's bloody jaws before taking off into the night, it's breath echoing in Jim's brain. Jim pulled the amulet from his body and the armor vanished in a cloud of blue light.

Jim then made his way back to his house, he opened the door and the first thing he saw coming in was a note, he picked it up and saw it was from his mother:

'Late night at the hospital, won't be home until 4:30 tomorrow. Sleep tight!

~Love, Mom.'

Jim sighed and folded up the paper, he then pulled off his book bag and set it on the banister before making his way down to the basement, only to find Draal snacking on some coal.

"Ah, Trollhunter," he turned to him, "you made it home." he chuckled gruffly.

Jim sighed, sitting at the bottom step, "Yeah . . . barely . . ." he mumbled.

This got Draal's attention, he turned to Jim, "What do you mean by 'Barely'?" he asked.

"Draal," Jim sighed, choosing his next words with care, "it showed up again, that-that wolf thing." he sputtered.

Draal's brows furrowed, "Again? Did you cut it down?" he asked, leaning over the human.

Jim rubbed the back of his neck, "I-I cut it, but I couldn't. . .  see it, it was dark and-and there was shadows." he rubbed his head, "Draal, that thing is fast and strong but . . ."

"What? Spit it out!" Draal pressed.

Jim took a deep breath and looked up at the horned troll, "It was scared." he stated, "When it looked at me . . . I didn't see anger I saw . . .fear."

"Of you?" Draal scoffed, "I highly doubt that." he put a hand on his hip, chuckling at the thought of anything or anyone fearing Jim.

Jim rolled his eyes, "No, not of me!" Jim's eyes drifted to the burning furnace, "Just . . . scared of everything . . ."

Draal let out a deep chuff, "Whatever this thing is," he walked back over to the furnace, "I say we hunt it down tomorrow night!" he growled, looking back at him, "We do not need any more distractions, especially with Gunmar's threat on the horizon."

Jim sighed, knowing Draal was right, "Yeah, you're right, Draal. No more distractions." he then stood up to leave before he remembered something, "What about Sonya?" he asked.

Draal peaked a stony brow, "The Mouthy Fleshbag Female?" he asked, before he laughed lightly, "She knows her way around fighting, I will not deny." He then shook his head, "But she will not last a moment against a Gumm-Gumm." he chuffed, "Best keep her out of this, Trollhunter, to the best of your ability."

Jim sighed, "It's not like I can just tell her that, Draal." he shrugged, "Sonya has known about the existence of Trolls for years. Do you think she'll just walk away?" he asked, putting his hand on the rail of the steps.

Draal froze up for a moment before sighing, "What are you implying?" he asked, looking back at the young human he had grown fond of.

Jim shrugged, "I dunno, I mean . . . Sonya knows how to fight." he peaked a brow, "We just need to teach her how to fight . . . Gumm-Gumms. Shouldn't be too hard, right?"

Draal scoffed, "If you have forgotten, Trollhunter, that Mouthy Fleshbag gets on my nerves." he growled, "She's impulsive, rude, unpredictable and-"

"Alone." Jim cut him off, "Draal, Sonya transferred here from South Dakota, nearly half-way across the country." Jim sighed, "Honestly, I can't blame her for being like this, the family that is hosting her never really acknowledges her existence. Just . . . give her a chance, ok?" he asked.

Draal rolled his eyes, "Fine . . . I will . . . try." he drew out the last word as if it were poison.

Jim chuckled, "Cool! G'night, Draal." he walked up the stairs and vanished to the floor above.

"Good night, Trollhunter." Draal rumbled back.

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