Delta Dawn
Chapter 5: Revenge
Vicky struggled against her bonds. She was blindfolded, gagged, and her hands and feet were tied. She had heard Timmy's parents arrive but so far was unable to make a sound loud enough to alert them of her presence. Someone had knocked her out from behind. She had no idea who did it. But she was going to kick their ass when she found out.
Timmy looked at the clock above. It was nearly midnight and he was in what looked like an abandoned church. He was tied to an old table and he could see the rotted things that must've once been bright items used as alters, benches, etc. He could smell the age and decay and got more and more worried.
"Hello Timmy," a voice said coldly.
Timmy looked to see A.J.
"A.J.?" Timmy asked, "hey," he said realizing who it was, "Chester kidnapped me at gunpoint and took me here!" he cried, "come on A.J. you have to untie me!"
"You're really dense aren't you?" A.J. asked him frankly.
Timmy looked at him completely confused.
What's he talking about? – Timmy
"Why would Tootie hurt you?" A.J. asked him.
"Because she's angry that I didn't love her," Timmy responded.
A.J. chuckled softly. Then it rose to crazed raucous laughter.
"A.J.?" Timmy asked fearfully.
"I did it you impotent fool!" A.J. declared, "you're so stupid it's unbelievable!" he cried, "why would Tootie really hurt you?" he asked Timmy, "only her sister, parents, and few others know that she wouldn't for certain," he said, "have you forgotten that Tootie loved you with all her heart?" he demanded, "you and all those fools could only see through a 'lover scorned' and 'girl socially neglected' perspective," he told Timmy, "you could never see 'innocent girl lost'."
"But A.J…" Timmy started.
"Don't even bother," A.J. snapped, "me being a black kid in not only a majority white Elementary School but also a school that had no one to compare with my genius was bad enough," he said angrily, "but I endured it for you," he revealed to Timmy, "you were my best friend and I gave up a much better education to be around you all the way up to Middle School," he said, "I gave you everything!" he shouted, "and you took the one thing genius couldn't get me," he said glaring at Timmy with undisguised hatred.
Timmy looked at A.J. fearfully. He had never seen A.J. this upset before and it was scaring him.
"She loved you," A.J. said, "always you!" he shouted, "no matter what I did!" he cried, "her heart was reserved for you and you alone," he said softly, "then she killed herself," he said darkly, "taking away any chance of me being with her from me," he said tearfully, "I loved her but that wasn't enough!"
"I…I…I…I'm sorry A.J.," Timmy stuttered then said humbly.
"Sorry?" A.J. asked then laughed, "you're sorry!" he shouted, "well I guess all can be forgiven since Timmy Turner is sorry!" he declared, "do you really think your sorry is worth shit now?" he snarled, "because if you do, you're even dumber than that worthless blonde Veronica," he told Timmy.
"Why did you have to kill her?" Timmy asked, "why did you have to kill anyone?" he asked A.J. loudly, "why not just punish me?"
"Because you're not the one I'm most interested in punishing," A.J. said a crazed grin spreading across his face, "you're not the one who kept your love locked away from me and rejected me despite having no one else to give your love to and get loved in return!" he shouted, "Tootie kept her love from me!" he roared, "no matter what I did she refused to return my love!" he angrily shouted, "I could give her anything!" he declared, "but she only wanted you!" he shouted pointing at Timmy, "you never loved her and yet she couldn't forget you and make a life with me."
"Make a…A.J. we're kids!" Timmy shouted incredulously.
"You may be a kid," A.J. countered, "but I have the mind, the genius of generations of geniuses!" he declared, "my great mind could fool these infidels into believing that a dead scorned girl's spirit arose for revenge!" he shouted, "I'll get to laugh when they find you dead mutilated body and finally order to have Tootie's grave dug up!" he shouted happily, "and they'll find no body," he said completely horrifying Timmy, "because I have Tootie's body!"
"Wha…are you nuts!" Timmy demanded angrily.
"Almost all geniuses at a certain time were considered nuts," A.J. pointed out.
"But really are nuts," Timmy countered.
"You think I'm nuts?" A.J. asked, "I'm not nuts," he told Timmy, "I just don't care!" he shouted.
"No wonder Tootie could never love you!" Timmy exploded, "you're a monster!" he shouted angrily.
"Well I guess I'll be a winning monster," A.J. declared, "because I get to ruin Tootie's reputation and kill you," he said and Timmy heard someone else enter the abandoned church, "well hello Chester," he said brightly, "and thank you I needed these," he said brightly taking a box from Chester.
"What's in that?" Timmy asked fearfully eyeing the white box.
"A few tools," A.J. said simply as he rested the plastic box by his feet, "sit and watch Chester," he instructed and Chester obeyed without saying a word.
Timmy looked at Chester desperately. Chester had an emotionless look on his face. His eyes looked wider than usual but didn't have any other unusual traits other than his clothes being tattered and dirty and he said some scratches and scrapes.
"Notice no marks on his eyes?" A.J. asked, "I perfected the machine," he said happily, "not that you'll understand," he said to a confused Timmy, "hallucinatory powders, killer chemicals, re-conditioning a dog, I made the perfect frame up for a ghost and an African American rich brat," he declared.
"So it worked perfectly on Chad too?" Timmy asked.
"It should last long enough," A.J. said with a shrug, "I'll kill him soon enough," he said dismissively.
"What are you going to do to me?" Timmy asked fearfully.
"Torture you then kill you," A.J. said honestly.
"You can't do this to me A.J.!" Timmy cried, "I'm your best friend!"
"A best friend who stole the only girl I ever loved!" A.J. shouted.
"I didn't steal her!" Timmy shouted angrily, "she never wanted you!"
"Well she can never have you now can she?" A.J. asked superiorly, "and you'll die because she loved you," he added.
A.J. opened the box and removed a nail gun and a drill. He started to softly hum as he turned the drill on. Timmy saw it and shook with fear. A.J. turned it off and put it back in the box and closed it. But he kept the nail gun.
"What are you going to do with that?" Timmy asked fearfully as his voice shook.
A.J. walked right up to him. His cold blue eyes looked into Timmy's fearful blue ones. He placed the nail gun against Timmy's right ankle.
"A.J. please," Timmy begged tears flowing down his face.
A.J. said nothing. He just fired the nail gun and Timmy screamed.
Timmy's whole body started trembling especially his right leg. A.J. then proceeded to shoot the nail gun twice in each of Timmy's knee. Then he shot it seven times in Timmy's right tie, once in his other ankle and once in each of Timmy's palm. Timmy had now wet himself and was going into shock. A.J. smiled then took out a penknife, ready to slit Timmy's throat.
Then there was a gunshot. A.J. fell to the ground dead.
Standing behind him with a .38 in his hand and his eyes filled with angered hatred was Timmy Turner.
Done
Well the next chapter is the last one. Sorry folks. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and if you enjoyed this horror story you can check out others that I've written. A special thank you to those who have already started reviewing my other horror stories after reviewing this one. I really appreciate it. Thank you for reading, please review.