The Reborn Darkness: Timmy in Peril
The darkness is reforged, and it only has one memory: A desperate longing for Timmy Turner. Timmy is kidnapped, and his panicked fairies have to ask everyone to come back for a FOURTH round!
"Darkness wants
To devour light.
Light wants
To transform darkness.
God says to darkness:
"Darkness, stop!"
God says to light:
"Light start!
Lo, you have won the goal."
In the darkness of my doubts
I know not what to say.
In the darkness of my jealousies
I know not what to feel.
In the darkness of my insecurities
I know not what to become.
In Immortality's Light,
Darkness dies
Infinity's Smiles,
Eternity cries."
Fire.
Cold Fire was burning me through and through my empty core.
I was cast-cast away as I always am-cast so that whenever a part of me is exposed to light, my shadow become greater.
In other words, there is more of me.
More misery and suffering, on my part.
Ah...I can remember.
The boy, sumerged by my very essence....cast a lstorm of light into my core.
My soul was on fire.
But this fire was...oddly warm and comforting....even it if was but for a moment before I was pushed back.
None of the cold fire I was used to that hurt nonetheless.
And the boy's face was burned into my memory, alongside his name.
Timmy Turner.....
Is it bad of me to crave more relief by his prescence? I wanted him safely with ME, so that the constant ache wouldn't throb so much.
It is a pain I have known from the beginning.
The pain of being devoured by my own heart...
Is it wrong of me to hunt him down as such? I never wanted to hurt him or his loved ones.
But that is what my agents did, time and time again.
He cast a large portion of myself into Light.
Beautiful, glorious light with meaning and a heart.'
But...not all of it.
Did he believe he could gather ALL of the darkness? I was forgotten.
Which is why I am taking him back.
Myself.
Timmy happily sank his aching body in the cool comforters. Man, this day of school was hard...
Poof was already dozing off, and Wanda wanted Cosmo to watch a romantic movie with her.
Cosmo was asleep in five seconds. Wanda sighed, and dragged him off the sofa.
Well....he lasted FIVE seconds instead of four this time. Very good. Perhaps tommorow, they would try for the record...
"Night, Sport."
Timmy yawned.
"Night.....Poof...Cosmo.....Wanda....."
And he peacefully closed his eyes.
Crickets ceased their chirping after awhile, especially as I drew near.
I couldn't help but smile. Night was my domain....my other half was embracing the other side of the world, while I was the hated wraith that
seized the world into quiet introspection:
I quietly looked in the Turner home.
That rather sadistic babysitter had gone home...and America's most negligent parents had gotten in from their absurd blindfolded roller
skating....now, they too, were asleep.
Excellent.
I would not bring Timmy Turner to me....I had enough of trying that and failing.
Timmy would come to me.
Timmy sat up, eyes unfocused.
His foot silently touched the cool floor, silent and swaying gently, fluttering between unconsciousness and consciousness.
Timmy.....
There was no answer, not that I had expected one. Timmy silently tiptoed out-I made sure he did not wake his fairies-and just barely avoided
guiding him straight into the wall.
It was like one of those Earth System controllers...very odd, using it.
Timmy crept past his parent's room, silently slid down the banister-I knew the stairs would creak-and he was once more on the ground, eyes and
mouth partly open.
Timmy Turner....
Silently, he obeyed. I was now eagerly guiding every crooked step, in every breath of air he took....
Finally, I had him quietly close the screen door behind him, and step him into the dewey grass of his backyard.
Then, I withdrew from him for a moment.
With a groan, Timmy staggered down onto the grass, eyes now opening, unfocused and confused.
"I.....wha?"
Timmy blinked.
Was he dreaming?
WHY THE HECK WAS HE IN THE BACKYARD?!
Was this Cosmo's idea of a joke? Did his mother's atrocious cooking tune him over again and make him sleepwalk?
Boy, as Timmy turned, he hoped it was the dream.
The Darkness.
Timmy's mouth was open in a silent, nonetheless horrified scream.
"I-YOU-HOW ARE YOU-?!"
And I swept upon him, so that, as he stumbled back into....darkness, no one heard him scream.
