The Banana Slug: I sympathize with poor Timmy Turner. He has a horrible life. His parents show very little concern for him (despite signs that they do care which go under the rag), forced to deal with an evil babysitter, everyone hates him at school, and his fairies are near inept. And to top it off, everyone is trying to kill him.
And after that "It's a Wonderful Life" parody, that would crush a kid to the point of trauma, that nobody gave a fuck about him gone, and it is especially hard when the Aesop of the story is half-assed and stupid.
Sure, it is true that "When you do something right, people won't be sure you did anything at all", but damn! That was cruel! And that quote is from an episode of Futurama where someone fucked up as God! At least it didn't say, "You are a worthless little shit that everyone would be happier if you were never born. I hate you. Go to Hell", that's just horrible.
…And I write porn, even! If a guy who has no problems with Trolls raping Blood Elves has a problem with a kid suffering Hell…then damn, that is just evil.
Hellsing's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
By The Banana Slug
CHAPTER 7: Children of the Blazing World
Dimmsdale, California
Early August
The architecture was undamaged, it looked like no ordinary ghost town with none of the rot and decay one would expect from such a place. The cars were broken, the windows too, and the doors hanging open from the tragic attack of people burning alive happened twenty years back.
The corpses were everywhere, skeletons, white skeletons. It was a strange sight, seeing how long they have been dead and the way they died. To add to the absurdity, their clothing were completely unfazed and undamaged from their fiery deaths.
In the deep sunset, a black car drove past the welcoming sign of the city, the only thing rotted in this city as the E was gone and the text underneath has nearly faded away to being unintelligible.
The black car stopped in the middle of the street, with the doors opening to reveal the ensemble climb out and gather around the square. It included Alucard, Seras Victoria, Quatermain, The Invisible Man dressed up with a cigarette 'floating' in his mouth, and Jason Voorhees as they stood out to look at the somewhat demolished city, with surprise that little damage was done to it all.
"If this place was depopulated by a bloody fire, then why are the bloody buildings not singed to the ground," pointed out Griffin.
"Good question, really," said Alucard, "but that is not important. We need to find the Cavorite notes and hope the New Millennium hasn't plucked them off yet."
"What's the point?" scoffed Griffin, "If they got one series 'a notes, why do they need more?"
"Because those notes could have only outdated information or all the information Millennium needs," pointed out Seras, "we need to make sure they don't get anything more than that and hope they don't have all the information we need." She sighed and said, "Besides, with us going to Noble's Island after this I say our visit to Dimmsdale will be just another detour in this series of unfortunate events."
"Well, now that we got that cleared, where are they at then?" questioned Quatermain, cocking his hunting rifle.
"We don't know the name of the researcher, but it is another child prodigy that went to the Elementary School of this town," explained Alucard, "all we need to do is search the records for grades and pick out the highest in the-"
Then, Quatermain held his hand out and looked to his upper right, glaring at a nearby rooftop as the group was deeply silent.
"Alucard?" asked Quatermain."I don't know," admitted Alucard with shrug.
"What is it?" queried Seras.
"Aheheh, maybe he sees a Giant Purple People Eater," joked Mr. Griffin.
"No, I sensed it," corrected Alucard, "something is watching us. Something…strong and powerful. Hell, it could give me a run for my money." Something that could rival Alucard gave a shiver up Seras' spine, scratching the back of her head and looking away as he looked at her and said with a wide smile, "Now, now, you and I are fireproof. We are completely safe."
She nodded obediently and followed him as he would calmly stroll down the dead streets as Quatermain and Griffin stood there and watched them walk down the dead city. "Oi! We have a car, yeh fecks!" yelled out the Invisible Man, but was understandably ignored by them both.
The two cynics looked back to see Jason wandering around, gazing at the dead city as he held his machete in hand.
"What do we do with the retard here?" asked Griffin.
"Leave him," growled Leonard, shaking his head as he turned around, holding his gun and saying as he followed the vampires, "as long as Alucard is around, we'll expect Jason to be an obedient little psychopath."
Griffin watched him walk away, and decided to leave Jason and follow the rest as the monstrous juggernaut walked down the street and traveled through the city curiously. Jason was lost from the group as he looked around, noticing a blue car smashed against a bented pole. He looked into the window, seeing two skeletons inside. One was wearing white pants and a violet shirt, with the driver wearing a typical 50s white shirt, black tie, and black slacks. He was like a child inspecting a car as he pressed his hands together like a binocular as he pressed them against the window, looking at the corpses before being distracted by a flashing purple light west of him and the car.
Jason looked to see a ball of purple light whiz around in the distance, going to a nearby two-story house. A white house with red roofs, that seemed perfectly untouched by the rest of the chaos from the unexplainable combustion.
The four would eventually find a large white school with the words "SCHOOL" crudely placed on the front doors with the second 'O' face down comically. Alucard looked into the window doors, wiping the dust as he saw the many corpses of child skeletons scattered throughout the establishment.
"Place's gotta be 'aunted," groaned Griffin, standing between Quatermain and Seras Victoria as they stood some feet from the front entrance, "I feel like I'm bein' watched…somethin' that hardly ever happens…"
"Yeah…I know how you feel…" said Seras with a shiver, "…something not from this world…I doubt it is even anything undead…"
Alucard turned to them with a scowl and hissed out, "Shut it, let's just find those bloody notes and get the hell out of this bone yard." He then kicked the glass doors, causing every glass material in the building from the magnitude of his kick. They watched with surprise as he cracked his neck and entered the building, with Seras and Leonard followed until Seras turned around, and in annoyance, groaned out, "Whatever are you doing, Mr. Griffin?"
The Invisible Man was in the middle of getting undressed, already in the process of pulling his pants down as it tugged on his knees. "Aheheh, I hate bein' watched, so I'mma hopin' this'll help with that," he answered gleefully.
"Mhm," said Seras with a condescending tone and nod, "I'd keep your boots on for a while, wouldn't want glass in your soles." She then followed Quatermain and Alucard into the building, with Griffin groaning as he followed with his boots stepping over the glass as it Seras held in the humorous image of walking boots following them.
"Should not be too hard to find the grades," said the vampire count, "just find the principals office and find the highest grades in school to pinpoint the genius."
"It doesn't sound like a very sure way to find the Cavorite notes," pointed out Quatermain.
"Well then, why don't you tell me how else we will have ANY clue to finding the Cavorite Notes," growled Alucard, "I am not fond of this idea as well but this is the only way."
"I know, I know!" growled Quatermain, "I am just saying that how do we know that the notes will be here. Probably burned up with the rest of the people in this town."
"Well…seeing how everything in this town was left without a burn I think they should be alright," stated Seras, "it just still confuses me how such a thing happened to these people. I mean...how did this sort of catastrophe play out?"
And then, from out of nowhere, they heard Griffin's voice say one phrase:"…Timmy Turner Did It…"
Jason walked up to the house, seeing the purple orb of light dance around above him before disappearing through the windows. He looked at the front door, and without a shadow of a doubt, he slammed fist through the wooden door and ripped it off, shingles and all as he threw it into the front lawn. Voorhees stomped into the house curiously, looking around like a child in a new home as he saw that the television was on…and it actually had cable, showing off an episode of a science-fiction show aptly named "Galaxy Quest".
This caused him to become distracted, remembering this episode from his childhood as he gazed at it with his one good eye and the other lanky eye as he loosened up, standing there and watching the show wistfully.
He let out a sigh of melancholic nostalgia, tilting his head as he was hypnotized by the show without care. However, his nostalgia was broken by the sound of talking upstairs, causing him to instantly turn his head up, tightening the grip of his machete as he stomped loudly up the stairs as he breathed heavily.
In the main hall upstairs he stood there, looking around for the source of the noise and which room it made home. The high-pitched noise was heard again as he looked at the door to his left, which had him lurch to it in homicidal need.
The Man Behind The Mask rammed his shoulder at the door, knocking it down and standing in the middle of a child's room. He looked to the bed and saw a skeleton resting its skull on the covers with its knees on the floor. It had a green shirt with its black pants around its knees. Jason walked over and threw the skeleton to the wall, causing it to turn to ash as he lifted the bed and threw it at the wall.
This room was nearly empty, with the only thing being the bed, a window, and a nightstand with an empty fishbowl on it. But one other thing remained, a comic book titled, "The Crimson Chin".
Nostalgia hit him again, causing the beast to kneel down and pick the book up. He flipped through the pages and began reading the novella he used to collect and read when he was a child. He read with great interest as he remembered this very issue, used to own one when he was a camper in Camp Crystal Lake. An influx of emotions hit him, all of them ranging from happiness to sadness and to even anger, but one couldn't see it on his face, hidden beneath his mask as his body stood there reading the book like a statue.
As he read this little comic book from his past, the glowing purple light began to shimmer behind him, causing the large beast turning around to view a sight that caused his eyes to flare up widely.
The three League members looked to see Mr. Griffin's boots facing an open door, not sure what to make with his sudden exclamation. "Who did what now, Mr. Griffin?" queried Alucard.
"Look for yourselves," he said, pointing his foot into the open door with Seras and Leonard walking first to look at a classroom full of child skeletons. At the end of the room, at the chalkboard, they'd find a malformed skeleton wearing a 50's esque white shirt/black tie/black pants combo, with its skull almost similar to the famous Joseph Merrick. Over it, the words, scrambled on the chalkboard, read, "TIMMY TURNER DID IT!"
"Whatever did he mean by that?" scoffed Quatermain, and as the three inspected, Alucard sighed and continued down the hall, leaving them to their interest in the dead.
Seras stepped over the dead corpses, making sure not to step on them as she walked over to the adult skeleton and noticed something in his hand, a black notebook clutched under his bony fingers. Curiously, she reached down and ripped it out of his hand as it crumbled to dust. She flipped it open as Griffin and Leonard walked up to her, with The Invisible Man stepping on them uncaringly as they turned to ash. "What does it say?" Quatermain asked her.
"Just…" she let out, coughing in awkward confusion, "It's nothing but babbling. All about…fairies." She continued as she flipped through what could only be said to be research notes of the Fae, "It just keeps talking about fairies, troubled children, parasitism…and the Blazing World."
Leonard's eyes lightened up in surprise as a loud cough was heard from the Invisible Man. "Blazin' World, eh? Yeah…from what I heard'a 'bout the 'wee folk', Blazin' World's not too far off."
"And what about…Timmy Turner?" asked Quatermain.
"Isn't it obvious?" called a voice, both of them looking at the entrance to see Alucard stroll in the classroom of dead children. He then smiled, holding two different files as he said, "This Timmy Turner caused these deaths…by having his fairy godparents kill them all." As he was still talking, Griffin began laughing madly at the words 'fairy godparents'.
"Right, right," chuckled Mr. Griffin humorously, "aheheheh, did they then, aheh, escort little Timmy Turner to the ball? All with the words 'bibidi bobidi boo?"
"As ridiculous as it sounds, and believe me when I say it is, it is quite true," stated Alucard, elaborating as he placed the school files on the teacher's desk, "for you see, there are many different kinds of fairies as there are different kinds of vampires…and these are the most pathetic."
As Seras flipped through one of the files, he continued with, "Godparents, or what they fashion to call themselves, are parasites of the worst degree. They feed off children's misery, granting them their hearts desires in exchange for this leaching lifestyle only to muck it up in the end and keep them miserable and edible. Child stays miserable, feeds them, and they grant wishes, a fair deal but a despicable one nonetheless."
"You seem very knowledgable about fairies," stated Leonard with a simple brow up.
"…I dabble," chuckled Alucard, grinning as he showed his sharp teeth predatorily. Seras then squeaked, looking in one of the files, "…Is this the child genius?"
"Yes, a child born to a wealthy family that won a Nobel in the past," expanded Alucard calmly. He then tipped his hat and said, "Now…Quatermain and I will find the notes. Police Girl, you and the despicable Mr. Griffin find out whatever you can on this Timmy Turner."
"Really? Isn't the Cavorite Notes what we are here for? Not some bed-wetting little twat?" growled Mr. Griffin.
"This bed-wetting twat wiped out a whole town population, do you not think that it would be in Millennium's best interest to also harness this unknown power as well?" pointed out Alucard, "They are looking for any way to top me, and a small child did something I can easily do, and for a human…that is quite impressive." He cleared his throat quietly and reiterated, "Now…you and the Police Girl will investigate this Timmy Turner and Quatermain and I will scavenge for the Notes."
He turned his back and said, "Do as I say, Draculina." And as he walked out, Alucard called out, "Quatermain. Come." The old man sighed, turning to the vampire girl and gave her a slight nod before following him.
Seras watched them go with an annoyed exacerbated gaze, shaking her head as she grabbed the Timmy Turner File. Griffin walked over and gently patted Seras' rear-end, causing her to jump in shock, giving the direction a dark spiteful glare.
"So…yeh nervous 'bout huntin' down some mass-murderin' cunt?" he hissed out darkly.
"Mr. Griffin, I have been hunting down 'mass-murderin' cunts' before I was a vampire," she said to him with a pout and a cold growl, "and I nearly killed one just a week ago. So no, I am not." She then turned around and said with blaring red eyes, "And if you ever touch me again, I will make sure I get you…and remove your balls myself."
"Aheheh," he laughed, unafraid but not stupid, "A'ight, you got it, but don't hate me for havin' fantasies."
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Griffin," she calmly sighed, walking past the walking boots, "…I hate you for other reasons." The boots stood there for some time, before following her out the classroom door.
After a stroll in the dead city of Dimmsdale, the No-Life King and the Great White Hunter would be walking right into the front doors of a large white mansion, with a skeleton halfway through the window as shards impaled its body. Quatermain looked around as Alucard stood there, looking up the stairs as he adjusted his glasses.
And then, Quatermain breathed out, "Africa…"
Alucard looked at him, then asking him plainly, "Pardon?"
Quatermain shook his head and spoke with a tired voice, "My apologies…it's just…it feels like there is game here. Like some predator is watching us, like some animal is studying us waiting to strike at the opportune moment." He turned to Alucard with a slight and tired brow raised up, "…Could it be those…godparents?"
"No…no, not that," laughed Alucard with a calm smile, "nothing so impotent as this. I am not sure myself what it is…but it is an animal. A wild coyote. Possibly a cougar or a bear. Anything you and I could handle." He walked up the stairs, with Quatermain right behind him as the hunter still kept open ears. "Tell me, Mr. Quatermain," he said as they walked up, "Why did you comply to joining the League in the first place? Surely you could have put up such a fuss that we'd give no more care and leave you in your…state."
"Yes, well, when the great Vampire Count could slice my head off at any moment, you are inclined to join no matter what," stated Quatermain with his gun tilting around.
"Don't be so foolish, Quatermain," laughed Alucard, "You are no true coward. Despite your flaws, you have no fear of death. In fact, weren't you the one who kept wrestling Jason even though you would die? I think you are the bravest man I have ever…met recently."
"Uplifting," groaned Quatermain, with the two finally on top floor as he looked around and said, "You go left, I'll go right." Alucard nodded and said with a smile, "Sure thing, hunter, but I still want to hear your reason after all this."
Quatermain watched as Alucard walked away, with the Hunter cocking his gun ready, looking around in paranoia as he walked to a door at the end of the hall and promptly kicked it open.
Inside the room were toys littered around, a computer in the back, and a messy bed beside it. Quatermain inspected with a crass groan, hardly seeing a thing with the dim light of the sun peeking out from the window. With that, the hunter would spot the light switch and flick it up, shocked at the turn of events that showed up in the room.
"By Jove," he breathed out, and instantly, the floor flipped before his eyes to reveal a laboratory that almost rivaled the late Dexter. It was in disrepair, with a broken green tube in the corner with dark green stains around it. A large dead computer at the end that revealed something that caught his eye, for on the desk were notes, right in front of him.
"Ha!" he called out with a shining smile, running over and grabbing them for himself before yelling out, "Alucard! Get over here! I-"
The words stopped at the realization something was running behind him, his eyes widen when he realized that it wasn't Alucard. He turned his head and was face-to-face with a large maw filled with razor sharp teeth, white glistening chompers ready to stab into his neck. This was a sight Leonard was too much accustomed to, knowing it is fate of him to be surrounded by beasts like those.
This wasn't the thing that caused his heart to drop, what caused his heart to suddenly, for a minute, stop for one second was the fact that it was a lion that was attacking him. A lion, a male lion with brown fur and a red mane. It was a lion standing on his hind feet, running like a man with clawed hands reaching out at him, wearing a tattered top hat and an equally tattered vest. It was a lion who was made into a man!
His roar was loud as Quatermain reacted quickly, holding his rifle out and letting the beast bite onto the steel as he slammed his foot on the beast's chest. He groaned and sweated as the beast tried to claw him, snarling and slobbering as his jade eyes perked up, glaring at him and hoping to chew him up.
Quatermain angrily roared as he barred his teeth and moved his head forward, sinking his teeth into the nose of the large lion-man and biting hard as blood trickled from it. It whined and cried out as it backed away, holding its sensitive nose in extreme agonizing pain. It didn't even notice the gun pressing against its forehead.
One click, one bang, and blood splattered out as Quatermain was drenched in it. As the cat fell limp on the marble floor with blood spewing from the hole in its forehead, Quatermain couldn't help but laugh loudly at its death, "Ahahah! I can't wait to mount your head over a fireplace you dumb beast!"
"…Luh…Luh…Lippy?" muttered a creaking and inhuman voice, with Leonard quickly turning his head to see it. A hyena-man standing there, wearing a tattered top hat and bowtie. It looked at Leonard with a deep frown from his black eyes, then slowly barring his teeth as it whimpered and hissed in rage and sorrow as his entire body shook. As tears ran down his flapping cheeks, he snarled angrily, "YOU! KILL! MY! LIPPY!" With that, it growled insanely in its rage and rushed at Quatermain with swiping claws, screaming hatefully in his moment of despair and anguish.
Quatermain simply raised his gun at the beast, but it still ran at him with its claws and teeth ready to die fighting…but today wasn't its time to kill, it was its time to die. For then, a silver bullet swished from his forehead and hit the wall behind Leonard. He watched as the beast groaned sadly and fell the floor, shocked to see Alucard from the doorway, walking to the hunter and the dead beast.
"Quatermain," stated Alucard simply, stepping over the dead animal bodies carefully, "what in the hell are these things?"
"I…was hoping you'd know," coughed out an excited Quatermain, smirking with huge eyes as he looked at the corpses, "obviously it is of Millennium origin, but where did something like this come from…and how was it birthed?"
Alucard bent down and inspected the body, tilting his head as he inspected the dead body. "No, I have nothing to say about these beasts that could give answers," he calmly pointed out, "although your idea for them being Millennium made is astute, that is all we can be…oh, before I forget." He stopped and looked up at Quatermain, asking, "You did say something about the notes, correct?"
Quatermain still gazed at the dead bodies in accomplishment and slight bloodlust, then looking up at Alucard with a warm smile, giving out the paper with accomplishment. "Yes…this is them," he said to the vampire proudly. Alucard grabbed them and gave them a quick look.
The vampire smirked and began breathing out, "Mhm…mhm…" He nodded and finally added, "Yes, this is good. I think we have found exactly what we are-" He was stopped by the sudden sound of ringing bells, both of them gazing at the window as they suddenly were presented with shimmering lights from outside, pink and green over and over as they zipped around outside.
Alucard readied his guns as he ran out the door with Quatermain holding his rifle in preparation of spilling blood. Alucard jumped from the rails as Quatermain rushes down the steps as the two sprinted through the door and saw before them dancing orbs of light above them. One green, one pink. Both ringing and awesome, blinding light as the two watched with the wind picking up and ramming into them.
"My god…is that…them?" panted out Quatermain in shock, quivering at the brightness and power it emanated.
"…Yes…" whispered Alucard, "…those are…the godparents."
As this was passing, Seras would walk in the middle of the road, with her arms crossed together as the only thing she heard were her own footsteps. The boots were abandoned at the school, now she had no way of keeping an 'eye' on Griffin, which left her very defensive.
"Mr. Griffin?" she spoke out, not getting a response but would continue to speak anyhow, "…how can I not see your heat? Or your bloodstream? Making you invisible doesn't mean you're…lifeless."
"Aheheh, yeah, kinda confusin', eh?" he laughed loudly, "I ain't sure meself. I turned invisible when I was just twelve, for no reason to top it off…and I found out I couldn't be detected at all. Nothin'. Nada. I was the perfect thief."
"What do you mean when you say…just turned invisible?" she coughed out, "Are you saying you woke up one day and suddenly turned into an Invisible Man?"
"Yeh, I'm sayin' that, and frankly, yer pissin' me off with yer fuckin' questions!" he snapped angrily, "All the time! Fecks just wanna know everythin' when I don't have the fuckin' answers. All I know is that I turned invisible, and it was painful as hell!"
"And…why do you think that makes you Hawley Griffin's descendant?" she questioned, looking around for the man.
"Oi, that's a good question, and thanks fer continuin' to piss meh off," he chucked darkly, "Well, a few years after I turned invisible, I looked up to see me great-granny Polly was raped by the ol' snake, givin' birth to me grandpa and me father. So, I put two ta two together and came up with the realization that I am the fourth official Invisible Man."
He groaned and said tiredly as Seras squinted her eyes at the distance, "It's a bit complicated and frankly, I am so wantin' to beat the shit outta the next-"
"Shut up!" snapped Seras in a deep whisper, "I think I see Jason and…some boy…" What she saw was in fact Jason Voorhees, sitting on the steps of the Turner house with a purple light zipping around him as a young boy stood in front of him without a sign of fear.
The boy wore a pink shirt and a pink cap over his shaggy brown hair, blue pants and blue sneakers in such a dual manner. The boy was thin and frail, pale as salt as he turned around to see Seras and the invisible thief around somewhere.
The boy looked at Seras with fear emanating his blue eyes, his mouth hanging down revealing buck-teeth like a beaver as his lip quivered. "Are you…are you here to hurt me too?" he let out.
"Did you do all this?" she questioned, stepping closer to the boy, unafraid of what this powerful child could do.
"No! Wait! Don't come any closer!" whimpered the boy, backing away at the wall in pure terror, "Don't touch me! Please! Don't touch me!" Seras stopped dead in her tracks, gulping loudly at the boy's fear. She nodded and stepped back, with Jason stepping foreword as a barrier between the two.
Seras watched as the purple light danced in front of her, and from inside the light she'd see a cheerful cherub dancing with its insectoid wings fluttering as it buzzed around her head before returning to Jason's side.
"I'm sorry," breathed out Seras with a friendly grin, "I…I didn't mean to scare you. Are you Timmy?"
He nodded lightly and said, "Yes…I…I'm Timmy." The boy smiled and looked at Jason, saying, "It's okay, big guy…she doesn't seem bad. She's actually seems…nice." Jason still stood, glancing at him before looking at the vampire girl with his dog eyes.
"Thank you," she said with a nod, then asking seriously, "Timmy…did you do this? Did you…kill everyone here?"
Timmy looked away, not wanting to answer as he bit his lip. Seras knelt down and tried to look into his frightened eyes. "Timmy…I won't be angry. I just want to know why you did it?"
Timmy groaned sadly, looking up at Seras nervously before stating in a regretful sadness, "…I couldn't take it anymore." Timmy began to cry lightly, sniveling before her and saying, "…They were so mean, everyone I knew. My parents didn't care about me, they'd leave me all the time with…her.""Her?" quiried Seras caringly.
"My babysitter," he said with a knot in his stomach, "the one who hurt me all the time. My parents didn't know, I doubt they'd care." He then sighed and looked away, "But at least they didn't hunt me…hunt me and try to take away my fairies…like Mr. Crocker."
"Mr. Crocker…" breathed Seras in thought, "…you mean…your teacher?"
"Yeah! Yeah!" he called out loudly, "He…he tried to expose them! He tried to take them away! He was just as bad as her!" Timmy gulped loudly and said, "…but yeah…I killed them all. I wish they'd burn…and they did. And so…they are gone now."
"Timmy…why did you think I'd hurt you?" she asked him, not caring about how he killed them, "Did anyone try to take you away."
Timmy looked away, then turned back to her and explained to her, "…Someone…tried to kill me. Not too long ago. He had a knife…and he was thin…he was like a skeleton…and he had an atomic symbol on his chest." Seras glared lightly, knowing full well of the deranged killer he spoke of. Timmy continued with, "…I ran when he tried to kill me. I ran and hid away from him, and my godparents scared him away. I thought…you were with him."
"No, no were not," said Seras with a shake of her head, then smiling warmly and saying, "In fact…we caught him and put him in jail. He won't be getting out anytime soon. You're safe."
Suddenly, Jason's arm caught on fire. He looked at it curiously as the green blaze reached to his shoulders, watching it with a tilt of his head. Seras looked in shock as she would be blinded by twin lights that shined before her. She quickly turned to see the two lights before her, pink and green, shining bright like two suns.
"My…god…" she breathed out, suddenly feeling fire hit her back as she would feel the fire burn her with great pain. She cried out as Seras attempted to pat the flames out, only spreading them faster as she breathed heavily and felt the fire reach over her shoulders and chest. The vampire screamed in pain as she fell to her back as the green flames covered her body, causing intense pain across her body.
Suddenly, a flame showed up floating in mid-air, slowly taking human form with Griffin's cries following Seras'. "Oh shit! No! No! You can't do this!" he screamed loudly, "I don't wanna die! You can't even see me! It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR!"
The two screamed in agony as the green flames covered every inch of their bodies, Jason fell to his knees as Timmy watched in horror as tears ran down his cheeks, with the sobbing of an infant emanating from the purple cherub.
"NO! STOP!" screamed out Timmy to the giant lights, "NO MORE! PLEASE! DON'T KILL THEM! I WISH IT! I WISH THEY WERE OKAY! I WISH THEY WON'T DIE!"
And so, the flames instantly disappeared before their eyes as they were left unscarred and undamaged. Seras shuddered at the feeling of the pain suddenly disappearing, looking at Jason who stumbled back to his feet.
"So sorry Timmy," cooed a soft yet rocky feminine voice, "we didn't know. We weren't sure if they were like that one man."
"Yes, yes!" shouted a loud nauseating male voice, "That weird skeleton man with the knife! Like him! Like him!"
Seras rose to her feet, glaring at the lights as she heard Griffin groan and cough from the recent pain he received from the fae. "Ye…feckin'…gnats! Do yeh know how much that hurt!?" he screamed out.
"No, nor do we care to," added the pink light, with it and its companion's light getting dimmer to reveal tall elegant forms of these godparents. Both were nude, tall, and gaunt, with elegant butterfly wings behind each of them. They sported cat-like eyes that slanted downwards, long elfen ears that pointed straight up along with their long wavy hair, and sported such unnerving smiles. The violet fae was a woman, with her husband glowing in green heavenly light.
"These…these are my godparents, Wanda…the pink one," introduced Timmy nervously, "…and Cosmo, the green one."
"Hm…so they take care of you?" growled Seras antagonistically, sending her energy to the parasites before them.
"Yes, they do, more than my real mom and dad," chirped Timmy pridefully.
"Oh! Oh dear!" spoke Cosmo, clapping his hands wildly with a shocked expression, "Oh! Oh! Did you have other friends, draculina? A Nosferatu of fame and power and pride? A hunter with a hunger in his veins? Do you? Do you?"
Seras' eyes widened, her mouth quivered as she knew the worst if they met them before seeing the boy. "No…you…" she stammered out, then crying out, "What did you do!?"
Cosmo gulped and rubbed his wrists, with his wife coughing and placing her hands to her lips. "We…we didn't know…" she called out, with Cosmo flicking his hands and from out of nowhere dropped two skeletons. Seras' eyes showed a great terror and sorrow as they wore the clothing of their old allies, her master and the hunter, now nothing but bones before them.
"Shit," was all that Griffin would say, his voice riddled in a loss of hope and overall shock at these two master's deaths.
"Muh…muh…Master?" she coughed out, falling to her knees, "…Quatermain? No." She reached down and grabbed Alucard's skull, lifting it up to make contact with his eyeless holes as his golden sunglasses still gazed to her. "…No…not again…" she cried out, holding his skull in agony at the sight of his corpse.
Timmy walked to his godparents, saying simply to them with a calm and ernest tone, "Cosmo, Wanda, I wish her friends were alive again." In response, they'd raise their hands up as a golden light shined out and with a puff of smoke, Seras would be surprised to see her master alive again with a disinterested frown.
"Muh…Master!" she cried happily, hugging him tightly, "You're alive again."
"In a sense," breathed Alucard with no emotion, "excuse me for being a bit dull…I just died and I am still wondering how the hell it happened." They both looked to see Quatermain cough wildly, grabbing his chest as he breathed heavily from the sudden burst of life returning to his body.
"Again, we apologize for the confusion," stated Wanda calmly with a smile, "we were only trying to protect Timmy. We need him."
"Of course you do," growled an incredibly angered Leonard, slowly getting up as he gave them a squinting glare with a disapproving frown, "…you need him to stay alive. You need his misery, so that you won't go hungry, right?"
The two instantly were shocked at his accusation, taken aback as their slanted eyes widened at his astute accusation. Timmy looked at Quatermain in shock and fear, looking at Seras fearfully as he asked in a shaking voice, "…Miss…what is he talking about."
"Nothing! Nothing!" crowed Cosmo nervously, "He doesn't know! He doesn't know!"
"Timmy…your godparents are feeding off of you." she revealed to him with a regretful truthfulness, "You…you see, they keep you miserable and screw up your wishes just to keep you in this state."
"No! No!" cried out Wanda, clasping over her eyes, "Don't tell him! I beg you!" Cosmo held her tearfully as the cherub buzzed around his father, whimpering from their emotions.
Timmy looked at her with disbelief, panting heavily as he pressed his hand on his forehead before swiping it over his hair and knocking his pink hat on the asphalt. He turned to his godparents, tears running down his cheeks. "Cosmo…Wanda…tell me the truth…please…I deserve it!"
Wanda nearly broke before him, held aloft by her lover as she confessed in sorrow. "Yes! It is true! We need you in those ways! We need to feed off you! But it doesn't mean we don't love you! We love you, Timmy! Please believe that!"
"How can I!?" shouted Timmy angrily, hot tears screaming out his eyes as he continued to rant, "My old parents would say that, but they never showed it! I keep getting lies and keep getting hurt! I can't take them anymore! Why should I believe you!?"
Wanda sniffled as Cosmo grunted in sadness, with the two looking at each other and to their purple son. Finally, Cosmo sighed out, "Timmy…Timmy…you didn't do this…"
Timmy's eyes grew as his pupils shrunk. "…I don't know…what you mean?" he breathed out.
"Timmy, the rules clearly forbid us from letting you wish for death," explained a mortified Wanda, "…but what she did to you, what everyone did to you…the hate, the pain, the misery. It fed us, but it was too much to bear to see you...in pain…" She gulped her sadness and looked at her surrogate son, "…So we killed them, all of them. For you. Because we love you, Timmy. We always loved you."
Timmy looked at all of them with an nearly emotionless gaze, with a deep frown and dried-up eyes. Seras frowned at the poor boy as he fell down and sat, "Timmy?"
"…Cosmo…Wanda…" he breathed out, "…you are telling me the truth? Do you…love me? Really?"
"Yes! Yes, Timmy!" called out Cosmo with his voice shaking, "We never lie about that. When we say we love you, then it is the truth! It is the truth!"
"Timmy, we are so sorry," cooed Wanda, "we never meant to harm you, you know that." Timmy then slowly walked over to the three fae, looking up and saying, "…Can I live with you? In the Blazing World?"
"Timmy!" called out Seras, "Are you sure they are-"
"Yes," interrupted Timmy quickly, then saying with a traumatized squeak in his voice, "because they were the only people who loved me…and meant it. Really meant it." He turned to his godparents and said, "I want to be with you. My real parents."
Cosmo smiled warmly as Wanda clasped her hands over her mouth. "Timmy…of course, of course you may live with us," cried Wanda joyfully, "I promise you, you and your baby brother, no more misery! I intend to keep that one."
With that, the League watched as a glowing portal shined out in various shades of red and green as the two godparents walked through with their purple cherub buzzing around, babbling happily as Timmy followed them in.
The awe of it all escaped Alucard, standing in front of it as he let the boy pass by him, gazing into it as he tried to get a good look into the Blazing World. However, all he could find was blinding light and faint shadows.
The boy who was in pure misery would disappear into the blinding Technicolor light, with the portal getting dimmer and twinkling like a dead light bulb. It was then that the portal would then disappear from their sights
As the portal, Seras walked to her master, gulping as she approached him and scratching her neck. "Master…I…was it the right thing?" she would ask of her master, "…letting him go with those parasites?"
"It's better than living on this wretched Earth with Millennium still about," stated Alucard, "besides, they may be lampreys feeding on humans, but…" He then laughed and said, "I'd have to be foolish to hypocritically call them completely out on it."
Seras nodded, then widening her eyes and quickly remembering the objective of this little trip to dead cities and creatures of the Blazing World. "Oh! Yes! Did you get the Notes?" she quickly asked Alucard.
"Quatermain?" Alucard called to attention, turning to the hunter as he rummaged through his inner coat pocket.
Leonard grinned and pulled all ten of the stapled together notes and waved them around proudly, "Right here. I'm sure Nemo or Kudo would be more able to understand them than anyone here."
Seras grinned happily, "Then…we got them all?"
"Yeh, except the ones that they got from the dead Boy Genius," growled Mr. Griffin, "has anyone forgotten about that wee bit'a information?"
"No, and I plan to evaluate that when we get to Noble's Isle," added Alucard grimly, "that is where we are headed next, then to London."
"Hold on," called out Quatermain, placing the notes back into his pocket, "you promised you'd let me take the beast-men back into the ship so I can make a trophy out of them."
Seras grunted in confusion, with Jason squinting at Quatermain in an unsureness of what he said. It was unknown how Mr. Griffin felt, but his silence was a sign of his reaction as one of surprise.
"Don't worry, Jason and I will take the corpses back to the ship," confirmed Alucard, waving his hand at Quatermain assuredly.
"Wait, hold on," stopped Seras quickly, demanding an explanation, "what exactly do you mean by…Beast-Men?"
Alucard looked over at her with an excited smile. "Oh yes…you're gonna love this."
The Banana Slug: WHEEEEWWWW!
This was a tough one! I had to do SO MUCH HARD WORK on this one. Didn't want a two-parter, I just wanted a single chapter and just going all out on the explanation of the parasitic fairies and all of that.
Anyway, I have to say, I just finished watching the OVA and I just loved it. All I can say is that…the part with…Seras' mother…really bugged me. Creepy. Sad. And Traumatic.
Also, I really need to update the story with the times. Gotta add more humor (not too much), gotta add more vamps to fight, gotta be more HELLSING!