The Last Eliminator

Angels of Love and Silence

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Thank you SO much, everyone! That wasn't QUITE what I meant....but I'm really, really happy you DID! ROFLOL! Timmy has the warm glow of

friendship now.....as well as Norm's lamp! Awesomesauce.

One of my reviewers even went above and beyond the call of the duty with a cute picture! I love cute pictures! I love you guys!

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O.O Forgive me. Two chapters left...and then, Love thy Godson!

Take care, aye? ^^

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Quote:

"In hath greatest beauty in life is often one shared with those who love, aye?"

…….

It hurt.

Even when Cosmo's response had triggered a reaction that at least allowed Timmy to see his own body in the darkness-it was getting harder and harder

to breathe in here.

And the terrifying realization had folded over him at this point:

If he did not act soon, the Darkness would remain as such.

And it would eagerly fold over him and its new…"hearts."

~*~*~*~*~

Wanda abruptly shook Cosmo, who was staring into the distance, looking about the same whenever his wife forced him to watch something which to him crawled from the filth of the Earth-a shapeless, formless mass of death with six eyes and mouths gaping over its stinking flesh, each garbed with a set of fangs.

Which he referred to as educational TV, but that was something else altogether.

"COSMO! Do you-has he-?!"

The fairy's green orbs widened.

"Deet," he said thoughtfully, as if an afterthought.

"Deet, deet deetdeetdeet-deet, deet deet-deet, deet."

Mark flashed Wanda a bewildered look, and, with a shrug, slapped Cosmo across the face with a brilliantly green tentacle.

The fairy started violently, and then began to blink, pausing to gaze at the pretty little stars forming around his vision.

"Deet," he commented with a slight frown. Then, his expression brightened somewhat.

"Heyyy…..great news, Wanda! The Darkness is talking again!"

A euphoric smile had settled on his face after Wanda had given him yet another flummoxed look.

~*~*~*~

That was it.

Either they'd put off putting Cosmo for his usual nigh-nigh, or….

The fairy frowned again.

"Oh, yeah. The Darkness is in agony stasis."

Splendid. NOW the fairy was using words beyond a first grade reading level?

But Cosmo had not finished yet.

"Timmy….and Poof are causing it."

~*~*~*~*

The pink fairy's eyes had dilated into shock as she finally understood.

Cosmo's empty head was receiving a signal!

With a jolt in her heart, Wanda's breath escaped her in a gasp.

That had to mean-!

"Please….!"

A young man started, about to draw his profile avatar-which featured the Chesire Cat-to a close.

…..?

Who was….asking? And for what?

~*~

Timmy was falling much faster now-as if he no longer tumbled through grimy, convulsing shadow-but water, keeping a fast old on Poof's illuminous body.

How deep WAS this place? The pressure was building around his body to an almost unbearable point.

His insides were writhing, his body broken into a cold sweat.

ENOUGH!

He'd had enough. He'd seen enough!

There was nothing here. Despair silently broke onto himself, and the boy could hardly stifle a wild cry.

He was alone.

Alone, and in the-!

It was hurting again.

Let me out.

Timmy's pleas were unanswered by the Darkness.

Please, let me go! LET ME OUT, ALREADY!

But nothing. A ripple passed through the air…or whatever was left of it. Something was desperately tugging at him.

Timmy and Poof had fallen a good hundred feet in this desolate wasteland.

And now, as Timmy's burning lungs cried for release, a thought struck him.

He was drowning in Darkness.

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"N-No! Poof! Don't cry! Don't cry!"

But the fairy baby was beginning to wail, and the light was already flickering from his bo-

I reached this conclusion after a visit this morning to my neighborhood gas station/convenience store/gouge-a-torium.

….Timmy started slightly.

…….what? That almost sounded like one of Wanda's usual complaining…and more then often nagging letters to the editor……

~*~

Well.

It hadn't been the brightest thing to do, admittedly, but Wanda had no time for such thoughts when she'd exited the ship, bones burning with resolve…..

And threw herself into the Darkness, Cosmo alongside her.

~*~

Man.

It WAS Dark in here!

But, even in the stifling mass, Wanda continued to scream:

"Poof!"

"Timmy!"

No answer.

No answer. Wanda closed her eyes, halting another wave of hapless panic.

"Mother gave me her resolve. Father, his eyes."

That had been an old tune Wanda's mother had sometimes sang to the twins before….leaving. Though she wondered if the lines were "Father gave me his resolve. Mother, his eyes." She could remember.

Fairies never died, but some simply…..

……well, what Big Daddy had said about the road where even fairies crossed into sometimes- was true.

Death was universal. Everyone died, but not everyone lived.

But no one was taking her boys away.

Not on her own, immortal dead body.
~*~*~

Cosmo ripped around, eyes frantic.

"Wanda, I never thought I'd ask you this…..but NAG! Nag with what your father GAVE YOU ALREADY!"

Wanda threw him a desperate look.

"THIS PLACE IS ABOUT TO IMPLODE, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO-?!"

Cosmo nodded with approval, ducking the fairy's hit.

"Keep it comin'! They need to know we're here!"

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Now, I've been driving for quite a while. My first car was two stone wheels and a stick, so I'm old enough to remember when a smiling team of

attendants rushed out to check my tires, my water, my oil. Heck, on a good day, they even checked me out.

Now everything's "self serve." I don't know how YOU feel, but I'm not the person I particularly want to be served by.

After shoving my credit card every way but folded in half, I finally got the request to choose between a gas that was a nickle more a gallon, or a

dime more a gallon. Hmmmm.....that's a poser.

As the gas flowed into the tank, I realized that nature was calling. Well, screaming, actually. I went inside to use the "clean, comfortable" restroom.

Trust me, friends. I know clean and comfortable. Clean and comfortable are friends of mine. This restroom was not clean and comfortable.

I half expected to see John Hancock's signature by the "last cleaned by" sheet on the door.

And, after washing my hands, I turned on the hand-dryer.....

...and waited....

...and waited....

I'm thinkin' they should just put "Wipe hands on pants" on the bathroom door.

"Hey junior," I commented to the teenager reading a Car magazine behind the counter, stepping out at last. "Either you need to fix the blower in the

ladies' bathroom-or stop sellin' quart sized slurpies in the store."

When Mr. Baseball cap finally looked up at me with a distant look in his eyes and said, "Huh?" I knew the problem would soon be taken care of.

"Hand drier." I repeated. "Ladies room. Broken. Stop me if this is too hard for you."

"Want me to get the manager?" he mumbled.

"Oh, no. I wouldn't want to interrupt his junior-high classes."

"Yeah, right. He's in High School."

So, I paid a dollar for a nickle's worth of candy bar, then stepped out into the fume laden sunshine.

After all, afternoon rush traffic was waiting.

…..

…almost comforting, in a round about way. The corners of Timmy's mouth twitched as he faintly wriggled the tips of his fingers, the only part of his body not submerged into complete and utter shadow.

The boy was dying. As for Poof, the infant was lying motionless in his own limp hands.

It sounded like Wanda was on one of her tangents. He never knew it would be such a wonderful thing to hear before he died.

But it sounded a little too real then what was good for him. Timmy's eyelids flickered…..

…….and then widened quite abruptly as someone seized his icy fingertips with their own.

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Who-?!

Who had…..

Cocooned in the darkness, the absolute darkness, the boy could breathe it in-and taste the scent.

But the unfamiliar-yet so familiar-!

A familiar scent. And a voice.

Someone was crying. Poof feebly stirred in his arms.

Confusion swept into the young boy's spirit as he feebly extended a hand-someone struggling to tug him away from a jello-like substance.

Arms closed around his shoulders. Someone shaking, even as the mass covering 97% of Timmy and Poof's bodies began to hungrily devour into the unfamiliar entity near the two like cold flame-!

"Timmy…."

And, as the two fairies were pulled deeper below, someone embraced him.

A familiar perfume.

A familiar elevator-tune tinkling faintly into his ears.

Blue orbs widened again.

~*~*~*~

And

The

W

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L

D

Shattered into brilliant

Spectrums

As-!

*(UE*%^IR!?????!!!!

The day he'd thrown the toy at the wall…..and….

The time Cosmo had mailed Francis to Ecuador as a favor to Timmy….though, he did quite honestly have to ask himself whatever had Ecuador done to him….

Images were flashing by in a hazeless, absentminded motion…..!

It was warm.

It was warm, quiet, and so very, very dark.

But Timmy wordlessly felt the screaming essence cradling his body all the same.

Silently, he'd tugged the essence of the shadows into the warmth, allowing an astonished entity into the circle, mentally closing over it, like a parent would close the door for a sleeping child's bedroom after turning off the lights…..

It was warm-if not now burning. The signals the boy was receiving on Earth were about to make his eyeballs melt out…..

….rather like educational television. It varied.

Something was building up wildly, a mass transfusion of energy vibrating wildly, from deep within the spaceless Earth, as if the core itself was peeling into two-!

And something broke.

~*~

Like that of the three wands…..it shattered into brilliance, light flooding in, blinding, stinging, lightlightlight…..!

Wanda's arm around his waist, Timmy's cobalt eyes widening, he managed to mouth a barely coherent wish over the sounds of the rising gusts as Poof's hand found something in the blinding array-!

A flurry of sparks from Poof's rattle. Ditto on the occasional from Cosmo's and Wanda's.

And then, all was silent on the little rock.

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....................^^ Whew! Yes….I know….I'm weird. D: One more chapter to go, folks! :D