The Last Eliminator
All's Well That Ends Well
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Well, everyone, this is it. Arigatou....for those of you who stayed with Timmy to the bitter end. Things may look horrible in the beginning of the
end...but don't cry-not all is what it appears to be. ^^
Please....take care, everyone-and I will be resuming one of my FOP fictions-but which one first? Can you guys tell me what'd you like to see more
of first: P&T, Hittin' the Road, or Love thy godfather, godmother, and godson?
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Quote:
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I….
….I took the road less traveled by.
And that, has made all the difference."
Mark closed his eyes, a small grin on his face.
Shhhyyeeeaaahhh.
It had been done.
He wondered vaguely how the fairy with cropped hair and his cronies were going to react….
Still, he'd played his role-and hopefully well. He'd offer them a ride……but it was friggin' Turner they were talking about.
And if anyone knew Turner, they'd know it was impossible for the little guy to lose.
With a triumphant grin, Mark fired up the engines, rocketing away in the furious beam of light that had overtaken the universe in a streak of silver
sparks.
Silence, save for the wind.
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It had been in a flurry of sparks-and the furious march of combat boots-before he'd been able to make his appearance on the broken bit of stone.
Jorgan Von Strangle glared around the rumble, shading his eyes against the brilliant ray of sunshine above the world.
In a gentle sweep of sparkling illumination-the final shard of the Darkness had been….cured.
Writhing black masses had been reduced to a soft warmth falling upon the world below.
And the screams had been silenced.
Jorgan's crew cast their leader puzzled looks as the head chief cast a dark look around the remains of a former asteroid belt.
Hence the name…. "former." There was hardly any room to stand at all for a better investigation! The Fairy was forced to drift among the dusty
remains of pebbled gravel, frowning slightly.
The Darkness had been altered to rejoin its light counterpart-the kindness.
And now….
Flickering gently, as if falling upon warm, glittering waters gently sloshing back and forth against the damp, flour like sand……
But the fairy felt more then slightly uneasy as he cast a look around the vicinity.
Where was Puny Turner?
Poof?
Cosmo?
Wanda?
He bit back a string of curses.
Finally, FINALLY-he could manage the poofing sequence once the State of Emergency in Fairy World had died down. For awhile, he had to wonder if
Turner had to capture a fourth wand…seeing as there happened to be a red, somewhat badly drawn wand in the Cave Prophecy…..
But no. That was not the case. There were no eliminators….and certainly no signs of the Darkness doing what it loved best-chasing down the
Chosen One.
But…then again, there were no signs of the Chosen One on Earth, either. And that was more then troubling…..
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Jorgan's crew continued to search with beeping wands-but having little to no success in their tracking rates. The fairies were getting a bit tense by
this time, and Jorgan felt like snapping his wand in two.
Blast it-WHERE WERE THEY?!
It had been hours since the Emergency sequence alarms had gone off in Fairy World….and puny Turner's fairies' had their wands cut off from the
main signal of the Big Wand.
….but….they'd recharged in link. So, where were they now….?
If it involved even a shard of the Darkness' original form…..
Turner's scent had to be all over this one.
Jorgan suspiciously peered around the rocky ruins, scratching his head occasionally.
"Turner....?"
There was no answer.
The less then bright fairy attempted again.
"Poof....?"
No answer. A breeze lightly tugged at Jorgan's bleached hair.
"Wa-"
But Jorgan broke off, as his wand slid from his fingers.
His eyes widened, and he immediately blew the small whistle around his neck.
"Fairy Force! TO ME!"
It could not be.
But it WAS.
There, just a few millimeters in front of him, lay Cosmo, drifting in midair.
But for once, the little clod wasn't giggling.
Or blathering on.
In fact, he was quite silent.
A little….too silent then what was common for him.
Jorgan wheeled around.
Wanda's pink orbs were blankly staring at the sky, staring….but seeing nothing.
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A sickening jolt sounded in the fairy's heart as he turned around.
Poof.
The little fairy lay, quite motionless, in Timmy Turner's arms, the two lying on one of the surviving stones.
The rock had withstood the rage of the Darkness' tranfigurations…..
…..but, it was clear, as Jorgan weakly picked up the rubber like hand of Turner's corpse….
They hadn't.
Everyone, calm down. This: Number One, is NOT a scenario like Timmy in Peril. Those four are NOT moving anytime soon.
But....^^
There is.....a twist.
At the end…you can laugh. Que sera sera-everything will be fine. Trust me on this.
It was raining.
It is rather difficult, for it to storm when your metropolis is on TOP of the clouds....but the fairies thought it more sporting for gloomier weather-and
so, had managed.
The death of a Fairy was...rare. Almost unheard of.
In reality, fairies like Jorgan did not really grasp such a humanoid concept of the end. When a fairy....ended, it was really more of a matter of them
simply vanishing-and no one really knowing where they'd gone.
The last fairy who'd....gone away was Wanda's mother. Practically everyone in Fairy World had come to the chapel for such an event.
But now, with the death of not one....but two fairies....and the only fairy baby in existence.....
...and that of a godchild.
Godkids weren't supposed to...end, seeing as they were the fairies' responsibility.
But the Chosen One had followed his fairies to...well.....away.
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Aliens, fairies, robots, doctors, monsters, pixies, anti-fairies, fish, an ant named Carl....
Some sat at the pews-Vandissimo could be seen weeping inbetween every few seconds he was glancing at himself in the mirrors....while others,
like Mama Cosma in a black mourning veil-stood, some crying softly.
Jorgan was rubbing a red face as he awkwardly stepped up to the podium...
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It even made the three fairies and ten year old boy feel almost teary, looking discretely behind a pillar, watching Jorgan pull out a handkerchief
and blow heavily in behalf....
....for the limp and motionless Cosmo, Wanda, Timmy, and Poof dolls.
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"Y'know, it IS a shame not to show up at our own funeral," commented Cosmo, watching his doll being lowered into the ground with interest.
He pouted.
Hey!
No fair.....how come doll-Cosmo got to go into the nice ground?
"It's a shame not being able to be buried in it."
Wanda just chuckled softly, and affectionately punched at her husband's arm.
"Y'know....eventually, THEY will find out that we shifted dead models of ourselves in their place," she commented, giving Timmy a peck on the
cheek.
"And then...pretty much kill us for real."
Timmy simply shrugged, a small smile on his face.
"Yeah, well....y'know fairies. They like to party. And I for one, well..."
He managed a grin.
"...I'd rather spend a bit of alone time with my godfamily.....if that's alright."
Ah.
This-was-the-life-!
With a sigh, the robot leaned backwards in his seat, looking sleepy.
So.
Boss went soft.
He supposed, in the end, he should've guessed. Turner's invincibility didn't come from the fact that he was dim witted, slightly thoughtless-or had
parents that had been reported under the terms of "bad" a good six times.
It was from one simple fact: You could never help but be on the boy's side. He was difficult not to love.
The robot watched from the shores of Honolulu, the sun twinkling merrily, enraptured in its new wholeness.
The Turner kid had really done it. The bot leaned back, expression lazy as he sipped some fruity umbrella drink handed to him by a ukulele
strumming native, leaning back in a relaxing beach chair....
And then choked as Turner raced across the heavens like a shooting star in a flurry of sparks....in a flying green car.
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"Slow down, you idiots-!"
Carsmo simply let out a euphoric beeping sound. Timmy let out a cheer as he violently skidded to the right.
"WISNEY, here we come-!"
He stared at the four-who were already racing away. He sighed, and picked up an old magazine.
"Meh. Not my concern."
The Ever Loving End.