Amethyst Ice
Ch.13-Hallucinations
Wanda glanced around Pixies Inc. as she and her group flew around. It seemed that whoever this guy was, he left no traces of himself whatsoever, and the pixies there refused to help.
"Well isn't this great?" She asked herself sarcastically.
"Jorgen sending us on a wild goose chase...who knows? Maybe this invisible guy will end up kidnapping me or something!" She threw up her hands in frustration.
"Bah...screw this...I'm going home." She raised her wand to poof away, but someone yelled,
"Wanda, look out!" She turned just in time to see a cloaked figure high-kick her in the face, sending her crashing into a building nearby.
"Well I guess I was wrong," Wanda chuckled to herself as she got herself out and brushed the glass from her clothes. The figure smirked and charged at her, his wand(?) brandished for attack. She managed to knock out his wand with her own, doing a good job defending herself. Wanda avoided her opponent's punch and flipped over him, kicking him into the ground. The figure landed on his feet and slid away, his shoes creating small trenches.
"Give up. You can't win." He snarled. Wanda narrowed her eyes and flew towards him, her fist pulled back. The stranger moved his head and sent out a few punches of him own, causing Wanda to block them furiously.
'Damn, he's fast!' She thought as she jumped away and flew through a broken building, seeing if she could catch the killer off guard. The pink haired fairy was suddenly kicked into a wall, causing her to crash through several more and out into the air. Wanda shook the glass from her clothes and hair before the dark figure barrelled into her. But the fairy caught his arm and did a judo throw by throwing him over her shoulder. The dark figure paused as he stopped himself in midair.
'What's he doing now?' Wanda thought as she watched the man hold up a hand. A swirl of dark magic appeared in his palm, glowing evilly.
"Hello, Wanda." Her eyes widened as she heard her name.
"How'd you..!" Wanda didn't get the chance to finish the question as the dark figure threw the ball of magic at her. She had no time to react as the magic hit her squarely in the chest, knocking her into unconciousness as she flew into the ground at mach 1. The figure smirked as he hovered over the hole Wanda was in, crossing his arms.
"So sorry, love. But you're mine now."
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The funeral was rather depressing as gray clouds covered the sky while it lightly drizzled on the crowd below. Timmy sat in his chair solemnly, dressed in a black suit and tie, hardly listening to a word of what the priest said. He held two white carnations in his hands, and could feel his heart breaking slowly. Okay, so Trixie didn't bother to notice him at all, and Veronica was just plain creepy, but they still held a place in his heart. Not to mention so many people who died at Sanderson's hands...most of them innocent, and had nothing to do with him. Timmy felt the worst...considering that he was letting the evil pixie do it all, and he could do nothing about it.
"...We're gathered here to pay tribute to Trixie Tang and Veronica Masters, two girls who died young, and will be sorely missed by their firends and classmates. They might've been a bit conceited, but they were loved and cherished by many people..."
'Especially me.' He thought miserably.
"...So friends and family gathered here, lend us comforting words...they didn't deserve to have their life taken away like this."
'No, they didn't.'
"...I have a few words to say." Timmy said softly. The priest looked surprised and allowed Timmy to come up. He stood at the podium and looked around. So many people had turned out for the funeral for Trixie and Veronica, but he suspected that most of them were Trixie's mourners and were glad that she was gone. Unlike Mr. Crocker's...hardly anyone had shown up, so he was forced to go by his parents, something among the lines of, 'you were his favorite student to pick on'. Most of the time he was there, he was secretly glad that the crazy teacher was dead, though he never told anyone that.
"...I didn't know them that well, and that some of you might've thought of them as a bit...bitchy, but...I actually loved Trixie for who she was. I can tell you that, because I understood her..." Timmy mumbled, remembering the time he disguised himself as girl named Timantha...
"She was everything I had ever wanted in a girl...great looks, great hair...but she rejected me so many times that I lost count." Timmy said, taking a breath, afraid he'd lose it right there.
"And Veronica...she was a 'nice' girl most of the time, and the reason why she always made fun of me, was because she loved me but was too scared to admit it. And now looking back, I realize that they aren't who I thought they were...they were just regular girls trying to find their way through life...and I can't believe that I wasted all that time on Trixie, when I could've had a fling with Veronica." Timmy paused and threw the carnations on top of the two coffins.
"...Sometimes I wished I could've told Trixie how I felt but now...she's gone and won't be coming back. She's dead, people...DEAD. ...I'm not sure about you, but I won't miss her at all." And with that he walked down from the stage, ignoring the looks he got from the audience, especially the glare from Trixie's dad. As he walked down the aisle to his seat, he saw Sanderson in the back, grinning devilishly. Time seemed to have stopped as Timmy glared at him, or so he thought.
"...WHY DID YOU KILL THEM!" He screamed, pointing at the back. The audience quickly turned, expecting someone, but there was no one. Timmy blinked, thinking he was seeing the pixie still smirking at him.
"ANSWER ME!" Timmy screamed again, feeling the sobs rise in his throat. The audience whispered amongst themselves, some even gesturing craziness. Two ushers suddenly came up behind him and gently hauled him off the stage. Timmy kicked and screamed, still pointing at the back.
"HE'S FUCKING STARING AT US! WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME!"
"Easy kid...we'll take you somewhere where you can rest...the deaths of your friends is obviously taking a toll on your sanity." One of them said, Timmy shook his head wildly.
"I'M NOT CRAZY! LOOK AT THE FREAKING PIXIE BY THE TREE!" There was still no one there as they dragged Timmy to the ambulance waiting for them.
"HE'S THE ONE WHO KILLED THEM, AND HE'S GOING TO KILL US ALL!" The two ushers held him down on the stretcher as a paramedic strapped a straitjacket around Timmy and injected him with a tranquilizer. The boy fell to the bed a few minutes later, knocked out.
"What a crazy kid...he thinks pixies exist." One of them said as they shut the door to the ambulance.
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Sanderson snarled as he kicked open the doors to Wishfixers. Many pixies sensed his anger before he came in, and quickly scurried away before he could release his wrath on them.
"Cancel my appointment, Pixie Chick. I'm not in the mood to go clubbing tonight." He growled at the female pixie who sat at the information desk. She nodded as he flew towards his office. Sanderson spotted a young teenage pixie with headphones on.
"You, turn down that rap music!" He yelled, causing the intern to squeak and obey. When the boss is in a bad mood, it's best to do what he says and not ask questions until he cooled down.
"Gods damn you, AC!" Sanderson yelled as the doors slammed shut behind him. Anti-Cosmo lifted an eyebrow as the angry pixie marched right up to him.
"What the HELL do think you're doing, letting the idiots go!" He demanded.
"I have no interest in the fairies...all I wanted was Wanda." Anti-Cosmo sighed.
"I could've used them for target practice!" Sanderson pouted. Anti-Cosmo just shrugged.
"Okay, so I didn't think of you...I'm sorry." The pixie showed that he was still a kid at heart when he turned and stuck his tongue out.
"Careful...I might take that the wrong way." The anti-fairy smirked, coming up behind him.
"Shit!" Sanderson yelped as Anti-Cosmo grabbed his groin.
"Dammit, can't you see I'm not in the mood?" He scowled.
"So says your pants." Anti-Cosmo grinned, pointing at the arousal pressing against the seam. Sanderson snorted.
"Okay, fine...Timmy's little whore walked in on us before I got the chance to get in his pants after class. I didn't like that, so I killed her in the girls' bathroom."
"Wow...sounds like Mr. Calm and Sensible just got a pyscho relapse."
"Damn straight. I feel much more alive than waiting for a reason." Anti-Cosmo chuckled and let the pixie go.
"Well, I have some good news and bad news."
"What's the good news?" Sanderson asked.
"The good news is that Wanda is here right now, unconscious, but alive. The bad news is that Timmy is in a mental hospital." Sanderson rolled his eyes playfully and put a hand on his hip.
"Everyone who I end up not killing ends up in an insane asylum. Why is that?" Anti-Cosmo shrugged again.
"Because you tramatize them for life?"
"Exactly." He grinned.
"Well, I think that breaking Timmy out is the first thing on my to-do list. Perhaps if I have time, I'll go after Cosmo." Sanderson pulled Anti-Cosmo's head back and sucked his neck hard, giving a hickie that would last for a week or longer.
"There...something to remember me by when you're screwing Wanda." He smirked, letting go of his hair and marched out the door. The anti-fairy lifted an eyebrow and he poofed up a mirror and looked in it.
"My my...is it just me or does he sound jealous?"