A Strange Tale (multiverse fanfiction) (On Hold)

Chapter 5: Danger Just Seems to Follow Me Like A Puppy

Merlin stumbled and dropped a batch of wood. I stooped down and picked up the wood. Ever since my escape attempt, I've been watched closely. So I decided to be smarter and maybe start to get to know everyone. I decided to start with Merlin, as he was the least intimidating.

"Thanks," Merlin smiled at me and I returned it. "Not so interested in fleeing anymore?"

I shrugged. "It's getting dark. I would be an idiot to try and run now."

"So you're saying I'll have to keep a close eye on you in the morning?" Merlin grinned and I laughed. 

"Yeah, probably..."

"Look, I understand you're scared. This is all new and you come from a world unlike any other, but trust me, we're the good guys,"

"So you keep saying," I picked up another branch and started gathering firewood. "But I still don't really get what is going on...how on earth did we teleport in a bus to a magical world?"

"Eh...that's not up to me to really tell," Merlin gave a sheepish smile. I sighed and shook my head.

"But what I can tell you, is that we want to keep you safe..."

"Because one of us is special?"

"Something like that..."

"Who?" I asked, and Merlin shook his head.

"We can't really tell...We don't know...all we know, is that we have been given the task to protect you,"

"From what exactly?"

"Ahh, well,"

"You can't tell me that either," I started walking back towards the group, and Merlin nimbly followed behind. 

"Merlin, you bring the wood?" Dean asked then he spotted me. "And seems like our runner is contributing too..."

I rolled my eyes. The pile I was holding was starting to get heavy. I lowered to put it down just as something whizzed past me.

"Get down!" Dean yelled.

Screams erupted from the students, and someone pushed me down. I landed hard on the ground and groaned. It was Dean.

"You're heavy..." I moaned.

Dean pulled me up and started running. Chaos had interrupted, and I looked back. I wanted to scream.

Dark black creatures were storming after us. I saw Arthur and Derek waiting for them. Arthur held a sword in his hand, but Derek carried no weapon.

Turned out he didn't need one. His head twisted and turned and I watched as he morphed into a freakking werewolf. I gasped. Suddenly everything about him made sense....but then, werewolves weren't supposed to exist.

Neither was those hideously ugly monsters.

Dean pushed me to the group that had gathered close to the river.

Rachel screamed, and I realized to my horror that she wasn't there with us. I turned to see if any of the guys had heard, but Dean was busy helping Merlin fight on the other side. I ran out of the group who was huddling together in fear. I saw Rachel close to the border of the woods. Her leg was bleeding, and the dark creature was looming over her.

Normally I would want a plan. A method to save her, or get someone to save her. She may have been a jerk, but she did not deserve to die. I started running towards her, fishing out my dad's hunting knife that was still in my pocket all this time. The creature nearly stabbed her with a dark, sickly knife when I screamed and swiped at it. I'm pretty sure I sounded like a crazy person, and my plan to wound the stupid thing didn't go so well. I merely nicked it, and it struck back. I was flung and landed hard on the ground. However, I could see Rachel had gained her footing and was now getting away.

But the creature decided to ignore me and pursue her.

I screamed as it was almost upon her, when it burst into flames. I turned to see Merlin standing behind me, his eyes glowing yellow.

So...Derek was a werewolf, and Merlin was a warlock?

I just found myself staring at him in shock and awe. Confusion, fear, and adrenaline were pumping in my veins. This story about being in a magical land of Amorgania seemed less crazy by a second. And as I turned to see Derek help Rachel up, I just realized that she may have been the special one. A strange pang struck my chest.

Was I just jealous for not being that special one?!