Amethyst Ice
Ch.8-Cosmo's Weakness
Timmy sighed as he walked through the hallways. Who did Sanderson think he was, getting himself almost caught by Crocker? Sure, he was the Head Pixie now, but that didn't mean he could just let his guard down, especially if Crocker was determined to catch any whiff of magic.
He decided to talk to Sanderson about his attitude and backtracked to see what was taking him so long. As he reached the classroom, he looked into the window, and saw that it was dark. Curious to why it was, he opened the door and flipped on the switch. He silently screamed in horror at the sight. Crocker was impaled to the wall, and his blood was smeared all over the place.
"Mr. Crocker!" Timmy yelled, running into the classroom. He tried to feel for a pulse, but there was none. He was dead before he even came in.
"I see that you came back when I specifically told you to leave." A voice drawled behind Timmy. The boy turned, a mixture of anger and confusion on his face.
"Why did you kill Mr. Crocker? What did he ever do to you?" Timmy yelled. Sanderson snorted, kicking Crocker's foot out of his way as he walked through the puddle of blood towards Timmy.
"Nothing. I wanted to do something fun." He smiled. Timmy could feel an aura of darkness around Sanderson.
"You killed him out of fun?"
"Obviously. What else am I supposed to do? I don't like humans enough to make friends." Sanderson said.
"How could you?" Timmy yelled hysterically.
"How could I not? I like seeing the color of blood...it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!" Sanderson said gleefully.
"You murdered an innocent man, and you liked it! Don't you feel guilty?" Timmy screamed.
"I do not care for your values. I have my own way of thinking." Timmy gasped at his statement. It was the words of someone who didn't care about destroying people's lives. A psychotic person who killed...for FUN. Sanderson looked up slowly, a malicious glint in his eye.
"...But I'll just humor you and say that I am." The boy's fists shook angrily.
"...You're mocking me!"
"Duh...what, did your tiny brain take you a while? Or are you as stupid as Cosmo?" Sanderson asked.
"Don't you dare make fun of Cosmo!" Timmy growled. A dark eyebrow arched as he heard the defensive tone in his voice.
'Well well well...I wonder if Timmy is the weakness that Crocker was talking about?
(There's only one way to find out..)
"Tell you what, let's play Hide and Seek. If you can hide from me, and I can't find you, you get to toddle back to your precious godparents and tell them what I'm up to." He cooed in a baby voice to make Timmy more angry.
"But if I do find you..." An evil smirk curved on his face.
"...You become my human slave until I have no use for you anymore. Do we agree?"
"You're on." Timmy gritted his teeth as he opened the classroom door.
"...Start running."
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'I've got to get home! Cosmo and Wanda will have to know what's going on!' Timmy thought furiously as he tried to run as fast as he could through the school. But he was the slowest kid in his class, which made it all the worse for Sanderson to catch him.
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"Run, run, as fast as you can...I can catch you, because you're not the gingerbread man." Sanderson sang dementedly as he started walking. He liked to take time to make his victims feel like they've got a chance to live. But they were only prolonging their suffering at his hands.
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"He's a freaking psycho." Timmy muttered to himself as he ran out the front door. Sanderson heard the front doors slam, and smiled evilly to himself. He was making it so easy...
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"I know where you are, brat." Sanderson crooned as he walked through downtown Dimmsdale. People who passed by avoided him, feeling there was something not right about this guy...especially when it looked like he was stalking a 10 year old boy.
"You can't hide from me."
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The pink-hatted boy skidded to a stop and ran into an alley. He figured Sanderson wouldn't expect him to hide from him.
"...Hope this works..."
"Hey you! What are you doing?" He heard someone ask.
"None of your business." He heard Sanderson respond coldly. He sounded like he was awfully close.
"If you get out of my sight by the count of three, I'll let you live."
"...What?"
"One..." He heard the sound of a guy panicking and running away.
"...Two..." He heard the cocking back of what sounded like the hammer of a gun.
"...Three." Timmy heard the sound of the gun firing, and the thump on the ground.
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Sanderson rolled his eyes as he realized there were a few people who watched him kill the man. Now he was going to waste all his bullets on them.
"Aw hell, guns aren't as effective as magic." He cocked back the hammer once again.
"But hey, I can't leave witnesses."
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Timmy slightly trembled as he pressed his back against the building. He hoped that he wouldn't find him in this dark alleyway as he tried to block out people's scream of fear and gunshots ringing into he air.
"You cold-blooded bastard." He turned his head slightly to the side after waiting for a few minutes to see if there was anyone around the corner. Seeing no one, he turned, and found himself staring into a pair of cruel eyes.
"Tag, you're it." Sanderson whispered. Before Timmy could let out a scream, the pixie slapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him into the shadows.
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"It's 7:00, where is Timmy?" Wanda asked worriedly. Cosmo shrugged as he flew around the room on his back.
"He's probably in detention again. You know how Crocker is." He said.
"Yes, but it's not like him to keep Timmy three hours late!" Wanda said. She wringed her hands nervously and looked at the clock from time to time.
"Well, while we're waiting, how about we talk about what a quack our marriage councelor was? Sanderson could've done a much better job." Cosmo added. Wanda glared at Cosmo.
"I'm too worried about Timmy to listen to your complaining right now!" Suddenly, there was a gigantic poof, and Jorgen Von Strangle appeared behind them.
"You two, Fairy World, now!" He shouted, grabbing them and poofed away.
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Sanderson sat on the ground, apparently pleased at his prize. Timmy sat in his lap, looking like he had been slapped around several times. A small bruise throbbed slightly under his right eye as he felt a slight arousal under him.
"You poor thing..." Sanderson murmured, reaching out and stroking Timmy's face.
"What makes you think you could hide?" He flinched under his touch before he weakly tried to crawl away from the pixie. Sanderson rolled up a length of chain before pulling at the collar around Timmy's neck a little.
"Don't you crawl away now..." He crooned as he watched Timmy whimper and crawl back into his lap.
"Good boy." Sanderson said, nuzzling his lips against the boy's neck. Timmy could feel tears running down his cheeks as he was forced to endure all of his touches.
"...Please...let me go." Timmy managed to cry out.
"No." Sanderson said.
"P...lease...you already got me." He pleaded.
"But I want more from you. You're lucky that I'm starting to like you..." Sanderson smirked as he pulled at the chain once again, slightly choking the boy.
"Because every time I looked at you before, I wanted to kill you." Timmy cringed at these words, but found himself being petted by Sanderson.
"But since I'm in such a good mood today, I'm not going to molest you right now. I'm going to give you an assignment." The pink-hatted boy looked away, cursing the pixie in his mind.
"All you have to do, is put this collar onto Cosmo." Sanderson handed him the an object and watched as Timmy found that it was the same collar H.P. had used.
"W...Why him?" Timmy asked. Sanderson ignored him as he gave the rest of his instructions.
"After you put this on Cosmo, come to my office in Pixies Inc. Make up an excuse, anything."
"What if I can't?" Timmy asked.
"You're a smart boy. You can think of anything." Sanderson purred, running hs tongue over Timmy's cheek. He resisted the urge to punch him...he'd be raped in a second.
"If you tell anyone about what you're doing, and I find out...I'll slit your throat. Understand?" Sanderson asked as he cupped Timmy's face and looked into his fear-filled blue eyes. Timmy nodded furiously.
"Good" Sanderson gently kissed the boy's lips and groped him before he pushed him off his lap.
"I expect you to do it tonight. And if you try and throw the collar away, I'll punish you." Timmy watched as Sanderson pinged away before reaching up and yanking at the collar that was around his neck. There was nothing but air. Timmy trembled as he could still feel the unwanted touching upon him as he slowly got up and started walking home.