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Chapter XV: Ancient Sins
Clockwork
"I don't get it Clockwork, fairies and anti-fairies? Dan breaking some ancient treaty and allying with these creatures. I'm sorry, but it sounds too farfetched," Danny said as I sighed realizing the absurdity to him but he need to understand what was going. "What was that said about the rules and those two getting in trouble is Walker after him," he said as Cosmo's eyes grew wide.
"AHHH Chuck Norris is after us, Wanda we have to hide," the fairy panicked grabbing his wife by the arm who hit him on the head. "I love you too Wanda," he said making cute eyes as she rolled her eyes in frustration.
"I know it is a lot to take in but is all true, and if Dan Phantom is not stopped all worlds will fall to his hunger for destruction," I told him. "We need to send to message to the outside world that we need help," I said smiling turning towards Taroku.
"Why are you looking at me like that," he asked defensively, "oh no I am not going to sneak out if that's what me to do," he said as I shook my head at him.
"No, I need you to get in contact with Timothy via telepathy. He will be able to get the message to its recipients," I explained to him, "it is our only hope of stopping Dan before he succeeds" I told as he looked at me strangely. "What is wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"I don't know if I can do it, I mean telepathy is bugbrain's department, not mine. Even it works Aunt F will know about it and he'll get in trouble," he protested nervously. "Plus that flaming freak might try to stop us," he said as Wanda came to the front.
"We may not have our wands but we can help you," she said as I smiled, "You can do it, Taroku, you have to get in contact with Timmy," she said as he sighed and agreed to our plan.
Anti-Binky
"You have the people you wanted under lock and key. Why do we have to wait to destroy the planet?" I asked Dan furiously. If I had known this is what he had in stored I would have let him rot in that thermos. "I have had enough this planning and subterfuge, I am in charge here and I say we attack," I said as Dan glared at me.
"You're in charge?" He said breaking into laughter, "oh please if it wasn't for me your revolution would have failed and Anti-Cosmo would have had you exiled," he snapped as his fair flared up in anger. "I am the one calling the shots here and if you want to continue breathing I suggest you shut up," he snarled showing his fangs like a snake.
I wanted to retort but something about Dan's voice told me that was not wise. Though I hated to admit he was right, it was his plans that led us to victory and allowed me to make sure Anti-Cosmo would not pose a threat to me. "What are you plans?" I asked him in defeat as he smiled.
"No doubt my younger self will want to contact his friends for help," he said gazing towards the hall where the cells are located. "I say we let them come, the more the merrier. Then once they are here I will destroy them leaving Danny no choice but to become me," he said laughing.
"What if they try something funny, all our plans would be for naught," I asked worriedly as he smiled.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of that but if you feel safer you can have your forces ready," he said as I nodded. "Now if you excuse me I have a destiny to prepare for," he said disappearing in a green mist leaving me to prepare for our guests.
Vlad
"That's it my dear, think about that," I said watching Ms. de Garmeaux read the note I sent her. I had watched her for sometime thanks to my spy cams in Casper High and she was cut from the same cloth as I was. She would make sure Danielle did not have a moment's rest and pay for betraying me. "I've had enough of this channel let's see Timothy was up to," I said tuning into the bugs in the boy house.
That pompous holy man had left the room leaving the children alone, "Way to go hishou you just bought yourself a one-way ticket to Hell," that Dexter child taunted Timothy who frowned. "It's not as the though you ever had a chance of salvation anyway," the older child went on before the child enough and went up to his room.
When he reached the upstairs he carefully avoided the middle door in the all as if it contained a monster. "Is that you haikeihishou?" a malevolent voice asked as the door opened and a shadowy figure pulled the child into the room.
"Maddie," I said to my computer curiously, "who is that ruffian?" I asked her as the holographic image of one true love appeared and analyzed the scene.
"That is Derek, honey cakes, He is Stryke's cousin. He was arrested a number of times and jailed. Currently he is serving house for attempted arson Vladdie pie," she told me as I studied the boy. He might prove useful to me in the future. "There are rumors that he inherited some of his ancestor's mystic genes and is honing his skill in the dark arts," she said as I raised an eyebrow at him. I don't believe in magic but it is clear he has some talent. "However, he is known for his cruelty and has been known to kill anyone who stands in his way," my dearest said as I turned I bit green.
"Still, I would hate to waste his talent," I told her composing myself, "get me in contact Æsc," I told Maddie as I waited to hear from my bird.
Anti-Cosmo
"Are you okay Timothy?" I asked the child as he crawled into his room, "what on earth happened?" I asked noticing that he was covered in bruises and bleeding.
"I don't want to talking about AC," he snapped as I proofed up some ice packs, "that lousy Derek, why does like to torture me," he asked as I shrugged my shoulders sighing until I heard something outside. It sounded like a voice with an eastern European accent, just like I heard before.
"I thought I heard something," I told him cautiously, "stay here, my boy, I am going to see if I can find anything," I said heading outside.
"Are you nuts, you want me to get closer to that monster?" the voice asked nervously, "I'm trying to live to be 3000 years old and getting near that brat is standing in the way," it protested terrified.
"YOU WILL DO IT YOU ALZHEIMER'S RIDDEN SACK OF FEATHERS!" a voice shouted to it, I had heard the voice before but was distracted by a scream coming from Timothy's room.
"Don't worry I'm coming," I said as poofed back into the room, "what's wrong?" I asked him concerned as he turned to look at me. He was pale as a sheet and sweating. "Did that oaf do something to you?" I asked him as he shook his head.
"No I…," he began to say until Fiona came into the room and I changed into a lamp. "Mom," he gasped as she sat down beside him.
"You're having headaches again?" she asked him looking worried as Timothy looked frightened. "Don't worry, I'll get you some medicine to make you sleep," Fiona told him as he trembled unable to speak an objection before she left to fetch whatever concoction they were going to pump into him now.
"Anti-Cosmo," he muttered as turned to, "Blade is in trouble, you have to…," he said before Fiona came back with a needle and injected himself. Before he succumbed to the drugs he mouth the word 'please' and passes out.
"Don't worry Timothy," I mouthed back as I went to find poof to tell him what happened.
Jazz
"How you feeling Danielle?" I asked my cousin walking into her room to change her bandages and give any medication she needs. "You know you're lucky that nutjob didn't a do a worse number on you," I told her as she smiled at me.
"He was trying to hurt my friends I wasn't going to stand around and let him beat up those I care about," she said as I sighed, there was no doubt that she was Danny's cousin she had his stubbornness that made her ignore certain danger to protect those she holds dear.
Speaking of Danny, he's been awfully quiet and it's not like him, "Would you excuse me," I said as I left for the room next door. The door was shut. "Danny, you okay?" I asked knocking on it but there was no answer. "Danny, it's Jazz," I said but still silence. Suddenly a terrible thought entered my mind that something had happened to Danny. "If you don't open the door, I'm coming in," I threated and berged inside.
The room was in total chaos, posters were torn and burn marks charred the walls. Papers were strewn about in a disorganized frenzied and the computer chair was broken into pieces. "What could have…," I began to say until I caught a whiff of something. It was a pungent stench like burnt hair and ectoplasm. The last time was I smelt was that…"oh no!" I gasped in horror remembering that monster version of Danny. I got out my cell phone and raced to the Nasty Burger.
Cardinal Borelli
"Deus meus, credo in te, spero in te….," I said praying before the crucifix I hang in the room Fiona showed me to pray for forgiveness. I shouldn't have lost my temper but that Toyaka girl, the way she acts and dresses she's playing Russian roulette with her soul and Satan gave her the gun.
While I was praying I heard a knock at the door. "Enter," I said standing up and crossing myself before placing my Galero on my head again. The door opened revealing an ashen faced Fiona. "Fiona, do come in child," I said as she did so and sat on the bed. "What brings you to my humble cell," I told her as she looked at me.
"Aldo, I'm sorry for Anna's behavior, she and Blade have no regard for their souls," she said as I nodded, "I have tried to steer them in right direction but they resist," she said solemnly, "that's kind of why I called you to teach Timmy. I know there is time to save his soul and who better than you to do it," she said as I smiled thinking back to the distant past.
It was a few years after Timmy's birth. I was called in to resolve help young Taroku stay on the right path. Not an easy task considering the child himself was already seduced by evil but I never give up on a soul.
It had stormed all day and I was the only one on the road. I was soaked from head to foot when I stepped on to the porch. I knocked on the door and was greeting by Fiona, "Aldo, thank goodness you're alright, these storms are fierce," she said as she showed me inside.
She showed me inside and took my coat, "thank you for coming, if anyone one could help it's you," she said as I sat down on the couch. "Taroku, Cardinal Borelli is here," she said but no answer came. "Taroku!" she shouted as I got up. "He told me he was studying in his room," she said as I went upstairs to his room.
"Taroku, are you hurt?" I asked as I heard a strange noise in the room, "What on earth?" I asked as I opened the door and saw the young man helping a young lady out the window. "Che cosa sta accendendo qui?" I yelled as Fiona came up and shrieked at him. "Do you not care about your soul; do you want to be condemned?" I demanded to know as he glared at me.
"It's a free country, man, I can do whatever you I want!" he growled as I stamped my foot on the ground. I reminded him that he was not child of the world but a child of God and he was to abide by His rules. "I don't care what you say," he yelled slamming the door.
After that, we went into the kitchen for some tea, "It's his parents fault," she said as I poured the water into my cup while a young child came in. "Timmy what are you doing here?" she asked picking him up. "I don't believe you've met Timothy yet," she said showing me the child. "He hasn't been feeling well," she explained as he played with something.
"What is that Fiona?" I asked pointing to the item in his hand. She looked to it and told me it was one of the Pokémon things. "Fiona, take it away it's corrupting his soul. If he plays with the toys he'll want to collect the cards later in life and that is gambling," I explained to her reminding her that Roman Soldiers gambled for our Lord's clothes as he hung on the cross.
"Thank you for warning me," she said taking the toy away from him causing him to cry, "Timmy please be quiet," she said nervous, "what should I let him play with?" she asked as I glanced a teddy bear sitting in a corner.
"This," I said getting up and walking over to the bear, "It will teach him how to care and treat people like our Lord instructs," I told Fiona as she gave him the bear and calmed down a bit.
Snapping back to the present, I passed the boys room and decided to check to see how his studies are doing. His books were strewn across the bed but the Bible was unopened. "He must be…," I began to say straightening up until I discovered a copy of the King James Bible underneath Anselm's book. "How dare he deceive me," I fumed as I headed downstairs to confront the child.