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Never Forget
0 ReviewsIn the silence of a dark dungeon, Vicky recalls the events that made her end up in such a place, trapped with Timmy Turner. TimmyxVicky
Never Forget
Chapter 1
She was Vicky, Icky Vicky, and she was not afraid. However, she couldn't deny her desire to live, and by the way Timmy Turner clung to her, she knew he wanted her to live too. It was strange really, when she retuned to Dimmsdale she thought the trip would be short. Arrive, check in to the hotel, since she was not planning to visit anyone, attend a business meeting, fire a few idiots, climb another step up the ladder to taking over Doug's company, or at least one of them, and being one step closer to world domination by monopoly. She never thought so many complications would arise.
That which starts well ends well, some said, and this had most definitely started badly and continued rolling downhill from there. It all started with not wanting to ask for directions and the embarrassing situation of getting lost in her own home town. Granted, she hasn't been there for six years, having left when Timmy was twelve and she was eighteen, but she would still never admit she has taken a wrong turn in Dimmsdale, the place had changed but that was no excuse in her book.
The wrong turn led Vicky down a desolated road she could have sworn came out of nowhere. Flashes of green and pink were seen in the distance amid the black that was too dark for the early evening. "Run! This is a dangerous criminal, I will handle this!" A muscular man dressed in camouflage pants and a green sleeveless shirt yelled. His hair was white and Vicky was sure she saw a pair of small wings on his back and a floating crown as she slammed on the breaks and brought her car to a halt.
The criminal the muscular man spoke of held a severed head by its unnaturally colored long hair, blood still dripping from the neck. The man with messy black hair, a ragged business suit and a pair of bat wings on his back looked straight at Vicky. "Never forget," he laughed maniacally as a black stream of smoke was produced from his finger tips, penetrating the windshield as if it wasn't even there.
The next thing she knew, Vicky was passed out in the middle of a calm desolated road, dim light shining from the setting sun in the horizon. The muscular man and the killer were no where to be found. Instead she had found Timmy Turner, sitting uninvited in her car, looking at her curiously, almost pitifully.
Many events had taken place since the time when they were reunited and now, a time when they did not know when they're lives would end. Vicky did not know what exactly she witnessed; se didn't realize that there was magic involved to prevent her from forgetting it, even if she thought of it as nothing more than a dream at first.
Vicky never would have thought that the chain of events would reach a point where she, of all people, was locked in a stinky dungeon in another world with a boy who had feared she was dead, rejoicing because she was alive. She never would have thought that the boy, the young man, the only man, who would be willing to risk his life for her would turn out to be Timmy Turner.
The reason for her memories to be embedded in her mind had a reason as simple as to annoy. It was done to annoy the muscular, to make him wonder how much she knew, how much trouble she would cause, and to push him into sending Timmy Turner to keep an eye on her. It had all turned into so much more, when the criminal simply wanted another player in the game.
"Idiot..." Vicky whispered.
Timmy gave her a weak smile, his injuries still paining him greatly. He closed his eyes, his head lying on Vicky's lap. "We'll make it out of this." It was hard to tell if it was encouragement or a question.
Vicky sighed, "I suppose you're expecting me to get us out of this..." They weren't even directly involved, they weren't even important to the situation; they were mere hostages, subjects of miscalculations on both sides. She would have said more, but he was already sleeping. Timmy could sleep anywhere; Vicky couldn't sleep in such a dirty place. Maybe it was vanity or pride, or maybe it was the simple desire to watch over him.
Her mind flew back to that moment, the moment when it all started, the point in time when Timmy Turner sat in her car looking at her curiously, almost pitifully, because he was sorry she was involved. "Are you alright?"
A swift punch right between the lungs and stomach came to show just how well the woman was. Well enough to leave the apparent stranger breathless, in more ways than one, and doubled over in pain. "Who are you? What are you doing in my car?"
It took him a moment to gather the sufficient oxygen to speak, and by the time he did, he found it to be unnecessary.
"Twerp?" Vicky laughed, though with much less malice than before. If anything she was angry at herself for falling asleep in her car and having that strange dream. He hasn't sleep in about thirty hours, even if her radiant appearance masked it quite well. "You're just as pathetic as I remember you." Vicky wasn't sure if she should punish Timmy for intruding in her car, or compliment his bravery, his very foolish bravery.
To be Continued?
This story is about Vicky remembering how she got to the point of being in that dungeon with Timmy. It will be told in a series of flashbacks of the things Vicky remembers in that sleepless night at the dungeon and it will all be explained. Let me know what you think, is it worth continuing? Disclaimer, I don't own Fairly Oddparents.
Chapter 1
She was Vicky, Icky Vicky, and she was not afraid. However, she couldn't deny her desire to live, and by the way Timmy Turner clung to her, she knew he wanted her to live too. It was strange really, when she retuned to Dimmsdale she thought the trip would be short. Arrive, check in to the hotel, since she was not planning to visit anyone, attend a business meeting, fire a few idiots, climb another step up the ladder to taking over Doug's company, or at least one of them, and being one step closer to world domination by monopoly. She never thought so many complications would arise.
That which starts well ends well, some said, and this had most definitely started badly and continued rolling downhill from there. It all started with not wanting to ask for directions and the embarrassing situation of getting lost in her own home town. Granted, she hasn't been there for six years, having left when Timmy was twelve and she was eighteen, but she would still never admit she has taken a wrong turn in Dimmsdale, the place had changed but that was no excuse in her book.
The wrong turn led Vicky down a desolated road she could have sworn came out of nowhere. Flashes of green and pink were seen in the distance amid the black that was too dark for the early evening. "Run! This is a dangerous criminal, I will handle this!" A muscular man dressed in camouflage pants and a green sleeveless shirt yelled. His hair was white and Vicky was sure she saw a pair of small wings on his back and a floating crown as she slammed on the breaks and brought her car to a halt.
The criminal the muscular man spoke of held a severed head by its unnaturally colored long hair, blood still dripping from the neck. The man with messy black hair, a ragged business suit and a pair of bat wings on his back looked straight at Vicky. "Never forget," he laughed maniacally as a black stream of smoke was produced from his finger tips, penetrating the windshield as if it wasn't even there.
The next thing she knew, Vicky was passed out in the middle of a calm desolated road, dim light shining from the setting sun in the horizon. The muscular man and the killer were no where to be found. Instead she had found Timmy Turner, sitting uninvited in her car, looking at her curiously, almost pitifully.
Many events had taken place since the time when they were reunited and now, a time when they did not know when they're lives would end. Vicky did not know what exactly she witnessed; se didn't realize that there was magic involved to prevent her from forgetting it, even if she thought of it as nothing more than a dream at first.
Vicky never would have thought that the chain of events would reach a point where she, of all people, was locked in a stinky dungeon in another world with a boy who had feared she was dead, rejoicing because she was alive. She never would have thought that the boy, the young man, the only man, who would be willing to risk his life for her would turn out to be Timmy Turner.
The reason for her memories to be embedded in her mind had a reason as simple as to annoy. It was done to annoy the muscular, to make him wonder how much she knew, how much trouble she would cause, and to push him into sending Timmy Turner to keep an eye on her. It had all turned into so much more, when the criminal simply wanted another player in the game.
"Idiot..." Vicky whispered.
Timmy gave her a weak smile, his injuries still paining him greatly. He closed his eyes, his head lying on Vicky's lap. "We'll make it out of this." It was hard to tell if it was encouragement or a question.
Vicky sighed, "I suppose you're expecting me to get us out of this..." They weren't even directly involved, they weren't even important to the situation; they were mere hostages, subjects of miscalculations on both sides. She would have said more, but he was already sleeping. Timmy could sleep anywhere; Vicky couldn't sleep in such a dirty place. Maybe it was vanity or pride, or maybe it was the simple desire to watch over him.
Her mind flew back to that moment, the moment when it all started, the point in time when Timmy Turner sat in her car looking at her curiously, almost pitifully, because he was sorry she was involved. "Are you alright?"
A swift punch right between the lungs and stomach came to show just how well the woman was. Well enough to leave the apparent stranger breathless, in more ways than one, and doubled over in pain. "Who are you? What are you doing in my car?"
It took him a moment to gather the sufficient oxygen to speak, and by the time he did, he found it to be unnecessary.
"Twerp?" Vicky laughed, though with much less malice than before. If anything she was angry at herself for falling asleep in her car and having that strange dream. He hasn't sleep in about thirty hours, even if her radiant appearance masked it quite well. "You're just as pathetic as I remember you." Vicky wasn't sure if she should punish Timmy for intruding in her car, or compliment his bravery, his very foolish bravery.
To be Continued?
This story is about Vicky remembering how she got to the point of being in that dungeon with Timmy. It will be told in a series of flashbacks of the things Vicky remembers in that sleepless night at the dungeon and it will all be explained. Let me know what you think, is it worth continuing? Disclaimer, I don't own Fairly Oddparents.
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