This is a troll hunter fanfic with oc characters that tie to the show. It has been one hundred years since the events of the show.
It's a Friday night in the city of Stacy, California. A party will be starting soon in the house of young man, the very first he's ever thrown. And that party will be at my house.
Hi, I'm James, a tall social wanderer, which pretty much means a total nobody. I've got golden blonde hair and the best bright blue eyes ever seen; well, at least according to my mom. My friend Dale and I are going to have a total blast tonight! We might even get a few looks from a girl or two.
"Mom! Can you hurry up?" I yell up the stairs, trying to get my mother to leave for her date already. She's been single for about seven years now since dad filed for a divorce; she hasn't really been the same without him. I hear a light chuckle as a woman with beautiful long, flowing blonde hair slowly walks down the stairs. Her small green eyes hold a bit of worry, but she gets ready to leave nonetheless.
"James, be patient. I still have some time before my date, you know. It seems like you don't want me to stay." She gave me a curious look which I replied with a sheepish smile. Mom only sighed and said, "You kids are so secretive these days…"
She leaned upwards and attempted to kiss my head, but I quickly lead her out of the house before she could; I was not about to let her treat me like my little brother Kyle. After I said goodbye, I closed the door and waited until mom's car was out of site. I hurried to the kitchen and started grabbing bags of chips, pouring them into bowls. I then set the bowls on the maple wood coffee table that sat in front of our couch in the living room. I placed the different types of dips on the counter, and some soda bottles with cups. With that, I was finished setting out the food.
I looked around the living room. Something was missing...
"Music! We need music!" I say. I rushed into the garage. I look around and smile as I spot two big speakers sitting off to the side of room. Once I dragged them into the living room, I positioned them just right, and, with some help from my phone, music was now filling the house as the party preparations were finally completed.
There was a series of knocks at the door; no doubt signaling the arrival of some of my guests. Once I let my friends and classmates in I directed them over to the living room. More and more students showed up, but Dale still wasn't here yet. So I wandered around my house watching as the party grew. I wait for around an hour for my friends Dale and Max, but eventually I give up and went to join the festivities in the living room. I sit down on the couch and join in on a game going on. A group of people headed upstairs, but I didn't really care what they are doing.
A few minutes later, I started to hear a strange, gravelly laugh which was accompanied by the sudden shattering of what sounded like glass. It was soon followed by a scream. Silence fell upon the house. A group of jocks walked up the steps to investigate. I followed them a ways and watched from the bottom of the stairs.
The door to the guest room was open, if only just a little. They peered in. More screams were heard as the door suddenly slammed shut. One person made it to the stairs. They tumbled down, ripped apart, and landed at my feet. I look up only to see the dark, hollow smile of a black stone beast, breathing like it had just gone for a jog. The creature leaped down the stairs and chased some of the students who started to flee from my house.
The first kid to the door was stopped by the beast's thin blade as it penetrated his chest. He was quickly kicked aside; the line behind him thrown around the room. The beast went into a frenzy, killing all those who stood before it. The blood of those it killed marked the wall. The creature cleaned its blade after each kill.
I was frozen in fear. I only snapped out it when I saw a limb fly past me. I quickly turned about, looking for an exit, any exit. I see the back door and make a run for it.
As I sprint for the door, the beast sees and glares at me with its electric blue eyes. I run faster and am just barely able to reach the door before the sound of smooth stone piercing my gut reaches my ears. I look down and watch as the blade is pulled out of me. Excruciating pain shot through my body, causing me to seize uncontrollably. My vision began to blur, but the pain continued, unceasing. My consciousness begins to fade as I fall to the floor.
After the massacre that took place in my own home, the beast checked over those who met a gruesome death. When it came to me, it smiled and said, "I know that you're alive. One of my fleshy toys has actually survived for my enjoyment."
I wince as I'm flipped onto my back. My eyes are filled with tears as the blade draws a line under my left eye.
"Listen closely, human. I am your end. I will kill you–but not just yet. I will enjoy the coming days, yes, very much so. Haro Shadea will be back soon." The blade is pulled back after it left its mark on my face. The last thing I remember before blacking out is being stepped over and the flashing lights and sirens of police cars.
'The sound of wheels squeaking. God when will they stop? I swear it will never end,' I think.
I slowly open my eyes and am greeted with a white ceiling. It's too bright, too much. I try to sit up, but I am pushed back down onto what I assume is a bed.
"James… Please, just stay down." I see my mother's face looming over me. Her eyes are red. She obviously having a breakdown. I give her a slight nod–my head is pounding–and close my eyes.
A voice echoed throughout my head. A tear rolled down my cheek as I remember it being the sound of its – no her voice. She's the one that did this. She's the one who needs to die not… not them.
Not my classmates.
"James? James, it's me… Dale." I slowly open my eyes again. I look over to my right and smile lightly at my best friend. He was so thin you'd think he would be put in the hospital instead of me.
"D-Dale… Hey. How's… How's everyone else?" I ask. Dale winced as his gaze fell to the floor.
"You're… You're the only one who survived, James," Dale whispered. He glanced up at for a brief moment before quickly returning his eyes to the floor again.
"W-What?" I look at, completely shocked and eyes wide.
"Whoever did this wanted to leave a message," Dale explained. As he said this, I heard her voice again.
'Yesss. A message well received it seems… And one regularly heard,' her voice rings in my ears. I close my eyes and start tremble a little with fear. My eyes are shut so tight that all I can see is darkness. The feel of a needle piercing my left arm snaps me back to reality. My head swings to the left and I see a doctor holding a needle. Dale is nowhere in sight.
"This will help you get some much needed sleep," she says.
Whatever medicine she gave me starts to take effect almost immediately. Soon, I fall into a deep sleep.
When I come to again, I slowly sit up and open my eyes. As I look around, I see my mother asleep in the chair beside my bed. I continue to let my gaze wander around the room. I spot some cards from my (not dead) classmates and teachers. I reach over and pick up the stack of cards and briefly read through them. 'Get well soon–It wasn't your fault–Come back to school soon–We miss you–Hope you feel better,' they all said. I frown at the cards. And pain in my stomach brings my attention to my wound. It was stitched and starting to disappear; somewhat at least. There'd probably be a scar though.
I look at the calendar on the wall and am a little surprised. It's been a few weeks since… since that day. Just thinking of it makes me wince. I turn towards my mother again. My gaze lands on her hand. I softly lay my own hand on my mother's and sigh. "Mom?" I ask. "Mom, I–I'm..." She slowly comes to, and looks at me. She opens her mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a sigh.
"It's… It's not your fault James. I need you to understand that right now. Kids your age have parties… It's okay. You didn't know this would happen," she said in a soft, gentle voice. She smiles, tearing up as she looks at me. She pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so, so, so relieved that I still have my baby boys. Look we can leave tonight. We're staying in a hotel until we can get a new home… I don't care about If you go back to school or not. Right now, all that matters is that you're safe."
The door opens and Max, Dale, and some of my other classmates enter. Many of them hug close to the wall out of fear like I am supposedly evil… cursed even. I see a few who wish to pity me. One girl stands among them. Her name is Alice. Her black hair with side-brushed bangs and a little ponytail frames her small, perfect face. Her slender frame stands nervously with some papers from what I'm assuming to be school.
Dale comes to my side and holds my hand. 'If you don't want to go to school right away you can always study ahead..." He looks at Alice. She steps forward as if to hand me the papers, but instead she ends up looking at ends up handing them to him before she quickly steps back towards the wall. "But if you do, you might want this done by Monday," he chuckles and gets up. The smile says it all. He's worried for me. As soon as they had come in, they had left; few looked back at me along with Alice.
Once alone again with my mother, I decide to get up. Slowly, and with her help, I am up on my feet clutching the IV stand as I slowly recognize how to walk again. I spend the day walking around and doing the school work that I had missed.
Meanwhile, that night in the woods near the hospital, a couple is camping alone. As they head into their tent, they hear twigs snap. The man turns around and lets out a loud scream that is quickly off as a blade slits his throats like a hot knife through butter. The woman suffered a more gruesome death after being knocked to the ground. She was kicked over and over; followed by the removal of her teeth and gouging out of the eyes. Haro threw them into the tent and sealed it up. Walking to the tree nearest to the tent she left the marks of her victim's blood engraved in the tree trunk.