The Horror of Popularity
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Death's Soulmate: Yes this is the final chapter. I didn't see the sense of stretching this any further. Enjoy.
Chapter 15: Everything goes full circle.
(One Year Later in the Barn)
There's no way out of here
Timmy coughed as more aged rotten gruel was forced into his mouth by a rusty spoon from a cobweb grime covered bowl. Timmy tried to spit it up but his mouth was covered and he got a punch in his stomach as he was forced to swallow it along with the vomit that started to rise as a result from the punch. Timmy sobbed as he continued to gag on the rotten food that he was forced to swallow. After he was finished he was then forced to drink water, which looked bright lime green in a cracked glass, which also had a lot of grime all over it and smelled almost half as bad and decayed as the gruel did which wasn't much better either as the smell alone made Timmy have to struggle not to gag and suffocate to death.
After Timmy finished eating he gritted his teeth as he felt his pained stomach struggle to digest the rotten food that the ghosts had forced him to swallow. He hadn't left the Manor from the day he was dragged in there by the same ghosts who kept torturing him and beating him up everyday. He never saw sunshine from the day he came there. The ghosts always forced him to go the Boarding House at nighttime and pulled him out of the beds early morning before the sun could show any sign of rising and dragged through the grassy, dirt or gravely paths and took him straight to the Barn. He could barely walk anyway and that was thanks to the rotten food as well as the regular beat ups they gave him everyday.
Timmy wished now more than any other time that he hadn't mentioned anything about a witch being involved. He didn't even remember how he did it but all he knew was that he had somehow determined that a witch was among the elite popular children and most likely female. He had awoken this morning and realized that the events confused him more than it did years before or even yesterday. Worse, he didn't feel very confident of his sanity when he recalled that Crocker believed him and also that despite finding Mr. Horace's letter, nothing had happened to show the identity of a witch among any elite popular student(s) before and after they were sent to Dark Manor. He had to wonder now if his young self hadn't done it out of plain spite or anger as a result of Chester's death. He did recall speaking to A.J. earlier the same day and mentioning Chester's death and how the elite popular kids needed to be stopped. He also remembered mentioning that a magical entity sensed a female witch when he spoke to Crocker later that day. But now he couldn't recall any such entity and he also wondered why if the witch was only female, how come all of the elite popular children (including the males) were taken to Dark Manor. Actually he knew why, he was so filled with anger and hatred towards the elite popular kids that he didn't care who it was who started the curse; he just wanted to punish them all.
Timmy had no idea how long he had been trapped at Dark Manor. He had started to count the days but stopped on day twenty and he remembered how he broke down and cried and kept telling the spirits of the elite popular children who now haunted and tortured him that he was sorry and if he could turn back time he'd make none of it had happened. He also recalled right after saying that that everything went black. He had later woken up to see a huge jagged stone beside him and blood leaking from the side of his head. He felt pain a little after but not before he heard the angry hisses of the ghost and after that he decided that it was best that he didn't mention how sorry he was again. But the ghosts tortured him anyway. He remembered the interrogations that they gave him as well. He really hoped that the kids who died here didn't go through similar interrogations before they died. He remembered being badgered by loud ghostly questions of why he caused them to be stuck here and also the times when they'd string him up and soak him with cold or scalding hot water or worse yet when he got whipped until he could see his blood splashing all over the interrogation room. He always wondered how come he never died from such beatings. He usually watched all the blood drip off the walls after he was cut down and soon dragged out of the room. The following day the room was spotless. Unlike the barn which always remained decayed and disgusting and anything that happened in there was never cleaned up or fixed.
Suddenly he heard a voice. He never heard the ghosts voices individually before. They were always a combined eerie shout where he could barely distinguish gender much less recognize one. This voice was Trixie's.
"Happy Birthday Timmy," Trixie said simply and she appeared beside him and floated above the bench, "it's one year since you were brought here," she said kindly.
"It's my birthday?" Timmy asked softly, "wait, why are you being so nice to me?" he asked suspiciously.
"Because you'll soon become one of us," Trixie stated, "You're dying Timmy," she said and her hand barely touched his brown hair before it went through it.
"What!" Timmy cried incredulously, "that's not possible!" he cried and jumped to his feet.
"Wake up Timmy!" Trixie cried angrily, "how do you think that you've looked so well for so long?" she asked, "that you still look like the day you came here?" she demanded and he looked himself over and saw that she was right, "the magic used to keep you here has ran out," she continued, "this is a different world Timmy," she continued, "remember the day that you disappeared from the hospital?" she asked and Timmy nodded, "this is the same type of world but you're really in the barn except that you're in, dare I say a different dimension," she stated, "outside here you're not …." she started to say but stopped.
"I'm not what?" Timmy asked her, "I'm not what!" he repeated loudly.
"Alive," Trixie responded, "you died a few hours after you were hit in the head by that rock less than a month after you came here," she told him, "that's why you no longer count the days," she explained, "there are no more days to count," she said finally.
"So you guys brought me here to continue punishing me?" Timmy asked in a croaked voice and Trixie nodded, "when will I die?" he asked.
"You mean when the magic will wear off," Trixie corrected him, "in two minutes," she said, "then you'll be back in the real world," she told him.
"So I'll be a ghost right?" Timmy asked and she nodded, "I guess it's not that bad," he said ironically in a not so sad defeat, "I'll finally be dead and get what I truly deserve," he said finally and closed his eyes.
"You said something similar to that before you died in the real world," Trixie told him, "Tad said that it was all a sham and that you'd never really mean that," she revealed.
"Maybe my stupid, maniacal, evil ten year old self wouldn't," Timmy responded, "but after thinking about everything I honestly have to say that I'm glad that I'm dead," he admitted, "I remember how the Mayor used to beg me not to confess and to think of how he's been like a father to me after my parents left me," he said, "I knew he only cared about being re-elected and not being pointed on if I confessed," he said darkly, "and to think he thought that my whole 'performance' that day I read Mr. Horace's letter and that e-mail was an act," he said with a sigh.
"Tell me about it," Trixie said simply and he did.
"So when do I turn into a ghost?" Timmy asked Trixie.
"You are a ghost," Trixie responded and Timmy looked himself over to see that it was true.
"At least the uniform no longer itches," Timmy stated as he wore a similar grey uniform like Trixie, "although I would've preferred the attire I wore just before you guys dragged me in here," he said honestly, "so you believe me when I told you how surprised I was that even the Mayor thought any act of sympathy and regret from me that day I read those letters were fake (his regrets not the LETTERS!)?" he asked her and she nodded.
"You seem to have really changed Timmy," Trixie said, "although I'm not sure the others would agree," she said and Timmy looked around to see the other ghosts glaring at him.
"Dead or alive you're still our prisoner," Tad declared icily his pale ghostly self brightening to look almost as alive as Trixie looked but still just as transparent, "I don't believe that you've changed one bit," he snarled and most of the others agreed.
"I don't blame you," Timmy admitted, "so what's my torture now?" he asked simply.
"We're not going to torture you," Tad said, "I've realized that you're truly numero uno on our revenge list," he said honestly, "and I've got something great in mind," he said deviously and chuckled softly to himself as Timmy tested his new ghost powers by going through benches and floating in the air.
(Two Months Later in Dimmsdale)
"Mr. Richton you have a visitor," a warden said coldly and took Mr. Richton to the visitation area, "you have ten minutes," he told the visitor coldly and exited the room.
"Hello father," Richard said formally, "hope my look is to your liking," he said with a laugh.
Mr. Richton looked at his son with great disapproval. His once blonde hair was now spiky and dyed with a mixture of red and black. He wore a blue shirt with the words 'BLOOD AND GUTS' in bold red letters with a sword stuck through B, black tight leather pants, black shoes and a blue sleeveless cotton bright blue jacket. He was also smoking a cigarette and Mr. Richton wondered how long it would be before he got Lung or some other form of cancer.
"I don't have to asked what happened to my little boy who used to wear his BLONDE hair immaculately, wore PROPER suits and CLOTHING and didn't foolishly endanger my health," Mr. Richton asked sarcastically.
"Don't criticize me on MY life choices," Richard responded rudely, "firstly I'm a teenager now and secondly I can't let YOU criticize ME from PRISON," he pointed out.
"Aren't you going to push why I'm in prison for life in my face?" Mr, Richton asked coldly, "you always do it," he reminded his son.
"I don't need to push into your face that you're in jail for murdering my older and only brother and sibling along with other people's children," Richard stated, "in fact," he continued, "I can't push Ian's murder into your face at all," he said to his father's surprise," he's not dead," he added.
"What?" Mr. Richton asked in shock, "where is he?" he asked urgently.
"Currently in the Amazons taking pictures of rare creatures and the habits of the natives," Richard responded simply, "he's married too you know," he continued, "her name's Mary," he told his father, "they've been married for two months," he added.
"What's his name now?" Mr. Richton pressed.
"Marcus Godsent," Richard responded, "I thought it personally a bit much," he said honestly, "but his greyish skin, bald head and overall almost weak looking appearance makes him look totally different from his old self as Ian Richton," he stated, "and the wheel chair's a nice touch too," he added, "yeah Dad," he said, "Ian can't walk EVER again."
"That's horrible," Mr. Richton said sadly, "he always loved sports that involved the use of your legs to say the least," he recalled.
"And his appearance definitely rules out a modelling career," Richard inserted.
"Well that's just unfortunate," Mr. Richton said but his tone revealed that he didn't it.
"You never liked the idea of him wanting to become a model did you?" Richard asked.
"No I didn't," Mr. Richton said firmly, "and being a photographer is no step up from that crazy modelling career," he added with disapproval, "I'd rather he become a soccer player which was of course his OTHER choice," he said with a little less but still a lot of disapproval.
"Well he no longer has that option without legs does he?" Richard asked venomously.
"I knew this would come up!" Mr. Richton cried.
"What did you really expect?" Richard demanded angrily, "You developed the gas to kill my brother, allow it to be used and expect me not to be angry at you?" he asked incredulously, "most kids would disown you!" he cried.
"Yes I know," Mr. Richton admitted, "at least you still talk to me," he said softly.
"Well I just came by to how you're holding up," Richard said frankly.
"I'm okay," Mr. Richton told him, "how's school?" he asked.
"A's and Distinctions Dad," Richard responded with a thumbs up, "I may shirk looks but NEVER grades," he said and his father nodded with approval.
"But I do wish that you'd stop dressing like a rocker or one of their groupies," Mr. Richton added.
"I'm just having fun Dad," Richard said dismissively, "I am entering the business world after all," he added proudly, "I'll dress more conservatively by sixteen."
"Just two more years," Mr. Richton said with relief, "I'm hoping that you'd at least dye your hair back to blonde," he said frankly.
"And start to wear cotton pants and more formal shirts," Richard added.
"Good," Mr. Richton said with a sigh, "you're all I have left since your mother killed herself one month ago," he said quietly, "why did your mother start to go mad again?" he asked almost desperately.
"She said she kept seeing Timmy Turner," Richard reminded him, "he kept telling her that she had to suffer too for her involvement in it all," he recalled, "Timmy went missing over a year ago didn't he?" he asked.
"Yes," Mr. Richton said seriously, "was he wearing anything out of the ordinary?" he asked.
"I couldn't see him of course," Richard stated, "but she did demand once where he got some grey uniform from," he said and Mr. Richton's eyes widened, "she did that in the middle of my last visit one week before she killed herself" he told his father, "it was scary," he added.
"Did you say grey uniform?" Mr. Richton asked formally and Richard nodded.
"Time's up!" the warden cried and soon Mr. Richton was led back to his cell in solitary confinement.
"Hello Mr. Richton," a voice said coldly.
"Hello T…." Mr. Richton started to say, "you're not Timmy!" he cried pointing at a red haired adult.
"No I'm not," Vicky said simply and shot him five times in the chest, "I'm done Ricky," she said coldly and the cell door opened to reveal her fiancé Ricky disguised as a warden.
"Let's go," Vicky said simply and after locking the door Ricky followed her quickly out of the prison.
(Meanwhile in Mexico)
"Would you like another Margarita Senora?" a waiter asked formally.
"Yes Marquez," Mrs. Jace responded as she sat in the Jacuzzi beside her husband, "what would you like darling?" she asked with a giggle.
"Scotch," Mr. Jace responded gruffly and waved the waiter away as if he were a virus, "I hate foreigners," he muttered after the waiter was gone.
"So do I dear," Mrs. Jace agreed, "but if we go anywhere else in the world we'd be convicted of withholding vital information and possibly harbouring a murderer," she reminded him, "you of course most likely for the former," she told him.
"And you'd be less likely convicted of the latter," Mr. Jace pointed out, "unless of course," he continued, "the trial was held in Dimmsdale," he added.
"Where else would they hold it?" Mrs. Jace demanded, "no where else wants anything to do with Dimmsdale," she stated, "remember it's nickname now?" she asked and Mr. Jace laughed.
"A step up I'd say," Mr. Jace declared, "city was just dumb and boring before that," he pointed out, "now it's a disgraced financial landmine!" he cried and laughed along with Mrs. Jace.
"Mr. Horace?" a voice asked.
"Who's asking?" Mr. Horace Jace asked curtly but suspiciously.
"Daddy?" another voice squealed despite sounding a bit distorted.
"Britney!" Mrs. Jace cried fearfully.
Out of the darkness stepped Britney. But she looked totally different. She was thinner now and extremely pale looking, her red hair hung like thin wires and she wore a simple green gown and on her face was one of the most insane looking grins ever seen or invented along with the crazy glee in her eyes. In her hands was a black tray and on that tray was a radio.
"She went insane in the Barn over three years ago," Wendy Caulfield (the other voice) said simply after also stepping out of the shadows, "your daughter Britney and my sister Marilyn," she stated, "Marilyn had tried to possess Timmy up to his eleventh birthday before I gained enough knowledge of myself to stop her (she started to regain meaningful memories of being a witch six months after being in Mr. Caulfield's custody. She never regained any significant memories of herself as Veronica)," she stated, "I don't expect you to understand," she said formally as she noticed their confused and fearful faces, "I only expect you to know that I finally got the spirits to give her back to me a week ago along with the condition that I let her KILL you TWO," she said seriously then she used her magic to let the radio levitate and Britney cackled loudly.
"We'll give you any money you want!" Mrs. Jace begged.
"Money!" Wendy exploded her blue eyes live with anger, "do you think you can buy me off like some worthless…" she continued in fury but stopped, "or get rid of me like you got rid of Britney?" she demanded, "oh no," she said and quickly used her magic to knocked Mr. Jace back into the Jacuzzi when he tried to climb out, "you wont get rid of me," she told them, "or get away with what you did," she said coldly and the radio suddenly started to crackle with electricity and the next second it fell into the Jacuzzi and Wendy watched smugly as they were electrocuted to death and simply turned to leave after their blood curling screams and hopeless struggling stopped and all that was left was their burnt bodies and the smell of burnt skin and bloodied water.
"Come Britney," Wendy ordered as she brushed back a misplaced strand of brown hair, "my husband's waiting," she said formally and left briskly with Britney following closely with the same crazed look on her face.
(Two Weeks Later at the Turners Residence)
"Why are you here Mayor?" Mrs. Turner asked formally as the Mayor walked around the house uncomfortably, "we're only here to visit my husbands Aunt who wont move away," she said seriously, "usually we'd be away in our new home in Southern California," she pointed out.
"I know that," the Mayor stated nervously, "but for some reason people who helped punish those dead elite popular kids are dying out," he told her, "and Mrs. Richton mentioned seeing your son before she went crazy and killed yourself and Richard said he had mentioned Timmy to his father before he murdered in his own cell," he revealed, "has your son communicated with you at all?" he asked desperately.
"No TIMMY has not communicated with us," Mr. Turner spoke up coldly, "you of all people should know that and why," he told the Mayor.
"You never liked Timmy's decisions in the past did you?" the Mayor asked him frankly.
"I never got any indication that they were in the past," Mr. Turner stated coldly, "he after all never answered our make up letters that we sent to him," he added.
"You mean letters like these?" the Mayor asked snidely and pulled out several letters out of his jacket pockets, "I couldn't have the boy going back to 'ex-rebels'," he said with a laugh as the parents gasped recognizing the unopened letters as the ones they had sent to their son for two years without response, "Jenny had notified me of them when they first arrived on his twelfth birthday and I told her to give them to me so that I could give them to Timmy," he said with an evil grin, "I bet if he got these he'd confess everything eventually and then I'd never get elected again," he said with a laugh, "and that's NEVER going to happen," he hissed.
"You monster!" Mrs. Turner cried furiously, "you made Timmy not try and regain communication with us!" she accused.
"Don't criticize me!" the Mayor retorted, "you two left your son for practically two years without parental guidance (before they sent the letters)," he reminded them, "if it weren't for me he'd have no one!" he cried angrily, "he deserved the honour of keeping the secret for me!" he shouted, "plus I ensured that Jenny refused you two access to him after his fifteenth birthday when he FINALLY accepted that you two no longer loved him," he said and grinned superiorly.
"You'll get yours!" Mr. Turner cried angrily, "our son will turn up sooner or later," he declared.
"Your son is dead," the Mayor spat, "or he's found a great way of haunting different locations," he stated, "the warden who usually watched Mr. Richton had run passed his fellow wardens claiming to be chasing a brown haired teenage boy before he fell down a flight of stairs and broke his neck moments before Mr. Richton saw his son for the last time, Mrs. Richton said she saw your son at different periods telling her of her 'sins' and crimes and she was the only person who could see him until she killed herself," he told them, "Mr. And Mrs. Jace were murdered recently at an exclusive resort in Mexico by having a radio dropped into the Jacuzzi that they were reclining in," he reported, "when the waiter returned he sliver of brown hair as a person completed a turn and a red haired young female adult leave and the red head held a black tray in her hands as she followed the brown haired person around the corner," he stated, "later when questioned, no one else saw these persons," he stated, "no cameras picked up on it and not even the cameras at the turn the culprits made even had them on video," he said angrily, "and except in the Jace's situation the brown haired boy, or should I say Timmy Turner," he said darkly, "wore a grey uniform and Mrs. Richton had described it as being like the ones worn by the elite popular children when they were alive," he pointed out.
"So what does that have to do with us?" Mr. Turner asked frankly, "it seems that it's YOUR ass that grass," he pointed out and was on the verge of laughing, "not ours," he stated.
"Oh," the Mayor said, "you really think that he won't want revenge on you?" he asked, "you abandoned him and he believes that you never tried to make up for it," he reminded them and waved the letters gleefully in their appalled faces, "what do you have to say now?" he asked superiorly.
"Hello Mayor," a male voice said slyly.
"Who said that?" the Mayor demanded and spun around looking for the source but not seeing anyone, "Timmy?" he asked and Mr. and Mrs. Turner looked at each other in alarm.
"When I'm done with you you'll wish I was," the male voice said with a chuckle.
"Who's there!" the Mayor demanded angrily, "show yourself!"
"Let's get upstairs dear," Mr. Turner instructed grabbing his wife's hand, "the twins are asleep upstairs," he reminded her, "we'll barricade ourselves in there with them until this crazy man leaves," he said almost fearfully and ran up the stairs dragging his wife behind him.
"You come back here!" the Mayor cried and chased after them, "you know I heard him!" he cried as he reached upstairs just in time to see Mr. Turner slam the twins bedroom door shut, "I'm not crazy!" he cried as he now pulled and pushed on the locked door but it refused to budge.
"Only you can hear us," a female voice said suddenly, "the boy is Joseph if you want to know," she added and the Mayor looked around furiously and saw no one.
"Where the fuck are you?" the Mayor snarled.
"Step outside the house if you think you're BAD enough," Joseph teased.
The Mayor ran out of the house and looked around furiously.
"Hello Mayor," another male said kindly.
"Timmy," the Mayor said and smiled widely when he saw Timmy standing by a tree across the road smiling at the Mayor, "you're here," he said happily and started to cross the road towards Timmy.
Timmy chuckled. He was mostly blocked by the shadows but you could still see a teenage boy who stood 5'4, brown hair in the same style that he had it at ten and no longer partially covered by the red cap that he started to wear from his twelfth birthday, bright blue eyes, perfect (so perfect it realistically couldn't be human skin) looking but rather pale skin that used to look normal and tanned, and he was wearing a grey uniform.
"You're glad I'm here huh?" Timmy flared and appeared right in front of the Mayor with fists clenched, teeth bared, his face grossly contorted in anger and he floated two inches above the ground, "kept letters from me that my parents sent!" he cried furiously, "made me believe that you really were the only person I had!" he accused, "you knew I didn't fully trust you," he continued, "that's why you kept those letters hidden," he observed, "but I never expected you'd be this desperate just to get re-elected and keep yourself from being associated with people with 'negative pasts'."
"You're dead!" the Mayor cried finally noticing why Timmy looked rather pale before he stepped into the bright moonlight, "get away from me!" he cried and started to run.
But his path was blocked by rows of children in coats and they didn't seem to care about the desperate look on his face nor did they look like they'd budge.
"Your time in this world is up Mayor," Joseph said and his eyes glowed bright green and soon was so bright they seemed to be eerie headlights.
Suddenly there were loud roars heard all over the block. Then two black dragon-like demon creatures swooped down and now flew just above the children as the Mayor shuddered and turned to flee. But found his way blocked as the children had (now) formed a circle around him without him realizing it.
"Him," Joseph said simply and pointed at the Mayor.
The demon dragons swooped down and grabbed the screaming Mayor and flew away with him as they returned to the pits of hell from whence they came. The screaming Mayor now also going to join them (there).
"Let's go," Joseph said simply and turned to leave with the others.
"I'll catch up," Timmy said and they all turned to look at his suspiciously.
"Ensure that you do," Joseph stated seriously and started to walk away and the others followed.
Timmy disappeared and re-appeared inside the twins bedroom where his parents were hiding with his three year old twin brother and sister.
"Please don't hurt us," Mrs. Turner pleaded.
But Timmy paid no heed and spoke.
"Years ago a boy named Timmy Turner was forsaken by both father and mother," Timmy started, "parents had good reasons but now he's dead and the reasons no longer matter," he stated, "two now have two children to grow and love," he said, "but let me say this and take this warning seriously and don't fuck this up," he said to them, "raise these children like you did me and surely you'll be dragged to suffer in Dark Manor like I was but I'll make sure you live long and suffer and never quickly die," he warned, "cherish these children and never disown or abandon them," he said simply, "or Dark Manor will have even more permanent guests and trust me you wont like the environment," he said coldly, "in other words," he said, "disown these kids and make them feel any loneliness like I did," he said pointedly, "and I'll make you wish you were dead," he snapped, "don't expect me to be grateful that you tried to make up things to me after leaving me all alone for nearly two years," he said softly, "I may hate you less but I'm still disappointed," he said and left without another word.
Timmy's parents looked at each other then looked at their little children. The two were playing with each other and laughing like little children always did. It didn't seem that they even saw their dead older brother or heard a word of what he said. But that didn't matter since his parents understood what he (Timmy) meant. Abandon these children and you'll suffer like hell.
The End.
Things to clear up.
1- Remember that at age 18 all kids in the show forget that they ever had Godparents. So Timmy at 18 would no longer know that his Godparents helped him find out that there was a witch.
2- About the Magic. Remember that Joseph has powers. He gave the ghosts a limited amount so that they could continue to punish Timmy (after they had killed him) for a certain amount of time.
3- Yes Timmy did continue to regret what he had done and despite keeping up the charade of being happy and not troubled for the citizens of Dimmsdale and everyone else except for the Mayor. The Mayor knew of Timmy's distress because Timmy told him about it and the Mayor used his power of being Timmy's only 'caring' guardian to make him not tell anyone.
4- Timmy can leave the property because he didn't die wrongfully. Why? The night that the gas was let off into the barn and killed almost all the children, Mr. Richton started the machine but it was Timmy; while everyone else was hesitant and considering to not go through with it, who let out the gas which flowed into the barn killing almost all the elite popular children. The ghosts found out and that made them hate Timmy the most.
5- Timmy had gone to Vicky and told her everything a week after he found out he was dead. After thinking things over she decided if Timmy deserved to die for letting out the gas, why did the man ho invented the gas in the first place deserved to continue living. So Vicky with the help of Ricky killed Mr. Richton upon their own incentive. Timmy tried to stop them but accidentally made the real warden leave his posts instead of Ricky (both guards had red hair and looked rather similar to each other unless you looked them in the face properly). The real warden lost his footing and died because of his own carelessness, no one murdered him. The reason why Timmy didn't want to kill Mr. Richton was because he felt that he was worse off suffering in prison knowing all the horrible things that he did. But Vicky felt otherwise and got her way.
6- Timmy DID purposely push Mrs. Richton to suicide. While Mr. Richton truly regretted what he had done, Mrs. Richton didn't regret a THING. She even had the smart instincts of knowing that it was unlikely that her son would ever return if he were sent to the farm and did so anyway. Mrs. Richton never loved her children like her husband did and the only person that she cared about besides herself was her husband. So Timmy felt that she deserved death since she wasn't haunted by Ian's suffering at all. She was only angry that she was in prison.
7- Yes Mary who's one of the undead children is with Ian now. She fell in love with him while she helped take care of him along with the other rebels. When Mary left Dark Manor her body became something closer to a normal human being so she aged until she was fourteen (the body's not fully alive remember that). It's not necessary for her to eat much either and she has to keep it limited since her inner faculties are only partially alive. So Mary's with Ian the photographer. Yay.
8- Wendy had to promise to kill the Jaces to get her sister Marilyn and the girl Britney. While Britney is mostly dominant Marilyn is now an awakened presence. Both went insane with all the torture and plain hatred the undead children put them through. Wendy had stopped Marilyn from possessing Timmy years before but back then she didn't have most of her memories back to have any personal affection towards Marilyn. When she did however the undead children weren't willing to hand Marilyn and Britney over. She (Wendy) finally got her back though with the condition of killing the Jaces who ran off to live comfy lives in countries where they couldn't be arrested by the U.S.A. or were good places to hide. They only cared that Britney was gone and just had a LITTLE pity for the other children who died in reality. Wendy married her guardian. Yes she did that. They fell in love with each other and got married two months after she turned eighteen.
9- Yes the Mayor aint no angel either. He made sure to keep Timmy from telling no matter what he had to do. Now he's a member of hell. When he stepped outside he was automatically taken to another dimension so no one would know that dragons took him.
10- Timmy doesn't know whether or not any one of the two twins might do something as evil or wicked as what he did in the past. But he's ensured to threaten his parents to make sure that they don't abandon any of them like they did him. And his threat is real.
Death's Soulmate: This story is completed. There will be no sequels. I hope that you enjoyed it and I thank all those who reviewed and stuck with me throughout the story. Thank you. Review.
May 2, 2005: I decided to may a sequel to this fic. It's called 'The Next Horror'. Read it when you have some spare time.