Timmy's body was aching with cramps, he couldn't move a muscle. His back and arms were hurting like hell, as if somebody mercilessly thrashed him. Still he was worried, worried about his pets, the goldfishes.
He had taken them to one of his bedridden school friend to lighten up his mood. So he put the bowl over his cart and carefully went there. The journey was uneventful, but the return wasn't. He could see his goldfish lying lifelessly on the road.
The broken pieces of the bowl was scattered everywhere, a blood curling cry came out of his mouth, "Damn you, Vicki."
(15 years later)
"Hey, Earth to Timmy,Can you hear us?" Rony was trying desperately to get the attention of his day dreaming colleague.
Timmy was pulled out of his thoughts by Rony.
"Pal, you need to focus on the new show, we want nothing less than 'The fairy godparents '" Rony tried to encourage Timmy.
Timothy(Timmy) Turner was the creator of the blockbuster cartoon series, 'The Fairy Godparents', the adventures of a fairy couple who adopts a miserable child being heckled by an obnoxious babysitter and left behind by overly vacation loving biological parents.
The series was a blockbuster, now his boss aka as the director Dell Brake wants him to repeat the feat once again.
"It's easier said than done, Rony." Timmy was deleting the newest outline of of the sketch. He had something in his mind about a a shadowy mystery loving girl falling in love with a romantic fan-fiction writer. Still the sketches weren't that appealing.
It was already 8 in the night, and people were getting out from the office. The director has given him the deadline of a week to finish the outlines. This has left him with quite some stress. Timmy sped up a little bit, this lonely neighbourhood always gave him the creeps.
"I need to get out asap, there might be a mugger or a burglar lurking in the shadows." Timmy instinctively tightened his torso as a high pitched sound was heard.
Timmy freaked out and as a result his rough sketchbook fell down and some rough papers floated beneath a parked car.
Timmy crouched down and with a high amount of difficulty retrieved the rough sketches, suddenly the sound appeared again right behind him.
Timmy turned his head, he saw in the dim street light a silhouette, with silvery inline roller skates and a sparkling metal bat. The figure laughed sarcastically and swung the bat towards Timmy's head with full force. In the brief moment Timmy saw one, no two things; the fiery raid hair fell down due to the abrupt swing and the piercing pink eyes lit up in the sudden moonlight, "Vicki?" but before he could say something more the sensation of a sharp pain overwhelmed him.
(The next morning)
"What, he is admitted there? Oh god, is he ok?" Rony was visibly trembling while he was holding the office land-phone in his trembling hands.
"This is bad, , Timmy is injured and admitted." Rony answered to an anxious Bell Drake.
" Let, him rest a bit, shall we?" the chief diplomatically avoided his responsibility towards his employee.
"Where am I? This place doesn't look like my home. This smell, God, this sick smell of antiseptics, oh fuck." Timmy was surprised to see the iv needle perforating his left wrist. He saw the room once again, he was in a hospital room, lying on a bed and was the only patient in the small room as other beds were empty.
The memory of the last night came back with a sharp headache, "Yes, it has to be that. That fucking mugger attacked me back there, but am I this much serious to be admitted here?"
"How are you, ?" the black haired woman asked Timmy, from her appearance and apron, Timmy deduced that she was a junior doctor, her name tag read,Dr. Rita Vale.
"I'm fine , but how serious were my injuries?" Timmy asked the doctor.
"It wasn't that much of a deal. You only suffered mild head trauma and your salt levels were a bit down. Mostly it was the trauma of being a victim of a crime.I guess you'll be fine by tomorrow morning." the doctor reassured the young cartoonist.
" Mr. Turner, I really enjoyed the first season of "The Fairy Godparents.", that was a super series, are you planning a reboot?" the doctor asked him with an expectant look.
"Yup, the season two will soon, go on air." Timmy replied with a smile, he liked to be mentioned for his work.
A young man suddenly came in, he was in a traditional dark blue suit and a hat, his demeanour looked very imposing, "So you're awake ? I'm detective Samuel from the PD, I'm in-charge of this assault case."
"Yes." Timmy blurted out a meek reply, while Rita interjected, "He only woke up detective, please be a little considerate on your questioning?"
Samuel silently nodded his head and started the questioning.
"So,Mr. Turner, you're being attacked last night around 8, near the bowling alley?" Samuel asked Timmy.
"Yes, Detective."
"So, you're attacked from behind with a blunt instrument?"
"Yes, a shiny metal bat to be specific."
"Hmm, did you see your attacker?"
"Not really, I could see just the silhouette, still I saw that that the perpetrator was a young female, she wore silvery in-line skates; and she has red hair and I could see a part of her face, her eyes were pink." Timmy churned his memory for that information.
"But, wasn't it dark enough, could you really have seen her pupils?Is she someone familiar who has such eyes and fits the description so you thought her to be your attacker?" Samuel was still skeptical.
"Though the light was very dim over there, but yesterday was full moon, I saw her eyes in that instant as the cloud just disappeared." Timmy gave the full picture.
"Hmm...fair enough, as none of your belongings were taken so we can assume that it wan't any mugging incident, she must be harbouring a grudge on you, though she had the chance to kill you, yet she let you slip. So she doesn't want to kill you, but hurt you. Does these ring a bell?" Samuel narrowed his eyes on Timmy.
Timmy could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the name was on the tip of the tongue but he couldn't tell it to the detective as another fact popped up in his mind.
"I don't have anyone to suspect, I live a peaceful live Inspector." Timmy's mastery of suppressing emotions came handy now.
"Ok, if we get something we'll inform you, I don't think that you would be needing police protection for now, but if you feel scared then inform me, ok?" Samuel handed his visiting card to Timmy.
(His thoughts)
"Good thing that I checked my tongue. Vicki can't be that person, not after that incident." Timmy thought as a an incident of his yesteryears started playing on his mind scape.