Timmy and Molly walked through suburban Dimmsdale, looking at some of the ruined houses, "the suburbs look like a ghost town." Molly said.
"And yet the city is as busy as ever." Timmy muttered.
"Maybe they only have power in the city."
They heard a loud crash, which made both of them go back-to-back, ready to fight, "what was it?" Molly whispered.
"I don't know…but I don't see anyone…"
There was another crash and this time someone tumbled into the street, running towards them, behind him were four men with badges on their chest, the man they chased had blonde hair, his clothes looked like rags and he held something in his arms.
"Stop him!" one shouted.
The guy skittered to a halt at seeing Timmy, who walked forward and got a good look at the guy's face, rough and hard set, with blue eyes that looked weary, but Timmy knew who he was, "Chester." He said.
"Who…wait…Timmy?" Chester asked his eyes wide.
Before they could say anything else, the four guys' had caught up and surrounded Chester, "got you Mcbadbat." One said, going in to grab him.
Timmy punched the guy, sending him back, "no you don't." he said, Molly appeared next to Chester, both took up defensive stances beside him, "this guy's under my protection, you move against him, you move against me."
The men looked at the skinny man, "ha! We can take you down easily!"
"Really?" he asked, his hands starting to glow, Molly's right hand started to glow a deep blue.
The men took a few steps back, "they're godchildren, we can't take'em." One whispered.
"Your right, back to the cars." The four took off, running away.
Timmy smiled, watching them leave.
"So it's true…" Chester said behind him, he turned and looked at his friend, "You're a godchild."
"Yeah, I am." Timmy said, turning to him.
"Then you can help us…"
'Who?"
Chester led Timmy and Molly through the city, all around them people were bustling around, talking to one another, buying things, and trying to keep children in check.
"It's like these people weren't effected by the war." Molly said.
"Dimmsdale wasn't hit as bad as other places, they bounced back pretty quick with the help of the governor," Chester said, "of course, not everyone's in as good a shape as these people." He got to an old apartment building and opened the door, he looked around then walked in, Timmy and Molly followed.
As soon as they walked in they were met by a large number of people, some were sitting against the wall, not bothering to get up, while others came up to talk to Chester, or stare at Timmy and Molly, all of them seemed to know what they were, many started asking for things, others angrily asked why they couldn't use their power to go back and change the results of the war, others just stared at them numbly.
"Chester!" a little boy shouted, running up to him, "Aunt Cassie is asking for you."
"Tell her I got some business to take care of first, here, give her this food, it's all I could get today."
"Okay!" the boy said, running back, weaving through the crowd.
"Who are all these people?" Timmy asked.
"Vets of the war, orphans, widows, people who were most affected because of the war, they weren't wanted after the war, and left in the suburbs to rot, I rounded them up and brought them here."
"Suburbs would probably be a better place to keep them." Timmy said, "more room."
"We don't have the resources to make those houses livable."
"Is that what you need our help for?" Molly asked.
"That, and something else."
Timmy thought about it, "we might be able to help, but we'll need Dwight's help."
"Who?"
"Another god child, we'll message him as soon as we know he's not dead."
Chester nodded, "Thank you." He said, "but there's something else…a few days ago… the governors men came in, shooting the place up and rounded up a lot of people and took them away, I don't know what for, but I want to get them back…think you can help?"
Timmy thought about it, "where are they being held?"
"City hall, in the basement." Chester said, "Do you think you can like…poof them out?"
"No, I can't do that," Timmy said, leaning against the wall.
"What? Why?"
There's rules about magic you know, I can only transport myself and one other person as long as It doesn't exceed 220 pounds."
"Really? That's a rule?"
"Yep, and I weight 170, so unless they weigh 50 pounds each, then there's no way I can do it."
"You are not 170!" Chester exclaimed, looking at the skinny man.
"Don't let appearances fool you," Timmy said.
"Well, what about just poofing them out two at a time?"
"I have to be able to actually see them to be able to teleport, you know, line of sight kind of thing, it would also take too long and too much magic."
"What about you?" Chester asked, looking at Molly, "couldn't you help him?"
"I can't teleport, they never taught me." Molly said.
Chester groaned, "Come on! Is there anything you can do?"
Timmy smiled, "well we were created for war, so lets go to war."
John Smith sat at his post in front of city hall, an assault rifle across his lap, he had an old Gameboy in his hands and was playing Pokémon boredly, he heard someone walking up and looked up, seeing Timmy walking up the steps, he stood up, "Excuse me sir," he said, "the justice building is closed today."
Timmy looked at him, "well, I think this is city hall, not the justice building, so I'll just be walking in."
John raised his gun, "stay right there!"
"You don't want to do that kid." Timmy said.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" he asked, flipping the safety off.
Timmy sighed and snapped his fingers, making the gun turn into a snake, John screamed and threw it down, it turned back into a gun.
"W-what the…" john whispered.
Timmy held his hand up, "I'm short on time." He said, making the ground open up, making John fall into the crack, then made bars appear over the hole.
"LET ME OUT!"
"You didn't say please." Timmy said, walking into the building.
"The alarm's been disabled." Molly's voice said right beside Timmy, "You sure you don't need any more help?"
"Just keep following me." Timmy said, he watched as two guards ran at him from down the hall, he made the ground come up in front of them, making them run into it and knocking them out, "what have you gotten on this governor guy?"
"Nothing, Chester only knows that he was in the wars, other then that, nothing, it's like he's a ghost."
Timmy looked around, trying to locate the door that lead to the basement, when he found it he blasted it off it's hinges, he walked down the stairs, "I feel a strong power coming from this place…" Timmy muttered.
"I know, it's odd…"
Timmy got to another door and opened it slowly, revealing rows of cells, he held his hand up and the doors all unlocked, the people started walking out, "Chester sent me," he said, "go down that hall and there's a door leading to the sewers, make your way back to the apartments."
They all nodded and started moving, Timmy waved his hand, making the door appear, one guy ran over, "there's two people over here in shackles, we can't get them unlocked."
Timmy walked over and saw two people he hadn't seen in forever, "AJ, Trixie." He said.
AJ looked up, the young black man had gained some muscle since the last time Timmy saw him, his clothes looked like rags just like Chester's, "Timmy…" he said, "I never thought I'd see you again." He said weakly, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm bustin' you guy's out," Timmy said.
"Help Trixie first.'
Trixie was unconscious, but she was every bit as beautiful as Timmy remembered, he held his hand up, making the shackles on both of them unlock, Timmy caught Trixie before she hit the ground.
Molly watched from the side, is she the one on that photo? She thought, and watched with Jealousy as Timmy softly pushed her hair out of her face.
"Trixie," he said softly, making her stir.
"Huh…Timmy?" she asked softly.
"Yeah it's me." He said, "Are you alright?"
she suddenly grabbed Timmy's shirt, "they have her Timmy! They have her!"
"Who? Who are you talking about?" Timmy asked.
"Tootie! They got her, I tried to stop them but…but…" Tears sprang up in Trixie's eyes as she slowly past out again.
Timmy had stiffened up, he carefully handed her to AJ, "get her out," he muttered, "I got some more business to take care of." He stood and started walking towards the door, as he walked the bars on the cells started to melt.
Molly followed; she had never seen Timmy so mad, is it because they have Tootie? She thought to herself.
Timmy walked down the halls, as he walked more guards ran at him, instead of using magic he ran forward and started fighting them, using various fighting styles to take them down, soon there were no guards left, he picked one up, "there's a girl I'm looking for," he asked with icy calmness, "the prisoners said they took her up here, where is she?"
"I…I…"
"WHERE!"
"D-down the hall to the right!" he cried.
Timmy threw him to the side and continued to walk, now the walls and ground broke with the force of his anger, soon he got to the door and he forced them open with gale force winds. Four men were in the room, standing around a chair that had a woman on it, her hair was black and fell half-way down her back, her circular glasses were shattered and her clothes were torn, "Timmy!" she shouted. Timmy brought his hands together; a clap of thunder sounded and the men fell to the ground, electrocuted.
"Timmy, I knew you'd come!" Tootie shouted happily, "Quick untie me!"
Molly looked at the girl, I know why Timmy likes her, she's gorgeous, she thought, another pang of jealousy going through her.
Timmy took a step forward and held his hand up, "Who are you," he growled.
"W-what? I'm…I'm Tootie!"
Timmy sent a bolt of lightning at her, instantly the girl jumped out of the chair, the restraints falling away easily, she dodged the bolt and looked at Timmy, "What the hell! You almost hurt me Timmy!" she cried.
"Drop the act," Timmy snarled, "you're not Tootie, Tootie died three years ago, I watched her die myself, so I'll ask you one more time, WHO ARE YOU!"
The fake Tootie gave him a sickly sweet smile, "oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you were there, maybe if I was to look like this-" she snapped her fingers and her appearance and clothing changed, now she looked like Trixie, "is this better? Oh, but you already saw this little slut in the dungeons so it won't fool you now, oh well, better to show you who I really am." Another snap and she changed again, growing a couple of inches taller, her clothing changed into a green cloak with black trimming, she had on jeans that hugged her hips and a black tank top, her dark green eyes glared at Timmy and her orange hair was cut unevenly around her shoulders.
"Vickie," Timmy said.
"Surprise twerp." She said with an evil smile.
"How can you have magic? You never had a fairy."
"You're right, I've never had a fairy, but the anti-fairies are a great people," she walked around him, never taking her eyes off him, "now, why are you here twerp? I was expecting your idiot blonde friend to come in here guns blazing, but instead I get you, a skinny, little geek who looks like he needs a sandwich."
"Don't judge a book by it's cover.' Timmy said.
"True, however I don't think I want to read this book." She suddenly turned to him, sending a wave of destructive magical energy at him.
Timmy held his hands up, making the energy condense into his hands, he formed it into a ball and threw it back, making it explode right in front of Vickie, who had thrown up a shield before it could hurt her, "Not too bad twerp, your reflexes are good I'll admit." She held her hand out to the concrete ground, making it snake up and coil around him, then made several rebar's fly out of the concrete and go straight for him.
Timmy broke the concrete and dodged the rebar's, he grabbed one and changed it into a throwing spear, throwing it with all his might at Vickie, who brought the ground up again, her eyes widened in surprise as the spear broke through the wall and stopped right at her eye, "I'm impressed turner, you're a lot stronger than I gave you credit for."
Timmy was breathing hard; he had been using too much magical energy and was trying hard not to fall down.
"Aw, poor little turner, out of power already? Well I got gallons more to spare!" she shouted, sending another powerful wave of energy at him.
Before it could hit him it completely dissipated, Timmy stood up, feeling some of that energy going into him.
"What? How did you…"
Molly slowly appeared in front of Timmy, her right hand up, "turner may be out of power, but I still got plenty to spare bitch." Molly said.
Vickie started to throw another energy bomb but Molly made it expand rapidly in front of Vickie, causing an explosion that sent Vickie flying.
"Molly give me your hand." Timmy said.
"What?"
Timmy grabbed her hand and forced them to teleport just as Vickie came back, "NO!" she shrieked, "Come back and fight!"
Molly and Timmy appeared on top of a tower in the middle of Dimmsdale, molly pulled her hand roughly out of Timmy's, "Why'd you do that!" she shouted angrily, "We could've taken her!"
Timmy leant against an AC unit, breathing heavily, "No, we couldn't, I was out of power."
"Just because you were out doesn't mean I was!"
"Really?" he asked, "you're really pale right now, you look like you just ran a marathon.
She looked into a puddle and sure enough he was right, she looked drained, "but…I didn't even do that much magic!"
"I know, something in there was draining our magic, I don't know what it was, and we can't risk a fight in there until we know more."
She nodded, she sat down, "you alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine," he muttered.
"Are you sure? You used a lot of energy… and that whole thing with Tootie…and on top of that you transported both of us, even when it exceeded the limit"
"I said I'm fine." He said curtly, standing up, "lets go."