Don't hate me! Please. I know, I suck, I disappeared for like... two months+ and left you on probably one of the worst cliffhangers I've written. Anyways... I've banned myself from writing anything unless it's CCC. At least until it's finished.

I plan to finish and post the last chapter on February 8th, the first date the first chapter was published! YAY!

Also, I know this chapter is hellishly short, but give me a break, my life... I could (probably will) write a book about my life and people would think it's a bad comedy sketch.

I need to stop talking about myself. Disclaimer, Enjoy, and...

Let The Chaos Ensue...

Chapter 35: Terrible Plan

Werber finally came out of his daze, he found the creature, supposedly Jim, sitting against his kitchen wall talking to Claire and Maggie.

"...eks at most. We can play normal, then we can get recruiting. Merlin should be done with what I asked for by first week of December. Once that's done, we go to Kyle and Alex. Then the rest of the school."

"That's a terrible plan Jim," Claire said.

"Well I think it's a wonderful plan!" Maggie cheered.

"It's a terrible plan," she emphasized.

"You haven't heard my full plan," Jim deadpanned.

"Well then let's hear it, because right now all I hear is half baked nonsense," Claire bit.

"I just need a bit of time to fine tune the last details, but I know it can work."

"That's hinging on everyone in Corbin high rallying around you and your idiocy! That's assuming they'd even follow this." She yelled, gesturing to his horns and blue skin, pointing to his tusks.

Jim lowered his head, eyes focusing on the floor.

Magie's eyes went wide, and Claire clapped her hand over her mouth.

Werber didn't know what was going on, but he could tell what Claire had just said was a big no no.

"Ah…" he said, but stopped there.

Jim stood, avoiding eye contact with the girls. Without another word he walked out back into the snow, ignoring the rising sun in the distance and dashing into the forest.

Claire buried her face in her hands and slumped down onto the floor.

"Smooth Claire," Maggie said.

"Uh… What's going on?" Werber asked.

"Oh, you're metally awake."

"Yeah, I'm here again. What just happened."

"I'm an idiot," Claire muttered.

"Jim… he's uh, he's… blue."

"You have eyes," Maggie smirked. "Congratulations."

"He's a troll, Werber." Claire said, mentally berrading herself.

"So all that stuff about respect, losing your life stuff, the violent culture, his weird… noises?"

"It's a really long story," Magie said.

"And what was that?" He asked, mentioning his abrupt departure.

"He uh, has a hard time with how he looks because… he uh, used to be a human." Claire said quietly in a solemn tone.

"He's actually half troll, understand that Claire is normally just fine with this…"

"And I didn't mean anything by it, but most people don't do well when dealing with trolls and even his mom is off put by his appearance. So I doubt our classmates would be without time to adjust."

"Not to mention the fact once he's out Amanda and Kyle are gonna spread what happened like wildfire," Maggie added.

"What happened?" Werber asked.

Claire took a breath. "Short version… we kidnapped them after they trespassed in trollmarket…"

"Kidnapped? Trollmarket?"

Claire buried her face in her hands, "Why don't we go sit down."

…

Jim wasn't mad, not really even hurt. Okay, maybe a bit. Only because it was true. Mostly he was just frustrated because she was right. He had to get them to follow him. Him as a troll. He needed to figure out the fine details of his plan.

He was in his alcove in Blinkey's library, pouring over the books and tomes for all he was worth. He needed to figure this out before the girls got back. Claire was gonna be mushy mess trying to apologize, and as soon as she was done apologizing up and down (which would take about a week), she would grill him on his plan to get rid of the goblins for good.

"Master Jim, what is wrong with your face?" Blinkey asked as he came in a gasped.

He looked up, unamused. "It's called a scowl, Blink."

"No, I mean it's covered in blood!" He exclaimed.

Jim scoffed, returning to his book and speaking monotone. "Oh, that. You're books didn't have a piece of information in them, and I found an anthill of goblins. I'm changing their grouping name to Army, instead of horde. You know, like an army of aunts? Because there's that many."

"There's what?!" He screeched.

Jim nodded nonchalantly. "Yep."

"Well this is certainly a problem. I expect you already have a plan?"

"Definitely, working on the details right now," he drawled.

"Care to share?" Blinkey huffed, hands on hips, arms crossed.

"I plan on exposing myself to the high schoolers and staff, then utilizing the numbers and my soon to be brilliant plan, eradicate the goblins that are here in Corbin to non-existent numbers." He said, still reading, not looking up. He folded his ears against his head in preparation to Blinkey's outburst.

"You plan to what?!" He began pacing, tossing his arms around. "I can't even begin to tell you how many things are wrong with that! This is madness. Why would you even consider such a plan! There are other ways! And disregarding one of your main duties as trollhunter, it's absolutely insane…"

Jim snarled at the historian, quieting his rant. He looked up from his book and glared with a growl in his throat. "And what's the point of a secret if everyone is dead?"

The bridge of his nose wrinkled with his anger.

"I can keep the trolls safe in here, but I can't just lock the humans away to keep them safe. These goblins… their numbers… Claire, Maggie, Amanda, they'd die before we killed half of them! Hell, Amanda almost did die tonight! It was lucky we had someone to help," he muttered.

Blinkey sighed. "I suppose you're right. And… I trust your judgment."

Jim smiled returning to his books. "Thanks blinkey, that's all I ask for."

WC:929 (I'm sorry)

REVIEW! it helps me write faster.