I was awakened two hours later by the opening and slamming of the door. I jumped, and tried not to groan in pain. I still was aching everywhere.
"Jazz, sweetie, are you all right?" I heard a woman ask worriedly. I could tell that it was Jazz's mother. I slowly turned towards the source of the voice. Jack, Madeline and Danny Fenton in their traditional clothing were standing next to Jazz's bed, anxious looks on their faces.
"I'm fine Mom, really. Just a broken arm and a bump on the head iIt's not that serious."
"Who did this? Was it ghosts?" Mr. Fenton asked excitedly.
"No, Dad, nothing like that."
Danny then asked, "So what happened then?"
Jazz took a deep breath and began:
"Well, while I was walking around the Dimmsdale Mall, a man came up to me and asked for some money for a meal. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days. I felt sorry for him, so I reached into my purse. All of the sudden, I feel strong arms grab me and try to pull me away. One had his hand over my mouth, two others were holding my arms and the fourth one was giving the other three instructions. I tried kicking the man who was holding my mouth, but I couldn't. So I bit his hand. He let go, and I started screaming for help. I was hit on the side of my face hard by the fourth guy. Suddenly, two people came to my rescue, a guy and a girl. I was let go, but I didn't have the strength to move. I must say, they were impressive. They took out the three guys, but the fourth guy seemed a challenge for them. The girl was even knocked out during the fight. The other one seemed to me to be almost dead by the time that I passed out. They're both around here somewhere."
She looked around and pointed out Liz, who was still very much asleep. When she saw that I was awake, she blushed a bit. I got up slowly and rubbed my eyes. I walked over, and was immediately caught in a hug from Mrs. Fenton.
"Thank you for saving Jazz from those monsters, thank you, thank you!!!"
"Monsters? Where?" Mr. Fenton said.
"Jack, I meant Jazz's attackers."
"Oh."
By this time I was beginning to suffocate.
"…Air…please…"
"Oh, sorry," Mrs. Fenton said nervously as she released me. I sat down in a chair to catch my breath.
"Who are you, young man?" Mrs. Fenton asked.
"My name's Morbius, ma'am," I replied.
"What happened today at the mall?" she asked me.
I told her everything that I could remember. After I was done telling them what happened, jazz asked me where I was from.
"From up north, miss," I replied.
"Oh, please, just call me Jazz," she replied, blushing again, "It sounds too formal to call me 'miss.' What part of the north are you from?"
"I'm from Oregon."
"Why are you down here? Are you and your friend visiting family?"
I replied by telling them the cover story that we had come up with earlier. After I was done explaining, they stared at me in shock. Jazz was the first to speak.
"Oh, you poor people. Mom, can they stay at our house until they can find a place to stay?"
Before Mrs. Fenton could answer, I interrupted, "No, no. it's fine, really. We already are staying at someone's house and making money babysitting their child. Thanks for the offer, though."
"Are you sure, young man? There's always room."
"I'm sure."
"Ok, then."
Jazz gave me a slip of paper with her cell number on it. I heard sheets stirring behind me. I turned, and saw Liz just beginning to wake up. A couple of minutes later, the doctor walked in and declared that Liz was free to go. Jazz, on the other hand, was going to stay for a couple of days. A wheelchair was brought in and Liz was placed in it. I walked out with her. As we walked down the hall, I saw two younger teens running down the hall. They were Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley.
We got to the exit. By this time, Liz was fully awake and able to stand. She said that she would be ok and in fact insisted that she didn't need any help. We began to walk to the Turner's house. It was 5:30. Fortunately, the Turner's house was not far from the hospital.
We were within sight of the house when Liz, who I had been supporting all this way, noticed three kittens. She was a huge cat lover. I let her go off to try and make friends with them. As I stood there, something shiny caught my eye. I looked, and in the middle of the street there was some jewelry. There were no cars coming, so I ran out and picked them up. It was a necklace and two rings. I was just starting to examine them when Liz called me. I hurriedly put them in my pocket and rushed over. She pointed to the kittens. I saw it too. They were pink, green and purple, with the purple one being smaller and cuter than the other two. They ran away after about a minute. We continued to our temporary dwelling. As we came up, we saw Timmy playing ball with somebody. We hid and watched. He was playing ball with himself. Cosmo, Wanda and Poof were floating in the middle. They didn't stay for long, however. After Timmy was called in, we approached and went inside as well. We were greeted by Mr. Turner, who was sitting in his chair. Timmy was playing with Crimson Chin and Crash Nebula action figures. Mrs. Turner came down and greeted us as well. When she saw both our conditions, she was shocked.
"What happened to you two?"
I helped Liz to the couch and we explained for the second time that day what had happened at the mall.
"Wow, are you two ok?"
Yes, Mrs. Turner. I think we'll manage babysitting."
"Oh, good. Bye then!" she said. They dashed for the garage door and drove their station wagon away.
"I'll be in my room if you guys need anything."
"Sure Timmy. Hey, do you think that your parents would mind if we used your shower?"
"Uh, I don't think they'll mind. Go ahead."
"Thanks."
He rushed upstairs. I asked Liz if she wanted to take a shower. She replied that she would. I then told her that she could take one now if she wanted to. The thanked me and walked into the bathroom. I sat down on the couch and pulled out the jewelry I had picked up. The chain and rings themselves looked like pure gold. Both rings had blue diamond-shaped jewels engraved in them, and the necklace had a blue tear drop shaped jewel hanging from it. When I looked closely, the necklace jewel seemed to be giving off a light of its own. Soon I heard the bathroom door open and Liz stepped out. I quickly put the necklace and rings away in my backpack. As I was putting them away, I felt something in my backpack. I pulled out a magic eight ball. I held it up and showed it to Liz. Her eyes widened as if to ask, Could it be?
I held it and asked, "Oh magic ball, when will my friend and I get home?" I shook with fervor. The answer it gave was Insufficient Information.
I looked at Liz and we both nodded. I said out loud, "Well, that stinks," and threw it against the wall. It broke open. Pink mist came from it and a female fairy who looked no older than we did appeared. She was smiling.
"Hi, I'm Betania, and I'm you Fairy Godparent!"
Oooh!!! Did I throw anybody for a loop there? And you might ask, "What's up with the jewelry?" Eh? Well, keep reading and you'll find out!!! Bwahahaha!!!
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