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Storm Inside

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain came down hard as the thunder cracked in the sky. The lightning flashed strongly, the wind whisking those that were not welcomed in it. As the unlucky souls that were caught up in the storm ran for cover, the storm clouds grew gray. They were showing signs that they were not leaving any time soon. A young teen boy panted as the puddle he stepped in splashed his green rain coat. His purple boots were now very soaked as was his pink hat. He was soaked to the skin, yet he still trudged on in the rain. He had no other choice.

He had no place to go in this terrible weather. No one cared for this child. Or, at the very least, that was his opinion. The young teen ran into the only house on the block without any lights on. He immediately turned on the lights, seeing that he was home alone. He quickly discarded all of his wet clothes, running into the bathroom as he did. He forgot briefly about the dry clothes that he would need, instead focusing on the current way he was in. The water started up, cold at first, before finally getting hot. As he let the water warm up his scrawny body, he let the silence consume him.

It was almost welcoming at that point, compared to the chaos of the storm. He grabbed the soap, washing up the scars that were on 75% of his body. The one that was more faded was also the biggest. It was on his chest, long and it was where his lower chest would be. He still felt the pain of that injury. But no one cared to notice. No one loved him. Sure, he had...them. But how long would that last, anyhow? Three, maybe four, years? And then what? He wouldn't remember them? Why couldn't he be left with the memories of the only happiness he ever had in his life? It was frustrating to him.

They were always there for him. Sure, they didn't know about the scars. They knew he had been tortured by her. But she left. He couldn't remember why or when. Quite frankly, he didn't care. He wondered how long that was in him. The idea that he no longer cared. Maybe since two years ago? His scar flared up, the ghost pain coming back to him. A small but low yelp escaped his lips as he struggled to keep it low. The tears rolled down his eyes, his body shaking in convulsions. He struggled to stay on his feet. He struggled not to yell for help. He struggled not to picture that awful moment.

How in the world was he supposed to forget that one day? It was just not possible, or at least, he hoped not. While it did give him a scar, he had to admit, that was the best day of his life. The day where he found out that he was the true... He turned off the water, opening the glass door of the shower, grabbing a towel in the process. His face was blank but the look on his face was all too clear. He was basically a solder. There was no denying that. But why did he have to be such a young one? He dried himself off, seeing that he now had fresh and dry clothes on the hamper. A smile touched his lips, seeing that it was his favorite pair of pajamas.

They really did love him. Why, he would never know. He could hear them in the next room as he put them on. He yawned, exiting the bathroom. He looked up at the picture up on the wall. It was the last picture of him with his parents. They were all happy. A small tear entered his eye, taking the picture down for a minute. He looked at his parents, sad. Why, he wondered, did they ignore him everyday? Why did they allow for their only son to live like this? Why was he cast aside by those that he loved the most? Was it because he was Timothy "Timmy" Tiberius Turner?


Timmy walked into his bedroom, seeing his fairy god parents. Wanda saw him first, floating over to her god child.

"How you feeling, sport? A lot better?" She asked, sounding worried.

"Honestly, I'm feeling really tired," Timmy answered, truthfully.

"You did have a big exam that Cracker surprised ya with," Cosmo stated, turning into a literal cracker.

Poof sighed in annoyance as Sparky walked over to his owner. He had been here, waiting for Timmy to return home from his day.

"You should get some sleep," Sparky pointed out.

Timmy merely nodded, piling himself into bed. Wanda tucked him in, seeing that the boy was asleep before his head hit the pillow. She kissed his head; her husband, her son, and the fairy dog following after her lead.

"Rest well, Timmy," Wanda whispered. "Rest well, sport."

The fairies decided to change into some stuffed animals and blankets. Sparky curled up into a ball, laying on Timmy's left side. Though he knew that he didn't have to sleep, he just felt better giving the kid a companion. After all, that's what he needed the most. Or so they thought.


It was true that Timmy was a boy with fairies and a fairy dog. It was also true that Timmy had a terrible family. And it was also true that the boy was going through his teenager faze. The fairies were frightened that they would be taken away – just when Timmy needed them most. Timmy's parents, Terrance and Tamara, often went on "business" trips. But they had been on the move ever since Timmy had turned thirteen. Jorgen Von Strangle, while he was the enforcer of Da Rules, was trying to pull every string he could to let Timmy keep his fairies. Sure, while Timmy was a pain, he had to admit that the kid was growing on him.

He wanted the Chosen One – the true Chosen One – to stay within magic forever. However, that was proving to be harder than he thought.

"No one said that this would be easy," Cupid stated to him.

"No one said that we would all love this kid as much as we do," Jorgen pointed out, sadly.

To this, Cupid merely nodded. The fairies did all love Timmy. While he was a menace, he did do everything in his power to help. He was a good, kind soul that was going to grow-up in a cold, cruel world once his fairies left. And it seemed like the fairy council didn't care. They just wanted to move on to the next child.

One of them stated firmly, "While it is true that Timmy Turner has done a lot for the fairies, we don't need someone else turning into another Denzel Crocker or Miss Doombringer. While Denzel isn't that much of a threat, Doombringer is. And we don't need that. Chosen One or not."

"That is NOT fair!" Jorgen disputed.

A second councilman spoke, "No one said that life was fair."

"You do realize that this is no ordinary boy we are talking about here?!" Jorgen hissed.

The third councilman nodded as he replied, "Yes, we are all quite well aware of Turner's actions for Fairy World and also, regrettably, against it."

"Then I will disband this council and let Turner remember!" Jorgen threatened.

The fourth councilman told him, "You will do no such thing if you want the balance of the wishing meter stabled."

"That's bull and out of date," Jorgen huffed.

The final and fifth councilman responded, "Call what you want, Jorgen. But we all agree. If you want to keep that marriage to the Tooth Fairy, I suggest you drop this matter."

Jorgen snarled, showing his hand. There was no wedding ring upon it. He said nothing as he let his actions sink into the council. With a tap of his wand, Jorgen was gone. He was fed up with it. He was so frustrated with the whole thing. He just wanted the same thing as all of the other fairies. He wanted Timmy to remember them forever. He had deserved it.


Wishmaker1028: Well that ends the start to this story. I know it is a bit dark but it will probably get way darker since this is rated T. I mean, there are gonna be several reasons for this. I do want it as a darker version of an old classic, 'The Chaos of Knowing'. But for now guys, please read and review! And always think outside of the box!