Sorry I've been gone so long guys…reeeaaallly long hiatus. I'm back now, and I'll be updating regularly again.
Trixie was holding Tootie in the air by the wound now, sparing no expense to draw every last agonizing minute out of her pain as much as possible. She dipped a long claw into the wound and took out some of the blood. She let it roll from the tip of her claws right into her mouth. She could feel all the control she had over what was happening, and it excited her.
She felt unstoppable.
Soon the little whore would be dead and Timmy would see that the only person he would ever need was her, and he would run to her embrace.
And she'd be there, waiting for him.
Tootie was in pain.
Her screams were dying down now and she was fading in and out of consciousness. She was losing too much blood, and she knew that if she didn't do something, she wouldn't last much longer. She looked over at Timmy, with her blurring vision. He was on the floor, but she couldn't tell if he was conscious or not. How she wished she could reach out to him one last time! How she wished she could tell him she loved him and would miss him when she died. How she…
Suddenly the voices started trailing into her mind.
"Damn it! My legs! My arms! Why won't they work! She's going to die and I'm helpless," came Timmy's voice floating into her head. It didn't sound like it was spoken out loud; it had a mysterious echoing sound to it.
It sounded just like when he was in her head in their dreamland together.
Suddenly it hit her: it was his thoughts! But how could she hear what he was thinking?
She closed her eyes and saw the red sparks flashing around in eyelids and simply hoped that they meant what she thought they did.
She closed her eyes and made a wish.
Timmy found himself in the dark, scared and alone, wondering how long before that monster killed Tootie and came after him.
Him? How could he be so selfish? Tootie was going to die, and he was concerned with HIS life?
Why not? That's all it's ever been about Timmy. You! YOU getting Trixie! YOU removing your enemies! Manipulating the world for YOUR sick benefit!
Suddenly, mirrors started rising out of the ground, giving him a good look at himself.
"Look at it! Look at the one you've done all this for! He's looking right back at you! Look at him!"
Timmy looked up and saw himself. But something about him was different. The eyes he was looking into were soulless. Devoid of any real feeling. They seemed to be judging him with the same cool aloofness he had used to judge everyone else he had hurt.
He fell to his knees and broke down into tears. He couldn't take any more. He couldn't stand the cold stares leveling daggers at his body.
He had become an even bigger monster than Trixie and his shame was unbearable. He wanted to end the madness that he created.
But it only got worse.
Each of the mirror-Timmys began to morph into a different person. All of a sudden, he was surrounded by those he had held dear and who were now dead at the hands of his negligence.
His mom, his dad, Chester, and AJ.
They made a gruesome caricature standing there staring at him. He was scared, and he was even more afraid that they might have wanted recompense for his sins.
They came crawling out of the glass towards him, each with a look of disgust and rage in their eyes.
Timmy…
Each of them edged closer and closer towards him, their mangled bloody faces whispering his name, with the smell of bloodlust mingled in with their rot and decay.
Timmy…
Their hands reaching out at him, he tried to move backwards, but found he had nowhere to run.
Timmy…
They leaned in on him now, as their hands began to reach out and put an end to the soul that had cost them so much pain.
"Timmy!"
He jumped awake into a sitting position to find himself on the floor outside of the rubble that was once the hospital room, staring out at an empty parking lot.
What happened? He remembered what was happening up to the point of blacking out, and wondered how come he was still alive. He should have been dead at that point, but something had saved him.
"Don't you mean someone?"
The voice echoed around inside his head.
Where was it coming from?
A gentle hand placed itself in his, and he turned around to see Tootie standing there, clothes in tatters, with a strip of cloth tied around the wound in her shoulder. The bleeding seemed to have lessened, but the toll on her was evident. She was paler than usual, and seemed a bit shaky, but she was smiling that kind of smile that made you know that, for the most part, she was okay.
And with that touch he felt a spark of magic pass between them. She had gained some of his magic! It must have been when they were inside each other's minds. She must have unconsciously absorbed some of his powers, and she had used them to defeat Trixie, he surmised, as he looked over at what was the once again human Trixie, who was now out cold, moaning on the ground.
How? He'd figure all that out later. Right now, he was just glad she was okay…
The muzzle flame and the immediately following bullet that hit him interrupted his current train of thought and sent him careening into the earth again.