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Chapter 11: Retaliation

Anti-Cosmo, HP and Wanda.
Day Two – 16:30 US West Coast Time.
Anti-Cosmo's Castle, Anti-Fairy World.

"…so the humans are after Turner, eh?" mused Anti-Cosmo, "This makes things more interesting."

Wanda did not reply. She still sat in the corner, in shock from Anti-Cosmo's earlier 'diplomacy'.

"I recommend we get in before they do," replied HP, in his expressionless tone, "Grab Turner and bring him to the dungeons until we're done with our business."

"Too much trouble," sighed Anti-Cosmo, lowering his voice, "We'll just slot the little rapscallion."

"Slot?" mused HP, lowering his own voice.

"Slang," elaborated Anti-Cosmo, "It means kill."

"He's too valuable, he could tell us…" HP began.

"Oh HP, you naïve fool," grinned Anti-Cosmo, "It isn't about information, it was never about that. We need Turner out of the way! Without Turner, M.E.R.F.'s scheme collapses and Earth is without defence. It's perfect."

Anti-Cosmo narrowed his eyes.

"You're not letting morals get in your way, are you?" he demanded.

There was a short silence.

"Wanda won't abide by that," he said at last.

"Then we won't tell her…"


Lance Thunder.
Day Two – 16:00 US Central Standard Time.
Amity Park, Illinois.

"…which should lead to a fine week for Amity Park," the newsreader explained, standing in front of the graphic weather map, "In other weather news, a large storm front has been observed forming over Southern California. It is believed the winds will be of Category Seven, with the governor calling up emergency services and the National Guard to prevent major damage. I'm Lance Thunder, Amity Park News."


Timmy Turner and Dani Phantom.
Day Two – 18:00 US West Coast Time.
Dimmsdale, California.

"So…you're going to Mississippi?"

"Yep."

"On your own?"

"Yep."

Dani was watching, dumbfounded, as Timmy packed his bag of 'vital objects' – comics, to be precise. A dark cover of cloud was forming over Dimmsdale, and she was grateful to be inside in Timmy's room.

"How exactly do you plan to get there?" she demanded.

"Train," replied Timmy, "There's the railroad crossing near Chester's place. I just have to jump on the train."

"Without being killed?"

"Preferably."

"Riiiight," nodded Dani, "Look, I'm sure whatever you doing isn't secret enough to stop me from coming."

"Yes it is," replied Timmy, turning around, "Look, I know you're curious, I know you wanna help, but it's not that simple. Besides, this is my thing, I have to find out if Wan…err…my friend is alive, isn't that a bit personal to you?"

Thunder cracked above them, causing the house to shake.

"Whoa," gaped Timmy, "The weather guy was right for once…that is a huge storm."

"That's why you should wait until tomorrow," said Dani.

"No time," said Timmy, bluntly.

"No time?" demanded Dani, "What, you think the storm will attack you?"

Then a gust of wind ripped open the wall.

Timmy and Dani were blown back, landing several feet away from their previous positions. Looking up, Timmy saw a familiar individual.

"Anti-Cosmo!" he exclaimed.

"Good evening, Mister Turner, Ms. Phantom," grinned Anti-Cosmo, the wind blowing his coat and hair around quite in a sinister way.

"You sound like Alfred Hitchcock," mused Dani, "How do you know my name?"

"I've been watching you, Danielle," replied Anti-Cosmo, "However, I have no intention of killing you…yet…so stand aside and allow me to do the honours to Timothy."

The door smashed open as the older Turners barged into the room.

"Timmy!" snapped Mr. Turner, "What did I tell you about inviting strangers into your room?"

"Oh please, old man," replied Anti-Cosmo, "I invited myself in, actually. I'm just here to…what's a good word…devour your boy."

"What! You can't do that!" snapped Mrs. Turner, "Not unless you're from the government!"

"Thank you, mom," sighed Timmy under his breath.

"Oh please, you simpletons, do you intend to defend your child?" laughed Anti-Cosmo, "Your child that your chronically neglect, that you leave for your own enjoyment…that's hilarious!"

"So's this!" yelled Mr. Turner.

He pulled a crowbar out from behind his back and lunged at Anti-Cosmo, catching the anti-fairy by surprise. He made three swift blows across the stomach and head, knocking Anti-Cosmo to the ground.

"Awesome!" cheered Timmy.

"Impossible!" snapped Anti-Cosmo, "Where did you hide that?"

"I carry it around in my pant leg," shrugged Mr. Turner, "Doesn't everyone?"

"Too much information," shuddered Dani.

Anti-Cosmo glared in unfathomable frustration.

"You should not have done that," he said slowly.

He pulled up his hand, and pushed Mr. Turner pack towards his family and Dani, on whom he landed and forced into a heap.

"I wish you could live to see my full plan," grinned Anti-Cosmo, climbing to his feet, "But alas…you'll have to settle with this as your swansong."

He moved his arms into the air, grinned the most evil grin they had even seen, and stated simply…

"Bring down the rain."

The wind around them turned into an unstoppable rage. Twirling across the room, it picked everything not nailed down, and began to rip the floorboards out. The house quaked and rumbled and the door flew from the hinges.

Timmy felt Dani grab his hand.

"Hold on to each other!" she yelled.

The Turners blinked, before doing as told, Mr. Turner glomping everyone in terror. A cold sensation fell over them as Dani made them all intangible.

Now the walls were crumbling. The bed and drawers had been ripped to shreds, and with one final crash, the walls began to collapse around them. They could merely watch as the Turner's house – the only home Timmy knew – turned into shattered wood and rubble.

Theirs was not the only victim. There was nothing left of the Dinkleberg's house, nor their other neighbours residences. The whole street had been flattened, and the damage was being felt all across Western Dimmsdale.

Timmy shut his eyes. He did not know how long he had them clasped shut, but eventually the wind died, and he opened them.

All he could see was rubble, wrecked vehicles and in some cases ripped tarmac. However, a few intact cars – black Humvees – were now driving down the road.

Timmy's heart skipped a beat when he saw what they were labelled.

M.E.R.F.

Then Dani's intangibly wore off from exhaustion.