Midnight
This is mostly the reminisce chapter to explain what occurred. Next chapter, we move forwards!
Quote:
"There is a good way to die, and a right time to do it. An odd thought for this time of year -- this is the point where the world has meandered back into spring, back into life. The sun is pulling fresh green from the ground again. An odd time to think about death, but as good time as ever to die."
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Mark's mind raced as the first half of the craft exploded into pieces.
It would only be a few short seconds before-!
A hand seized his Fakeifier and jamed the star roughly before shoving the alien away.
CLANG.
And Mark fell out into the void of space, encased in his Fyer's protective shell.
"TUR-!"
But there was no answer, even as enormous red eyes watched the craft explode into pieces, not noticing the bolt of light coming rapidly
from the left.
None at all.
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Eliminator POV)
The idiot.
The blasted, blasted, IDIOT!
If I had a heart would've stopped by now. Or it would've been pounding, at the very least.
The Chosen One took time to spare an idiot Prince of Yugopotamia? I slapped myself upside the forehead as I wrenched apart the smoking,
melted wreck with my limbs, angrily crushing leftover scrap into neat little cubes.
Ooh, save one person-or, uh....invertebrate that resembled a squid with a glass orb above his head holding his brain.
And doom the rest of humanity.
Did he not REALIZE what the fairies would do if there was ONE SCRATCH on that boy?
That was unpleasant to think about.
But would be EVEN more unpleasant to think about would be the MASTER'S reaction....
I shuddered.
Oy, vey.
If everyone on Earth was LUCKY, it would perish in flames.
If not....well....
As that funny green haired fairy once put, it would be very, very, very, very, very, very, very not good.
As I ripped the final slab apart, I froze.
Before a scream tore from my mouth.
End POV
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His response was as quick as a lightening bolt striking the earth as he snatched Timmy's limp body into his arms.
Awkwardly, he put a hand on Turner's dusty, somewhat grimy forehead.
"C-Chosen One?"
A pause. Then, to the Eliminator's immense relief, Timmy's eyes flickered open.
But, as a faint moan broke from his lips, the Eliminator's metallic eyebrow raised itself slightly.
"T-Turner...can you hear me?"
If the Chosen One was frightened by the Eliminator's reappearance, he didn't show it.
That, or could not show it. Timmy just continued to glazedly stare about himself, faint, baby blue eyes meeting emerald.
A faint smile came to his lips.
"Cosmo....you do-"
The boy's eyes flickered again. The ELiminator paused.
And shot off into the dark skyline.
It would've been a wise idea to LOOK where you were going in space travel.
But, instead, he directed his attention to the boy still secured in his arms.
Now that they were out of danger, the Eliminator focused solely on him, and instantly realized just how weak the boy looked like. It was enough to say the bot was astounded the
boy was still conscious.
Now, if only He would STAY like this for awhile longer....at least until he could get Turner help.
Timmy's eyes flickered again.
Something hit the robotic stomach's bottom with full force.
"Timmy, no! I need you to stay awake!"
Splendid. He felt like slapping himself.
He had called the Darkness' playtoy by his FIRST name....
Timmy's orbs remained frozen.
Hearing the urgency in the bot's voice, Timmy clung to consciousness.
Unfortunately, the action had greatly cost the boy. And the bot noticed it when the young hybrid's dulled green eyes began to close.
"Turner, look at me," the cyborg pleaded, taking a hold of the child's face, feeling ill.
Did humans ALWAYS feel this cold? Or as limp as spaghetti?
Timmy did his best to keep his eyes focused on his arch-enemy, but his vision was darkening just as quickly as he was losing the battle to remain conscious.
"TURNER, NO!"
But Timmy slipped into darkness with a moan, head still spinning as all consciousness left his body.