Amethyst Ice

Ch.9- It Takes Two To Kill

"How come every fairy in the universe is here?" Wanda asked as they arrived in Fairy World.

"It is a matter of grave importance." Jorgen answered as he let them go. He then walked to a podium and tapped the microphone. Everyone stopped talking to hear what Jorgen wanted to say.

"Fairies and gentlemen, I've called you all here for an important reason. I'm pretty sure that you've watched the news, but if you haven't, I'll explain. Someone, or something...is killing people one by one. Not just humans, but both fairies and pixies as well." Everyone present gasped.

"Who would do such a thing?" Someone asked.

"I do not know, but all we know is that whatever this thing is, it's pure evil. Everywhere that it goes, they leave a path of death and destruction. The only thing we have a clue, is the bloody kiss mark they leave on their victims. Sometimes they spare them, but when I tried to ask them about their attacker, they're too scared to answer." Jorgen explained.

"Sanderson and I have been discussing what to do about this situation, and we came up with a plan." All the fairies turned to the right of Jorgen, where Sanderson sat casually in a chair next to the podium.

'Thank the gods...Sanderson will know what to do." Wanda breathed a sigh of relief. Cosmo turned to Wanda, scowling.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He demanded. She ignored Cosmo as Sanderson floated to the podium.

"Fellow magical brothers and sisters..." Sanderson started. Cosmo snorted, causing people to turn and glare at him for making noise.

"We're all in grave danger...there's a killer out there, preying on innocent people for sick reasons. I know this, because my uncle was the first victim, and others were murdered down on earth. We don't exactly know what's out there, but if we don't do something about it, we're all going to die horrible deaths. Jorgen and I came up with a plan on how to deal with this...we plan to send out hunting parties of the best out there to find this killer and bring him down. He's considered armed and dangerous, so only brave and willing people that want to defend their friends and family can go. I'm not forcing you to do this, but if you volunteer, I wish you luck and hope that you successfully come back alive." People started talking as soon as Sanderson stepped off the podium and sat back in his seat.

"Hunting parties?"

"Who would go?"

"Quiet, quiet!" Jorgen said, banging a gavel on the podium.

"I know it sounds outrageous, but that's the best plan to go with. He might even have followers in his footsteps, so that's why we're taking extra precaution." Cosmo looked at Wanda.

"Since when were we on terrorist watch?" He asked sarcastically.

"Cosmo, shut up. We're going to volunteer to go after this freak." Wanda muttered.

"...What! Why!" Cosmo asked.

"Would you rather take him down first before he gets us?"

"I think it's better if we just stay far far away." Cosmo said.

"I'm pretty sure he'll go after everyone first." Wanda gasped at his insensitive words, but Cosmo didn't notice as he started to fly away from the crowd. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, yanking him back.

"Are you saying that the killer won't go after us?" She asked.

"Why not?"

"Didn't you hear Jorgen? He goes after everyone! Fairies, pixies, humans...it doesn't matter to him as long as he kills!"

"But Timmy's safe from the psycho." Cosmo grinned.

"I bet you anything that Timmy will be a prime target since he saved Fairy World a multitude of times. Everyone knows who he is!" Wanda urged. Cosmo gasped as those words registered.

"You're not serious."

"I am..which is why I want to volunteer." They flew towards the podium, where a whole bunch of fairies scrambled to sign their names on the paper provided for them on the tables. Pixies sat at the table, instructing where to search and what groups they were splitting into. In the meantime, Sanderson watched from amongst the shadows, having slipped away from all the ruckus.

"I see that you've got something going on." He turned to see Anti-Cosmo next to him, grinning ferally.

"So what's your plan this time?" He asked, throwing his arms around the pixie.

"A massacre." Sanderson answered.

"Really? But if you kill all of them, won't somebody notice?" Anti-Cosmo asked.

"If you're talking about Timmy Turner, I already took care of him." Sanderson said shortly.

"He won't be thwarting my plans anytime soon."

"Wow, you've thought of everything haven't you?"

"Not quite." Sanderson smiled. "Not quite."

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It was late when Cosmo and Wanda finally poofed home. Timmy sat on his bed, a haunting look about his eyes.

"You're home." He said in a dull voice.

"We're sorry, sport...we got caught up in a meeting in Fairy World." Wanda apologized.

"S'okay." Timmy murmured, still staring at his bed.

"Timmy, what's wrong?" Cosmo asked. He looked up, and Cosmo and Wanda saw a bruise on his face.

"Did Francis beat you up again?"

"No, I..." Timmy broke off, remembering Sanderson's words.

"I fell while I was walking home." He said quietly, fingering the collar behind his back. He hated lying to them, but he had no choice.

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"Stupid fairies...they don't read the fine print at all." Sanderson smirked as they looked over the stack of papers on his desk. Anti-Cosmo picked up one off the top and read it aloud with a magnifying glass.

"...Signing this contract means that we're not responsible for your death whatsoever, should you die at the hands of Sanderson or any other pixie because you were dumb enough to believe a single word that he said. Nice...couldn't have put it any better myself." The pixie picked up the next few ones as a cold smile appeared.

"Here, take a look at this." He slid the papers to Anti-Cosmo, who picked them up.

"...Wanda volunteered? You aren't going to kill her, right?"

"No. At least, I'm not interested in her being dead yet. So you can do whatever the hell you want with Wanda until I decide."

"So what about those 'groups' you put together to hunt down that 'killer'?" Anti-Cosmo asked.

"All the better to blast their brains out at the same time, my dear."

"You're a fucking genius, Sanderson." Anti-Cosmo said.

"I know, aren't I?" The pixie asked.