The Last Eliminator
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Quote:
"Scepticism is the beginning of hope."
Timmy had, of course, struggled desperately at first against his mettalic bonds, but even the
metabolism and mental capacity of a ten year old could sense that:
1000 feet in the air Sudden slip to the ground = Not good for small body.
Soon enough the young boy was seizing the Eliminator's arm with all of his might, biting his lip as
they gained elevation against the quickly fading earth....
The wind was whistling in his ears and eyes, causing them to water as the boy squeezed his eyes
shut against the cold driving wind.
The lurches in his stomach would not seize, even though he had air traveled many times before.
Ooookay, any moment, Cosmo and Wanda would sense something wrong in the Timmy force, and
come to the terrified boy's aid....
Right about.....NOW!
But no one came. No sounds of the fairies Poof, Cosmo, and Wanda intercepting the Eliminator rising sky high.
Timmy squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, as if willing this dreadful scene to disappear like trickling water from his vision, enclosed in his bed....
But nada, as the Eliminator's grip tightened over the boy, they began to ascend over the glittering world below. Timmy cast a miserable glance below. Car highlights were glowing in the darkness, lighting a small path away from the glitttering masses that were the cities that never slept.....
Were any of the children sleeping in the backseat, aware of the fact that thousands of feet above, a small boy was about to be crushed to his death?
Probably not. Timmy groaned.
C'mon....Poof....Wanda.....Cosmo.......
.......any moment now......
...............?
Nuts.
It was bad enough he had to go this alone.
What was worse-he was in the hands of an Eliminator.
The young boy kicked halfheartedly at the metal hunk still clutching him.
Well....as Wanda said, no situation was so bad that it couldn't get worse. The Eliminator could drop him....
....or be wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses.
Oh, yeah.
Timmy had to admit that, even as the Eliminator violently shoved him tighter into its grip-were Eliminators anything but boys?-that things could definitely, definitely be worse.
But not much.
Not even Wanda could positive think over this one.
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Rising above the wraithlike clouds, the Eliminator seized the Chosen One to the point Turner was gasping. It wouldn't do to make the Chosen One choke.....the Darkness would MURDER him....or FREEZE in all these soaking wet water vapors....
The Eliminator glanced at his meters and groaned.
Crud! When he charged up his boom box this evening, he used too much of his power.....but it was the funk music he'd downloaded when Turner had caused one to each merge with an Eliminator's body....
He had to admit, he dug the roller skates too.
Not that they would do him much good in the air....
His meter had flashed from a bright green to a faint, warning yellow. The Eliminator groaned.
Well...better power up tonight, while he still could.
The Eliminator slowly began to descend, the wind roaring and rushing absentmindedly about in a chaotic frenzy.....
What, was he letting him go?
As for an instant death onto the ground? Timmy gulped.
Great. Beaver Boy was going to end his career a lot sooner then expected.
Where was Mark and his spaceship?
Dark Laser?
Crimson Chin?
Catman?
Well....Mark was probably flirting with a revolted Vicky, Dark Laser was probably plotting on how to best destroy the earth, Crimson Chin was probably at his dating service, and...well, knowing Adam West, he was probably busy running around with the old lady with arms like a bodybuilder's, causing terror in their futile attempt to "rescue" citizens of Dimsdale, pursued by the "special" people who-and everyone else-wanted Mr. West to go Ni-Ni.
No one-but Vicky, on her way to Tibecuador-was even aware Turner was in danger.
Okay, Okay.
Happy thoughts.....happy thoughts....
Like his immediate squash against pavement.....ooookay, let's forget that one....good memory, good memory....
Once, Crocker made him look up the teacher with an ear on his neck's favorite author and poet.....Edgar Allen Poe. Joy. The assignment was to edit one of his poems....and the fairies had suggested a poem done by Edgar Allen Poe's......cat.
On a night quite unenchanting,
when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,
in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
Timmy managed a small smile, even as they began to hurtle downwards....
Cosmo had a knack for coming up with funny lines, even if he DID have the wisdom of a throw pillow.....
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor, While the bard and birdie chattered,
"There is nothing I like more"
Soft upon the rug I treaded,
calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and wierd decor -
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.
"LET ME GO ALREADY!"
But the Eliminator continued his spiraling journey.....Timmy socked the Eliminator's chest with his fist, sparks fluttering in front of his eyes as he writhed his shaking fingers up and down.
OW!
It was like punchhing the Tin Man! How did Jackie Chan manage that.....?
Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth -
"Nevermore."
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly lept up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore -
Only this and not much more.
But would this be....Neverformore, or whatever that bird was always spouting?"
BAM.
And, so suddenly, it caused every molecule of his body to tremble violently as he jerked back, bones rattling frantically as the boy's neck snapped back for a moment, gasping as he did so.
The Eliminator had reached solid earth again....but where were they going?
If he wanted to eliminate him, why wouldn't he just.....?
Well, he wasn't complaining. And anyway, the Eliminators were never exactly the brightest bulbs on the Hanukkah bush.
"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out,
"Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I've wallowed in self-pity,
while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put and end to that stupid ditty" - then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.
The boy fought violently against the grasp, clenching, kicking, writhing as he did so-narrowing his eyes and clenching his teeth as he fought for freedom.
But none came, even as the Eliminator raised his fist.....
......and everything disappeared from the young boy in a furious whirlwind of stars.
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In the middle of the night, a young, violet eyed baby fairy awoke with a start, heart pounding frantically in his small crib.