A/N: This one gets kinda dark and bloody, so y'know... just a heads up.
Upon getting within range, Ricky swung his sword at Vicky's left arm, just above the elbow, Vicky merely moved her arm, seemingly intending to block the strike with her forearm.
"Vicky!" Timmy yelled, obviously worried for her safety.
The sword collided with her arm, Ricky may not have been particularly skilled with a sword, but he was strong, the kick he delivered to Timmy's chest was indicative of that. However while Timmy expected her arm to be cut off, or at least have a deep gash in it, there was only a high ringing sound that echoed through the cave, Vicky's hoodie was cut cleanly, but the armor that Wanda had granted her was undamaged.
"Well look at that! The armor works! Though I might still have a few bruises when we're done here."
"You clever bitch! Armor?! Really?! That's hardly fair!"
"Well, I never said I'd fight fair..."
Vicky now wanted to test if Ricky could still heal, and tried the same move that Ricky had on her. Swinging it with considerable force, she sliced into his arm, deep, and blood shot out from the wound.
"Ooh... not bad... but not nearly good enough!"
The sword had stopped when Vicky hit bone, and Ricky took her brief pause to stab his sword in her direction, towards her neck. Vicky saw this and briefly wondered why the armor didn't protect her neck and head, before dodging the blow. She felt her neck, feeling some wetness, he had got her, just a scratch, but it bled more than she thought it would, head and neck wounds usually do.
"Well Ricky, I'm impressed, you got me!" Timmy noticed a strange gleefulness in Vicky's voice, was she enjoying this? Vicky now had a sadistic grin on her face.
"She is enjoying this!" he thought to himself.
By now, Ricky's arm was covered in blood, the wound was closing itself, though very slowly. Vicky's continued bleeding however, she didn't have any magical abilities like Ricky. They were evenly matched, in some regard, Vicky with her skills, Ricky with his magic.
"Hey... Any chance we could get back together, babe? You know, old times sake? It would be a shame for me to have to kill you... Let's just kill the Twerp, and I'll forgive you! Whaddya say?" he sounded just the slightest bit desperate now.
Vicky's response was a slash to his face, Ricky pulled back, but was left with a horizontal cut across his nose.
"So... is that a 'no' then?" the cut began bleeding in response.
"I'm afraid I'll have to decline your... generous offer. Sorry." not since back when she had tortured him on a daily basis had Timmy seen the predatory grin that now adorned Vicky's face. It sent a nostalgic chill down his spine. He wondered if Ricky was feeling fear yet, his expression had changed from one of confidence to one that was unreadable.
"Glad I'm not fighting her..."
The fight continued for several more minutes, each side trading blows with the other. Vicky's clothes were becoming heavily ripped, but the chainmail held, she was only bleeding in places where the armor hadn't covered, she had a cut on her hand, one just below her right eye, and a second one on her neck, opposite side of the first.
Ricky on the other hand, was much more heavily wounded, the deep gash in his left arm was now much wider and deeper from repeated blows by Vicky, he now bore a cut on his cheek deep enough that from the right angle, one could see into his mouth, his teeth showing, a single large cut starting from the shin of his left leg to the upper thigh of his right, and a stab wound in his gut where Vicky had run him through, exiting near his spine.
The fatigue was evident on Vicky's face, she had delivered far more attacks than Ricky had, but she also blocked several of his attacks, and just didn't have the stamina that Ricky did, she was panting slightly now. Ricky wasn't however, despite the large amount of blood loss, he didn't seem to be slowing down much at all.
"Well babe... this has been fun. But how about we finish this, so I can move on to the Twerp?" they approached each other and readied their swords, then swung at each other, the swords colliding with a sound that almost seemed to shake the cavern with its echoes. Both swords emitted sparks as they clashed against each other.
"C'mon babe... you're tired, I'm tired, let's just let bygones be bygones, give up, I'll make it quick, your death I mean, not the Twerp's, he'll suffer..." there was a sadistic grin on his face as he spoke.
"No chance, either I die or you do... and I have no intention of dying here!" Vicky began pushing her sword harder than Ricky pushed his, and she forced him down on one knee, her smile becoming broader as she did.
"Well then babe, I guess it's you." Ricky suddenly reached into his vest and pulled out a sword that was around a foot and a half long, it didn't have a blade of any sort, it was, for all intents and purposes a giant needle with a sword handle, rather than an actual sword. While he held her back with his katana, he thrust the sword forward, she was right where he wanted her, she realized. The sword pierced her chest through her ribs, and continued through her left lung and out her back, he made sure it was buried in up to the hilt.
Time seemed to slow down for Vicky, she looked down in disbelief, her smile gone, at the sword in her chest and thought: "Huh. This hurts... I wonder if this'll kill me..." She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts and grabbed the hilt of the sword, keeping Ricky from pulling it out. She then pushed his sword away from hers and knocked it out of his hand, then swung again and hit him in his arm gash, causing him to release his grip on the needle-sword in pain.
Ricky stumbled back a few feet, unable to find his sword which had been knocked into the darkness of the cavern. Vicky walked toward him now, the sword still in her chest.
"Hah... Hah... You got me dick... this sword was perfect for fighting someone with chainmail... nice job."
"Well babe what now? I'm defenseless, and you're mortally wounded, how about you let me go? I'll just leave, and you can stay here and bleed out!"
"No *cough* I don't think so..." Vicky was beginning to cough up blood now.
"Vicky! Come on! At least have Cosmo and Wanda heal you!" Timmy yelled.
"Not yet! Not... until... I finish this!" she pulled the sword out of her chest with some difficulty and strode over to Ricky, delivering a rib shattering kick to his chest, not unlike the one he gave to Timmy, and knocking him to the floor.
Ricky now lied on the floor of the cave, gasping for air and looking towards the ceiling, or rather the abyss covering the ceiling, before Vicky came into view, and crouched down next to him. She stared at him now with a look of indifference, no pity, no remorse, no anger even, just indifference.
"Shit. So that's what that feels like..."
"What? Nothing to say? Well then allow me..." he had a look of contemplation on his face before speaking again. "At least I'll die with a raging boner..."
Vicky looked down his body to see he was, in fact, telling the truth, there was a raised tent in his pants.
"Really? Those are your last words? What the fuck is wrong with you?" she then plunged his needle-sword into his heart with all her strength, ensuring it entered the ground beneath him, stapling him to the ground, and following it with her own sword, doing the same thing. She then walked into the darkness and out of sight.
"What? You're not gonna finish me?! Come back you bitch! Finish what you started!"
There was only silence for a time before Vicky's footsteps were heard again, she stepped out of the darkness holding Ricky's lost sword and repeated her previous action one last time.
"I'm not gonna die from this you know... This can only hold me for so long!"
"Well neither of us are going to finish you, just a waste of strength..." Vicky walked over to Timmy and sat down on the ground next to where he stood. "Get Jorgen down here..." Vicky coughed again and wiped the blood from her mouth.
"I wish Jorgen was here..."
Jorgen suddenly appeared and looked around. "Ooh, not bad Turner, this place would make a suitable tomb for my enemies!" He looked at Vicky, noticing her wounds. "You should get her healed Turner... she won't survive much longer with wounds like that..."
Timmy looked at Vicky, a pleading look on his face.
"Fine... do it."
"I wish Vicky's wounds were healed!"
The cuts and gashes quickly closed themselves, and the color began to return to her paled face. Timmy knelt down next to her and brushed the hair from her face. "You okay?"
"I'm tired, and sore, but yeah, I'm fine..." she was still covered in her own blood, but at least it wasn't pouring out of her anymore, her clothes were in tatters, but the chainmail held together.
Timmy wrapped his arms around Vicky, hugging her as tight as he could.
"Timmy, you're crushing... me." he didn't release her, though his grip slackened slightly. He was shaking a bit. "Are you okay?"
"I thought you were going to die there..." his voice was muffled as he spoke against her neck, she felt wetness on her neck.
"Are- are you crying?"
"Yeah, a little..."
"It's fine, I'm fine... everything's fine now..." she rubbed his head gently.
"Why didn't you let me make the wish to heal you?"
"I don't know... It felt like the thing to do after an epic showdown, y'know? Not taking a break until I was sure the fight was done..."
"...You're an idiot..."
"Yeah, maybe..."
Jorgen looked over at Timmy and Vicky now. "Hmph... maybe they do make a nice couple..." Then walked over to where Ricky lay bleeding.
"Oh noes! The big bad fairy is gonna hurt me! I is so scared! You gonna cast me out of existence with your faggy wand?"
"Charming..." Jorgen produced his own phone from his belt and dialed a number. The phone rang several times before being answered, though Ricky couldn't hear the voice, he felt an unmistakeable chill go up his spine.
"Yeah, it's me. I know, right? It was fast, the girl has some serious skills, though she wasn't unscathed... Hm? No she's fine, magic wishes and all that... What? Oh she's fine, job keeps her busy, and mine keeps me busy, we don't see each other too often... How's- Oh, really? Sorry to hear that, well don't worry too much about it, if this kid could find love, you shouldn't have any problems... Alright, look just get down here. Dimmsdale Caverns, yep. See you in a sec."
"Who was that? You kept me waiting so long, I think I could feel myself aging!"
"You'll see..."
"Are you gonna finish me or what?! I'm getting bored waiting to die here!"
"No I won't."
A green portal suddenly opened, and out of it stepped a black cloaked figure wielding a scythe slightly larger than the figure itself.
"Sorry I took so long Jorgen, had to cut through the ghost zone to get here." the figure spoke with a slight Jamaican accent.
"He will."
"I will what?"
"He asked me to finish him, I said you will."
"This kid?" the figure pointed his scythe at Ricky. "Why? He's just a kid? How dangerous can he be?"
"Can you really ask that after dealing with your charge, Grim?"
"Hmph, I suppose I can't... She's not as bad now though..."
"Yes, the little girl who practically enslaved you isn't so bad, I can totally understand where you're coming from." Jorgen's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Bah, you wouldn't understand, Jorgen. From what you told me of that red head over there, that Timmy kid would understand how I feel better than you!"
"Alright, alright, just take care of this punk so I can get back to my job and you can get back to your girlfriend."
The figure walked over to Ricky and stood over him, grumbling all the while. "Jorgen, this kid isn't even dead!"
"Of course not, he isn't human! He's a magically created being, why else would I call you? I don't have the authority to mete out death like you do. I would just banish him to that island of unwishing but he's too dangerous to have around."
Grim looked Ricky over, seeing the swords pierced into his chest and the multitude of wounds in his body. "Yeesh, I guess you're right, no human could survive this... Well then child, are you prepared?"
"Prepared for what you bag of bones?! Who are you?!"
"I? I am the Grim Reaper!... Though as of late I do not get to do my job as often as I'd like, living in Endsville makes things... difficult."
"You? Hah! Stop fooling around! Vicky get over here and kill me or I'll destroy you, the Twerp, and both your families!"
Grim lowered his hood, exposing his bleached bone skull. "I am the Grim Reaper, child, whether or not you believe me matters not, you may not be dead, but you're close enough. I assume you've already said your preferred last words?"
That feeling of fear returned, Ricky began to realize that this wasn't a joke, this really was the Grim Reaper! "Now hold on here! You can't- you can't just do this! There must be rules or... or something! I was the wronged party here! I didn't wish myself into existence, he did! And it was for her! Then she tried to kill me! I only wanted revenge! Why should I die because of what they did?!"
"Dunno child, maybe the world just isn't fair... I certainly know that..."
Grim raised his scythe and brought it down into the ground next to Ricky, carving a tear in reality into the cavern floor.
"Ya missed ya bag of bones!"
"Defiant to the end huh? I didn't miss, I wasn't aiming for you, just opening the door..."
"Wha- What do you mean? What is that?! Dammit! Someone, anyone! I need help, Crocker you bastard!"
The portal in the floor widened and began to emit blood curdling screams, horrifying groans, and a multitude of sounds that would drive most anyone to insanity.
"Face your death with some courage, Babe!" Vicky yelled over the sounds of the portal, ensuring Ricky could hear her.
The portal widened more, emitting a black light, it darkened the cave as it poured out, and hands of all kinds began to reach out towards Ricky, clawed limbs, rotted human like hands, arms that seemed to be composed of darkness itself, tentacles from some creature... all kinds, all reaching for Ricky.
"Vicky! Help me please! I still love you! Not like this! Not like-" a tentacle wrapped itself around his mouth, muffling his cries for help.
Vicky merely looked away, the last thing he saw wouldn't be her eyes, he didn't deserve to.
"Mmph! Mmph?! Mmmmph!"
The hands removed the swords from his chest and pulled them into the portal, Ricky slowly followed, being dragged across the floor, after a few more seconds, he was pulled in completely. The portal began to close when Ricky suddenly appeared at the rim again, clawing his way back up, a desperate final attempt to escape, his face was now scorched and blistered, his wounds pouring blood again. A large clawed hand reached up behind him from the portal and hooked it's fingers into his mouth, catching him by the upper lip and pulling him back in, before the portal finally shut again plunging the cavern into silence, the only sound was dripping from somewhere far off.
"Wow that was uh... Pretty hardcore there, Grim..." said Jorgen.
"You did say you wanted him gone didn't you? Well he's gone, there's no coming back from where I sent him."
"You're sure? I mean I thought he was done when I had him taken care of... but we all know how that turned out..." Vicky spoke now.
Grim strode over to Vicky and offered his hand, she looked at him uncertainly.
"I don't kill everyone I touch, child..."
Vicky took his hand and stood up, Timmy standing with her to act as a crutch for her, she leaned on him heavily, the fight had taken more out of her than she thought.
"I'm sure. He isn't coming back."
"Well I guess I should thank you Mr. Reaper."
"Not really, I don't get to do my job much anymore, I do get some enjoyment out of my job, but my... friend keeps me busy. This was my pleasure, to be honest. I think you and her would get along, if you ever met."
Grim now looked over at Timmy who was struggling to look over Vicky for any wounds the magic may have missed, while also holding her up. At least Timmy thought he was, the lack of eyes made it ambiguous.
"You must be Timmy, it's a pleasure to meet you. Jorgen's told me a lot, how you two are friends..."
"Grim! Shut it!"
"I... may have said too much, anyway, this is quite a catch you have here child."
"I know..."
"Then you know that you have to get stronger? Just as she protects you, you may have to rise to the occasion one day and do the same."
"I'll be ready, sir."
"Hah! No need to be so formal, you can both call me Grim, you're both much more amicable than the two children I have to deal with. Speaking of which..." Grim pulled up the sleeve of his cloak, revealing a wristwatch. "I really must be getting back, Mandy will likely be worried..."
"Worried?" Jorgen spoke up.
"I mean angry, that's what I meant." he walked away a few feet and swept his scythe through the air, ripping another hole in reality, the green glow from when he arrived emanated from this one. "Well, take care you two, Jorgen." as he motioned towards the portal, a blue skinned pudgy figure in cover-alls came flying out of the portal.
"I am the box ghost!" he was met with Grim's scythe being swung at him like a baseball bat, knocking him back into the portal.
"You see?! This is why I hate taking the shortcut through the ghost zone! Half of the mooks in here were sent her by me! And they still don't care, even though they're dead! They can go literally anywhere they want! Any universe, any plane of existence, but they all come out of my portals or in Amity Park!" Grim then entered the portal and it sealed shut behind him.
"I wish we were back in my room."
Vicky, Timmy, and Jorgen reappeared in Timmy's room. Timmy helped Vicky over to the bed and helped her out of her tattered clothes and chainmail, she was left in her underwear, and covered in her own, (and likely Ricky's) blood. Timmy looked over his shoulder to see Jorgen stealing a glance at Vicky.
"Do you mind?!"
"Oh, er... so- sorry..." Jorgen turned toward the fishbowl and began conversing with Cosmo and Wanda.
"Timmy, I'm gonna go take a bath..." Vicky stood up from the bed and staggered slightly, Timmy caught her and had her lean on him, then led her to the bathroom. Vicky turned the water on hot and allowed the tub to fill.
"Care to join me...?"
"Maybe later... I'm gonna see Jorgen out... You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just... exhausted... but we did it, right?"
"Well you did it Vicky, I just stood by and watched..."
"Pfft... Whatever... you were there for moral support." Vicky went to reach behind her and couldn't. "Timmy, could you unhook my bra, I'm too tired to reach it..."
Timmy blushed bright red at her request. "Uh... yeah... sure." He struggled for a few seconds before undoing the clasp.
"Thanks Timmy-" she looked over her shoulder and saw a cloud of dust leading to the bathroom door, which shut half a second later. Vicky erupted into a fit of giggles at his reaction.
Jorgen turned around to see Timmy when he heard the bedroom door slam shut.
"Everything all right, Turner? Your face is bright red."
"Oh yeah. Just- just fine!"
"If there's nothing else, Turner, I really should go."
"...Alright, thanks again for the help Jorgen."
Jorgen then poofed himself out of existence. Cosmo and Wanda, on the other hand, poofed out of the fishbowl and in front of Timmy.
"So it's done then, huh sport?"
"Yeah, I guess so... It's probably for the best that you guys didn't see what me and Vicky did... I'm gonna have nightmares for a few weeks after that... You know how they say things like 'I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy'? That pretty much sums up what happened down there."
"So what happens now Timmy?"
"I dunno, guess we enjoy the rest of the summer..." he began picking up Vicky's tattered clothes, tossing them into the trash, the chainmail he hung up in the closet. "Of course, we still need to watch out for Crocker, and I'd be surprised if the police didn't show up here asking about Francis... but I think we're past the hardest part now... I love you guys. I don't think I say it enough, but I do."
"We love you too, Timmy." Cosmo, Wanda, and Timmy embraced then, happy it was finally done, and things could return to relative normal in Dimmsdale. "Maybe you should go check on Vicky, sport, she's had a rough day..." Wanda whispered to Timmy.
"Er... yeah, probably a good idea..." his face turned a bright shade of crimson at the thought.
"You okay? You're face is all red, Timmy." Cosmo put his hand on Timmy's forehead. "And you're burning up!"
"Now honey, Timmy's fine, he's just preoccupied with his... thoughts, that's all... let's leave him to it." with that they poofed back into the fishbowl and swam into their little castle.
Timmy walked back to the bathroom door and knocked on it.
"Come in." she didn't sound as tired now.
Timmy opened the door and was met with a wall of steam that flowed out around him. "Vicky?"
"I'm in here."
"Well yeah, but... there's so much steam, it's like a sauna in here, only there's more steam..."
"You do know the layout of the bathroom by memory, don't you?"
She had a point, he could easily find his way around with his eyes closed if he wanted to. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, then put his hand over his eyes and the other out in front of him, trying to sense his way around in the fog.
"You probably shouldn't cover your eyes..."
"Well I was just being respectful..." he then tripped over her discarded underwear and fell to the floor with an audible 'thud'.
"Because I haven't picked up my clothes and you might trip."
"Yeah..." he got up and again covered his eyes and put one hand in front of himself after kicking her clothes toward the far wall. He made his way over to where his mind told him the tub should be and suddenly felt a wet hand grab his outstretched one. "Wha-" he collided lightly with the edge of the tub.
"You can move your hand."
"But you're naked-"
She moved his hand away and he was greeted by the sight of Vicky sitting in the tub, up to her shoulders in bubbles.
"Yep, but I don't think you'll see much with all the soap."
Vicky looked at Timmy's face, the redness was fading, and there was a flash of disappointment(?) on his face, he covered it up quickly with a worried look now. The water was a light pinkish-red color.
"Don't worry, I'm not bleeding anymore, most of it's Ricky's anyway."
A look of relief washed over Timmy's face. "Are you really okay? Like really?"
"Well I did just defeat a male clone of myself, and I got pretty cut up in the fight, and I'm pretty sore still... but yeah, I'm really okay." she pulled him close to her and leaned out of the tub, placing a kiss on his lips, it only lasted a few seconds, but it mattered little to either of them, it was their first real kiss in the relationship, and Timmy's first in general. "But thanks for worrying about me..."
Timmy found he was unable to respond, he was shocked by the sudden display of affection, and the warm feeling coursing through his body.
"So I'm guessing that was pretty good for you then?"
No response, Timmy was evidently in shock.
"Maybe you should go lay down for a while, I'll be in shortly."
Timmy nodded dumbly and left the bathroom, shuffling away like a zombie.
Vicky erupted into another giggle fit, struggling to keep her laughter under control.
"That is just too much fun!"
Timmy had returned to his room and slumped down onto the bed, lying on his back. He brought his hand up to touch his lips. He was happy, and suddenly very tired, and drifted off to sleep.
A/N#2: Well I certainly hope nobody liked Ricky, he ain't coming back from that. Also if anyone's wondering, yes that Grim Reaper from that show. Thanks again for all the reviews and I urge you to check out the fics by Samuel Sadi, Am Sadi, hoagie (even though he/she doesn't write anymore, at least I don't think he/she does), and FabulousandDevious, all very good writers in my opinion, if you haven't already.