Chapter Two
The following morning was the usual routine for Timmy: Waking up, eating the ubiquitous Cold Cereal - Dad's 'Mold Merial', then getting out to the school bus, getting ignored by Trixie after she got on, and trying to play down Tootie's advances when she got on as well.
However, Timmy did notice some nasty bruise marks on Tootie's arms. "Vicky?" Timmy asked quietly.
Tootie nodded and went quiet. Timmy was not a fan of Tootie, but what kind of person would do that to her, he thought. Vicky really was in a class of her own when it came to bullying.
"I know that Vicky treats you badly, Timmy", Tootie said quietly, "so please don't concern yourself about me. I worry about you".
Timmy nodded and just sat quietly in the bus, waiting for the trip to end. There was ample evidence on Tootie's arms for Vicky to be arrested and charged with assault, but given Vicky's hold over her parents, any chance of their testifying against her ranged from slim to none.
"Well, here we are at school once again", Timmy mumbled as the bus pulled up, "at least it will take my mind off things". On his lunchbox, Cosmo and Wanda nodded. They too were not impressed at Tootie's suffering from Vicky.
The school morning was tedious. Today, Mr. Crocker was boring Timmy and his class with another lecture from the 'Crocker Takes Over The World' textbook, so it was a relief when class was dismissed for lunch. However, in the lunch room, his lunch was interrupted by Francis, who gave him his 'black-and-blue plate special".
Nodding in satisfaction, Francis stalked away to find the next person on his bullying list. As Timmy got up off the floor, sporting a number of bruises and scratches from Francis' attentions, Tootie came up to him.
"First Vicky, now Francis", she complained, "isn't there any justice at all in the world?"
Timmy didn't answer, but Tootie's use of the word 'justice' reminded himself of the surprise that Wanda and Cosmo had in store for Vicky this evening. It was a pity that he couldn't tell Tootie about it, but maybe he could help her out...
Timy excused himself from Tootie and took his lunchbox to the nearby bathroom. Closing one of the commode doors behind him, he said to his lunchbox, "I wish that after Vicky leaves her house to baby-sit me, that the Justice Field was established over there as well".
"Aw, that's sweet of you, Timmy", Wanda said as she granted the wish.
"Well, don't get the idea that I'm warming up to Tootie", Timmy reminded her, "I just don't like the idea of Vicky being a total tyrant and torturer. No one deserves suffering at her hands".
After school ended for the day, Timmy headed back home, this time taking the bus. He tried to take his mind off Tootie's bruises. For some reason, the vision of them were really sticking in his mind. The thought stayed with him as he got off the bus outside his house.
As he got to the front door, Cosmo and Wanda poofed from Timmy's lunchbox up to the fishbowl in Timmy's room. When Timmy got inside the front door, he noticed that his Mom and Dad were already there. They had changed into their salesman clothes - their second jobs were at the Wall-To-Wall Mart - and were just about ready to leave.
"Timmy", Mrs. Turner said, "I've left you and Vicky some food in the refrigerator, so neither of you will go hungry".
Timmy nodded, but it was the same routine: Vicky eating all of the food and leaving him with nothing at all. Thanks to Wanda and Cosmo, he had some Beef Jerky handy to munch on over the last few evenings, so he didn't go hungry, but still, it was another example of Vicky's vindictiveness.
Speaking of Vicky... the door bell rang. Mr. Turner went to answer it. Vicky was outside, doing a poor show of hiding a medeival flail behind her back. and having an insincere smile pasted on her face.
"Thanks for coming. Have a good evening, Vicky", Mr. Turner said as he and Mrs. Turner headed out the door and to the car.
"Have a good shift", Vicky said to them, waving her (flail-less) hand. As they left, Vicky closed and locked the door.
Just then, there was a brief flash. Vicky blinked, then smirked at Timmy.
"Must be summer lightning", she theorized (wrongly), "a perfect omen for tonight's torture session, Twerp".
Timmy knew diferently. He heard a voice in his head say, "This domicile is now within the parameters of the Justice Field. Within this field it is impossible to commit any criminal act".
"Whats this?" Vicky asked with a sneer as she saw aome magazines stacked on a nearby table, "more comics? I thought I wood chipped them all. A pity I left it behind today. However, there is your fireplace..."
She put the comic books in the fireplace in the living room, then threw a match onto them. However, they didn't burn.
"What the?" Vicky mused. It was a good thing that she wasn't watching what was going on back at her house. Her collection of Chip Skylark fanzines in her room all of a sudden burst into flame. The smoke alarm went off and Mr. Flannigan - carrying a fire extinguisher - entered her room and saw her pile of magazines going up. He extinguished the fire, but wondered what had happened to make them burn.
Back at Timmy's house, Timmy looked with barely suppressed amusement as Vicky tried first to burn his comics, then attempting tear them up. Timmy's comics didn't rip, but Mr. Flannigan's eyes widened as he saw the unburned remainders of Vicky's fanzines tearing up on their own accord.
"Since you're busy here, I think I'll go to my room and do my homework", Timmy said.
"That's what you think, Twerp!", Vicky said, grabbing him by the neck. She started squeezing his throat, but Timmy didn't feel like he was choking. Instead, Vicky started gagging.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh", Vicky croaked. She released her grip on Timmy's neck, and all of a sudden, she could breathe again.
"Anything the matter, Vicky?" Timmy asked, failing to suppress a smile. Vicky saw his expression.
"Think its funny, do you, Twerp?" she snarled. She slapped Timmy across the face, but again, Timmy didn't feel any pain. Instead, Vicky went "Ow!", and felt her cheek.
"What's happening?" Vicky said shakily, "you didn't hit me, I hit you, but I was hit instead... I don't feel so good".
"Maybe you should have something to eat", Timmy suggested, "you must have had a hard day at Dimmsdale High. Something in your stomach will help".
"Good idea, Twerp", Vicky said, "get the food and serve it up!".
Timmy went to the kitchen, put the dinner his Mom had prepared into the microwave, and heated it up. After it was heated, he placed the food onto two plates. Vicky was seated at the table when he brought it in. Vicky smiled at the two plates.
"You never learn do you, Twerp?" Vicky snarled as she took both plates.
"First mine", she said as she scarfed hers down. Timmy just watched. After she finished, she turned her attention to Timmy's plate.
"Now yours", she said, but strangely, after she chewed and swallowed, there was no sensation of the food going down into her stomach. Timmy however felt the food appear in his throat going down into his stomach. Vicky was chewing and swallowing the meal, but Timmy was benefiting from it!
"For some reason, I'm feeling full watching you eat", Timmy said to Vicky as she tried to get Timmy's food eaten.
"Whats going on?" Vicky asked, "I'm not enjoying your food, and you're not looking hungry!"
"Why don't you just lay down, Vicky?", Timmy suggested. He was smiling broadly at what the Justice Field was doing to her.
Vicky nodded and went to the living room to sit down.
Timmy went upstairs to his room. As soon as he closed the door, Wanda and Cosmo poofed out of the fishbowl.
"This is great!", Timmy said to them, "Vicky's getting everything she's inflicting! Sweet!"
"That's great, Sport!", Wanda said.
"Not as sweet as Kevin though", Cosmo added, referring to his pet rock.
"Will you cut it out?" Wanda said to Cosmo exasperatingly, "that rock has no mind of its own - like you at times".
"Now you hurt Kevin's feelings!", Cosmo complained.
Wanda poofed up an anvil over Cosmo's head, but she forgot one thing: the Justice Field covered everyone in the house. The Anvil hit Cosmo, but he didn't feel any pain. On the other hand. Wanda suddenly dropped to the floor. She lay there with stars circling over her head.
"Sweet!", Cosmo said, "goodbye headaches!"
"Let me know when the walls stop spinning", Wanda said groggily.