Amethyst Ice

Ch.7-Sanderson, Teacher Killing Psycho

The next morning, Timmy noticed that Cosmo and Wanda weren't talking to each other as he got ready for school. As he greeted Wanda, she only gave him a look of sympathy before glaring at Cosmo, who was ignoring her as he played with his nickel.

"I'm sorry Timmy, but we can't go with you to school today. We have an appointment to go to." Wanda apologized.

"What appointment?" Timmy asked.

"I wish I can tell you, but I can't. It's top secret." She bit her lower lip and looked down at Timmy.

"You can survive without us for one school day, can't you?" She asked.

"I..." Timmy started.

"You can? Oh good." Before Timmy could finish, Wanda and Cosmo poofed away, leaving Timmy alone in his room.

"...Wanted to ask why you were arguing last night." He murmured as he walked out of his room.

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Timmy grumbled as he sat in his desk after school.

"'You can survive without us for one school day, right?'" Timmy imitated Wanda in irritation. Because Cosmo and Wanda wasn't with him, he was forced to take the blame for things he didn't do. Like the smoke bomb in the teacher's lounge, and runaway frogs in the classroom. And Corcker gave him an F and a detention for no reason.

"I didn't do jack"

"Hello Turner." Sanderson greeted as he pinged into the room.

"What are you doing here, cone dome? And where's your boss?" Timmy asked in annoyance. Sanderson chuckled and sat on the desk.

"Why do you care?" He asked.

"Because you're usually trailing behind him like a lovesick puppy"

"Emotionally attached? I don't think so...I'm not like you." Both guys turned to see the classroom doorknob turn, and Timmy looked at Sanderson.

"It's my teacher Mr. Crocker! Get out of here before he catches you!" He hissed. Sanderson shrugged.

"Who cares? I can appear anytime I want. In fact, I bet he doesn't even know we exist...but just in case..." Sanderson pinged into an adult just as Crocker burst in.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my classroom?" He demanded as he saw a tall, dark haired handsome man standing by Timmy's desk.

"Ah, so you're Mr. Crocker...Timmy's told me all about you..." The pixie-turned adult said as he held out his hand. Crocker smacked his hand away and glared at him.

"...I don't care! All I want to know is who you are!" Sanderson smiled coldly, already planning a way to take care of him.

"I'm Will, Timmy's cousin on his dad's side of the family." Timmy blinked, wondering if Sanderson could really pass off as a relative.

"You can go. I'll talk to Mr. Crocker for you." Sanderson said, glancing at Timmy.

"Oh no. Turner's not going anywhere." Crocker gritted his teeth.

"You and what army?" He smirked, crossing his arms. Timmy was about to say something, but Sanderson turned back to him.

"I thought I told you to go." He growled. Timmy nodded, not wanting to make the pixie mad, and ran out of the classroom. Seeing that the brat was gone, the pixie could finally concentrate.

"Mr. Crocker...I have a proposition for you..." Sanderson said smoothly.

"What?" Crocker snapped.

"If you can tell me everything you know about fairies, I'll let you live."

"What do you mean, let me live?" Crocker demanded. Sanderson rolled his eyes. Could humans really be this inferior?

"What I said. I care not for your life, so I'll get to the point. I know that you have some interesting information, stalking after Turner and his fairy godparents." Sanderson leered.

"How do you know? ...You're not really Turner's cousin, are you?" Crocker asked, shocked that someone other than him knew fairies existed.

"I have my ways. And no, I can't believe you'd be so stupid to believe me." Sanderson said with a flair of casualty.

"Now...I don't have time for idle chit chat. Just tell me and I'll let you go"

"You're insane! A regular loony from the asylum!" Crocker said. Quick as lightning, the pixie grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall.

"...Shut up." Sanderson said darkly as he reached out and broke the flagpole off the top of the whiteboard. Crocker cringed as the broken part was aimed at his throat.

"I don't take kindly to your insults, human. Be grateful I'm in a good mood today." Crocker struggled to breathe as he looked into cruel eyes.

"W...wait! Don't hurt me! I'll tell you a new theory I came up with! What if there was a way to kill fairies?" Crocker squeaked. Sanderson narrowed his eyes as he pressed the sharp end deeper to his jugular vein.

"...Interesting...go on." The dark-haired man loosened the grip on him and rubbed his neck.

"See, all fairies have some sort of weakness. If you can find it and use it against them, you can actually turn them mortal"

"...Is that everything you know"

"That's all I know!" Crocker yelled, trying to avoid the sharp object the man held in his hand.

"...Thank you for that fascinating tidbit." Sanderson smiled, patting the teacher on the head.

"Think fast"

"W...what?" Crocker asked. Sanderson rammed the broken flag pole in the teacher's chest.

"Oops. Too slow." Crocker looked down in disbelief as a blood stain slowly formed on his shirt, and the jutting pole from his chest.

"But...fairies...can't kill..." He whispered as he looked back up at the dark-haired man with blood dripping from his mouth. The pixie leaned down and smeared Crocker's blood on his lips before he leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bloody kiss. He smiled as he straightened up and slipped on his sunglasses. He then turned off the lights and closed the door, leaving Crocker to die alone in the dark.

"I'm not a fairy."