Amethyst Ice
Ch.12-Gaining Insanity
"...Obessions and wants are a state of mind; a desire I should say. They're not needed to fufill life." Timmy walked into the classroom, his jaw practically hitting the floor. Sanderson was standing in front of the classroom, holding a literature textbook in his hands. Apparently after Crocker's death, the principal decided to hire a new teacher...what the principal and everyone else didn't know that they had let in a psychotic killer that wasn't even human.
"...Mr. Sanderson, was Macbeth obsessively insane with gaining power, and killed almost everyone he knew?" A student asked.
"Yes...in fact he was trying to become king so badly, he didn't know that he was already fulfiling the prophecy the witches told. Remember the theme: 'Things Are Not What They Seem.'" Sanderson said as he closed the book. Timmy set out to turn and walk out the door, but Sanderson turned, and smiled.
"Good morning Mr. Turner. Care to join us in Shakespearean literature?" He asked. Timmy swallowed his fear and slowly nodded.
"Why not?"
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Fairy World...
Cosmo slowly opened his eyes and looked around, his wand thrown across his shoulders. Him and his group have been searching for the killer for two hours, and had no traces whatsoever.
"..." He stared at a pink swirly ice cream cone, imagining Wanda's face over it, but he shook his head, snapping out of his imagination. He could feel a pang of regret form in his heart as he thought about his harsh words to Wanda, but he ignored it as a pink-haired fairy flew up to him.
"Cosmo, we've got a lead on the demon. There's traces of dark magic..but...it's in Anti-Fairy World." She squeaked in fear. The green-haired fairy got off the wall he rested upon in excitement.
"Alright! Now we get to kick ass, Wanda!" The pink-haired fairy blinked.
"Um...I'm not Wanda." Cosmo opened his mouth, but shut it quick. She was right. Wanda was somewhere else.
Dimmsdale Elementary...
"What are you doing here?" Timmy asked harshly as everyone filed out of the classroom, leaving Sanderson and Timmy alone. The pixie casually wiped off the marker off the white board with the dry eraser before turning around.
"No reason...except to watch you." He answered. The boy glared at man with hatred, but he merely dismissed it.
"I must admit you're doing a good job acting like nothing is happening, and usually I don't give out rewards, but you've earned it." Sanderson said, walking towards Timmy.
"Thank you master." Timmy muttered as he felt Sanderson's hand cupped his cheek almost lovingly. Timmy didn't flinch this time as he leaned in and kissed him on the lips. The pixie smiled at his obedience, and laid the boy on the desk. Timmy knew there was no hope anymore...he might as well take it like a man. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Sanderson's neck. The pixie actually looked surprised that Timmy was responding back to his touches, and grinned. Looks like he wouldn't have to force himself on him. Timmy groaned as Sanderson lifted up his pink shirt and licked his chest, knowing where his pleasure spots are.
"Uhh..." The boy pulled at the pixie's tie, loosening it enough so that he could unbutton the white shirt. Sanderson found himself moaning as he slipped his hands under his shirt and caressed his body. He responded by rubbing his cheek against his stomach like a cat. Sanderson smiled as he parted Timmy's thighs and rubbed his hard on against him.
"How much do you want me?" He asked.
"I...I want you so bad. Please...fuck me." Timmy moaned, trying to thrust his hips upward, but was held back.
"What's my name?" Sanderson whispered into his ear as he unzipped his jeans.
"M...master."
In the meantime, Trixie Tang walked down the hall carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of the finest French wine. She didn't care whether or not she was underage to drink, she wanted to see if she could get the handsome teacher drunk enough to seduce him into her bed. Mr. Sanderson certainly was someone that Trixie wanted for herself.
"Mr. Sanderson, I was wondering if you'd like to..." Trixie gasped at the scene in front of her as she entered the classroom, dropping the wine bottle and two wine glasses, where they shattered on the floor. The handsome new teacher was on top of Timmy, doing naughty things to him on top of the desk. Timmy turned to see Trixie, his cheeks flushed with pleasure as the teacher nibbled his neck.
"We have an audience, Mr. Sanderson." He whispered before he let out a moan. Sanderson slowly looked up, glaring at Trixie through his dark bangs that hung down.
"Get...out." He snarled as he continued grinding himself against Timmy. Trixie slowly nodded as she backed out of the classroom before she finally dashed away.
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"It was for the best." Cosmo told himself as the group assembled in front of the barrier. Several anti-fairies smirked at them through the glass as they made faces and other things.
"Sometimes I wish I could take back everything I ever said and done to lead up to this point, Wanda..." He murmured as they joined hands together to transport themselves on the other side.
"...But it's too late now."
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"Go home." Sanderson murmured in Timmy's ear after he realized that the mood had vanished. He slid off the boy teasingly and walked to the door.
"We'll finish later." Timmy seemed to snap out of his daze as Sanderson closed the door behind him. His blue eyes widened as he realized that he had done things that he was ashamed of.
"Oh God...Cosmo...Wanda...where are you guys when I need you!" He wailed as he buried his head in his knees.
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"Did you like our little show?" Sanderson asked as he found Trixie hiding in the girls bathroom.
"You're a perverted pedophile! You're a child molester!" Trixie gritted her teeth at him.
"Such harsh words...but I'll let you think what you want." Sanderson said. The black-haired girl threw her hair brush at him, but he merely avoided it by cocking his head to the side.
"Timmy shouldn't be the target of a sick man like you!"
"You never really liked him in the first place. Why start caring now?" Sanderson snapped. The popular girl backed up against the bathroom sinks, lost at words.
"I...I..."
"Hmph. Another shallow human that doesn't deserve to live. Pitiful little world." Sanderson growled.
"G...get away from me you freak!" She shrieked as he grabbed a hold of her wrist. The pixie ripped Trixie's headband from her head and quickly gagged her before she could scream. Sanderson then threw her into the mirror, shattering it into pieces. He kicked her several times before backhanding her across the face, causing her to crumple to the ground and cry out in pain.
"...And Timmy likes this little bitch?" He almost said in disbelief. He looked down at the pieces of glass surrounding Trixie on the floor, and an evil idea appeared in his mind. Sanderson pinned one of Trixie's wrists to the wall, and drove a big piece of glass into the palm. She screamed as her blood oozed out of her palm. Most of the glass went straight through her hand, pinning it into the wall behind her. Sanderson loved the way fear appeared in her eyes, and wondered if he could get a much better reaction.
"You know, if you weren't such a slut, I wouldn't be torturing you like this." He sneered as he plunged another piece of glass into her left hand, pinning it into the wall also. Trixie screamed even louder, now that the pain was twice as much. Sanderson liked that even more, and lifted up her chin.
"Poor little rich girl...all prettied up and nowhere to go. How sad." She trembled as she could see in his eyes nothing but pure evil. Trixie whimpered as he shoved her face to the side.
"Too bad Timmy's not here to see you like this." Sanderson sighed and pretended to act disappointed as he crossed his arms, observing his work. Blood trailed from her palms and started to stain her clothes, and glass littered the ground of the girls bathroom.
"Oh well, maybe your friend would like to join you." He said, pointing at a shocked Veronica behind him. Trixie saw her, and muffled out a warning. Veronica tried to run back into the hallway, but Sanderson quickly intercepted her before she opened the door and kicked open a nearby stall. Veronica kicked and screamed, but he held her wrists behind her as he shoved the blonde girl's head in the toliet and held her down. He smiled as he felt her struggle to fight his grip off, splashing water all over the place.
"How does it feel to take advantage of precious air, girly?" He asked. Veronica's only response was the air bubbles that quickly flowed from her mouth. A few minutes later, Veronica quit moving, and Sanderson let her go. He looked down, and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Ew. Do people have no courtesy?" He asked as he flushed the toliet before closing the stall door behind him. Trixie cried silently as she watched the evil subsitute teacher, or whoever he was, drown her best friend right in front of her. Sanderson kicked Veronica's foot that jutted out from under the stall before refocusing back on Trixie.
"Oh come on! You know that you weren't really her friend." He added, sitting down in front of the terrified girl. Seeing that Trixie wasn't answering, he decided to answer for her.
"Blah blah blah...I know. I'm too rich and popular." He said in a high-pitched voice as he mocked Trixie. Sanderson sighed, shaking his head.
"That's the problem with kids these days..." The pixie opened his eyes and looked at her.
"You all don't have respect for yourselves...all you care about are your stupid materialistic things and how popular you are." Trixie shook her head, trying to prove that Sanderson was wrong, but he ignored her. A few seconds later Sanderson suddenly clapped his hands together and grinned wildly.
"But hey, who cares? I sure don't!" He cheerily said as he plunged his hand into her chest and ripped out her heart in a second. The last thing Trixie saw was the beating of her heart clutched in Sanderson's hand before she died. He then stood up and wrote on the wall above the bathroom stalls.
...YOU ALL WILL DIE. ...CORNMUFFIN! Sanderson giggled at the last word, tossing the heart over his shoulder so that it landed with a splat against the wall to his left and slid down with a squish.
"Gosh, having this much fun torturing humans to death should be a sin!" He smiled at his demonic-like reflection in the mirror and washed his hands.