The Adventures of Spyden: Book Two: Time is of the Essence

Disclaimer: HA!! I don't own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (or any characters in it) JtHM and all characters relating to Jhonen's fabulous works. However, I am the creator of Spy, (who is a main character in the story if you couldn't tell) Brion, and Ned.

Author's Note: This is the second book in my Spyden series. I highly recommend you read my other two fics first as they both tie into this storyline. Also, another fic will be going on about the same time as this one is "The Chronicles of Lewin". This also has a direct connection to this story. But remember, IT'S BEING UPDATED ALONG WITH THIS STORY! So I won't reveal everything in one sweep.

I would like to thank DanMat6288 for inspiration…and also deviantart's "Paradoxal" for inspiration as well (not to mention the look of the character in question).

I'm trying to keep the story mysterious…

Anyway, please R&R.

Now on with the story…

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Chapter Two: Vengeance, Friendship

A figure loomed over the mansion with a grin. "Well, it seems that my fruit is almost ripe for the taking. And that other kid is here as well, and Spy, of course." He put his left hand toward the house as his right hand traced the gash he had received from their last confrontation. The gash disappeared under his fingers. "I do hope he likes my surprise."

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Lewin walked through the house with ease. Anyone else would've gotten hopelessly lost by now, but he hadn't, and wouldn't. He turned the corner only to be almost knocked down by Mac and Bloo, who was constantly asking him what he wanted for his birthday. Mac kept running; they were going to play Freeze Tag; he almost didn't get out of the way of a stampede of other friends who were joining the two in their fun. Lewin sighed as he continued to walk down the hallway, allowing his the palm of his hand to drag along the wall. He heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Spy.

"Hey, Lewin, um…you aren't lost are you?"

"No."

"Can you get me un-lost? I've been trying to get to the kitchen." Spy's stomach growled for food. "I guess helping Frankie really took a lot out of me."

"Yeah, that can happen. Follow me, I know the way."

"How? This is the first time you've been here."

"I have a really good memory." Spy gawked at him,

"You must be some kind of GENIUS!! This place would eat you alive if you weren't careful!"

"Nah, it doesn't eat clothes either." Spy gave him an ok-I-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about look.

They were down in the kitchen in minutes; Spy looked as though he was about to attack the fridge for anything edible to eat. Lewin held him back with a friendly smile and said calmly.

"You're gonna get nowhere like that…stand back." Lewin pulled a reluctant Spy back as he walked casually to the refrigerator. He checked the doors before he slowly opened the door. He did a double check on the doors before carefully pulling out various foods onto the counter without a sound, constantly checking the doors with each item he pulled out. He carefully shut the refrigerator door and checked the doors one last time. Spy watched in amazement how Lewin made two half foot-long subs in a few seconds with no mess, or a sound. Except the mustard. It sputtered and immediately Lewin froze.

Spy heard someone hopping down the hallway. He took a glance at Lewin who had already finished put away over half of the items he pulled out. He put the subs in and shut the fridge door as the kitchen doors swung open.

"What do you think you're doing, you know that there will be no snacking between meals." Mr. Herriman finally registered who was standing in the kitchen with him…two strangers. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? BARGING INTO SOMEONE'S HOME AND TRYING TO TAKE THEIR FOOD! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING MORE UNCIVILIZED!! GET OUT THE BOTH OF YOU, NOW!!!" Mr. Herriman started dragging the two out of the kitchen to the foyer. Wilt walked by the Foyer and stopped when he saw Mr. H about to throw the two out the door.

"Mr. Herriman, what are you doing?" he asked a little hurriedly.

"I'm throwing these two hooligans out; they almost tried to claim our food."

"Uh, I'm sorry Mr. Herriman, but these two are our guests, you can't throw them out."

"What are you talking about Master Wilt?"

"Yeah and who IS this guy?" Spy added.

"I guess you haven't met yet. This is Mr. Herriman. Mr. Herriman, this is Spy and…um…I'm sorry, I can't remember your name…"

"Lewin, you haven't met me yet, Wilt."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both, I hop--" he was cut off by the shattering of something fragile.

"What, what, what?!" he quickly said, his British accent blatantly obvious. He hopped off in search of the broken…whatever it was. The three decided to go watch TV. Lewin later got up to get the subs he had left in the refrigerator. Spy followed, still practically starving. Both of them passed the steps as they heard a faint jingle and the sound of high heels coming down the stairs. Lewin stopped and turned to see Duchess.

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Flashback…

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She stood with a wicked grin across her distorted face; her long nails grasped a blue blob in one hand. A boy watched with wide eyes on that stormy day with a party hat on his head. He brought his fists down against the glass, but his size and strength only made a slight bounce. He was locked in the room looking toward the roof as she threatened silently only Bloo could know. One of the few rooms with a lock in the entire house and he had to be in it, hoping that she wouldn't take this too far.

The blue blob was being jostled around in her clenched hand as she finally snapped her fingers, still keeping her infamous smile. The house began to rumble as an ominous shadow rose in front of the figure on the roof. The boy and blob started to become frantic as they both tried to free themselves from their respective restraints. The blob succeeded, only to plunge into the shadow never to return. The boy unfortunately saw this, his heart wrenched as he fell to his knees, tears already streaming down his face. The figure on the roof outstretched her hand and the house began to quake as screams found their way to the boy's ears. But he could careless; he barely recognized the purple form that carried his limp form out of the house.

Darkness spread from that house that night, slowly devouring the sun for fifteen years.

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End flashback

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Silence filled the room, but the look on Lewin's face could've screamed out hatred. But he let his mouth do that, as he charged toward Duchess. Spy ran to intercept as he noticed something blue coming from his forearm. Spy skidded in front of Lewin and was barely able to release his swords to block Lewin's sword. Spy recognized the shield and sword from when he had first met him, but still looked at Lewin's eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said semi-calmly. Lewin responded by slamming his large shield into Spy's face, sending him flying over the stairs railing. Lewin spun his shield allowing the bottom to extend past his hand. Duchess was staring down the barrels of hidden gun inside the shield. Spy came from over the railing and tackled Lewin to the ground as he shot, the bullets narrowly missing their mark. Holding a sword above his eyes he growled

"I really don't want to do this, don't make me have to hurt you. I won't let anyone get hurt under MY watch."

"You just don't get it do you?" he replied calmly. Spy saw the walls lash out at him with spiked, wooden tentacles. Spy jumped off of Lewin and noted that Duchess had run back upstairs. Lewin had flipped his shield back with the top at his hand and charged again with wooden tentacles dashing ahead of him toward Spy. He cleaved through the wood and found his face meeting once again with Lewin's shield. Spy felt a liquid trickle down his face. Lewin pointed the tentacles at Spy; they immediately reacted and surrounded Spy and encased him in a wooden cocoon. Lewin clenched his fist and the wood turned to stone and dashed up the stairs in pursuit of Duchess.

Spy blasted himself free and flew after him, "Lewin!!" he screamed in a commanding tone. Lewin brought his hand behind him, followed by a rain of thorns shot from the walls. Spy picked up speed and tackled him again to the ground; Spy forced his knee into his back, threatening its safety. Lewin seemed to grunt in pain, but Spy was forced into the wall from the opposite wall smashing into him. Lewin bolted after Duchess again, who was at the end of the hall. Spy suddenly passed him from behind blocking his path.

"I don't know what you're deal is, but you're not pulling this off."

"STOP GETTING IN MY WAY!!!" Lewin jumped and brought his sword clashing into Spy's, followed by a swift kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Spy. His face met the shield again and he slammed into the end of the hallway. He opened his eyes to stare into the two barrels of his shield-gun. His arms and legs were held painfully by the walls, which had seemed to eat them. Lewin coldly stared into Spy's fearful eyes.

"Don't get in my way."

"Snap out of it, Mac." A figure garbed in a black cloak whooshed in front of Spy, "Don't do something you might regret later." Lewin's eyes went wide as he stared into slightly wide brown eyes, like he had kept his face one way for too long and it kind of stuck. Lewin exhaled and fell to his hands and knees, shield gone and Spy unrestrained. Spy gawked not at the cloaked figure now trying to comfort Lewin, but Lewin himself. It had finally clicked in his head. That's why he felt so familiar.

"YOU'RE MAC?!!? You're Mac! You can't be Mac, can you?"

"Yep, he's Mac, Doesn't like to be called that, though…my name's Todd. You must be Spy. Can you do us a favor and leave us alone for a while." Todd said in a somewhat timid tone, not very much so, but not devoid of it either. Spy's head was filling with questions quickly, but his better judgment told him to leave. He got up and started limping down the hall, using the wall to support him a little.

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Meanwhile…

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Ned showed his infamous grin as his felt more and more power surge into him. This was the most power he had ever collected before, not even Duchess could compare to this. He decided to bide his time and hope fully gain even more power. Everything is going according to plan…

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A/N: This was a great chapter to write, YEAH. BTW: YES! Lewin is none other than Mac! However he will still be referred to as Lewin to keep confusion at a minimum. Also, if you have been reading my "Chronicles of Lewin" fic you would've known, that Mac's birthday is July 1st. If you want to know why…review asking that, or E-mail me.

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Next Chapter: Todd: Todd and Lewin talk about old times, while the date of June 30th slowly ticks away, and evil starts moving.

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