Jorgen was shocked… How could there be two Timmy's? And what was this one doing with raw magical energy? No wings, no wands. What was happening? This was beyond anything he'd seen before.
"You! But you're…"
"Over there?" said Timmy, nodding in the direction of Tootie and the other Timmy, who still lay in Tootie's arms, body waiting for her next command. "I am. But only the part of me that makes me the Timmy Turner SHE knows. I removed my emotions and memories and made a new body for them. What you see now is just a shell. But you won't see much for long."
As he said that, his hands sparked with the uninterrupted flow of crimson red magic that flowed its way all over Jorgen's body.
"But I sent your godparents away. How did you get…"
"Magic? Simple. The idea came to me weeks ago. I wished to be the source of all magic in the world. So I have absorbed the entire giant wand into my being. I have all the power now, to do as I see fit with anytime I want! The rules, the magic, the power- it's all mine!!!"
Suddenly Jorgen's wand disappeared. His entire body seemed to start to unravel. His entire being seemed to fall apart as it lost all its magic to Timmy's power.
"You'll never get away with it Turner," Jorgen yelled, half out of anger and half out of fright, "There is too much power for you to handle! You might be this strong now, but you'll lose control! I swear you'll…" his words were cut mid-sentence, as his entire being finally converted to magical energy and flowed its way into Timmy's body.
He liked what he felt. He felt all the energy, and he loved how powerful it made him feel.
Timmy had real power.
And there was no one to contend with him for it. No one who would dare attempt to wrest control from him, because how could they? The giant wand had told him everything. And now it was a permanent part of his being, and he would control its powers any way he wished.
And speaking of control…
He turned to Tootie.
She sat in the corner, trembling, clutching to the other Timmy for dear life, like a child with a comfort-pillow. She was afraid. She wanted to turn him away but she couldn't she wished she could hide on some god-forsaken planet where she could get away form this, but all her power went out the door with Jorgen. Timmy's glaring red eyes levelled a piercing gaze in her direction.
She wouldn't let end like this. She wouldn't endure some unbearable torture at his hands.
She had planned for this.
For Jorgen's failure.
She slowly pulled the knife from her back pocket and levelled it at her heart.
"I'll always love you Timmy."
She closed her eyes and plunged the knife towards herself.
It struck steel with a dull thud. She opened her eyes to see a small metal square slowly disappearing from her chest. She saw Timmy standing in a corner adjacent to her, body covered by an ever-lengthening shadow.
He wouldn't let her die. At least not that way. Her end was his to decide, he smirked as he slowly made his way towards her. His other self dissolved through her fingertips and was reabsorbed into his being.
The voices in his head were raging.
You hate her. You despise her. Every fibre of your of your being calls out for it.
End her. End her! END her! END her!
He reached one red glowing fist towards her.
She shuddered.
He drew back.
He tried again.
He gently stroked her cheek.
Despite herself, her face grew flushed and her eyes glanced up at his sadly.
He drew back again.
AAARRGH!! What was going on?
He couldn't do it and he didn't know why. He disliked her for so long now and he wanted her gone.
Or did he?
I can't think straight right now, he thought to himself. But I can't just let her go free.
He looked down at her again, mustering all his magic back inside his body, leaving only a small amount on his index finger. His raised it and levelled it at her glasses in front of her eyes.
Something was developing inside him that he couldn't understand.
"Until I know what to do with you," he said, accidentally allowing a little of the concern he was feeling come out with that statement, "this will have to do."
He let the spark travel that little distance between the tip f his finger and the edge of her glasses.
They shattered, leaving hundreds of shining shards on the floor.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She collapsed, ragdoll limp on the floor.
