CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Timmy looked up at Remy. Despite the pain in his leg (apparently a broken leg),he was still able to summon enough will to glare at Remy.

"It's going to be little difficult to work with a broken leg, Buxaplenty," said Timmy.

"Oh, you're not going to do any work, Turner. But then, you fool, you probably already figured it out."

" I had my suspicions," said Timmy, "so what do you really want? And where are Chester and A.J.?

"Oh, that's easy to answer. Let me answer your last question first. Chester and A.J. are fine. They're still at the campground. I never had them, I just told you I had them to trick you."

"And why would you do that Remy?" asked Timmy.

"Because I knew the only way to get you to do what I want is to threaten someone you care about. Like I said, you caring compassionate lower class ones are fools."

"So," said Timmy, "what is it you want me to do?"

"To die, Timothy Turner, to die."

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Wanda was freaking in the butterfly net. Not because it was one of the few weapons that could be used against fairies,although that was certainly part of it. It was because she couldn't get to her godson. She seriously feared for his life. "Somebody help me," she screamed, "Get me out of here!"

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"You want me to die, Buxaplenty?," said Timmy, "why?"

"Because Turner, you ruined my life. You cost me my fairy godfather. He may have been goofy, but at least he was there for me, unlike my parents who are still not here for me."

Timmy shook his head. "Remy, my parents aren't always there for me either, but I'm not a psychotic nutcase."

Remy clenched his teeth and his fists, and said, "That's because you still have people that care about you. Your fairy godparents, your fairy godbrother, and two good friends and two backup friends. I have no one; no fairy godfather,no friends and still no parents."

"You know Remy," said Timmy, "I've heard you say that before and I used to feel sorry for you. But not anymore. The reason you don't have Juandissimo and any friends is you drive them away. I'm sorry about your parents, but you can't use that as an excuse to do wrong."

"Oh, Timothy, " said Remy, "always so noble and caring. And look where it got you. Your parents left you alone because of a lame fake pamphlet I didn't have to even put much thought into." He grinned even more evilly, if that was even possible, and then added, "your own mother wanted a girl so badly she can't wait to get away from you."

Timmy turned his head away.

"Awww, what's the matter, is little boy going to cry?"

Timmy turned to face Remy with an angry expression on his face. He rarely cried and he certainly wasn't going to cry in front of the likes of Remy Buxaplenty. Of course, the cruel comment did hurt him, but he wasn't about to let this predatory boy know that.

"I'm not the one who's acting like a spoiled baby."

"Is that the best you got, Turner," said Remy, "well, it doesn't matter. Because you're going to die down here."

"Then just get it over with,"said Timmy, "just kill me."

"Oh," said Remy, "it's not going to be that easy. You see the best way to get back at you is to let you die down here, slowly and all alone. Your parents are so clueless, they won't notice you're gone. I already tricked Cosmo and Wanda to going back to FairyWorld, and by the time they manage to get away it'll too late for you. Chester's such an idiot he won't be able to figure out where you are. And A.J." He stopped. "Well, A.J.'s parents actually want him, so they would be too worried to let him actually search for you. So you're going die down here. Alone. In the dark."

"You're just going to leave me down here," said Timmy trying to control his emotions, "to die alone like this."

"Not quite," said Remy. Remy Buxaplenty grabbed Timmy's arm and twisted until the bone snapped. Timmy screamed in pain. "You need a broken arm to match that broken leg. Goodbye Timmy Turner. Forever."