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Chapter 8
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Never Forget
Chapter 8
When Vicky arrived at her hotel and Timmy followed her silently, no one dared to say anything. They wouldn't attempt to damage Vicky's reputation the same way twice; they knew how badly it could backfire and the media's credibility had already been affected severely enough.
Vicky tossed her blazer over the back of her chair in the dinning area of her large room. She tugged her black skirt into place and sat down crossing her legs. She glanced at her watch. "The food will be here in about five minutes, I told them to have it ready and bring it up as soon as I arrived." They would certainly keep an eye on the look out for someone like her so the staff wouldn't miss her arrival.
"Hey Vicky..."
"Look who finally found his voice!"
Ignoring the sarcasm Timmy continued. Though judging by Vicky's expression he guessed the meeting was a success; she looked tired, maybe tired enough to lower her guard just a little and give him a real answer to the question that had been puzzling him for years. "Why do you hate me?"
Vicky looked like she was actually giving it some thought. "Well, I used to hate all children. Maybe because I had an annoying little sister or..." a neglected childhood, "or because I was stuck babysitting and couldn't find a better job t Dimmsdale..."
"But why me specifically? I know you hate or at least hated all kids, but you hated me more, didn't you?"
"It's funny, I can't even remember why I hated you the most. I suppose it's because sometimes you managed to get away with a few things that the other kids couldn't pull off as if aided by magic." Vicky laughed. "Looks like I don't have a real answer for you."
The food was brought in, served, and Vicky tipped the waiter, though Timmy thought the tip might be for something other than the food, keeping an eye on the movement of the media, bringing her important information, things like that.
The meal was definitely good, exquisite meat, vegetables and cake for dessert. "Vicky..." Timmy spoke after a while of horridly eating in silence, his stomach was getting loud and he didn't care about table manners anyway. "If you don't even remember why you hate me then why not stop?"
Timmy observed Vicky, but her attention was elsewhere, focused on the wall behind Timmy. "What's wrong?"
Vicky got up and approached the wall where several paintings hung. "The painting..."
For a moment Timmy's breath caught in his throat and he feared for his fairies who were currently inhabiting the painting with shades of pink and green on a dark blue background as a green haired sailor was charmed by a pink haired mermaid. But that was not the painting Vicky picked up.
Next to the painting where Cosmo and Wanda hid there was another, depicting a sunset at sea. On cliff overlooking the ocean there stood a blurry figure, unidentifiable in age or gender. Vicky's fingers traced over the canvas before finally putting the painting back where it was. "Finish your dinner, you can take the cake with you. I'm driving you home as soon as you're done."
Timmy did not protest and finished eating as quickly as possible. He took the cake home as it was offered and Vicky drove him there.
Vicky's conversation with Timmy's parents was short and polite and luckily it placed him in a good light. After Vicky left Timmy and his parents shared the cake and Timmy's punishment at home was lifted as a consequence of Vicky's approving words, though Timmy would still have to see Vicky the next day.
Afterwards, when Timmy was able to relax in his room in the company of Cosmo and Wanda, he kept wondering about the painting Vicky that caught Vicky's attention and how she looked concerned as she took it off the wall. He watched as Cosmo fidgeted and Wanda sighted. "Timmy, about the painting that was next to us..." When Wanda used that tone, Timmy knew it was bad news.
"What about it?" Timmy knew Vicky had seen something strange about it but didn't know what it could be.
"It was him," Wanda didn't need to say more, Timmy understood.
"Why did he come back?"
Wanda shook her head, she didn't know the answer. Cosmo continued to shift uncomfortable, he was unusually quiet. "His aura was dark and scary..." the green haired fairy finally said.
"Could Vicky be in danger?" It wouldn't make a lot of sense for that strange anti-fairy like creature to make Vicky keep her memories then kill her. If he wanted her silence he could have just let Jorgen erase Vicky's memories.
"It's possible, we don't know the killer's motives but I think it's safe to assume he's insane. His movements might not make any sense," Wanda grimaced.
Timmy locked the door of his room and turned the lights off. If his parents came by for any reason, which was unlikely but not impossible, they would assume he was sleeping. "Let's go, I wish I was at Vicky's room.
xoxox xox xoxox
The hit of a right hook to the jaw was followed by a scream of surprise. The room was dark, covered in purple mist, and a being wrapped in shadows was flying around, it was the same assassin with a slightly different appearance. He laughed evilly and vanished. The purple mist cleared up and the lights flickered back on.
"I don't know where you came from, but you know what's going on, don't you?" Timmy had not yet recovered from the punch when Vicky pushed him to a sitting position on the bed while she paced back and forth, pulling her pale blue robe tighter around her body. "Speak."
Timmy rubbed the sore spot noting that the two of the roses in a base in the corner of the room were different from the others, one pink and one green while the rest were red. "Why did you hit me?"
"I was trying to hit that... thing. You appeared out of no where, how did you do that?"
Timmy knew he was in trouble, but it might have been worse if he hasn't appeared when he did. "Teleportation... I learned it on the internet."
"The truth," Vicky glared threateningly.
"Would you believe me if I said magic?" Magic, not fairies.
"Go on."
"That creature is a wanted criminal, a magical criminal. You're not even supposed to remember him but for some reason your memories about magic can't be erased," Timmy half explained.
"I see, so I wasn't hallucinating because I've been working too hard, and the nightmares were all real. I wasn't sleepwalking and having nightmares, those fights really did happen." Vicky paused letting it all sink it. The thought of magic seemed impossible but at the same time the only possibility. "I always knew there was something different about you. Why did he run away when you arrived?"
"I don't know, I can't say my magic is more powerful then his..." It made no sense, "he's insane; it doesn't have to make a lot of sense."
"But I'm going to make sense out of it. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to stalk or kill me, but never with the use of magic. Timmy Turner, you got yourself a job, from now on you'll be my assistant." It was decided, and since Timmy was her only clue, Vicky wouldn't take no for an answer.
To be Continued
Disclaimer, I do not own Fairly Oddparents.
Chapter 8
When Vicky arrived at her hotel and Timmy followed her silently, no one dared to say anything. They wouldn't attempt to damage Vicky's reputation the same way twice; they knew how badly it could backfire and the media's credibility had already been affected severely enough.
Vicky tossed her blazer over the back of her chair in the dinning area of her large room. She tugged her black skirt into place and sat down crossing her legs. She glanced at her watch. "The food will be here in about five minutes, I told them to have it ready and bring it up as soon as I arrived." They would certainly keep an eye on the look out for someone like her so the staff wouldn't miss her arrival.
"Hey Vicky..."
"Look who finally found his voice!"
Ignoring the sarcasm Timmy continued. Though judging by Vicky's expression he guessed the meeting was a success; she looked tired, maybe tired enough to lower her guard just a little and give him a real answer to the question that had been puzzling him for years. "Why do you hate me?"
Vicky looked like she was actually giving it some thought. "Well, I used to hate all children. Maybe because I had an annoying little sister or..." a neglected childhood, "or because I was stuck babysitting and couldn't find a better job t Dimmsdale..."
"But why me specifically? I know you hate or at least hated all kids, but you hated me more, didn't you?"
"It's funny, I can't even remember why I hated you the most. I suppose it's because sometimes you managed to get away with a few things that the other kids couldn't pull off as if aided by magic." Vicky laughed. "Looks like I don't have a real answer for you."
The food was brought in, served, and Vicky tipped the waiter, though Timmy thought the tip might be for something other than the food, keeping an eye on the movement of the media, bringing her important information, things like that.
The meal was definitely good, exquisite meat, vegetables and cake for dessert. "Vicky..." Timmy spoke after a while of horridly eating in silence, his stomach was getting loud and he didn't care about table manners anyway. "If you don't even remember why you hate me then why not stop?"
Timmy observed Vicky, but her attention was elsewhere, focused on the wall behind Timmy. "What's wrong?"
Vicky got up and approached the wall where several paintings hung. "The painting..."
For a moment Timmy's breath caught in his throat and he feared for his fairies who were currently inhabiting the painting with shades of pink and green on a dark blue background as a green haired sailor was charmed by a pink haired mermaid. But that was not the painting Vicky picked up.
Next to the painting where Cosmo and Wanda hid there was another, depicting a sunset at sea. On cliff overlooking the ocean there stood a blurry figure, unidentifiable in age or gender. Vicky's fingers traced over the canvas before finally putting the painting back where it was. "Finish your dinner, you can take the cake with you. I'm driving you home as soon as you're done."
Timmy did not protest and finished eating as quickly as possible. He took the cake home as it was offered and Vicky drove him there.
Vicky's conversation with Timmy's parents was short and polite and luckily it placed him in a good light. After Vicky left Timmy and his parents shared the cake and Timmy's punishment at home was lifted as a consequence of Vicky's approving words, though Timmy would still have to see Vicky the next day.
Afterwards, when Timmy was able to relax in his room in the company of Cosmo and Wanda, he kept wondering about the painting Vicky that caught Vicky's attention and how she looked concerned as she took it off the wall. He watched as Cosmo fidgeted and Wanda sighted. "Timmy, about the painting that was next to us..." When Wanda used that tone, Timmy knew it was bad news.
"What about it?" Timmy knew Vicky had seen something strange about it but didn't know what it could be.
"It was him," Wanda didn't need to say more, Timmy understood.
"Why did he come back?"
Wanda shook her head, she didn't know the answer. Cosmo continued to shift uncomfortable, he was unusually quiet. "His aura was dark and scary..." the green haired fairy finally said.
"Could Vicky be in danger?" It wouldn't make a lot of sense for that strange anti-fairy like creature to make Vicky keep her memories then kill her. If he wanted her silence he could have just let Jorgen erase Vicky's memories.
"It's possible, we don't know the killer's motives but I think it's safe to assume he's insane. His movements might not make any sense," Wanda grimaced.
Timmy locked the door of his room and turned the lights off. If his parents came by for any reason, which was unlikely but not impossible, they would assume he was sleeping. "Let's go, I wish I was at Vicky's room.
xoxox xox xoxox
The hit of a right hook to the jaw was followed by a scream of surprise. The room was dark, covered in purple mist, and a being wrapped in shadows was flying around, it was the same assassin with a slightly different appearance. He laughed evilly and vanished. The purple mist cleared up and the lights flickered back on.
"I don't know where you came from, but you know what's going on, don't you?" Timmy had not yet recovered from the punch when Vicky pushed him to a sitting position on the bed while she paced back and forth, pulling her pale blue robe tighter around her body. "Speak."
Timmy rubbed the sore spot noting that the two of the roses in a base in the corner of the room were different from the others, one pink and one green while the rest were red. "Why did you hit me?"
"I was trying to hit that... thing. You appeared out of no where, how did you do that?"
Timmy knew he was in trouble, but it might have been worse if he hasn't appeared when he did. "Teleportation... I learned it on the internet."
"The truth," Vicky glared threateningly.
"Would you believe me if I said magic?" Magic, not fairies.
"Go on."
"That creature is a wanted criminal, a magical criminal. You're not even supposed to remember him but for some reason your memories about magic can't be erased," Timmy half explained.
"I see, so I wasn't hallucinating because I've been working too hard, and the nightmares were all real. I wasn't sleepwalking and having nightmares, those fights really did happen." Vicky paused letting it all sink it. The thought of magic seemed impossible but at the same time the only possibility. "I always knew there was something different about you. Why did he run away when you arrived?"
"I don't know, I can't say my magic is more powerful then his..." It made no sense, "he's insane; it doesn't have to make a lot of sense."
"But I'm going to make sense out of it. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to stalk or kill me, but never with the use of magic. Timmy Turner, you got yourself a job, from now on you'll be my assistant." It was decided, and since Timmy was her only clue, Vicky wouldn't take no for an answer.
To be Continued
Disclaimer, I do not own Fairly Oddparents.
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