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Chapter Fourteen: Noticing
Timmy held his head as the bus lurched forward, over another bump.
"Car sick, Timmy?" Sanjay asked, climbing over his own seat to hang on the ledge of the one if front of him.
"I guess so. My head has been pounding since last night." He rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the pain. Maybe they shouldn't have done all those crazy things over the past three days. It was really starting to take its toll.
"It's the lake water!" AJ piped in. "I told you it was radioactive, but did you listen to me? No!"
"AJ, I'm sure it wasn't the lake. You swam in it, and you're fine."
The genius frowned, a little upset at having been proven wrong.
"Now, as soon as you step out of that bus, you will become men." Crocker said this, almost tearing up. He remembered the day he walked out after spending three days in the wilderness.
The kids all ran out of the bus, enjoying their newfound status.
As soon as the last kid was off, Crocker jumped out, slamming the doors behind him. "It's a trap! You fell for it!" He pointed to each of the children, laughing mockingly at them. "Now your lives will head downhill from here. Your grades will slip as you realize middle school, high school, and college are more difficult. You'll struggle through a minimum wage job just to make ends meet, but you'll still end up living in your parent's basement. Then the day will come when you finally get your degree and get a real job, but all your coworkers will call you a failure and look down on you! Soon, you'll realize your life devoted to school has robbed you of all, if any, social skills you once possessed. Girls will grimace at the mention of your name. You'll die old and alone with only the mice living under your mattress to mourn your death!"
There was complete silence from the crowd of students as they watched their teacher make a scene.
"You guys just want to head to my house?" AJ asked his friends, completely ignoring his insane teacher. He had already graduated from college, he was set and successful! Elementary school was just something he did on the side for social interaction.
"Sure!" Chester said, always excited to go to his much wealthier friend's house. They had great food there!
Timmy waved them on. "I'm going to pass; I just want to get some sleep."
"Bye, Timmy." They all said as they walked in the direction of AJ's house.
"How was the trip? Did you have fun?" Anti-Cosmo asked, taking the boy's pack from him. He better give this to Anti-Wanda later. All the clothes would need washing, and it smelled like something was rotting inside. Knowing Timothy, something probably was. On second thought, he tossed the bag into the kitchen's waste chute.
"Yeah. Loads. As soon as we got Crocker out of our hair, we were able to do some real manly stuff. We went hiking, we slept outside, and we hunted for our own food!"
Wait. Hunted? The child was ten. "How did you hunt?"
"Well, it wasn't exactly hunting." Timmy admitted. "We just ransacked the mess hall for the teachers' stash of food. It was close enough to finding food in the wild."
"Speaking of food, would you like something to eat?" The boy had to be starving. Anti-Cosmo was no fool; he knew exactly what went in camp food.
"No, I want to go to sleep. I think I'm coming down with something." His head was still killing him. With enough luck, and some sleep, he would feel better in the morning. It had been a long weekend.
Anti-Cosmo placed his hand on hid godson's forehead. It was a little warm for a human. "You head upstairs. I'll tell Anti-Wanda not to disturb you."
As expected, Timmy was full on sick the next day. He was vomiting and had a high fever.
Anti-Cosmo figured it was food poisoning from the camp. It would pass over the next day, but as the next day arrived, Timmy did not get better, he only got worse. The days after that didn't look any better.
The child's face had paled out, he was always sweating, and the worst part was that he was not always there. It seemed like his godson was drifting in and out of consciousness most of the time.
After the third day, Anti-Cosmo called in Dr. Anti-Rip Studwell.
The doctor, who was all business and no jokes, unlike his counterpart, examined Timmy. He wasn't quite sure if Anti-Cosmo should have called him. He was an anti-fairy doctor, not a human doctor. "You know, I think a human doctor would be better. Anti-Fairies and humans don't even share the same anatomy."
"I cannot send him to the human world. There is no one I would trust more than you, my friend." Anti-Cosmo had a lot of faith in Anti-Rip Studwell. He was the best doctor in Anti-Fairy World and his own personal physician. The anti-fairy was a miracle worker.
It was nice to see his leader had a lot of faith in him, but it didn't change the fact he had never worked on a human before. "I'll run some tests. Maybe I can pick something up."
When Anti-Cosmo did not show up that day for work, Anti-Binky knew he had succeeded.
That brat would soon fall apart, devastating Anti-Cosmo.
The view of Anti-Fairy seemed breathtaking now.
He gazed out of his window with a knowing smirk.
Just a few more days and all of this would be his.
Then, they would attack! Fairy World wouldn't stand a chance.
The pansy fairies would never see it coming! By the time they realized what was happening, he would have already taken Jorgen down. Once that huge lug was gone, the rest of the takeover would be a walk in the park.
How far along was that brat? Were his internal organs failing yet? Had he lost the ability to digest food yet? Had his brain melted into a puddle of pinkish-gray goo?
For a second, he almost felt bad for the godchild. Almost. Sacrifices had to be made; the kid's death was the first step for anti-fairy domination. They would get all the godkids and all the power that came with granting wishes.
It was nothing against Timmy. It was just the boy held the unfortunate position as Anti-Cosmo's godchild. Poor kid. But it would all be worth it.
When he became supreme anti-fairy, he would have control of the rules. What should he do first? Forbid the existence of fairies? No, that would be a waste. He could always enslave them, forcing them into a life of hard labor.
There was so much to think about! When should he launch his attack? Maybe he could launch the coup de tat and attack Fairy World on the day of the kid's funeral. Anti-Cosmo and the fairies would have their guard down.
So many decisions to make, so little time!
"I think I've found the problem." Anti-Rip Studwell handed the medical chart to Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, whom had been waiting outside. "I don't think you're going to like the results."
"What's with all them fancy num'er thingys'?" Anti-Wanda asked, unable to decipher the chart.
Anti-Cosmo felt his anger rising at an alarming rate. "It's the chemical structure and components of Timothy's blood." He pointed to one of the line graphs. "This is not consistent with human hemoglobin. This chemical structure is the same as Smoof."
"Yes, I'm afraid he has Smoof poisoning." The doctor could not believe it either. Smoof had been outlawed and all remaining samples collected a few millennia ago, there was no way any anti-fairy could have access to it, let alone a human child. How had he even come in contact with Smoof? There were trace amounts of it on earth, but not enough to give the child a case of poisoning this bad. Even if that had been the case, he would have most likely inhaled it, causing it to be found in his respiratory system, not in his blood stream. "This is the work of someone; no way could he have naturally encountered such a high amount of Smoof."
There was only one place in anti-fairy would where Smoof was stored in high quantities. The military research center. There was only one anti-fairy with clearance to take as much as he wanted.
Anti-Binky.
Anti-Cosmo knew that damned anti-fairy was daft, but this was ridiculous. How stupid did you have to be to pull this off? Who else would he accuse?
He would deal with that traitor later, there was something more important. "We need to get Timothy to the hospital right away before the damage is irreversible."
"We can't do that. It's pretty obvious who did this." Even Anti-Rip Studwell knew it was Anti-Binky. Everyone knew he held a grudge against Anti-Cosmo for taking his chance at being supreme anti-fairy. "If we put him in Anti-Fairy World Hospital, Anti-binky may come. I can't deny him entry to the hospital, nor am I strong enough to stop him. He may just overpower all the guards to finish Timothy off."
Anti-Cosmo bit his lower lip. The doctor was right. What could he do? He didn't have the proper equipment in his castle for a procedure this big, nor could he bring them here.
"You know, there is one place we can send him where Anti-Binky can't get to him."
"No! I would never trust those nincompoops with my godson." Anti-Cosmo was horrified at the thought.
"What choice do you have?"
Jorgen still couldn't believe it.
The anti-fairies had no choice but to ask the fairies for Timothy's safe harbor in Fairy World, just until he was better.
This was so humiliating on Anti-Cosmo's part. He couldn't take care of his godson in his own world; he had to send him to his enemy's territory. How embarrassing.
Anti-Rip Studwell had shown everything to Jorgen, but the fairy was difficult to reason with. He wasn't taking any of this seriously! He kept laughing at them, saying 'You puny evil fairies need our help?'
"Jorgen!" Anti-Cosmo snapped. Timothy was getting sicker by the second; he didn't have this kind of time to waste. "So help me, if you don't agree I will tell everyone what really happened to your first godchild!"
"No!" Jorgen stopped his laughter immediately. What happened then was quickly swept under the rug, never to be brought back. "Anything but that!"
Now he had the upper hand. Sometimes, it was good to be the bad guy. "Then I assume you will grant us permission to use Fairy World Hospital to treat Timothy, correct?"
"Okay, anything you want, just don't tell anyone." Jorgen was desperate; he would be ruined if his secret got out!
"Perfect. Now, I want this to remain private. No fairies or anti-fairies are to discover Timothy's whereabouts, nor are they to learn of this agreement. Also, I do not want your incompetent doctors laying a finger on my godson. All medical procedures will be administered by Anti-Rip Studwell here. Lastly, you will speak of this to no one, not even anti-fairy council members. Understand?"
"Yeah, I got it."
A private room was quickly set up for Timmy in the hospital.
Naturally, Rip Studwell and a few of the top nurses had to be informed of the situation. Someone needed to be watching Timmy at all times to make sure his situation did not worsen.
The poison removal was set for two days later. It would take a while to gather the proper tools needed. Smoof poisoning had been taken off the procedures list when all the Smoof had been gathered, the remaining equipment distributed or taken apart to build new hospital gear.
Anti-Wanda had sent Foop to her sister so she could take care of her godson. She spent a lot of time in his room, catering to his needs, which were decreasing by the day as he lost function of his body.
Anti-Cosmo tried to spend as much time with Timothy as possible, but he couldn't be gone for too long. He didn't want anyone to suspect anything with his constant absences from Anti-Fairy World.
Anti-Binky had his feet up on his desk, asleep in his chair. Work was slow today, so he figured he might as well.
His door slammed open, waking him up with a jump, causing him to fall out of his chair. "Anti-Cosmo!" He picked himself up. "I haven't seen much of you lately. How have you been?"
"Work's been tiring, but that's not why I'm here." Anti-Cosmo had his arms crossed over his chest. "I want your letter of resignation on my desk first thing tomorrow."
"What?" Where did this come from?
"Did I stutter? I'm forcing to quit. You can do it with honor, claiming you wish to retire, or I can make it a public menace on your behalf. The choice is yours."
"Anti-Cosmo, perhaps we can discuss this?" This wasn't supposed to happen.
"I do not have time; there is somewhere I need to be. Tomorrow morning. No later. Goodbye." The supreme anti-fairy left, ignoring Anti-Binky's pleas to return.
Anti-Binky stared at the spot where Anti-Cosmo had been. No one made a fool out of him! Anti-Cosmo must have figured out it was him whom has sickened the godchild.
He grabbed the phone off his desk, phoning the secretary.
"Hello, Anti-Binky, how may I help you?" The anti-fairy asked through the phone.
"Is Anti-Cosmo in?" If Anti-Cosmo thought he was an idiot, he'd prove him wrong!
"No, not today."
"Oh, that's a shame. I needed to discuss something important with him. Can you tell me what's on his schedule today so I can contact him later?"
There the sound of paper shuffling. "Right now he has a meeting in Fairy World, later he-"
"That's good enough, thank you." He hung up the phone.
Fairy World? Is that where he was hiding the boy? Did he think he could cover it up with one of those political 'chats'?
He had to finish off the boy to make his plan work. If he was going to slip into Fairy World, there would have to be some kind of a commotion happening or else he would get caught.
Anti-Binky picked up his phone once more, dialing a different number this time. "Hello? Fairy News Network? Have I got a lead for you..."
Early update! Only because I love you guys!
Uh-Oh it looks like Anti-Binky is much smarter than Anti-Cosmo gave him credit for.
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