~You Give My World Color~ Jlaire

Chapter 6: Trolls and Turmoil

Jim (3rd POV but centered around him)

Cradling Claire like precious cargo, he easily lifted her limp body off the ground and moved to find her bedroom as quickly as possible.
His heart ached, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted to jump for joy, or collapse in tears.
But, he pushed his feeling aside for later, something he was trained to do the moment his step-father entered his life and figured out just what he was.
Jim picked up her homework he left at the door quickly, setting it in Claire's lap then proceeded to climb the stairs.
His steps were quiet, and all was peaceful in the house. Good.
He reached her room, sitting her down on his lap as he moved his free hand to move the homework to her desk.
Jim was trained to mimick handwriting (One of the many things Strickler taught. Wasn't too sure why he taught him that, but he didn't question it) so he could do her homework for her as he...hid in the closet or something.
Jim sighed, rocking Claire in his arm as he hummed a tune.
She was just too...precious for his world.

It's safer this way.

It's better this way.

It has to be this way.

Take the amulet.

He growled at his thoughts, but stopped. He shook his head and hung it with sorrow, kissing her forehead.
"I'm sorry Claire." Jim whispered as he stood, turned, and slid her into her bed.
He then reached for the glowing blue light in her pocket.

Stone made contact with metal, and Jim's mind broke.

Trollhunter!

Who do you fight for, trollhunter?

Who are you?

Trollhunter?

We wait till you are worthy again.

Protect the Earth.

Protect them.

Protect her.

Trollhunter! Trollhunter!

You can change in more ways than one.

Trollhunter!

Rise and become.

Jim pulled his hand away from the amulet as if it burned him, tears bringing his eyes as both hands flew up to his mouth, muffling his urges to scream.
If he was in his human skin, it would be bright red and burning.
Jim steered himself to calm down, taking rapid steps back away from the amulet. He felt so many emotions the couldn't supress.
He was confused, startled, anxious...

Afraid.

Jim didn't want to touch the amulet again.
He felt sick to his head with shame. But he didn't have any clue why he did. He was guilty, he knew it.
Jim turned on his heel, taking Claire's homework, along with a piece of paper containing Claire's writing, and changing back to his human form.
He climbed into her closet, trying to ignore how awkward it felt doing so.
He distracted himself with her homework for the time being.