Author's note: This entire chapter will be told by Tootie's, Wanda's and Timmy's POV. I'll start with Tootie's.
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It was the next morning and I didn't get much sleep. I kept on thinking about what had happened and whether or not I should trust this W character. Was this person trying to bail me out or just a spy for
Timmy, trying to mess with my mind? A passing thought of this person being part of another unknown rebellion crossed my mind, but that's highly unlikely.
What was so ironic about this letter is that it was the same plan that Timmy had when he was leading the rebellion. Of course, we didn't count on him going evil and almost single-handedly destroying us. To think my husband used to trust him...
No one would have ever guessed that Timmy was the one- working not only for the rebellion, but for the enemy at the same time.
When the others hear about this, there will certainly be shock.
Either way, though, there was not much I had to lose. I told the rebellion if they didn't hear from me in seventy-two hours to carry out orders as planned and not to worry about me.
Besides, this place is going to be blown up in either scenario. The only issue is whether Timmy would go down with it. We all know he has teleportation powers that come from somewhere, probably from the same source as his main powers.
Another problem is if my followers will even listen to me. When I tell them not to worry about me, they do anyway. The rebellion has always followed my orders when it came to attacks, missions, and other things, but when it came to doing missions,
on my own, they won't allow me to roam alone- they're too worried about my safety and well-being. I never understood why- maybe because I once tried to kill myself once right after my husband and son died. It was the only thing I knew at the time, but I keep insisting that I'd never even think about it again, but I digress. I guess I can think more about that later. Right now I need a plan.
I walked around endlessly in my small holding cell, waiting for any idea to pop into my head- then it came to me. Tomorrow I would talk to Timmy and I'll try to get all the information out of him that I can. When the right opportunity rears its head and when I have all that I need from him, I would kill him. That's the plan I am sticking with.
Just as I finished contemplating, he comes into the area.
""Hello Tootie."" He said to me.
"Hello," I said in a hateful tone of voice. I am not doing a very good job of acting.
"You're not too happy today, are you?" He said to me.
How can I be happy? He locked me in a cell for crying out loud, not to mention he killed my husband and son.
"Well that's obvious." I said sarcastically.
"So are you ready?" He asked me.
I was confused about he had asked me.
"Ready for what?" I asked. I didn't know if I should have asked that or not but what's the worst that can happen? He could kill me, but for some reason he doesn't want to so what's the worst thing he could do? Torture- like I would care. He wouldn't get anything out of me. He doesn't deserve to know.
(Meanwhile... Wanda's POV)
I hoped that everything was going as I planned. It was my only hope if I ever wanted me and Cosmo to get out of here. I know I took a risk...but it was worth it- any help at all was worth it.
Cosmo and I don't have the power to see everything that goes on here, but we do get to see more than we want.
It looked like Tootie was carrying out things pretty well. At first she gave me the impression that she's never follow up, but I am glad that all changed. With hope, Timmy will think that it was mine and Cosmo's magic that was doing this.
It must be terribly hard for Tootie to try to gaining the trust of someone that killed her husband and son, not mention her sister. Poor Tootie doesn't even know about Sara- she was Vicky's and Timmy's daughter.
Sara was too much like her mother-red hair like her mother and blue eyes like her father. Her personality was way too much like Vicky's.
If Sara were still alive today she would have been a powerful ally to the rebellion... just because she knew about everything around her. She knew her father's biggest weakness.
At fourteen she had threatened kill her father. She's been saying this for years since she found out that he killed her mother, but at that time she was hell-bent on carrying it out.
She almost did, but as things were going well, Timmy had weaseled the truth out of us; and for her treason, Timmy had no problems with putting his own daughter to death.
All I could do was watch... I promised I would help her, but because of my loyalty to Timmy, I wasn't able to.
That day I was going to try to make contact with the rebellion leader but the bombing at their headquarters made that impossible. I did have some communication with them in the past, though.
I was going tell them about Sara. I knew they would have helped her...
I was not going to have the same thing happen to Tootie. Not this time... I could not live through that again.
(Flashback)
"He killed my mother!" Sara shouted as the guards were dragging her to the execution chair. "
"My dad's weakness is the fairies. He keeps them with a really big butterfly net! You got to believe me."
Wanda was there, observing it all... neither she nor Cosmo could do anything--all they can do is watch. Because of their loyalty to Lord Timothy Turner, they were powerless to do anything.
Sara was putting up one hell of a fight as they were taking her to her final destination, kicking, screaming through it all. She even managed a temporarily escape from them until they overwhelmed her again. She was yelling at the people who worked for her father, trying to convince them differently.
"Wanda! You were going to help me!" She yelled as the guards roughly placed her into the chair.
"Your power can overpower him!"
"I wish I can." Wanda whispered as she watched them flip the switch.
Wanda felt so much guilt after that... she felt as if she put Sara to death herself.
Little did Wanda know was that Crocker was watching... and he believed her.
(End of flashback.)
That is not going to happen this time I said in telepathy
No matter what Cosmo added.
He knew what I had done. It was our only hope of getting out of here.
(Five hours later... Timmy's POV)
I had been waiting for this for years. Now she was finally in my hands.
Here in my chamber, she was sitting by me, only in her tight black and purple catsuit uniform. She was still beautiful, even after all these years. I knew then for sure that killing her wretched excuse for a husband was not in vain.
This wasn't exactly the situation I hoped for, however. My intentions were to seduce the information out of her, but it was becoming clearer that she was intent on turning the tables on me. I considered this very odd, indeed.
The only information I was getting out her was old information that didn't even matter anymore and stuff I didn't really know... about Vicky.
"Oh, come on. You're telling me that there is no way to communicate with anybody on the outside?"
"No, there is not." I told her. Smiling at me, she retorted.
"I knew I should have been Vicky's second in command when I had the chance."
That statement put me in a state of disbelief. She had to be lying- did she actually work for Vicky at one time?
"Of course, that was before I met James."
The feeling of jealousy rose throughout my frame at that very moment.
"Don't mention his name." I growled at her.
All Tootie did was stare at me hatefully.
(Tootie's POV.)
I couldn't believe that, this was the only way I could get information out of him, but I swallowed my pride. I have killed many of men this way, and believe me- it's a bad way to die.
I could have snapped his neck just for talking ill of my deceased husband; unfortunately I couldn't.
There was no knife or gun around... if there was I would have used it by now.
He claimed that he loved me- I know that it's just his way of trying to get information out of me. Besides, he is twenty years late for that one.
I racked my brain at that point trying to think of some way to communicate with the rebellion. As he finally fell asleep beside me, I same something that I would never be able to live off...
A fairy... Crocker was right after all. Boy, do I owe him a promotion...
"Hello," she began softly, "my name is Wanda."
To be continued...
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