New summary! YAY!

I'm giving Timmy's parents names as well. I'm too lazy to write "Timmy's mom" and "Timmy's dad", so I'll call them Tara and Thomas, to keep up the apparent trend on T's in the family.

And wowie, 50 reviews! I feel proud when I get 10. O.O Well, it makes me happy to read them. :3 Anyway, without further ado, on with the story!

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"So it was a murder."

Dr. Erica Stirr nodded, pointing something out on a picture of Remy's body. "See these veins in his eyes? They would be redder if he had been hung. This proves he was asphyxiated and then hung with the belt postmortem. Also," she added, pointing to his neck, "this bruise line indicates a hand was used for the strangulation. A small one at that, too. Like a little kid's."

"Did you get any prints?"

"The forensics got one at the scene before the kid disappeared," Stirr nodded. "It's very strange. It's not like any human fingerprint I've ever seen. Check it out." She handed Kane and Truden some papers, two each. "See that? That's a basic human print." The two officers nodded. "Now look at this." She pointed to the other paper. "Look at the middle."

Truden squinted. "That's... that's quite strange indeed!" she exclaimed. Looking closer, she murmured, "How could something like this ever happen?"

In the middle of the lines on the fingerprint, there was a small, blank space shaped like a star.

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Mama Cosma spun around, heart pounding, expecting to see Juandissimo at the door with a knife or something in his hand. Thankfully, she had made a mistake, for it was Jorgen Cupid was talking about and not Juandissimo. Thank god for that miscommunication!

"I heard about what happened," Jorgen began. "I thought I might as well see my my closest friend while he was in the hospital."

"Seriously though," Cosmo replied, "We're your closest friends?"

Jorgen rolled his eyes and muttered something about punching people, then took Wanda's arm with one huge finger. "Can I talk to you privately for a moment?" he asked, glancing at Cosmo. "It's about your ex-boyfriend."

Wanda narrowed her eyes. "What about him?"

Jorgen looked away from her, as if he were doing something wrong. "I'll tell you if you'd just let me talk to you."

Wanda looked at Cosmo for a moment, who nodded. Mama Cosma took no hesitation in pushing her aside to see her son.

They walked into the hallway, where a bunch of nurses and interns sped about. "What do you want?" Wanda asked furiously. "I don't want to be reminded of him! When I told you of what he did to me, you announced it and no one believed me! No one! So what do you want to tell me about him? How innocent he is? Just because he volunteers at the hospital doesn't mean he's-"

"Shut up and let me talk, puny fairy!" When Wanda had quieted, he leaned in close and whispered, "I believed you."

"What?" Wanda hissed. "You did? All along?"

Jorgen rolled his eyes. "Not then. I just thought you were being a little skank." This remark earned him a fiery glare from Wanda. "I was one of the few fairies that knew he was the one killing people," Jorgen sighed. "There just wasn't enough physical evidence, so we could never prosecute him. Fairy courts rely on it more than human courts do. Besides, everyone else thought that you were doing it and blaming him. Fairies are peaceful creatures, Wanda, and you should know that. Sometimes they do kill if they have a good reason, but there is never a good reason for rape. They just couldn't believe that a fairy could ever do such a thing." Jorgen stared at her, then continued, "But that's the thing: Juandissimo wasn't a fai... Wanda? Are you okay? You look pale."

"I can't believe..." Wanda didn't finish. She moaned, put her hand on her head, and slowly slipped to the ground.

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Oh, for God's sake, you have got to be kidding!

Truden stood, fists clenched, on the Turner's doorstep, fighting down the urge to grind her teeth. "Do you have any idea where your son might be?" she asked, hoping her voice wasn't quivering with rage.

Timmy's parents looked at each other and frowned. "No," his mother finally replied. "Tammy wanders off on his own a lot, and takes his fish most of the time. He always comes home after a few hours."

Truden raised an eyebrow and her partner, Kane, let out a bit of a sigh. He had a medium build, with sandy hair and blue eyes. "We should be calling CFS," Kane muttered to the officer beside him. "Parents who just let their kid wander off? And they don't even know his name?"

Truden couldn't help but agree.

"We need him for a homicide investigation," Truden explained, trying to emphasize the importance of the situation. "Timothy is a minor, so we need parental consent."

"Homicide?" Timmy's father jumped into his wife's arms. "We're next! We're next! Tara Turner, I'm sorry for all those things I did! Sock monkeys! That car!" He continued to sob on Tara's shoulder while Truden, pretty much fed up with the idiots, grabbed Kane's clipboard and nearly snapped it in half with fury. (The word "nearly" is used because when she split it, the two pieces weren't equal.)

"Hey, hey, I needed that..." he sighed. "Listen," Kane said, seeing Truden was far too angered to speak any more, "it's important we find your son. He could be in danger of being murdered if we don't."

Tara was extremely troubled. "Timmy's in trouble... Thomas, honey, let go of me, I can hardly breathe." She looked down. "Try Chester's trailer."

"Chester?"

"He's one of Timmy's only friends," his mother explained. "He lives down in the trailer park over there." She pointed west.

Kane looked at his partner. "We passed there on our way here! Come on, Truden, let's go." He took her arm and they both entered the squad car, Truden still on the verge of beating Timmy's parents with the two uneven halves of Kane's clipboard.

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The inside of Anti-Cosmo's brain was quite interesting to Remy. He couldn't say it wasn't like he pictured it- most likely because he never thought to do so- but it was never something he would think of. It was a swirling mass of red and black light, with random scenes flashing around in the distance (it was sort of like a rainbow; you could walk toward it but never reach it). Voices echoed throughout the place, though the voices were indistinguishable the words were slurred, and sometimes within these strange, blurred conversations he could hear music; each time he heard it he could make out some lovey lyrics, some of which were very, very depressing.

Clarice had earlier told him who the "Father" was and why, he he immediately felt sorry for the fairy woman. What a terrible world! It confounded Remy how someone could have so little remorse for the things he had done. Sure, he had tried to take Turner's fairies away, but somehow always regretted it in the end. He had explained this to Clarice, but the bride said that Anti-Cosmo had plenty of reasons for doing what he did. When Remy asked, she only walked away and he decided not to press.

He hovered around, glancing at all the other people- or rather, the souls- Anti-Cosmo had inside his mind. As far as he recalled, there were around eight souls there: Wanda's mother, named Aradei, Calypse, a small fairy boy called Ecar, an Anti-Fairy woman named Anti-Sharra, himself, Vicky, a fairy woman named Errari, and, or course, Clarice herself. He enjoyed watching the random scenes flashing by; although they were soundless (perhaps that's where the voices came from?) they provided him with plenty of entertainment. Somehow he liked seeing his captor's memories; most of them, he noted, involved Anti-Wanda.

He turned around as one flashed behind him. This one was quite confusing. A man was standing over him (the man, Remy realized, bore a resemblance to Anti-Cosmo but it was nothing more than slight) with a scarlet cloth in his hand. He bore a gleaming, evil smile, and his bright green eyes (the part where the resemblance seemed strongest, he noticed,) glinted with a hungry look. Through the random mumblings of the other scenes, he could hear a small, high-pitched voice as the scene was swallowed by darkness; this time, he could hear the words clearly.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

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"Had enough, Father?"

Anti-Cosmo lay on the ground beside his fallen wife, crumpled and bleeding. Emeriei, violet as Juandissimo's eyes, pooled around him in a sticky lake of what seemed to be certain death. He slowly rose his head and looked at his son, his once-icy eyes now more soft and glinting with pain. "You know that you can not kill me," he managed through gritted teeth. "I am too strong."

"Si," Juandissimo replied, twirling his wand in his fingers, "but I can incapacitate you for uno momento."

"What did I say?" Anti-Cosmo hissed. "Stop. It. With. The. Spanish!"

"Hush," Juandissimo snarled. "You must rest, Father, if you want to get better."

Anti-Cosmo said nothing; he only glared at Juandissimo as the half-fairy flew off.

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"Wanda!"

"Is she okay? Is she hurt?"

"It'll be fine, she just passed out."

"Will she die?"

"Don't be silly, Cosmo!"

"I wouldn't mind if she did."

"Mama, don't be so mean!"

Wanda lay in the room adjacent to her husband's in a cot similar to his. "She just passed out," Studwell repeated calmly. "She will be fine. She's just resting and she'll be able to see you in a bit."

Cosmo looked a little skeptical, then calmed down. "Okay," he sighed. "I trust you."

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"Mr. McBadbat ?" Truden knocked on the door of the trailer with the smaller half of the clipboard. "Mr. McBadbat? We need to..." she trailed as the door opened and Chester's father opened the door. "...talk to Chester? What is with that bag on your head?" She turned to Kane. "This town is way too weird for my tastes."

"Agreed." Kane sighed. "Is your son at home?"

"Yeah." Chester's father nodded. "Chester! Come here!"

"Paper plates are washed, Dad!" Chester chirped, racing over from the other side of the trailer. "Hey, I recognize you!" he stated. "You were at Remy's house when he died!"

Truden nodded. "Right. Listen, we need to ask your son a few questions for a homicide investigation. Is that okay?"

Chester's dad shrugged. "I don't see why not, as long as you get him home soon. Off you go, son!"

"Step in the car," Kane instructed the child. Chester looked hesitant for a moment, then obeyed and stepped inside the squad car.

"Kane?"

"Yeah?"

Truden sighed. "I don't know about you, Kane, but this whole thing is really starting to scare me."

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The interrogation room was dark and small, with nothing in it but a table, two chairs and a large sheet of one-way glass almost completely covering the wall opposite Chester. He glanced around uneasily, not knowing what he was supposed to do as he was alone. He shifted in the plastic chair and it creaked.

After what seemed an eternity, the door opened and a rather chubby officer stepped (or rather, squeezed) through, carrying a box of assorted doughnuts.

Huh, Chester thought. So the cable TV shows are right. Funny, the two officers who talked to my dad weren't fat slobs...

"Hurro," the officer greeted him through a mouth full of strawberry jelly and powdered sugar. He swallowed heavily, and started speaking again. "I'm officer Hilts, and I'll be interrogating you today!"

"...Okay," Chester blinked. "Is this about Remy Buxaplenty?"

"You're right!" Hilts beamed, stuffing another doughnut in his flubbery face. "Are you psychic?" he asked after taking another hefty gulp. "Can you tell me what happened to him?"

"No," Chester laughed. "Are you outta your mind? I can't do that!" He paused, then added, "That would be pretty sweet though."

"Mmm-hm." The officer sat down. "How would you describe your relationship with Remy?"

"What can I say?" Chester shrugged. "The guy was a jerk! He would always pick on Timmy for some reason. I don't know why. And he carried this ferret around with him everywhere, too. It had the stupidest name. Juandissimo! What kind of a name is that? Sheesh!"

As Chester ranted on about how dumb a name Juandissimo was, Truden, Kane and their boss, Captain Harrow, stood in the opposite room on the other side of the one-way glass. "There we go, we're back to that Timmy kid again," Kane stated. "Funny how everything keeps reverting back to him."

Truden nodded. "So, what do you think? Kid kills kid, runs off to cover up?"

"Whoa!" the Captian hissed. "You really think that someone so young is capable of such a thing?"

"Yeah, Cassie," Kane said, crossing his arms. "The kid's ten, according to his parents. Would a ten year old even think of such a thing?"

Truden snorted. "How many times have you heard your kid say 'I'm gonna kill them' when they're angry?"

"Well, a lot of times, but they're never serious about it!" her partner argued. "How would a child make such a clean crime scene?"

"He's right," the Captain nodded. "Truden, I would expect more thought on your part."

"I'm sorry, Captain," Truden mumbled, hanging her head, "it's just that... that..." she lifted her gaze to glare at Chester, who was now talking about how much he hated that new kid at his school, Mark. "That kid had so much ahead of him. Rich, and full of promise. And he has his life taken away from him!" She snapped her fingers. "Just like that! What kind of monster..."

"And you think that a ten year old boy could be that monster?"

Truden didn't respond until she recalled what Stirr had said. "But she said it was a little kid's hand!"

"That doesn't mean anything," the Captain growled. Pressing an intercom button, he said, "That's enough, officer. Take Chester to the waiting room to his father."

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Three things I want to point out:

1. Sorry if the resolution to last chapter's cliffie seemed really lame. Heh heh, *sweatdrop* it sort of was but hey... I liked it.

2. I'm thinking Jorgen was a little OOC. That guy's harder to write for than Timmy!

3. Next chapter will be, more or less, lots and lots of flashbacks, for those who have been messaging me saying "FLASHBACKS FLASHBACKS PLZ MOAR FLASHBACKS KPLZTHX." There, HAPPY?

~Mikichu