Author Note: Chapter 2 reporting for duty:D Can't really update these days ;

Timmy and Jimmy DO NOT belong to me. I merely borrowed them xD.

Another day passed, another day of internal torment. It was now 1:34 and the genius was wide-awake in his bed. He felt as if the poignant feelings had overtaken everything now, like a foreboding of things to come. Tonight was the ultimate example of it, like the conclusion of an epic had come at last. He couldn't take it anymore! The boy quickly slipped on a pair of pants and a jacket. His old friend and pet, Goddard, jolted on.
"Shh…I'm just going out for some fresh air," he whispered with care as he patted the mechanical pup. He then opened and climbed out of his windows. He sneaked by his parents' windows to confirm they were asleep. Just as he began his descent, he noticed a nearby figure stroll down the sidewalk. Using his new animalistic instincts, he hid behind his house's chimney.

This was it…Timmy couldn't take another step, hunger and exhaustion paving the way for his demise.
"Honey, please stop and eat something!" Wanda's voice pleaded.
"Yeah Timmy, you'll get hurt real bad!" Cosmo's request followed. Timmy opened his rucksack and faced with empty eyes his two beloved friends. He smiled at them, just to let them know he was 'all right' and closed the bag. The boy stopped and turned to face a rather familiar looking house.
"Oh God…of all the places…" he said defeated. Right in that moment, his body caved in to need. The boy fell to his knees, eyes glazed with tears. The last thing he felt was the sting of his last memory of the house when everything went black.

When Jimmy heard a nearby thud, he felt every hair stand on end. It was an all too familiar sound; it reminded him of…prey. His inner demon relished at the thought of the target, for Jimmy's human mind did not allow the consumption of human meat. And by the look of the fellow, it would only ease the misery. A win-win situation if I ever saw one. Letting his primal emotions lead, the young genius crept closer, and leaped to the soft grass ever so lightly as to not arouse suspicion. When he finally arrived, he took one last glance around; to make sure no surprise witnesses came. Perfect.

With a controlled strength, Jimmy turned the tattered body around, noticing that it was still alive. But all animal sentiments disappeared when the prodigy saw who lay under the forgotten rags. Suddenly, a name sprang up in his mind, a name that somehow Jimmy recognized as the victim's name.

"Timmy…Turner?"

A soft grunt escaped the teen's throat before he replied. "That's my name, don't wear it out."

"Hold on tight." Jimmy said while he held on to the prematurely withering frame. He didn't know if it was either the gallant desire to help or the years of guilt that drove him to help his forgotten friend but he knew that the boy needed nutrients and apparently some antibiotics to survive. He entered the kitchen door through a hidden key and placed Timmy on the soft seat and began looking for something to feed his friend. Jimmy knew this was a relatively mild case of food depravation but all the scientific knowledge in the world couldn't stop him from thinking of the worst. Please don't die…you have to hear me apologize, to hear me beg you forgiveness.