CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Timmy just laid there stunned by his friend's impassioned speech. He had no idea that A.J. thought that highly of him. A.J. was the brains in the town. Timmy was just an average kid. The only thing Timmy felt that made him special was the fact he had Fairy God Parents. That was hardly unique, though, as scores of kids throughout history had them. Timmy lifted his eyebrows.
"The best Godkid that Cosmo and Wanda have?" said Timmy shaking his head, "Come on A.J. Cosmo and Wanda have had a bunch of Godchildren they'd been assigned. And they'll be assigned more when my time is up with them. I'm hardly anything special."
"You're wrong, buddy," said A.J, "There's never been a Godkid like you."
"Well," said Timmy, "that's one thing that Jorgen himself says." Timmy paused and continued in a faux Austrian accent, "Turner, there has never been a pain in my butt like you..."
"Timmy," said A.J. with real conviction, "would you forget what that airhead says about you, and listen to someone who knows what he's talking about?"
Timmy stopped. Despite the pain, he almost grinned; almost but not quite. He then said,
"You got a real issue with Jorgen, don't you A.J.?"
"Yeah, I do, Timmy. In addition to almost getting you killed by MERF and the Eliminators, he has no respect for you." A.J. paused. "I mean he ought to be down on his knees thanking you for everything you've done."
"Well, he was nicer to me when the Darkness came."
"Only because," said A.J., "he didn't have a choice. Because you were the Chosen One, he had little choice."
"Come on, A.J.," said Timmy, "I know Jorgen can be a jerk but...."
"Timmy, he tried to pull your teeth out for his engagement ring!!"
Timmy looked even more shocked as he said, "A.J., how much Fairy History did you download?"
"Just the stuff about you, mostly," said A.J., "you actually take up quite a bit of space on the computer." He paused. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about Jorgen." Another pause . "The fact is there is a reason why you were "The Chosen One."
"Yeah," said Timmy, "a case of mistaken identity."
"I don't think so. The Darkness had no interest in "Turbo Thunder." It was you it was after the whole time, and you were the only one that was actually able to help it become the Kindness. While everyone else wanted to destroy it, you had enough compassion to realize that all it needed was pure light and friendship." A.J. stopped. "How's your leg and arm by the way?"
"They still hurt," said Timmy, "but not quite as bad as they did since you put that splint on them."
"That's because it, hopefully, is restricting your movement. Once you get the doctor, he should be able to reset your bones and check to see how your ribs are." There was another pause. "I hope I didn't get you all worked up; you don't need that brother, especially after all you've been through today."
"No, I'm all right." Timmy looked at A.J. "It actually helps me having someone here. And not be alone." Then Timmy looked down a sad expression on his face.
"Timmy," said A.J., "what's wrong? You're not hurt anywhere else are you?"
"No," said Timmy, "I'm just...." he stopped and shook his head. "I'm just fine, it's nothing."
A.J. looked right into Timmy's eyes. He wasn't being completely honest with him.
"Timmy," said A.J.,"what's wrong?"
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Francis woke up with his arm feeling like it was on fire. Remy Buxaplenty was standing right over him with a very grim expression on his face.
"Don't make the mistake of EVER attacking me again, Francis. I've got other weapons at my disposal other than my size."
The bully glared at him and then said, "So does that mean you're going to kill me too?"
"Kill you," said Buxaplenty, "I don't need to kill you since I own you."
"You do not "own" me Buxaplenty, I do what I want. And perhaps I want to go to the cops and report a murder."
"Oh, you're NOT going to do that. For one thing, you're connected to this "murder". I'm not connected; I made some calls and made sure of THAT." Remy paused and smirked. "And if you think of trying to implicate me, think about this. I may not be liked, but who would be their prime suspect, me, or a brute that beats up Turner everyday. Why do I think I hired you? Certainly not for your brains."
Francis looked angry. "You...., you set me up!"
Buxaplenty nodded and said, "Well, it's not so much a set up as an insurance policy; one guaranteed to keep me out of Juvenile Detention." Remy stopped. "You know what, though, Francis, I'm really not in the mood to have you in the helicopter with me. My men will take you back; in case that pesky conscious gets the better of you and you try to free Turner." He paused again. "If I need another job, I'll call you later. I know you'll say yes because you simply have no other choice."
And with that, Remy Buxaplenty got on the helicopter. He watched with pleasure as his men surrounded the grey bully and forced him into a car. He then commanded the pilot to take off.
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"Timmy," said A.J. "what's wrong.?"
Timmy's lip trembled a bit and he said, "Nothing." The tone was very unconvincing.
"No, there is something wrong," said A.J., "You're scared, aren't you? This place really scares doesn't it buddy."
"Well," said Timmy, "since it was almost my grave, I guess it kind of does."
"Yeah," said the young genius, "but there's more. This dark cellar reminds you too much of what happened, doesn't it?"
Timmy just looked down, well looked down as best he could, at his feet.
"We'll be out of here,soon, buddy," said A.J., "I'm monitoring to see if cell service is back online."
"I know," said Timmy very quietly.
"Timmy did something else happen? Did Remy say something to you?"
A.J.'s best friend looked like he wanted to cry, but before he could inquire anymore, his phone made a beep.
"Cell phone service is back up." A.J. paused. "Look," he said, "I'm going to try to call 911, and then we'll talk."
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Remy's phone rang, and he answered the call in a very angry tone.
"I told you phone service is NOT to be restored yet why did....,"
Remy paused and then grew angrier,
"What? Someone was supposed to be watching the campground!" A pause. "No, I'll take care of it."
Remy hung up, and called to the pilot and told him to go back.
"Something wrong, Master Buxaplenty?," said the pilot.
"Nothing I can't handle, " said Remy, "it just looks like there're going to be two people I'll have to trap in the cellar except one."