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( Author's Note )
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Samuel Sadi gazes into his computer screen, he knew that the story should have been over. That the tale, that was before this, should have been it. By the by, I wrote this in like 23 minutes... so I'm sure there are errors.
The Finale... but there is more to tell
"Those of you that know me, know that I'm not usually a oneshot guy." Samuel Sadi sighs in frustration. "In fact, this is being written only mere minutes after the previous chapter was posted. I wish I had of thought of it before posting, then I could have made it all one chapter. No matter. Enjoy reading the aftermath."
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( Timmy Turner )
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Someone must have broken into his house. He looked at the lifeless corpse of his best-friend, like her mother, she was mostly naked, sprawled out on a bed. Blood dripping from the edge of her mouth. Her body, beaten and bruised. Dried tears had streaked her cheeks, as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. Dead. Of course he knew that's what lifeless meant, but he was having a hard time seeing it.
Tootie wasn't just his best-friend, she was also the girl that he was growing to love. He might have been just thirteen, but still, he was starting to love this girl. And now... she was dead. And they did to her, what they had done to her mother... the fucking beasts. Why did they have to do this? She was innocent.
Was it because she was innocent, that they wanted to break her?
Was her innocence her downfall?
He dropped to his knees and sobbed, next to the bed that held his friend, held the girl that he loved. The sound of screaming and begging brought him back from his grief.
"N-No... p-please... No... Don't..." The voice pleaded. It was Vicki. "I-I did wh-what you wanted... No God, NO! PLEASE"
He was on his feet, running out of the room. Down the hallway. A loud gunshot reverberated down the hall causing both his feet, and the begging to stop.
He was too late.
Too late to save them.
They were dead.
A shadow like figure walked out of the room. Looked at him. And laughed. It fucking laughed, before it rose the gun, aiming it at him. It laughed as it pulled the trigger.
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Something was holding him down, and he struggled against what held him down. Fought against it. He wouldn't be restrained.
"Timmy. Wake up... Come on, wake up!" He knew that voice, but she... he just saw her... "It's just a nightmare. We're okay. We're here. Right here, both of us."
His eyes opened.
He focused on Tootie, then on her sister. He had done it again. He had woken them both up.
"I-I'm sorry." He muttered. He had been having nightmares since the world for the three of them fell apart. He could rarely sleep anymore. The few times that he had, he had been on the couch, and Vicki and Tootie were near him. It was almost as if, even unconscious, as long as they were close to him, he felt like he could keep them safe.
"It's alright," Vicki laid on the bed behind him. He knew, like other nights, she would refuse to budge from that spot until morning. It had happened more than a few times in the last two months. Him, Tootie, and Vicki would share a bed. Honestly, he didn't know which of them appreciated the comfort more. Him or the sisters.
He felt himself relax a bit when Tootie laid down.
They were so close to him, he could feel each of their heartbeats. They were safe.
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Hero: A man distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.
Heroism: Showing extreme courage; especially of actions courageously undertaken in desperation as a last resort.
Timmy had stared at these words for hours. Stared at the definitions of the words. Those words were not him. Couldn't be him. But that's what people were calling him. The newspapers called him a hero. Called his acts heroic. Tootie called him those things. Even Vicki, Tootie's redheaded, older, sister called him those things, on a daily basis, no less. Since the girls now resided in his home with his family.
He couldn't believe it.
He wasn't a hero.
He had been a scared boy looking for his friend.
He hadn't even been in his right mind. He was so afraid something happened to his friend, he ran blindly over, to do whatever he could do to help her.
His parents called him a hero, told them how proud they were of him.
Of Him!
Finally they noticed him. But they didn't notice the dark circles under his eyes. They didn't see the moments where he would just start crying, for seemingly no reason. Though, there were reasons.
No matter what those... animals did. The thought of a bat he wielded, had broke, and passed though a grown mans skull, had tore through his jaw. He didn't even want to know what that looked like.
The other one. He lived up to the promise he made himself. He had made the other one beg. Even when he had broken out every one of his teeth. He made him beg for mercy, then he gave none. The guy survived... if you can call it surviving.
The guy would never walk again. His teeth were broken and beyond salvation. And would more than likely, spend the rest of his natural life, in prison.
But still, the thought of him doing that... it scared the shit out of him.
"Are you alright, Timmy?" Vicki asked as she sat next to him on the couch. 'Timmy'. He never thought that he would miss the term 'Twerp', though he did. Vicki hadn't called him 'Twerp' to be mean, or at least hadn't called him that to be mean in quite a long while. It was just a nickname she called him.
"I..." He couldn't lie to her, mainly because she would see through it. "Don't think so."
"Maybe you, uh... should see the doctor that me and Tootie go to once a week." She just looked at the TV, that was off, across from them. Since it happened, she and Tootie had been seeing a psychologist about what happened.
He was happy to find out that neither of them had actually saw their mother violated, then murdered. Though, he was ashamed that they had to witness what he had done. What he had to become to save them that night.
"Maybe... Maybe I should." He looked over at Vicki. "Thank you, Vicki."
"No prob," She leaned on him, as an older sister would to her younger brother.
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"There he is..."
"That's the boy in the newspapers..."
"He saved those sisters..."
"He's such a hero!"
He couldn't even sit at the mall's food court without hearing, what he called, 'spewings' from the newspaper. He had come here to be along with his thoughts, and normally the mall's chatter wouldn't bother him, normally he'd be able to tune it out... if it hadn't of been about him.
Didn't they understand he had killed a man?
That he had crippled another?
That, yes, they were bad people. But he felt as if, there had been three monsters in that house that night. And it bothered him... scared him, to think that, he had been the scariest.
He would take Vicki's advice.
He would go to see this doctor.
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"How are you today, Mr Turner?" He had expected the doctor to be older, not this man in his late twenties. Defiantly not a doctor that had more video game posters on his walls at the office, than he had in his room. Maybe it was his way to relate with the younger patients. He looked over at the man, dark hair, pale skin, glasses that had slid down to the tip of his nose.
"Just Timmy, if you don't mind." He said looking away from the man, that seemed to be able to look into his soul. "And I don't really know."
"I can imagine." The doctor looked to his desk, then back to Timmy. "I don't normally have the pleasure of knowing someone, before I meet them. But since you know Tootie and Vicki, both come to see me, I do know quite a bit about you."
"That and the newspapers." Timmy grumbled.
"Huh? I don't read those things. Too full of media enhanced crap, to sell papers." He made a notation in a notebook. "But, I want you to tell me about what happened."
And he did.
He told him the entire story, from the moment that he woke up that night, to the moment he had been lead past the sheet covered carnage. Told him how everyone saw him as a hero... and how he only saw himself as a monster. How he couldn't even look in the mirror without seeing... something evil inside him.
"I see. Look, I won't beat around the bush with you. And I won't lie to you. Whether, you want to believe it, or not. You saved those girls. The would have been found, and killed... worse actually. Raped, and then killed. Was what you did, right?" The doctor shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You defended two people that needed help. You stopped the attackers, with the only means you had available. You weren't left with many options, Timmy. So you took the first option available to you. An option... I'm sure most of us would have taken in the situation. They didn't know you were there, so you blitzed them."
"Someone is dead because of me!"
"Two girls are alive because of you!"
"Another man is crippled..."
"Which killed, or helped kill those girls parents. I told you, I won't beat around the bush, nor will I lie to you."
Timmy hated to admit it, but this was actually making him feel better.
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( Author's Note )
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I'm actually gonna end it again, right here until I pick it up again.