I'm quite happy with this, and from this point on, everything gets easier.
I hope.
Anyway, as per the parings vote, Dani wins out by a small margin. That kind of thing will start next chapter, be advised I like Timmy/Dani and Timmy/Tootie equally.
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Chapter Twenty-One: Endenkrieg
Timmy Turner.
Day Four – 02:55 US Eastern Standard Time.
Manhattan, New York.
Timmy juggled the item he had been given in his hands.
The Key of Light, the Colonel had called it, but he hadn't said where it was to be used or how to activate it. Obviously, he needed to find out very soon.
Atkinson had been brief. A squad of the Royal Marines would escort him, Cosmo and Wanda (Poof was staying behind, as Wanda would not allow her son to be put into serious danger) to the Empire State Building, where 'Package One' would take him into Anti-Fairy World itself.
He could not have been less vague.
"Hey, you're Timmy Turner, right?"
Danny walked up to Timmy, and sat on the stair next to him.
"So…anyway I can help you?"
"This is something Timmy must do alone, Danny Phantom."
The two looked up. A young, cloaked figure floated before them, holding a staff. He seemed to shift between ages as he spoke, to adult and elderly stages of life.
"Clockwork?" quizzed Danny.
"Who?" asked Timmy, confused.
"Timmy," Clockwork nodded, "Right now, you are the most important person in all of existence…the key is yours, if you can unlock yourself."
"Unlock…myself?" demanded Timmy.
"I'm afraid I can't say any more," sighed Clockwork, "The Observants will be mad enough as it is, given my current intervention."
Clockwork grinned.
"I know you can do it, Timmy. Of course, I know…"
"Everything, right," nodded Danny.
Clockwork nodded.
"Time in."
The ghost promptly vanished into a clock-shaped vortex.
And then, the sirens wailed.
Anti-Cosmo and HP.
Day Four – 03:00 US Eastern Standard Time.
Anti-Cosmo's Castle, Anti-Fairy World.
"Why not simply poof to Earth?" asked HP.
"I prefer a more…grandiose entrance, given the circumstances," replied Anti-Cosmo, as he looked over the massing Anti-Fairies from his balcony.
"And the Dark Magic?"
"Reserved for Turner, for now," explained Anti-Cosmo, "Although…I do intend to have a little demonstration."
He cleared his throat.
"Friends, Pixies, Anti-Fairies, lend me your ears!" he boomed to the crowd, "Today, we show those upstart humans where they stand, today a new order is made – one of chaos and destruction!"
"Don't forget us," injected HP, "We get the Southern Hemisphere, remember?"
Anti-Cosmo grinned.
"No."
There was a loud ripping noise.
HP gasped, his face growing pale, as he looked behind him. His wings had been forcibly removed…his face twisted with anger when he realised who'd done so.
"You traitor," he scowled.
Then he crumbled to dust as the traitor gave a cold, businesslike smirk.
"I have my moments," nodded Sanderson.
"Good work, Sanderson," nodded Anti-Cosmo, "He was having second thoughts, I could sense it. You'll be richly rewarded, I guarantee it."
He turned back to the crowd.
"Let's show those humans what we are capable of!" he boomed, "Behold our demonstration – the levelling of their Liberty!"
A large, pitch black fireball formed in his hands. His smirk turned into a full, evil grin and he threw it to the sky.
A wormhole ripped through the dark clouds, but the ball kept going. Down it went, opening another wormhole at its destination, before plummeting into a manmade island.
Liberty Island was totally eradicated in less then three seconds.
Tad Strong and Chad Grey.
Day Four – 03:00 US Eastern Standard Time.
Manhattan, New York.
To say the entry of the Anti-Fairies was extravagant was a gross understatement. Their wormhole was massive – the wave of Anti-Fairies looked almost like a dark blue tsunami falling from the sky.
Tad and Chad looked up from their 'position' at Penn Station. Atkinson had gone out of his way to make it look like Timmy was there – most of the very limited defences by the police and marines were concentrated on it – and it seemed to be working as the wave plunged towards the station.
The front elements of the Anti-Fairies raised their wands – tipped in the same dark magic that destroyed the Statue of Liberty – and pointed to the station. Many fireballs were thrown at the building.
"Incoming!" shouted Tad, and the two boys threw themselves to the ground.
Chad felt the ground shake as the fireballs struck home, cratering the ground around them. He stayed down until the crashing stopped, before rolling over the face his friend.
"Man, that was close!" he exclaimed.
Tad did not roll to meet him.
"Come on, it's over, don't be so…"
Chad's eyes widened as he rolled his friend over. He was limp, and a large cut had been opened along his back.
Chad fainted.
Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Vicky Delisle.
Day Four – 03:02 US Eastern Standard Time.
Manhattan, New York.
The Anti-Fairies, it occurred, weren't as powerful as they seemed – it was just that there were a really huge amount of them. Even with Danny's arsenal and the large arsenal of 'borrowed' M.E.R.F. equipment, the three teenagers were having a tough time keeping the Anti-Fairies off them.
"Why are we even here, anyway?" demanded Vicky, "Shouldn't we be defending the twerp so he can do whatever he's supposed to be doing?"
"No," replied Danny, "We're defending Penn Station so that they don't know where to find Timmy."
"Where're Tucker and Jazz?" asked Sam, firing a 'Stun Mechanism 5000' of something to that effect at an Anti-Fairy, "I thought they were supposed to be in here?"
"Change of plan," Danny replied, decking out a pixie (made a change), "They're with the package one thing Atkinson was talking about."
"He already told us that, Manson," snapped Vicky, knocking out another foe with the brilliantly-named 'Anti-Special Pen', "Give the guy a break, geez!"
"I'll have you know I've known 'the guy' a lot longer then you have!" shouted Sam.
"Guys, can we just get back to it?" demanded Danny, "Why do you argue so much, sheesh!"
Sam and Vicky looked at each other.
"Is he always this clueless?" asked Vicky.
"You have not idea," nodded Sam.
Elmer Boyle and Sanjay Bradley.
Day Four – 03:04 US Eastern Standard Time.
Manhattan, New York.
"Does this make you feel like Indiana Jones at all?" asked Sanjay.
"Huh?" quizzed Elmer.
"We're running around fighting people dressed in grey and black, we're fighting over an artefact of tremendous power, and I have a whip," shrugged Sanjay, holding up another M.E.R.F. invention, the 'M.E.R.F. Whip'.
"I never saw any Indiana Jones movies," replied Elmer, "Mom says action movies are bad for my heart."
"Hey, kids!"
The two kids turned, to find an Anti-Fairy dressed in a strange assortment of clothes.
"Evil Cupid?" mused Elmer, "Are you the god of not-love?"
"Not quite," Anti-Cupid replied, "I'm the god of pain. Allow me to demonstrate."
He grabbed Elmer by the collar and flew high above the platforms.
"Bad man, drop him!" demanded Sanjay, trying in vain to whip him from a distance.
"K'dokey," shrugged Anti-Cupid, and he let go of Elmer.
"NO!" yelled Sanjay, and he ran to catch his friend.
Anti-Cupid grinned, and fired a dark beam from his wand. A dark beam of energy struck Elmer, there was a short cry and a hissing noise, and the beam vanished.
Elmer's left shoe fell, heavily singed, to the ground.
"Later," snarled Anti-Cupid, flying away.
Sanjay stared at the shoe, before his expression darkened. He cracked his whip aimlessly on the ground, picked up the shoe, and ran to find some Anti-Fairies to take his fury out on.
Trixie Tang and Veronica Star.
Day Four – 03:06 US Eastern Standard Time.
Manhattan, New York.
Veronica admitted she was slightly afraid of the way Trixie was acting tonight. She was leading Veronica around Penn Station in an almost emotionless manner, using the 'M.E.R.F. Military Grade Netting Device' (another ingenious name) to bring down every fairy she saw.
She hardly recognised that her best friend was still following her.
"Uh, Trixie," Veronica said at last, "Maybe we should go back and find someone else."
"You want to back down?" snapped Trixie, entering a ticket kiosk, "You know what M.E.R.F. did to Remy, Veronica…"
"This isn't about M.E.R.F.!" replied Veronica, "You can't just walk around until you killed, we've gotta work with everyone else if…"
Trixie glared down her friend, and Veronica was taken aback.
"If the Anti-Fairies didn't exist, M.E.R.F. would have never gone after Turner and Remy, and he would still be alive," she said simply, "I won't let Remy go unavenged – you're either with me or against me."
Veronica shuddered.
"I'm your friend!" she exclaimed.
"You are my ally," replied Trixie, coldly, "My only friend was Remy, even if I only met him once. I…"
The wall crashed open and a large Anti-Fairy aimed his wand at Veronica.
"Anti-Binky find target," he mumbled, slowly, "Anti-Binky crush!"
The wand heated up, and Veronica's eyes widened.
It all seemed to happen at once.
There way a cry of "Not her too!" and a beam fired from the wand. Trixie threw herself in its direction, shoving Veronica out of the way and firing the Netter at Anti-Binky.
The beam struck Trixie as the net caught Anti-Binky.
Trixie fell to her knees, and looked at her friend. Her form seemed to ripple.
"I'm sorry, 'Ronnie," she whispered.
Her body evaporated into dust before Veronica's very eyes.
Timmy Turner, Cosmo and Wanda.
Day Four – 03:12 US Eastern Standard Time.
Manhattan, New York.
The armoured APC (the 'Warrior' as the men who operated it called it) arrived at the base of the Empire State Building, and Timmy was led out. He had to admire the thing – it certainly beat a taxi.
"Package One, this is Victor One, you are cleared for landing," a soldier radioed.
"Copy that," Tucker's voice replied.
The sound of rotor blades filled the air, and Timmy gazed in shock as a Blackhawk helicopter descended from above.
"Welcome aboard Air Foley," grinned Tucker, standing at the door of the chopper, "Next stop, Anti-Fairy World!"
Please tell me if I'm being too pshycopathic.