Note: Finally chapter 7! Thank you all so much for the reviews! And a big thanks to Death's Soulmate for the constructive criticism. Finally, some one who I know is telling me the truth! And Death's Soul mate, yes Timmy's clothes are a lot like his imaginary friend's clothing, however when I wrote that chapter I did not copy Gary's clothes. If you do recall, in an early episode, the one "A Wish Too Far" I think it was called, Timmy wished he was popular and that was what Cosmo and Wanda dressed him up in. I'm guessing that when the episode with Gary was created, they decided to dress him up the way they dressed Timmy when he wished for "cool clothes". I also find it funny how you find the new A.J. humorous. My intentions were to make him "cool". And I do agree with you that this is not my best work, I do and will probably always believe that "Angel Wings" is my best story (its an Ed, Edd, n Eddy fic so you probably wouldn't want to read it). Well, read and review! And in this chapter, you find out why I named the story what I did. And well this chapter isn't really that good, just so you know.
Trapped In Eternal Darkness
Chapter 7
Days 15 & 16- Plans
Tootie stood before her mirror, slowly brushing her long, black hair. Images of her sister, of what could be happening to her, entered her mind. Immediately, a sick feeling filled Tootie's stomach and she took a seat to keep from the possibility of throwing up. She wished she knew where her older sister was, wished she knew who took her. Tootie knew all the answers laid deep in Timmy's mind, but he couldn't completely remember his past.
"Luna?" Tootie asked the wind, her fairy godmother appearing by her side.
"Jes Tootie?" Luna asked.
"I wish Timmy could fully remember his past." Tootie wished.
Luna smiled, raising her wand as it began to glow. But than the glow in her wand faded, no magic happening.
"What's wrong now?" Tootie asked, slightly annoyed. However, before Luna could answer, there was a huge poof, Jorgen Von Strangle now standing before the two.
"I can not allow you to make that wish." He explained in his thundering voice. "The puny human Timmy Turner had fairy godparents when he was a child and he is not allowed to remember them. That is the rules."
"But please," Tootie begged, standing before the toughest fairy in the universe, "my sister's missing, and the only way we can find her is if Timmy fully remembers what happened six years ago."
However, Jorgen seemed unaffected by her story, "I still can not allow you to restore the memories of Timmy Turner. It is important that you puny humans who don't have fairies, not know they exist!"
"Pero, what if we speak to his past feddy godpadents? Would that be o.k.?" Luna asked, flying in front of Tootie.
A few seconds of silence passed, Jorgen seemingly thinking. "Very well." He finally answered. "But you must first speak with their godchild." And with that he vanished, another appearing in his place. It was a teenage boy with blonde, red-streaked hair, green eyes, freckles, and golden earrings. It was Timmy's friend, Chester.
"Wow, what happened?" He asked, looking around the room. "How the hec did I get here?"
"Ch-es-ter?" Tootie asked slowly, having just remembered his name.
Suddenly he turned to look at her, "Tootie?" He asked, confusion in his voice. "What am I doing here?" He whispered, not looking at her.
"Chester, I need to talk to you and your fairy godparents." Tootie said after recovering from confusion and surprise.
That sent Chester into a panic, "Fairy godparents! What fairy godparents! I don't have any fairy godparents!"
"Hey Chester chill out." Tootie said, putting her hands upon his shoulders. "Its okay, I have a fairy godparent too."
"What?" Chester asked.
"Over here." Luna said, Chester jerking his head toward her voice.
"Oh." He breathed, Tootie taking her hands off his shoulders. Chester turned back to Tootie. "Whadaya want Cosmo and Wanda for?" He asked.
"Its about Timmy…and Vicky." Tootie answered, figuring Cosmo and Wanda were his fairies.
"Timmy?" Chester asked. "And Vicky?" Tootie nodded, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, Cosmo! Wanda!"
Suddenly the familiar pink and green fairies appeared in response to their godchild's call. "What is it Chester?" Cosmo asked and than turned his head, his gaze falling on the sixteen-year-old girl in the room. Suddenly his green eyes widened and he gave a little scream as he quickly flew behind Chester.
"Hey its okay Cosmo." Chester said reassuringly, turning to the frightened fairy. "Her name's Tootie, she has a fairy too. She just wants to talk to you and Wanda."
"O.K.!" Cosmo shouted, a smile appearing on his face.
"Well what is it?" The pink fairy, Wanda asked Tootie.
However, the girl hesitated, looking hard at the two fairies. There was something very familiar about them. "Well c'mon and sit down all of you and I'll tell you." She said, shaking off the feeling. Chester, Cosmo, and Wanda all did as they were told and Tootie began to explain, " Well, my older sister Vicky, she's gone missing. She's been kidnapped, I guess. It's been two weeks, and no one can find her, anywhere. However, Timmy thinks he knows who might have Vicky, but he really can't remember that person. So that's where you two come in." Tootie pointed to Chester's two fairy godparents. "I need you two to tell me who in Timmy's past wanted Vicky real bad, someone who you'd suspect kidnapped my sister." Tootie finished, hopefully looking up at Cosmo and Wanda. She really hoped they could provide her with an answer so her sister could be found and they could both be happy again. She really missed her sister; really cared about her, especially since the day Vicky saved her life and decided to change her horrid ways.
"I think I know who did it." Wanda spoke, breaking the deafening silence. Immediately Tootie snapped back into reality and turned her full attention on Wanda. "You might not believe me though." She added.
"C'mon Wanda," Chester said, as if to motivate her, "we've already experienced so many unbelievable things there's no way we wouldn't believe you now."
Wanda smiled, "All right sweetie. His name's Mark and he's a warrior prince from-"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Cosmo shouted, raising his hand. "I know this one. It's Mark from Yugopatamia!"
"Yougomanatiya?" Chester asked. "What the hec is that?"
"Yugopatamia." Cosmo corrected. "It's a planet a million, million miles away from Earth."
"Que?" Luna asked. "Mark es un extratereste?"
"Huh?" Cosmo and Chester asked in unison.
"She said 'what? Mark is an alien?'" Tootie translated." And I must ask the same thing, cuz I remember Vicky telling me about a guy named Mark once. But she told me he was a European foreign exchange student dressed in a stupid alien costume."
"Well as-a-matter-of-fact, Mark is an alien. An alien prince who'd fallen in love with Vicky six years ago. And ever since than, he'd been trying to take Vicky to keep for himself. He's quit for the longest time, but now I guess he's tried again and has finally become successful." Wanda explained, looking at Tootie with apologetic eyes.
"That is loco." Luna almost whispered.
"But how can that be?" Tootie asked, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Aliens don't exist."
"Yeah they do." Chester defended. "Haven't you seen the movies?"
"Chester those are just movies, they aren't real."
"Sure that's just what they want you to think." Chester said, crossing his arms.
"Actually Tootie, aliens do exist. The government just keeps it a secret from you." Wanda explained matter-of-factly. Tootie just stared up at Wanda, unable to believe the truth. "I mean, why else do you think no one can find her?" Wanda said, flying over besides Tootie.
"No way." Tootie whispered, feeling helpless. "Luna, I wish Mark didn't love Vicky anymore so he'll give her back."
"Tootie I awreaty toll jou, El Rules say I can not interfere with true love."
"Than I wi-"
"Its useless." Wanda interrupted. "No matter what you do you can't get Vicky back."
"Por que?" Luna asked suspiciously.
"Yeah why?" Tootie asked.
"Because," Wanda explained miserably, "six years ago, Timmy Turner gave her to Mark."
"But Timmy doesn't own Vicky, he can't do that!" Tootie shouted, shocked that her childhood obsession would do such a thing.
"But the Yugopatamians classified them as mates and on Yugopatamian, the males own their mates. So technically on Yugopatamia Timmy did own Vicky and therefore had the right to give her away. And now that he gave her to Mark, on Yugopatamia she legally belongs to him. So if we "rescue" her it would be just like we stole some of his property and as fairy godparents we aren't allowed to let you do things like that." Wanda finished, pink eyes to the ground.
Tootie's mouth fell open and she was rendered speechless. She couldn't believe this, couldn't believe Timmy gave Vicky to Mark. Couldn't believe the Yugopatamian males were allowed ownership of their mates, couldn't believe so many things.
"But there has to be someway." Chester almost whispered.
"Only if Mark doesn't love Vicky anymore." Cosmo said.
"Yes, unless they already married," Wanda added, "because on Yugopatamia-"
"There's no such thing as divorce!" Cosmo explained in a tone that suggested he wasn't really "with" the mood.
"So what can we do?" Chester asked, the hope gone from his eyes.
"Wait and pray." Wanda answered. "And don't lose faith."
Rain pattered against the window, and slowly ran down onto the rich Yugopatamian soil. The sky, like Vicky's heart, was dark as always. It never did change. Ever.
Vicky sighed heavily, watching the rain fall. It was a most depressing sight, but than so was everything else on that miserable planet. So Vicky just watched it fall, the same way she always did. But this time she did not cry. There was no point.
Hours seemed to pass before Vicky finally tore her eyes from the window. It would rain all day and all night, even though on this planet there was no such thing as day or night. She walked over to her bed and laid down, wishing it could be soft, for she was so tired. Her muscles yearned for the warmth and softness of a mattress bed, a fluffy pillow, and big, warm blanket. Her body ached for the comfort of a good night's sleep, right next to her husband. For his kiss. For the happiness she had gained after so many years of misery. To have it all again, at least one more time.
Vicky sighed heavily. There was only a day left before the royal wedding, and it was Yugopatamian culture that no one was allowed to leave the planet. The airport was shut down and locked up, and she was no good at hacking into computers. That was Tootie's talent.
"There has to be some way though." She mumbled, looking to the ceiling. For several minutes she laid there, in complete silence, thinking. Soon she gave in and walked over to her closet, to get dressed. Slowly she walked through the closet and picked out a black halter-top that's bottom and top were lined in white. Also there was a cute little flower in upper left side of the shirt. She also picked white hip-hugging jeans, and black shoes.
After dressing, Vicky looked around at the clothes and an idea came into her mind. She took a few articles of clothing down and bunched them all together and laid her head down on it.
Slowly Vicky closed her eyes, this was the most comfortable she'd been since coming to Yugopatamia.
Darkness surrounded Vicky, and a little girl with waist length black hair and pink eyes stood silently before her. Vicky picked the girl up and gently stroked her hair. "We're almost there." She whispered.
Vicky began to walk into the darkness with the little girl who did not speak. Suddenly two huge green tentacles came from behind Vicky and snatched the little girl from her arms. Vicky turned suddenly and gasped, it was a Yugopatamian.
"No!" Vicky shouted and ran over to the two.
The Yugopatamian slowly took out a gun and pointed it at the little girl's head.
"Vicky! Vicky!" A familiar voice called out, waking Vicky instantly. She screamed when she saw a blurry figure hovering over her, but than she noticed it was only Mark. "Its just me Vicky." He said almost reassuringly. "Are you like okay?" He asked. "You were shaking."
Vicky placed her fingers on her neck. Her heart was beating rapidly. "Yeah I'm all right Mark. What the hec are you doing in here any way?" She asked harshly.
"Searching for you my Beloved. You like missed breakfast and everything." Mark answered.
"Oh." Suddenly the dream came back to Vicky. "Mark, is there a little girl here? With long black hair and big pink eyes just like mine." Vicky gasped in realization. Pink eyes just like mine. "Never mind Mark, just go get me something to eat. And make sure it's an earth food." Vicky commanded, Mark eagerly obeying.
She than rose with thoughts all jumbled, and sat herself back down on her bed. She knew her dream had to mean something, and her other one too. Obviously, the little girl represented her daughter, but still it was strange how she was always either in Vicky's arms or directly in front of her. And she was never with Chip. And why couldn't Vicky talk to anyone who wasn't on Yugopatamia in the dreams? And why was there nothing but darkness around her?
Vicky lie down again, pondering these questions. And the Yugopatamian who was fighting over me with Chip was Mark, Vicky thought, but than the one who keeps trying to kill my baby isn't him, its another Yugopatamian. But which one?
"Vicky?"
Vicky bolted up, she was so lost in thought she hadn't heard another enter the room. Suddenly she gasped horribly, the color draining from her face. She than knew who the Yugopatamian was, it was Mark's dad, the king.
"Mark got this from the kitchen, and I decided that as your future father-in-law I should treat you more like a queen and give this to you." The King explained, holding up a plate of spaghetti with sauce.
"O-o. K-kay." Vicky stuttered. "J-J-Just p-put i-it o-o-on-n m-m-my-my b-bed."
"Uh, are you okay?" The King asked, an eyebrow raised.
Vicky quickly nodded her head, eyes widened. The King gave her a strange look, but obeyed her command and left the room.
"Oh my gosh." Vicky whispered. "Oh my gosh. I have to get out of here. Computer." She called, a small snake-like computer coming out of the wall.
"Yes your Majesty?" It asked in a male voice.
"I'd like a complete and detailed map of this castle." Vicky answered simply.
"Yes, your Majesty." The computer said, and a small, thin opening appeared in the wall. Quickly, a sheet of paper came forth the hole.
Vicky took it in her hands, "Thank you Computer." She replied.
"Is there any other way I can be of assistance?"
"Yes." Vicky answered. "Begin recording."
"Recording…now."
Vicky took in a deep breath, "Okay. Mark, it's me Vicky. I'm leaving soon and I guess you need to know why. Its because, if you haven't noticed, I hate you. Don't take this as a surprise or feel like I'm being too cruel either because I have my reasons. You kidnapped me at a time when I'd finally gotten a nice, good life. You took me from my husband and expected me to marry you, become queen of this wasteland and be happy with it. I don't see why you ever thought I loved you.
"Anyways, if I'd stayed here, you would have highly regretted it. I would have become angry and miserable like I'd been when I was younger. And when I became queen, I would've made this entire planet miserable, maybe I would've even destroyed everything in my anger as well. And I'm not just telling you this so you'll allow me to leave. It would have all been true.
"Also I think that your dad may try to kill my child. You know, the one I'm still pregnant with? So I'm not going to stay and watch her die. Anyways, even if he weren't trying to kill her, I wouldn't want to stay. I'd rather not let my child grow up in a world that's trapped in eternal darkness. Never to see light, never to know good.
"And you know Mark I'm really not the same woman you fell in love with. I'm different, real different. That's why Chip fell in love with me, because I've become more kind and considerate. I am no longer angry all the time or are trying to make everyone miserable. So I'm leaving and I don't want you following me, cuz if you do, you'll regret it. Stop recording."
"Recording ended."
"Let Prince Mark hear that about a minute after "Revenge" has left the Yugopatamian Internal Airport." Vicky said, her pink eyes to the ground.
"Do you really mean that Vicky?"
"What?" Vicky asked, confused that the computer was talking back to her as if it were alive.
"Your words, do you mean them?" The computer asked.
"Yes." Vicky breathed.
"You will break Mark's heart, he's been waiting six years just to have you as his queen."
"Breaking Mark's heart is inevitable. I'm not who he thinks I am, I'm almost the opposite. That'll break his heart and make him regret waiting the six years anyways."
"That is true."
The room was silent for a few seconds. "Say Computer, do you believe I should be doing this?"
"If your heart really dose belong to a man on Earth, than yes."
"Thank you." Vicky said, giving a sly smile.
"For what?"
"Don't worry about it. Can you get me some medium sized rocks, really thick sticks, and good, hard rope?"
"Yes, your Majesty."
"Oh and can you play me a song? Its an Earth song called "Overnight Celebrity" by a rapper named Twitsa and another man named Kanyae West."
"I will search my files." The computer said disappearing for over a minute. When it or he finally did come back, the wall opened, pouring out what Vicky had asked for onto her bed. Just than the sounds of a violin entered the room and Vicky smiled. She completely forgot all her troubles and took a seat on her rock bed as Twista's voice replaced the violin. Slowly, she took a rock in her hand and began to roughly rub it against her bed, listening to "her and Chip's" song.
Vicky continued her task slowly, and hours seemed to pass before she finished. Her fingers and arms ached, and they were covered in a fine, gray dust, but now she had the rock into an almost perfect triangular shape. Vicky than took the rope and one of the inch thick sticks and tied the "arrowhead" to the top of the stick, creating a spear. She smiled at her work, but than sighed.
"One weapon made, only about a hundred more to go." She said sarcastically. Sighing, she took another rock in her hand and began to work.
Slowly, one by one, each rock was shaped. Vicky's arms were aching, her fingers beginning to bleed. Still though she continued on, there was no way she was giving up now.
"And Timmy competed in a Death Combat for Vicky." Wanda finished explaining to the two sixteen-year-olds.
Tootie and Chester exchanged glances. "Death Combat? I'll do it." Chester said simply.
"What?" Tootie asked, taken aback by his offer. "I thought you and your friend's hated Vicky."
"Well yeah, but I'll do it." Chester repeated.
Tootie raised an eyebrow; nobody in their right minds would offer to risk their lives for someone they hated. "What do you want?" She asked, leaning in closer to Chester. "My sister?"
"No!" Chester answered. "Its just…it's the right thing to do and everything." He lowered his gaze to the ground as his cheeks reddened.
"But you hate her."
"So? She's Chip's girl. I just wanna help."
"Yeah, she is Chip's girl which means Chip should do it." Tootie said.
"But to tell him we'll have to expose our fairies." Chester pointed out. "And besides how can he win, he's got nothing'. I on the other hand have both Cosmo and Wanda, and Luna too if you'd let her help me."
"Chester," Tootie began, a look of annoyance crossing her features, "I know you want something. I'm not stupid."
"I just wanna help." Chester insisted. "And of course you're not stupid."
"'ey Tootie? Whas this?" Luna's lovely voice came from the hallway.
"What's what Luna?"
"This." Luna said, flying into the room. She held up a little doll that bore a remarking resemblance to Timmy Turner as a ten-year-old. The doll's clothing was faded, and one of his blue button eyes was missing.
Tootie blushed and giggled, "That's my Timmy doll." She replied, rising and walking over to her fairy godmother. "I always wondered where I put this. Before I met you Luna I had the biggest crush on a boy named Timmy. You know, huh Chester?" Tootie asked, still blushing. Chester gave no answer, so she turned to him to see why.
Chester's eyes were slightly narrowed and to the ground, his hands clenched into fists, and his mouth turned into a frown.
"Chester?" Tootie asked.
Immediately the teenage boy stood up, his gaze still to Tootie's carpet. He shoved his fists into his jean pockets, and stomped over to where Tootie and Luna were. "Fine, Chip can do it." He muttered before he exited the room.
Luna and Tootie exchanged glances, "What's his problem?" Tootie asked.
Luna looked down at the Timmy doll, "Uh, no se."