Wow... I'm getting some very good reviews. I'm glad you like the blunt realism I put in.
Anyway, I'm kinda in the mood to write a new chapter for this so soon. I don't think y'all are complaining, right? And please note: Nega-Timmy has lost his taste in the gown thingy he wore.
-start here-
I awoke slowly the next day. My alarm clock said it was 8:30. Too early in the morning for Spring Break.
Sadly, I am one of those people who can't go back asleep when they wake up in the morning. It's a bothersome trait that plagues me to no end, though I think that it's the Sandman's punishment for the sleep wish I made years ago.
I sat up, nursing the headache that comes from thinking yourself to sleep. I looked over at my fishbowl. Cosmo and Wanda were there, sleeping peacefully. I grabbed my day clothes and went into the bathroom, taking a shower.
I let the hot water rush down on me, letting it sooth my body. I enjoyed morning showers a lot. They relaxed you for the day ahead. I'm thankful I had the idea to do it, because it really helps my psyche.
About 10 minutes later, (yes, I took a longer shower than normal), I walked out of the bathroom, clothed in my green and black.
It was only then when I realized, I dressed like Vicky.
I smirked at the thought. It was unintentional when I switched from pink to green. I just always thought black jeans looked better with green than blue.
I ran my fingers through my hair, combing it to how I liked it. I walked down the upstairs hallway and looked in on Vicky. She was sprawled on her mattress, the covers falling off the bed. I chuckled at the sight. I liked looking at people when they slept.
Weird, but it's when they have no consciousness that they have a soul. You can see how the person is.
Take Vicky, for example.
She's loud, rude, cunning, and manipulative. She speaks her mind, and is an active person all around. She talks and rolls around a lot when she slumbers. I think she's dreaming about how things could have been had her life been a little better.
Her sister, Tootie on the other hand, is still loud, cunning, and manipulative. She's just a little more sneaky about it. But she's insecure. A blanket hog, and she clings on whatever is in the bed with her. Trust me on this.
I frowned at the thought of what happened that week, when I watched Tootie sleep. I'll tell more about what happened later on. I'm kinda not ready to talk about it.
I turned away, and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.
The thing about living almost alone is that you learn to fend for yourself. I've learned how to cook well, obviously not my mother's genetics.
So there I was, making scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns for a woman I used to despise.
5 years ago, I would have probably tried to beat the crap out of what I've become. An anti-social artist with a hatred towards, well, everything, with a few exceptions.
How far the mighty can fall...
It's a quote I heard somewhere a year back. It was a battle between me and Head Pixie. The business man never gives up. He can't stand the fact that a kid beats him every time. It was when I walked in to confront him. He must have found out about my suffering.
For a guy that's emotionless, he's incredible when it comes to thinking.
Much to my later dismay, I started humming a happy tune as I got into cooking the breakfast. I didn't even notice Vicky walking in wearing a set of green pajamas that were too short for her.
"Whatcha cooking, twerp?" she asked, startling me.
I flinched and turned around, frowning a little.
"Bacon, eggs, and I'm fixing to make toast. It'll be done in about a half hour." I responded.
"Okay. How did you sleep?" she asked, walking to the counter beside me to get some coffee made.
"Alright." I lied. Truth was, I didn't go to sleep until the rain had long stopped, "You?"
"Terribly!" she smiled at me, trying to mess with my head.
We continued our small talk until I had finished making the meal. I poured myself a glass of milk and set the table.
"So, Timmy, what's changed in your life?" she asked.
I inwardly groaned, but I guess it was fair. She told me a detail which was a private thing, so I could return the favor.
"I have almost no real friends, my parents don't care, and I have a voice in the back of my head, telling me to do evil. Typical teenage angst, you know?"
She snorted in amusement.
"You've got sense. It took me a while to figure that out. All of it. Everyone has that little voice, only some people's are louder than the others." Vicky said. She looked at the plate like a child would the stars for the first time.
I suppose she has a point with her analysis. I decided not to tell her that mine wasn't most cases, and that a demon-like consciousness was inside me.
I watched Vicky dig in. She ate like that was the last time she'd eat a good breakfast, which didn't say good things about her way of life.
I ate my own food, and we produced some more small talk. I learned about her college friends. I'd have to meet some of them.
After breakfast was over, she asked me a question which I regretted answering.
"So... where's the nearest bar?" she asked.
Washing the dishes, my mind was elsewhere, and I wasn't thinking.
"Beside the trailer park." I regretted saying it when I thought of the conversation later. The bar beside the trailer park was where Chester and his merry band of miscreants drank and doped up. The owner didn't care how old they were. He just wanted money.
She nodded, and went back up to her room, leaving me to my chores.
- scene change-
Cosmo and Wanda. My fairy godparents. My best friends. Love's of each other's lives.
Even with that whole situation with Wandissimo, which Wanda vehemently claims not her fault, that she was taken advantage of.
I had never seen Cosmo so hurt. That pain changed to anger quickly, and I don't know what happened, but Wandissimo was paralyzed from the waste down, and he can no longer fly well, effectively taking away his importance to the world.
They were awake when I came upstairs.
"Timmy... how's your spring break going?" Wanda asked, her voice full of love.
Screw my real parents. I would love for these two to be my real parents.
"Mom and Dad left me with Vicky. As usual. I swear, you'd think they'd trust me by now. What happened last year wasn't my fault..." I said.
Cosmo flew over to me and patted my back.
"We trust you, Timmy. You're a good kid." he said, reassuring me.
I felt a little better after that, and I relayed to them everything that happened yesterday.
"I just wish I could do something about Vicky's life, you know? Not even she deserves all of that." I put my hands over my mouth as Cosmo and Wanda waved their wands.
There was a magical poof.
When the smoke cleared, I noticed nothing had changed, except it was night already.
I felt a rumble in my stomach, telling me I was hungry. I thanked my godparents for the granted wish, and went downstairs to get something to eat.
I was just done with a sandwich when I noticed the note on the fridge. I took it down off of the white door to get a closer look.
"Timmy,
I'm at the bar you mentioned earlier, if you come down before I get back.
Vicky"
I clenched the paper in my fist, effectively crumbling it. I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door, towards the direction of the trailer park.
-scene change-
I sighed in relief as I saw Vicky leaving the bar, staggering slightly, obviously wasted.
I turned around to go back home, when I heard a voice come from beside her, and I turned back to see a guy with what looked to be some kind of cloth in his hand, covering her mouth. I was pretty well hidden, but I was apparently the only one who cared about what was happening. They bar-dwellers were too busy drinking their problems away.
I followed silently, invisible, not wanting to attract attention. He carried her a few blocks. This was the shady part of Dimmesdale, so few cops were out.
And with my luck, nobody ever stopped the man. Not a single cop car was out here.
I passed the prostitutes, druggies, and gang members, not looking any of them in the eye, and getting out of their way, when I watched him take her into a dark alley.
I followed and peeked my head around the corner, so he couldn't see me.
He began to undress her, and my eyes widened.
This asshole was not raping her.
"Hands off." my voice rang out, a notch deeper than normal, before the man got so much as her shirt off.
-pov: narrorator-
Timmy's eyes slitted slightly as they change from blue to red and his brown hair turn black. He began to grow small claws and his canines grew long and sharped. He looked all the part of a vampire.
The would-be rapist was angry at the weird kid, and resorted to violence. The man took a swing at Timmy, but the teen grabbed his wrist and held it firmly in one hand.
The evil teen smirked darkly, and bent the man's wrist upward, snapping it completely.
The man grabbed his wrist in pain, and Timmy took this chance to send a foot into the man's chest. He doubled over in pain, and the teen kneed him in the nose, breaking it as well. The man fell backwards, and Timmy made his final blow, by stomping on the man's crotch.
Timmy went by the man and straight to Vicky, who the man had laid on a dumpster. He picked her up and smiled, reverting back to his normal state.
"Cosmo, Wanda, I wish this guy forgot who did this too him. Nothing else." Timmy said, his fairy's coming out from nowhere.
A poof later, and it was done.
-end-
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