Welcome to the Disclaimer....This is the part of the story where the author comes out and tells you that they own no part of Jimmy Neutron, its characters, or its artwork. Anything here is strictly fictional and of the authors own workings.
A.N. Thanks for the feedback and your patience. I especially find the constructive critisicm VERY helpful.
Cindy paced back and forth in her living room, too angry with herself for having cared about the well being of the 'know-it-all braniac ' across the street.
'I can't believe that I wasted my time worrying about that…that…ARGH!' she finished, unable to find the appropriate adjective to properly describe her current distaste for him. She paced a few more times before she settled into a relaxing tai chi position, centering herself.
'Why am I freaking out?' she started to reason as she relaxed. 'So I went over to check on him. Isn't that what any normal person would do?' she changed positions in one fluid motion.
'It's not like I would completely ignore him if he were in danger or hurt,' She continued her internal reveling, 'I just don't understand why he doesn't get that. I came running over, BAREFOOT, to make sure he was ok! Why can't he appreciate that?' Cindy ended her question with a sharp punch.
She took deep slow breaths till her pulse steadied again and finished with a set of relaxing stretches before returning to the couch. Aimlessly she flipped through channels unable to settle into anything. After cycling through the mindless entertainment before her, she turned the TV off and headed up the stairs taking two at a time. Once in her room, she again began pacing deciding whether to do her homework or take a shower. Deciding on the former she pulled out a binder and an oversized textbook, laying them on her desk with a thud. She let out a deep sigh, her gaze shifting around her room and eventually out the window. The streetlights were on now. Car lights glanced off of houses and sidewalks. The Neutron's house lights were on in the kitchen, and the living room, and Jimmy's room, and in the lab…
'Jeeze! Doesn't he know how to conserve energy?'
Cindy looked back at her books deciding they could wait till tomorrow and headed for the shower. Sixty blissful and fragrant minutes later Cindy emerged refreshed and relaxed. She passed the bedroom window managing not to look out of it to take a peek at Jimmy's house.
'Nothing's going on Cindy. It's probably dark by now anyways,' she reasoned.
'Wait, why do I even care what he is up to after tonight?' In defiance she deliberately looked out her window to prove to herself that nothing was happening. All the lights were off across the street. 'See,' she told herself 'nothing is going on.'
Something, in fact, was happening, or did happen from the time Cindy had stormed out of Jimmy Neutron's yard until she looked out across the street for the third time that night. What Jimmy had thought to be Cindy setting off his silent alarm by trying to break in, a harmless and noble attempt on her part, was actually something much more vile and sinister. Under the guise of a daring rescue attempt, the true alarm tripper went unnoticed by sheer luck. For at the same moment that the villain had set off the alarm, Cindy Vortex was pounding down the door of the clubhouse.
This fortunate event for our villain gave him extra time in which to execute his revenge. Jimmy was too preoccupied by yelling at Cindy, who then stormed off back to her house in a huff, to notice that the internal lab alarm was going off as well as the external one.
After Cindy's dramatic departure Jimmy eventually returned to a movie he was no longer interested in. Finding that the screen in front of him was now a blur of colors and sounds, he headed upstairs to sort through his thoughts as he did the menial work assigned to him from his high school. It wasn't long till boredom and disinterest tore at Jimmy. He pulled out a fresh sheet of paper writing on the top "Cynthia Vortex A.K.A: Cindy". Jimmy dated the first margin and began relaying the events on paper from that morning's English class, the afternoon walk home, and up to the point where Cindy stormed off later that night upset that he wasn't lying in a bloody heap on the lab floor.
'If I can write out all that I have observed today, perhaps I can rationalize her actions in a more scientific and logical mater' he told himself.
Jimmy continued writing for forty-five minutes straight when his hand cramped up and he concluded that his time could prove more fruitful working in the lab instead of deconstructing the female psyche.
As he headed toward the clubhouse he realized that it had been a while since he saw Goddard. Jimmy tried to contact him via his watch but received no response. Checking for Goddard's signal he found it emanating from the lab. 'Maybe his comlink is just broken, that should be an easy fix. And I've been meaning to update his processor…'
Jimmy yanked out a strand of his hair and held it in front of his DNA scanner and waited. When the door didn't open, Jimmy tried again but still no response.
'Dang it Cindy!' He thought 'I can't believe that you broke my DNA scanner! First this rollercoaster of YOUR emotions I'm being dragged on and then my failed attempt to scientifically reason you out and now this!'
He punched the wall out of his frustration. The door creaked open an inch. A perplexed look crossed Jimmy's face.
'Unusual.' He remarked in his head, 'It is unlikely that Cindy broke the door open as well as my scanner. In fact it is highly improbable that she was able to break the locks on this door. It could only be done by someone with much more fire power.'
Jimmy pushed the door open and stepped inside the darkened clubhouse. His foot kicked something hard and metal. He reached down, hands outstretched cautiously to find the object. He connected with a cold, rectangular metal box. Feeling the sides, he found tube-like protrusions extending out, one leading to a large metal oval shape with a familiar hard plastic top. He had found Goddard. He carefully picked up his incapacitated pooch and headed warily for the stairs. At the bottom, Jimmy was again surprised and perplexed to find the labs main entrance open. The darkness in the room seemed to reach out and grab him, sucking him into the abyss of darkness.
"Vox, lights."
Nothing happened. Jimmy tried again.
"Vox. Lights."
He cautiously took a few steps inward. A dark, deep cackle rolled out of the darkness.
"Welcome Jimmy. I hope you don't mind me making myself comfortable".
The voice was familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it. He wasn't sure from where…
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my lab!?" Jimmy called out to the unseen intruder.
"Ha! Figured that time would slow your mind. As for me, the solitude and primitive lifestyle I have led these past years has developed my brain exponentially."
The voice was grating, with a very mature timbre to it.
"Still can't figure it out!? And they call you a genius. Ha! I can run circles around your oversized head! And I've been living in the Cretaceous age!!"
As his voice reached a crescendo, a light flicked on in Jimmy's brain.
"Cousin…Eddie?" he asked.
"Ha! Took you long enough!"
"But…but….I…we left you in…in…"
"I know! In Cretaceous Retroville! Well guess what! While you were busy getting soft, I was busy planning my revenge!"
Eddie's horrendous cackle reverberated off the walls, piercing Jimmy's ears with their destructive tones.
"What do you want Eddie?" Jimmy spat out.
"What do I want? What do I want!? I thought that would be obvious, Cousin. What could possibly posses me to want to travel through space and time to be here now? Hmmm… let me think…" his pause dripped with sarcasm.
The silence lengthened.
"Well….?"Jimmy finally broke it.
"You really are dense Jimmy. It's simple. Revenge."
With the last word, Jimmy's body was forced backwards by an electromagnetic force, knocking him against the far wall of the lab. Goddard's limp form slammed into his chest, an audible crunching sound could be heard coming from Jimmy's chest. Various parts from around the lab hurtled towards him. Half of a large experiment barely missed his head, the other half landed on his legs pinning him to the floor. Smaller objects followed, scraping his still exposed upper body. Something hard and round found an area of his head, knocking him out momentarily. Jimmy's consciousness came in short bursts. He heard approaching footsteps, Eddie's deep chuckle, and then hot breath on his face.
"Heh, heh, heh," Eddie muttered maniacally, "Have a nice life, Cousin."
Eddie stood and stalked towards the open lab door. Before leaving the room, he slammed a small detonator that he held in his hand onto the wall. Jimmy heard a beeping that pounded in his head like a drum making every part of his body ache with pain. It continued for what seemed like hours, but with his loose grip on reality it could have been only seconds.
'Make it stop…' he thought. 'Please God!! Make it stop!!'
As if on cue the detonator let out one final long beep. The room fell deathly silent before it was rocked with a horrible explosion. The force sent chunks of wall and steel flying through the air, caving in the entrance and covering Jimmy with fresh shrapnel and dust. Jimmy lost all consciousness and lay there buried under his lab and destroyed experiments as his cousin turned the corner at the end of the street and disappeared into the night.
Bru-ha-ha-ha!!! What will happen next?!!