CHAPTER TWELVE

Remy returned to the room. He had a very arrogant and smug expression on his face. He looked at Timmy.

"Well, Turner," he said, "you ready to do what I ask you?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Very good," said Remy, "and oh, by the way" Remy approached the side of the bed where Timmy was shackled to.

"Just in case you don't remember who's in control here" Remy balled his hand up into a fist and hit Timmy in the ribs very hard.

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A.J. continued to follow the footprints. Interestingly enough, they didn't go to the mine. They led in the direction of the old supervisor's house.

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"Oooowwww"said Timmy.

"Buxaplenty," said Francis, "why'd you do that? Turner is doing what you said, and we're both more than a match for him."

"I know," said Remy, "I just enjoyed hearing him scream in pain." Remy paused. "Besides don't you? After all, you terrorize himself yourself everyday."

Francis said nothing. Timmy looked up at Remy; His side really hurt from that punch Remy gave him. Remy Buxaplenty definitely had become much, much stronger.

"You know," said Timmy, "I hope you didn't break my ribs. I won't be able to do what you told me."

"Oh, you will, Timothy," said Remy, "because I know you'd do anything to save the people you care about. Even if every bone in your body was broken, you'd find some way to help them. That's the trouble with you caring folks; you're so easy to control when lives are at stake. You need to be more like Francis and me. Just care about yourself. Right Francis?"

Francis didn't say anything, but he didn't really care for the fact that this pyschopath was saying they were alike. However, the grey bully had no argument to counter Buxaplenty with, especially since he was helping this said pyschopath.

"Whatever," said Francis, "let's just get this over with. At six o'clock, I'm scheduled to give some wimp a pounding."

"Sure," said Remy, "let's go."

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"Oh, yes, Wanda," said Remy on the T.V. screen. The message had clearly been prerecorded. Remy, obviously, had put a great deal of thought into his plan. "Now, Turner's going to die and I'll get my revenge on him, you and that idiot husband of yours. Since you fairies live forever, you'll have to remember for centuries that you had a godchild who was murdered, and there was nothing you could do about it." The screen went blank.

"Timmy," said Wanda. "SOMEBODY PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE!," screamed the pink haired fairy.

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Francis, Remy, and Timmy had both gone outside the old house. It was the supervisor's house that he'd seen from a distance. Timmy had kind of suspected they were there. Both Francis and Buxaplenty had Timmy's arms in their grip, walking side by side. Timmy, however,did notice that while Francis' grip was firm, it was nowhere near as sadistically tight as Remy's. They got to the cellar. The door was already open.

"Francis," said Remy, "you stand guard. Turner and I will go down there." Remy pointed to the cellar opening. "You first, Turner, and don't try anything."

Timmy went down the stairs with Remy behind him. It was pretty dark and creepy. However, Timmy tried to ignore the rather unlpleasant sense of Deja Vu he felt. He looked at Remy.

"Okay, Buxaplenty," said Timmy, "What now?"

"Well, you need something to pry the door open with," said Remy. He picked a crowbar up that had been laying on the floor. "And here it is."

"Well," said Timmy, "then give it to me."

Remy smiled very evilly and said, "With pleasure Turner."

And with that last comment, Remy swung the crowbar against Timmy's right leg. There was the sound of a bone breaking which caused Remy to smiled even wider. Timmy shouted with pain, and collapsed on the floor. Remy Buxaplenty stood over Timmy Turner looking and looking and feeling as smug as he ever did. He got closer to Timmy who was grimacing in pain. Then he put his face right in Timmy's face and said two words that sounded chilling.

"I win."

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A.J. was tired from all that walking, but he still tried to pick up the pace. He had to find Timmy; that was his main focus. Cell phone service was still out which pretty much confirmed his theory that Timmy's disappearance and the communications problems that the Dimmsdale area was having were connected. He approached the house and noticed that the double set of footprints lead up to the steps. But then, he noticed something. There appeared to be three sets of footprints leading out of the house. The two larger ones he'd been following, and set of smaller ones. Ones that were about Timmy's size. And they looked fairly fresh.

He gulped at the sight of it, and decided to follow them. He both wanted to find out where they led, but at the same time dreading what he'd find.