The Horror of Popularity
Oki-Jule: Glad you enjoyed the chapter and thanks for dedicating your story to me!
L.C.Techno: Another Reviewer! Yah! Yes Mandy definitely made the wrong choice in who to trust Heidi is definitely keen on her sister's motives as she's the more logical and thorough thinking of the two. Believe Timmy's turned into a jerk do you? Yea you're right about that. Timmy has done acting in the past that deserves awards. I really love this from your review though: "This work of yours is one of the most horrific, terrific and suspenseful I've ever read." Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I feel so complimented. Thanks for adding this story to your fave stories list and me to your fave author's list. Glad you love how I made Vicky into a rebel. I never really thought about how I made her bad yet good at the same time. Thanks for telling me!
Lightning-Dono: I only saw a review from you for chapter one but I hope you return and read the rest. Glad you enjoyed the first chapter.
A.nonymous: You REALLY make me want to read 'The Crucible' (plus I currently have a copy and will read it when I find the time. But AFTER I finish writing this fic). Wanda's words reminded you of a Dr. Seuss's story? Strange (and even weirder it was based off Hitler?) but cool and from what you've written about it, also true. Timmy isn't totally different from Yertle, but not everything you predicted right there will really happen to Timmy. Let's say his losses will be more private and personal than open and social. You'll be gone! Oh no! But I'm trying to update faster and since the story will be no more than fifteen or sixteen chapters (yes I decided on the limit); hopefully I can get it done before the 14th of December. Wish me luck. Glad you've stuck around this far and still love the story!
can't think: Oh yeah, Timmy has truly given his angelic sign the boot and the finger. Glad I made you like OC's! I love OC's! Anyway, thanks for sticking around this far and I'll update soon.
Death's Soulmate: Warning. Expletives are IN this CHAPTER. Also this story will end at chapter 16.
Disclaimer: I don't own the songs 'They' (Jem), 'Mosh' (Eminem), 'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face' (Celine Dion), Virgin State of Mind Lyrics(K's Choice)
Chapter 13: The Dark Reality
(One Hour Later at the Richton's Residence)
Richard Richton heard a knock at the door and opened it. He was surprised to see a police officer standing there staring at him with unadulterated hatred.
"Please step outside Mr. Richton," the police officer said coldly.
"Is there a problem?" Mr. Richton asked curiously hiding his fear of the officer's response very well.
"You're under arrest Mr. Richton," the police officer responded simply, "please step outside slowly and let me read you your rights," he said but hissed on the word 'rights'.
"Okay," Mr. Richton said in a firm yet shaky voice as he stepped outside, "may I ask what I'm being arrested for?" he asked in a croaking voice his eyes starting to fill with tears.
"For murder," the police offer responded, "we arrested your wife while she was walking in the gardens four minutes ago," he said and Mr. Richton's eyes widened as he was about to protest, "don't bother," he told him, "we know she must've known something from before and she's arrested as an accessory by the way," he added.
"I'll give you a confession if you free my wife," Mr. Richton pleaded, "my wife is all me and my other son Richard have," he said on the verge of completely breaking down.
"Are you so sure that your son will want you two as parents when he finds out the truth?" the police officer asked him honestly, "look me in the eye and tell me that you had nothing to do with the deaths of those little children in the barn," he demanded, "in fact don't tell me," he said quickly with a look of disgust, "I'm going to read you your rights now," he said coldly.
"I already know them," Mr. Richton said his voice barely above a whisper, "don't bother reading them to me," he said in a voice void of emotion and eyes that now looked completely empty, "I confess," he said to the officer, "just get my son to a safe place after you take me away?" he begged as she started to sob and sank to his knees.
"Okay," the police officer said more kindly and pulled Mr. Richton to his feet then slapped handcuffs on him.
(Meanwhile at a Hidden Location within Helpsville)
Ian Richton sat silently in the wheelchair as he stared out the window at the many simple houses in the town. He was safely kept in one of the few apartment buildings in Helpsville. In fact there were only two apartment buildings in the town and he was told that he was in the cheaper one. He could tell by the thinning wallpaper and the smell of decay whenever he dared to remove his oxygen mask; which was almost never. He thought about America and how he was apart of a big powerful country that couldn't protect a group of children from a city gone mad. He might be able to forgive the government someday, but it would be a LONG time before he could say the American Pledge and Anthem and mean those words he'd recite ever again.
Ian would always believe that America was under God. But not Dimmsdale. From the day that curse came the city pretty much sold its soul to the Devil and attacked them (the elite popular children).
He felt indivisible all right. Indivisible in his hatred towards Dimmsdale and nearly all who occupied it. He would never go back there. Not even to be buried there when he died.
He was grateful for the rebels who helped him. Vicky and the others were kind to him and his current caretaker took good care of him. If only his father had done that.
Don't think about him Ian. He's no longer apart of your life. In a way, he never was. (Ian's thoughts)
Every time he ran the memories of what happened through my mind he couldn't believe that it happened in a place that used to be his home. Dimmsdale; where he was born, where he spent nearly ninety-five percent of my life (besides traveling and visiting other places).
Ian was glad for the rebels who tried their best to make citizens of Dimmsdale realize their mistakes. But unfortunately the minority who believed them was mostly too afraid to come forward in fear of being labeled traitors. If he had been among them he knew that he'd exercise his right to freedom of choice and speech. Even if he had to die for it. Or maybe he thought more so now that he nearly experienced death first hand.
When anyone defied what the 'city' wanted they were seen as traitors. People like Crocker and Kira were executed over differences that didn't warrant such cruel and unusual punishment. Nearly everyone in Dimmsdale took any defiance of attacking us (elite popular kids) as some form of extreme treason. I just don't understand how simply disagreeing upon harming children can degenerate to treason. There was a curse yes, but in the end the city of Dimmsdale created their own curse and kids died for it. Kids, not adults, not teenagers, but young mother fucking kids. (Ian's thoughts)
He hoped no one would ask him to explain what happened in Dimmsdale. If they (other people) couldn't understand by hearing it from others, they definitely weren't going to hear anything from him. He didn't want to tell his kid about it. Plus as far as he was concerned he never had a father. Not the father who pretty much, in fact simply and heartlessly handed him (Ian) over to his death. And with his own suspicions, he wondered and felt that his father had something to do with that Super Carbon Monoxide that nearly killed him but killed almost everyone else.
"My father," Ian muttered half-bitterly, "the great research and poisonous gas and nuclear weaponry Supervisor and creator," he said with a laugh, "I have n doubts now that the gas was his doing and he's the major culprit," he said honestly, "just disappointed that my father had to be a heartless bastard," he hissed, "at least more than the usual heartless bastard he's always been anyway," he added and stared out the window now with jealously and resentment at the homes most likely containing happier healthier children and good families that were happy and united.
Like mine never was. Disunity was our motto pretty much. At least that's what it came to be known as anyhow. (Ian's thoughts)
The Mayor was the worst joke. He simply did things to avenge his godchildren at first then he continued and went even further overboard with no thanks to Timmy Turner.
Plus his high want of being re-elected. Which of course would make him do anything the city wanted and also do anything to hide anything that he did (or participated in) that the city didn't want anything to with. Especially to have someone who's involved to ever lead them again. (Ian's thoughts)
Timmy Turner was the worst one of all.
Well second to my father who should actually give a frigging DAMN about his children. I don't absolve my Mom of blame either. She always knows what Dad is doing and as far as I'm concerned I hope she gets her reward when she follows him straight to hell. (Ian's thoughts)
"You must be laughing now Timmy Turner," Ian said simply, "you've won the love and worship of Dimmsdale and I bet my life that you'll find a way back to the good side of the President," he said frankly and chuckled, "the whole world pretty much under estimated you Timmy Turner," he admitted, "now we've suffered for our stupidity," he said, "those of us who were on the bad end of his spectrum that is," he added solemnly.
Ian pressed a button on his new chair and was automatically taken to the kitchen. He liked this one better than the old non-electric one that he had back at Dark Manor. He went into the kitchen and took out a carton of Orange Juice from the fridge then closed it. He took out one of his tubes and placed it gently into the carton after he opened it and started to drink. His throat screamed in pain but he continued to drink anyway. He knew that he wasn't supposed to take in food except through the tubes that connected to his body so that he could ingest food without swallowing but he missed the feeling of actually feeling and tasting his food in his mouth at least. It was bad enough that he might never walk again, be unable to ingest solid food along with the Fin girls (remember that they're less affected by the gas but not totally unaffected) for at least three months, his skin stilled looked rather ashen and grayish and he couldn't go out into the sun without feeling that he was being burned alive, he couldn't go to the bathroom by himself or feel when he needed to go and he was now bald.
Worst being bald and not being able to walk again. I can't play sports or become a model. My Dad always hated that I wasn't interested in science or business. Well I hope he's happy now. Actually I don't. I hope he dies after suffering a long, miserable and painful life. I hope he suffers and lives to have everyone he loves hate him. (Ian's thoughts)
"You know that you shouldn't be drinking it like that," his caretaker said simply from behind him.
"Are you going to tell?" Ian asked coldly without turning around.
"No," the caretaker responded, "I just came in here to get a soda"
"Mr. Dinkleburg?" Ian asked softly, "why are you apart of this rebellion?" he asked.
"I joined after that Timmy boy had his parents arrested," Mr. Dinkleburg admitted distastefully, "Mr. Turner may be as dumb as a stump," he continued, "but for someone; his own child no less, to arrest him and his wife like that," he said shaking his head, "that takes a heart of coal," he said as he took out a soda, "in fact," he said, "it takes not having a heart at all," he declared darkly and slammed the fridge door shut.
(Two Months later 7a.m. at the Mansion –New Residence- where Timmy now Resides)
Tootie sat in her beautiful bedroom crying. She hated being here. Being away from her family and real friends. She hated being here living in the same pace as him. Timmy Turner. The boy she used to but no longer loved.
Timmy! Why did you have to change into the very thing that you tried to get rid of? In fact you're even worse since your evil is after everyone and not just a specific set of people (Remember Britney was after all those children who troubled her in school). I used to worship the ground you walk on, now my skin crawls every time you come around me. (Tootie's thoughts)
"Your bravery and kind heart were what made me honoured to know you," Tootie whispered to herself, "and doubly honoured to love you," she continued, "Timmy," she added as she lay down flat on the bed and closed her eyes.
I feel nothing but loneliness and emptiness. Please Angel of Mercy save me. Do what I ask. Give me the rest I crave. This is all a little average girl asks. (Tootie's thoughts)
(Noon-same day- at Timmy's Mansion)
"This is the TV room," Timmy said excitedly as he showed his parents around the Mansion, "if you live here you guys will have the biggest TV you've ever seen," he continued, "it's even bigger than the Dinkleburg's and it's Flat Screen!" he cried and turned to his parents.
Timmy's parents simply looked back at him coldly and emotionlessly. They had been out of prison for a week since it was agreed state wide that the rebels had rebelled because they felt that people's lives were at stake. Many people in Dimmsdale weren't happy about it but were reassured by their hero Timmy that it was only fair so they let it be.
"It's nice," Mrs. Turner said without interest.
"Nice? Nice!" Timmy responded, "come on Mom and Dad it's awesome!" he declared.
"I think that you should call us Mr. and Mrs. Turner so… Timmy," Mr. Turner stated formally.
Timmy looked from one to the other in disbelief. He knew that they'd be angry with him for sending them to prison, but he didn't expect this. They weren't angry, they weren't emotional, they were just cold and almost totally indifferent to hi very existence. They had even offered to let him live here alone with the nanny. In fact they asked him to stay at the mansion for the 'time being' (the parents have returned to their house).
"Fine," Timmy said, "but can I call you Miss and Sir instead?" he asked hoping for at least a mild protest.
"Whatever you like," Mrs. Turner said sweetly but Timmy could tell that she was faking it.
Guess I'll never get back my old normal life. (Timmy's thoughts)
"I'm going to check on Tootie," Timmy said suddenly and hurried off to her room on the third floor.
"Tootie," Timmy said nicely, "Tootie my love," he cooed when he heard no response from inside and knocked, "come on, don't let me have to open the door myself," he said, "you know you love me," he added with a laugh and a grin.
Timmy sighed and opened the door. He peeked in to see Tootie lying flat on her back with her eyes closed.
"Wake up Tootie," Timmy said enthusiastically, "my parents are here," he said despite not really feeling excited about it, "do you want to see them?" he asked hoping that this would get her out of bed since she NEVER wanted to see him.
Timmy went up to her and started to shake her. But she didn't move.
"Tootie?" Timmy asked more urgently, "Tootie!" he cried shaking her very hard yet getting response, "Jenny!" he cried.
"Yes perfect hero Timmy," a blonde maid said happily, "what would you like Sir?" she asked in an almost flirtatious tone.
"Call an ambulance," Timmy said tearfully not caring about his maid's usual adoration of him, "Tootie's sick," he told her.
"Oh my," Jenny responded and hurried to call 911.
"Please Tootie wake up," Timmy begged, "I'm sorry about the past," he continued, "we can start over," he suggested, "I know you feel differently about me," he said as he stroked her hair, "but if you forgive things will be different," he said to her, "in fact," he whispered, "things can be like they were before."
Who am I kidding? She'll never forgive me. Things will never be the same. But I can't give up hope. Things always turn out right for the good guy right? Right? RIGHT! (Timmy's thoughts)
(Two Hours Later at the Hospital)
"I'm sorry," a doctor said solemnly, "there's nothing we can do," he said to Timmy who was seated in the waiting room with admirers who said words of pity which he ignored, "she's with God and the angels now," he said with a sigh, "seems to be a rare case of dying in one's sleep after slipping into a critical coma," he said sadly, "rarely happens, especially to kids," he told Timmy, "and there's no explanation so far as to why either," he added.
"She died of lack of freedom and broken heart," Timmy muttered almost inaudibly.
"What?" the doctor asked.
Timmy didn't respond. He just remained seated with his heads in his hands. Not crying, not screaming, not feeling anything at all.
Where can I run to, where can I hide
Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind
Timmy opened his eyes to see himself standing in the middle of the school hallway. Children were hurrying to and from class and he saw five students from his class walking together and laughing. But he realized that something was wrong.
The students he noticed were Elmer (Boil Kid), A.J., Stewart, Tad and Britney.
"Hello Timmy," a voice said from behind him and he turned to see Chester.
But unlike the others, Chester didn't look perfectly normal and fine. He physically looked just like he did that day in the hospital when he was on the news. His face was swollen and skin was torn off in different places and blood was oozing, his clothes looked the same as his usual ones except they were covered in dirt and almost torn to shreds and all his exposed skin looked bitten, scrapped, torn and bleeding. Blood spilt onto the floor and continued to do so as Chester floated three inches above the ground.
"Are you scared Turner?" Stewart asked suddenly and he turned around to see Stewart and almost gagged, "does my new look frighten you?" he asked sarcastically as he now looked shredded and torn like he did after the dogs had bitten him.
"Hello Timmy," a voice said suddenly and looked up to see a grown up woman walking towards him slowly.
The woman was in a cotton black dress with a low cut bodice and black shoes. She was Five foot seven and had flowing waist length red hair and emerald green eyes. She looked to be in her mid or late twenties, but her whole demeanor made Timmy believe different.
"Why fear her?" A.J. asked suddenly and Timmy immediately vomited when he saw blood gushing out of the side of A.J.'s head, "she's not very different from you," he pointed out, "both of you decided to go after people you felt were evil and not deserving of life," he stated, "both of you lied and made people turn against innocent victims which you ended up murdering and placing it under the guise of justice and or accidents."
Timmy stopped vomiting and looked up see Tad grinning at him with glowing green eyes as Britney stood by his side with a smug grin.
"You are my instrument Timmy," the woman said eerily, "my instrument of wanton mortal destruction," she said as her grin broadened, "you're mine Timmy Turner," she said and took an ominous step forward.
"You stay away from me," Timmy said angrily, "I'm nothing like you," he snarled.
"You're wrong Timmy," Chester responded, "but you still can change," he continued and Timmy turned to his friend as he finally heard a voice that didn't sound or say anything scornful and hateful, "you still have a chance," he said to Timmy, "you're not lost forever," he said, "not like her," he snarled and pointed at the red haired woman.
"He's mine!" the woman cried angrily, "I will have him and get my revenge and my most desperate desire!" she declared angrily and her face contorted with anger.
"Listen to me Timmy," Chester said urgently and grabbed Timmy by the collar, "whatever you don't go…." he started to say but was stopped when a bolt of lightning hit him in the face and he thrown several feet from Timmy.
"Run Timmy!" Elmer cried suddenly and Timmy looked at him and say that Elmer was in his usual clothes but now he was soaked to his skin and shivering, "get out of here!" he cried and got hit by a bolt of lightning as well.
Timmy looked for the source and saw Tad and Britney chuckling as lightning crackled around their bodies.
"You're ours," they said in unison and took several steps towards Timmy as he also took the same steps backwards, "you belong in the….."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Timmy screamed his eyes closed and his hands ripping at his brown hair.
Timmy bolted upright. He saw that no one was in the waiting room but him.
Must've have been a dream. Nightmare actually. (Timmy's thoughts)
"Timmy!" an admirer cried suddenly and hurried in, "where did you go?" the little girl asked curiously.
"What are you talking about?" Timmy asked, "I never moved from this spot," he told her.
"Of course you did silly," the five year old girl said with giggles, "one second you had your head in your hands, next we heard a scream and turned around, then when we turned back you were …." She explained, "EWWWWWWWWWWW!" she cried and pointed at him.
Timmy looked at where she pointed and noticed that the middle of his pink shirt was covered in blood. Some even had reached on his pants and it all reeked.
Timmy got up and ran into the nearest male bathroom and started to retch. Pieces of brown hair fell from his hands as he used them to grab onto the side of the toilet bowl to keep his face from falling in.
Done.
Death's Soulmate: Yes it's two days Late. The whole underlined section is for when a character is somehow transported or enters some (extreme) paranormal weird world, place or situation. Review.
Just to let you Know
Timmy and the Mayor decided to drop the charges on the rebels claiming that everything was a misunderstanding and rebels who didn't break any other law but the one of treason were set free (meaning Mr. and Mrs. Richton weren't since they're also imprisoned for murder and accessory to murder) and all rebels are now allowed to come back to Dimmsdale without being persecuted by the law.
Timmy is under the disillusion that he can turn back to his lovable self and that all those who he betrayed (and they know it, like Timmy's parents) and harmed will just forgive him and things will turn back to the way they were before. From reading this chapter you can see that he's far from correct. So while he still has the (majority) City's admiration and 'love', he's lost the love of his parents and of course Trixie.
Death's Soulmate: Review and tell me what you think of Timmy's encounter with his dead 'friends' and also Ian's current condition.