Tainted Child
Chapter one; The Attack
It was a rainy day in Dimsdale and unfortunately ten year old Timmy Turner had missed the school bus home, and because his two fairy god parents had stayed at home today instead of coming to school, because his insane fairy hunting teacher Mr. Crocker was getting too suspicious about Timmy talking to his pencils and erases.
Well, at least walking home would delay the inevitable, and that was icky Vicky, his monestrous and evil slave driver of a baby sitter. Once again his parents were going out for dinner and not bringing him along, like they ever did. He wished they would get a different baby sitter for a change, but Vicky seemed to of had an hypnotic hold on all of the parents in Dimsdale, despite her insane prices.
The rain was cold and it was rather dark because of the storm. He shivered wrapping his tiny arms around himself. He had not brought a coat with him, despite Wanda's protesting, because of it being only early September and still warm out. He was wishing he had listened because right now he was freezing to death!
Well....at least if he got a cold, he'd be able to mess a day or so of school—but on second thought Vicky would probably be his baby sitter and he was still trying to figure out who was worst. Crocker, or Vicky.
A car zoomed past him splashing him from head to toe with a puddle of icy cold and dirty water. He groaned, but he couldn't really say he wasn't expecting it to happen. His eyes darted around, having to squint to try and prevent rain from getting in them. He spotted an alley that was narrow and that he could use to cut the time it would take to get home in half. He often used it before when missing the bus, or when walking with his god parents. Though it had always been sunny and felt safe, however in the dark and rain the shortcut looked kind of creepy and he hesitated. Another car passed, splashing him and with a sound of annoyance he ran towards the alley.
"At least no cars can splash me in hear." He muttered to himself. He wiped his soggy bangs from his face and began walking down the ally. It was longer then he remembered it and he felt oddly tensed. He listened, hearing only his own foot steps, the sound of the rain and the traffic behind him. He still felt as though something was watching him but tried to brush it off. He had reached the middle of the alley when he heard breathing that was too thick and deep to be his own. He stopped walking but the sound of footsteps continued for two seconds before stopping as well. Nervously he looked behind himself but saw nothing. Had he been imagining it? He took a few more footsteps and halted abruptly. Once again he heard footsteps behind him which stopped a few moments after his own feet. Someone was fallowing him? He broke off into a run, feeling his heart pounding and that was when the footsteps behind him took chase. He had almost reached the end of the alley when he felt hands grab his shoulders with amazing strength and found himself being dragged back into the darkness of the alley.
"Let me go!" He demanded, twisting and wiggling frantically about to release him from the grip.
"You smell of fairies."
"What?" Timmy sounded more confused then he had wanted to. "Who are you!?"
He twisted around but could not see the face of the figure, it was all cloaked in a shadow, but he could see a flash of ruby eyes and white prcoline skin. The figure laughed, his voice was like deep, low silk and was both soothing and terrible to listen to. "Tell your god parents, hi, for me, wont you?"
The cloaked figure leaned close to his face, he felt so cold. Timmy shuddered as he felt the man's soft but death like fingers brush over his neck and collar bone.
"Let me go." His demand came out more as a plead, he was beginning to feel dizzy, there was something about this guy that made him unable to focus or think. He could feel his energy leave him as he was held tightly pinned to the man's chest, trembling and freezing cold.
"My revenge against all fairies will start with you." The voice whispered as he forcefully tilted Timmy's head to the side exposing the full side of his neck. Before he could even react Timmy gasped feeling something sharp pierce the soft flesh of his neck. He stood there stunned, not even able to breath for a few moments. He felt the man release he bruising grip though he still held him. Timmy tried to run, knowing that he should be able to break free of such a gentle hold but found that he could not even get his legs to work. The man pulled him softly against his chest becoming strangely more tender. Timmy did not know if he still had his eyes opened or closed, everything had turned dark, and most of his senses were beginning to shut down. He felt so weak and tired he was tempted to fall deep into this darkness but struggled against it with what was left of his rabidly demising energy.
The sense of hearing was almost gone, the only sound his could hear was thirsty gulps as someone drank something hungrily, viciously. Like some kind of predatoril animal. The other thing he felt was numb coldness but a tiny little bit of warmth trickling down his neck and running down his short. He wondered what it was.
It might of continued on for hours or maybe for moments but he finally felt himself being laid down. He was sure his eyes were open, but he could not see anything. He could not even feel the sting or the wetness of the rain. Was he going to die? The thought did not scare him as it should, he knew he should feel something more but right now he could not feel anything. It was like he was disappearing, fading away into nothing.
He thought he heard the man say something, but he could not hear him. He felt something warm and metallic being put into his mouth and he drank of it desperately, it warmed up his cold body but then the warmth stopped and what was left of his coniousness faded away into darkness.
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"Oh! Blue cheese!"
Wanda sighed as her husband ate his 500th piece of cheese. Cosmo had gotten it into his head to magically make every type of cheese in the world appear in Timmy's bed room. Sometimes she really did know what went through his head. She glanced over at the small little clock radio the her godchild had tossed across the room this morning when it rang, waking him up for school. She frowned, her expression turned worried.
"Hey Cosmo, have you noticed the time?"
"Hmm, Swiss cheese!!"
"COSMO!"
"Ah!?" He dropped his cheese startled at his wife's shout.
"It's 7;30 and Timmy's not home yet!" The worry returned to her voice. She had been so preoccupied with writing her book and trying to block out the smell of cheese that she had altogether failed to notice the time. Timmy's school got out at 3;30, and it only took him fifteen minutes on the bus to get home. If he had missed it and had to walk then it should of taken till four but even if he had to walk his was three hours and a half late. Wanda looked worriedly out the window noticing the bad storm. Lightening and thunder started and she shuddered.
"I hope Timmy isn't out in that."
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Timmy opened his eyes. At first everything was blury and confusing but slowly memories of the attack came rolling back to him. It was darker then it was before and the storm had turned more vicious. Lightning was the only bit of light there was, splitting the sky with hues of purple and blue with a power and brilliance no Con Edison man could ever hope to generate. Thunder broke the hypnotic drum beat of the rain, like the voice of god. He laid there in the mud and dirt just listening to the drum beat, feeling the coldness wash over him. It took all his willpower to push himself upward. He neck ached and his fingers went up to touch the wound. He found two small indentations, circular a small placed horizontally. He also detected a cooling sticky substance and wiped it off with his fingers, bring it close to his face so that he may see what it was with the neck strike of lightening from above.
It was blood.
Looking down at himself he saw smears of blood all over his close, and traces of it on his arms, half washed off from the rain. He felt dizzy and it was hard to walk on his numb legs as he stumbled through the rain, but there was only one thing on his dizzy and unfocused mind. He had to get home.
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Vicky sat with her feet up on the couch, reading a magazine with the TV blaring. Figuring there son had just missed the bus they had left, leaving her to greet their little Timmy home. She grinned nastily, oh boy, did she have a greeting for him. She had spent all night writing a list of chores he could do for her, as well as thinking up numerous ways to torture him. The storm was not going to let him get out of doing yard work either. She chuckled evilly to herself as she imagined the twerp cutting her lawn for her out in the rain with a pair of scissors.
He heart, or the black hole in her chest, leapt for joy when she heard the door open, announcing that her fun would soon start. She sprung up cheerfully, with a grin so psychopathic it would make Freddy Cougar run.
"Oh Timmy!" She called out in her annoying sing song voice, that was altogether more evil then her grin. However when she reached the door she stopped in her tracks seeing Timmy standing there, looking more frightening then even her.
He was soaking wet, but that was not the alarming thing. He was as pale as snow, his eyes a dark night like blue then the normal baby blue color, and they were glazed over. His clothes were ripped and filthy. There were revealed cuts and bruises on his body, revealed through the tattered clothes, but the most alarming thing of all were the blood smears on his arms, face and clothes. Some of the stains rather creepily resembled hand prints.
"Hey!" She snarled, hiding her surprise with anger. "What do you think your doing coming home like that!? Your parents will kill me if they see you covered in blood and dirt!! Go toy our room and change, then wash those clothes!!!"
Timmy didn't even so much as look as look at her as he ran up the stairs, stumbling towards his room. Vicky growled seeing the muddy shoes leaving a trail of dirt up to Timmy's door. "YOUR WASHING THE FLOOR TOO!!! WITH A TOOTH BRUSH!!!"
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"Hmm, I wonder what a cheese milk shake tastes like!" Cosmo was saying as he began to stick milk and cheese into a blender. Wanda shuddered not wanting to even imaged the taste. The door to the bed room opened abruptly with such froze it almost fell off it's hinges.
'CHEESE POOF!' Cosmo made the empty cheese wrappers and the stinky trace of cheese smell vanish from the room, knowing Timmy would kill him. Wanda gasped, her pink eyes growing wide in alarm and he fallowed her gaze with a sharp gasp as he own. Timmy weakly re-closed his door and feel against it breathing tiredly looking ready to faint.
"Oh my gosh! Timmy!!" They raced over to them.
"What happened!?"
Their god child did not say anything but did peer up at them weakly, his eyes peered into their's begging for help before slowly slipping into unconsciousness.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is my first time ever attempting to write a FOP story so I don't know if it is terrible or not. The story will get more violent in later parts, which is why it's rated R. I'll write the next part soon–but reviews will make me write it sooner!!
Mimi Sakura
Chapter one; The Attack
It was a rainy day in Dimsdale and unfortunately ten year old Timmy Turner had missed the school bus home, and because his two fairy god parents had stayed at home today instead of coming to school, because his insane fairy hunting teacher Mr. Crocker was getting too suspicious about Timmy talking to his pencils and erases.
Well, at least walking home would delay the inevitable, and that was icky Vicky, his monestrous and evil slave driver of a baby sitter. Once again his parents were going out for dinner and not bringing him along, like they ever did. He wished they would get a different baby sitter for a change, but Vicky seemed to of had an hypnotic hold on all of the parents in Dimsdale, despite her insane prices.
The rain was cold and it was rather dark because of the storm. He shivered wrapping his tiny arms around himself. He had not brought a coat with him, despite Wanda's protesting, because of it being only early September and still warm out. He was wishing he had listened because right now he was freezing to death!
Well....at least if he got a cold, he'd be able to mess a day or so of school—but on second thought Vicky would probably be his baby sitter and he was still trying to figure out who was worst. Crocker, or Vicky.
A car zoomed past him splashing him from head to toe with a puddle of icy cold and dirty water. He groaned, but he couldn't really say he wasn't expecting it to happen. His eyes darted around, having to squint to try and prevent rain from getting in them. He spotted an alley that was narrow and that he could use to cut the time it would take to get home in half. He often used it before when missing the bus, or when walking with his god parents. Though it had always been sunny and felt safe, however in the dark and rain the shortcut looked kind of creepy and he hesitated. Another car passed, splashing him and with a sound of annoyance he ran towards the alley.
"At least no cars can splash me in hear." He muttered to himself. He wiped his soggy bangs from his face and began walking down the ally. It was longer then he remembered it and he felt oddly tensed. He listened, hearing only his own foot steps, the sound of the rain and the traffic behind him. He still felt as though something was watching him but tried to brush it off. He had reached the middle of the alley when he heard breathing that was too thick and deep to be his own. He stopped walking but the sound of footsteps continued for two seconds before stopping as well. Nervously he looked behind himself but saw nothing. Had he been imagining it? He took a few more footsteps and halted abruptly. Once again he heard footsteps behind him which stopped a few moments after his own feet. Someone was fallowing him? He broke off into a run, feeling his heart pounding and that was when the footsteps behind him took chase. He had almost reached the end of the alley when he felt hands grab his shoulders with amazing strength and found himself being dragged back into the darkness of the alley.
"Let me go!" He demanded, twisting and wiggling frantically about to release him from the grip.
"You smell of fairies."
"What?" Timmy sounded more confused then he had wanted to. "Who are you!?"
He twisted around but could not see the face of the figure, it was all cloaked in a shadow, but he could see a flash of ruby eyes and white prcoline skin. The figure laughed, his voice was like deep, low silk and was both soothing and terrible to listen to. "Tell your god parents, hi, for me, wont you?"
The cloaked figure leaned close to his face, he felt so cold. Timmy shuddered as he felt the man's soft but death like fingers brush over his neck and collar bone.
"Let me go." His demand came out more as a plead, he was beginning to feel dizzy, there was something about this guy that made him unable to focus or think. He could feel his energy leave him as he was held tightly pinned to the man's chest, trembling and freezing cold.
"My revenge against all fairies will start with you." The voice whispered as he forcefully tilted Timmy's head to the side exposing the full side of his neck. Before he could even react Timmy gasped feeling something sharp pierce the soft flesh of his neck. He stood there stunned, not even able to breath for a few moments. He felt the man release he bruising grip though he still held him. Timmy tried to run, knowing that he should be able to break free of such a gentle hold but found that he could not even get his legs to work. The man pulled him softly against his chest becoming strangely more tender. Timmy did not know if he still had his eyes opened or closed, everything had turned dark, and most of his senses were beginning to shut down. He felt so weak and tired he was tempted to fall deep into this darkness but struggled against it with what was left of his rabidly demising energy.
The sense of hearing was almost gone, the only sound his could hear was thirsty gulps as someone drank something hungrily, viciously. Like some kind of predatoril animal. The other thing he felt was numb coldness but a tiny little bit of warmth trickling down his neck and running down his short. He wondered what it was.
It might of continued on for hours or maybe for moments but he finally felt himself being laid down. He was sure his eyes were open, but he could not see anything. He could not even feel the sting or the wetness of the rain. Was he going to die? The thought did not scare him as it should, he knew he should feel something more but right now he could not feel anything. It was like he was disappearing, fading away into nothing.
He thought he heard the man say something, but he could not hear him. He felt something warm and metallic being put into his mouth and he drank of it desperately, it warmed up his cold body but then the warmth stopped and what was left of his coniousness faded away into darkness.
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"Oh! Blue cheese!"
Wanda sighed as her husband ate his 500th piece of cheese. Cosmo had gotten it into his head to magically make every type of cheese in the world appear in Timmy's bed room. Sometimes she really did know what went through his head. She glanced over at the small little clock radio the her godchild had tossed across the room this morning when it rang, waking him up for school. She frowned, her expression turned worried.
"Hey Cosmo, have you noticed the time?"
"Hmm, Swiss cheese!!"
"COSMO!"
"Ah!?" He dropped his cheese startled at his wife's shout.
"It's 7;30 and Timmy's not home yet!" The worry returned to her voice. She had been so preoccupied with writing her book and trying to block out the smell of cheese that she had altogether failed to notice the time. Timmy's school got out at 3;30, and it only took him fifteen minutes on the bus to get home. If he had missed it and had to walk then it should of taken till four but even if he had to walk his was three hours and a half late. Wanda looked worriedly out the window noticing the bad storm. Lightening and thunder started and she shuddered.
"I hope Timmy isn't out in that."
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Timmy opened his eyes. At first everything was blury and confusing but slowly memories of the attack came rolling back to him. It was darker then it was before and the storm had turned more vicious. Lightning was the only bit of light there was, splitting the sky with hues of purple and blue with a power and brilliance no Con Edison man could ever hope to generate. Thunder broke the hypnotic drum beat of the rain, like the voice of god. He laid there in the mud and dirt just listening to the drum beat, feeling the coldness wash over him. It took all his willpower to push himself upward. He neck ached and his fingers went up to touch the wound. He found two small indentations, circular a small placed horizontally. He also detected a cooling sticky substance and wiped it off with his fingers, bring it close to his face so that he may see what it was with the neck strike of lightening from above.
It was blood.
Looking down at himself he saw smears of blood all over his close, and traces of it on his arms, half washed off from the rain. He felt dizzy and it was hard to walk on his numb legs as he stumbled through the rain, but there was only one thing on his dizzy and unfocused mind. He had to get home.
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Vicky sat with her feet up on the couch, reading a magazine with the TV blaring. Figuring there son had just missed the bus they had left, leaving her to greet their little Timmy home. She grinned nastily, oh boy, did she have a greeting for him. She had spent all night writing a list of chores he could do for her, as well as thinking up numerous ways to torture him. The storm was not going to let him get out of doing yard work either. She chuckled evilly to herself as she imagined the twerp cutting her lawn for her out in the rain with a pair of scissors.
He heart, or the black hole in her chest, leapt for joy when she heard the door open, announcing that her fun would soon start. She sprung up cheerfully, with a grin so psychopathic it would make Freddy Cougar run.
"Oh Timmy!" She called out in her annoying sing song voice, that was altogether more evil then her grin. However when she reached the door she stopped in her tracks seeing Timmy standing there, looking more frightening then even her.
He was soaking wet, but that was not the alarming thing. He was as pale as snow, his eyes a dark night like blue then the normal baby blue color, and they were glazed over. His clothes were ripped and filthy. There were revealed cuts and bruises on his body, revealed through the tattered clothes, but the most alarming thing of all were the blood smears on his arms, face and clothes. Some of the stains rather creepily resembled hand prints.
"Hey!" She snarled, hiding her surprise with anger. "What do you think your doing coming home like that!? Your parents will kill me if they see you covered in blood and dirt!! Go toy our room and change, then wash those clothes!!!"
Timmy didn't even so much as look as look at her as he ran up the stairs, stumbling towards his room. Vicky growled seeing the muddy shoes leaving a trail of dirt up to Timmy's door. "YOUR WASHING THE FLOOR TOO!!! WITH A TOOTH BRUSH!!!"
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"Hmm, I wonder what a cheese milk shake tastes like!" Cosmo was saying as he began to stick milk and cheese into a blender. Wanda shuddered not wanting to even imaged the taste. The door to the bed room opened abruptly with such froze it almost fell off it's hinges.
'CHEESE POOF!' Cosmo made the empty cheese wrappers and the stinky trace of cheese smell vanish from the room, knowing Timmy would kill him. Wanda gasped, her pink eyes growing wide in alarm and he fallowed her gaze with a sharp gasp as he own. Timmy weakly re-closed his door and feel against it breathing tiredly looking ready to faint.
"Oh my gosh! Timmy!!" They raced over to them.
"What happened!?"
Their god child did not say anything but did peer up at them weakly, his eyes peered into their's begging for help before slowly slipping into unconsciousness.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is my first time ever attempting to write a FOP story so I don't know if it is terrible or not. The story will get more violent in later parts, which is why it's rated R. I'll write the next part soon–but reviews will make me write it sooner!!
Mimi Sakura