Amethyst Ice

Ch.10- Blood-Filled Visions

Timmy starts to turn insane the longer he's with Sanderson...

As soon as Cosmo and Wanda turned in for the night, Timmy got up from his bed and threw open the door to his closet, rumaging through it. He found his shrink suit that he used to get into the castle.

"I...can't...won't." He firmly assured himself. But he found his fingers working the suit, and before he knew it, he was inside the castle. The boy knew where everything was; he had already been here once. Timmy crept into the bedroom, where his godparents were sleeping. He looked around, and saw that Cosmo was asleep in his car bed, holding onto Phillip like usual.

"I'm sorry...Cosmo..." Timmy said quietly. He quickly snapped on the collar around Cosmo's neck, barely ducking out of sight as Cosmo let out a grunt and tossed onto his side. Timmy could almost feel himself break as he sneaked out and closed the door as he headed out.

"But I have no choice..."

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"Did you do it?" Sanderson asked as Timmy was poofed into the office.

"Yes, master." He whispered.

"Good...I was afraid that I'd have to torture you." He cooed, running his fingers through the boy's brown hair.

"Oh, and you might want to put these on." He tossed him a pair of goggles, which Timmy caught without knowing why.

"Sanderson, all preparations are complete for tomorrow." Anti-Cosmo said as he poofed into the room. Timmy gasped as he put on the goggles.

"Anti-Cosmo! You're in on this too?" The anti-fairy scowled and looked at Sanderson.

"Why'd you bring the brat here?"

"Timmy is my slave..." Sanderson answered, pulling Timmy close to him.

"...He's what I would call, 'my little puppet'." Anti-Cosmo kept his scowl on Timmy.

"I see...this must be the weakness I've heard you talk about."

"Exactly." Timmy slowly reached into the back of his pocket and clicked on the record button of a small tape recorder he had hidden. No use going into enemy territory and not getting uselful information.

'I hate you...I hope you fucking die by Jorgen's hands once I give this tape to him...' He thought. Timmy edged away from Sanderson so that he stood next to him, making sure to get every single word he was saying.

"I hope that you know how to deal with this once it goes into action." Anti-Cosmo said.

"Don't worry. I have everything under control." Timmy yelped as Sanderson caught him off guard. He yanked the chain of the collar around Timmy's neck, cutting off the boy's air circulation.

"...What's this?'" Sanderson tsked as he pulled out a tape recorder. Timmy pulled at the collar, cursing as he realized that it must have appeared when he arrived. The two men looked interested in what was in his jeans pocket as he gasped for air.

"You naughty little boy...trying to catch me in the act, are you?" He said, looking at the small contraption in his hand.

"Sorry, but that won't work on me..." Timmy watched crestafallen as his only hope to reveal Sanderson was gone as he threw down the tape recorder, smashing it on the ground.

"Nice try, though." He then tilted his head and observed him.

"You know, I still feel like you have more on you, so I figure that I'm going to do a body search." Timmy stepped back, but was stopped short by Anti-Cosmo, who gripped his shoulders firmly to keep him from running.

"Would you care to help, AC?" He asked the anti-fairy.

"Of course." Anti-Cosmo grinned evilly.

"...Now...tell us...do you have any wires, bugs, or any other crap that you humans use to spy with?" Sanderson asked.

"T...That's all I had with me...I...I...have nothing else." Timmy stammered. The anti-fairy looked at Sanderson.

"I don't think he's being very sincere. What do you think?" He asked. The pixie looked the boy over, shrugging once.

"Only one way to find out." At those words, Anti-Cosmo smirked, poofing up a pair of handcuffs. Timmy's eyes widened as Anti-Cosmo pinned him on his back, handcuffing him to the desk. Timmy struggled to break free, but was immediately backhanded across the face, his cheek turning red.

"Stop struggling, slave." Anti-Cosmo then stepped back, allowing Sanderson to step foward and take out a switchblade from the back pocket of his pants. He flipped it open, revealing a razor sharp knife with ragged edges and sliding the blade under his shirt. Timmy slightly winced at the coldness as the pixie turned the blade upwards, and cut his shirt away.

"W...What are you doing! LET ME GO YOU BASTARDS!" Timmy yelled as he saw his own naked chest. Anti-Cosmo slapped him across the face, silencing him before Sanderson pulled the anti-fairy to him, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying his rough playfulness as he slid his hand up his shirt. After a few seconds, Sanderson pulled away slowly, looking down at the boy with half-lidded eyes.

"Hmm...I think he might be right...I don't see anything." Sanderson murmured as he ran his fingers over Timmy's chest. Anti-Cosmo growled lustfully in the pixie's ear as he sucked on his earlobe.

"What about his pants?" He asked. Sanderson's fingers started to trail down to Timmy's jeans, but he paused right before he reached the zipper.

"Tempting...but I believe the brat." He answered. Anti-Cosmo growled his disappointment under his breath, but Sanderson heard, nuzzling his lips against his to put him in a better mood. Anti-Cosmo growled contently in his throat and let the issue drop, glaring down at Timmy as he leaned his chin in the crook of Sanderson's shoulder. The pixie held Anti-Cosmo for a few minutes before he pulled away and took up the switchblade from the desk.

"Still..." Sanderson ran the sharp knife down the boy's chest almost lovingly before stopping right above his belly button. Timmy started to whimper uncontrollably.

"I want to see him bleed a bloody, fucking red." Timmy screamed as Sanderson slowly carved his initials into his skin, watching him bleed as he did so.

"...So scream all you want Turner..." Sanderson whispered as Anti-Cosmo lapped up the blood trails on his stomach.

"...Nobody can hear you." He dug a little deeper, causing the boy to scream louder...

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"TIMMY!" Cosmo screamed, sitting up in bed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He practically broke the speed of sound as he dashed out of the fishbowl. He tackled the sleeping boy onto the ground, sitting on top of him.

"C...Cosmo, what are you doing!" Timmy yelled as Cosmo frantically ripped at his shirt and looked at his stomach. There was nothing there. Not a scratch, not even a scar.

"I...I don't know." Cosmo stammered as he ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. Wanda looked annoyed by Cosmo's screaming as she poofed into the room.

"What's wrong now?" She asked.

"I must've..had a bad dream." Cosmo murmured. He tried to recall the dream, or whatever it was...it seemed so real...

"You're probably nervous about tomorrow, sweetie. Come on, back to bed," Wanda grabbed her husband's arm and led him back to the fishbowl. Cosmo turned around, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at his godchild. Timmy silently begged for Cosmo to realize that whatever he saw was real...but as soon as they went back inside the fishbowl...Sanderson's initials appeared on his stomach, glowing crimson. Seeing the hateful letters, he clutched at his head as tears quickly came.

"DAMN YOU SANDERSON! WHY!" Timmy screamed as he was left alone to fight a losing battle.