Let Me Be Your Reason-Ch 8

Let Me Be Your Reason

Chapter 8:

Nine year old Timmy sat in the limo, looking out the window. He watched as countless of people and buildings passed by. Some of the people seemed to stare at the limo as it drove on. Whispers were heard of the Turner household. They had all seen the Turners symbol on the doors, a black crow with a snake in its mouth. Timmy's father had taught him long ago what the symbol meant.

"As we are like the crow that picks the flesh off decaying corpses, we will show no mercy to our enemies."

Timmy, deep in thought, had always hated the symbol and what it stood for. He knew his father's business was dangerous, violent and just plain cruel. He hated to think so, but his father truly was exactly like the crow. He was a complete monster who killed his enemies without blinking an eye. His father told him every single day that he would grow up to be like him, but truth was he didn't want to be. He wanted to be like his mother. His mother was the leader of another organization like his father's but at least she had compassion for her enemies.

The limo stopped in front of the art museum, Timmy glanced out the window and grinned when he saw the huge structure. After a moment, his door opened to where he saw his aging butler, Alfred, bowed a little before saying "Your mother is waiting for you in the reconnaissance section."

Timmy nodded. "Thank you, Alfred."

He got out of the limo and quickly ascended the long marble staircase to the entrance. He walked into the museum, greeted by all with bows and waves. He smiled at them and waved back as he usually did. He continued on to the inner most parts of the museum where the more expensive and beautiful paintings and sculptures. He saw his mother standing in front of a painting called "The Walk of Angels". It showed of a lone white haired man walking along the etched roads of Earth in his search for his humanity.

His mother turned to him smiling. "Come son, I want to show you something."

He did as she told him and came up to her, she asked him "What do you know of this particular painting, my son?"

"I know that it was painted by Jolanta Chorley in 1782, it was the last painting she ever completed before she died of an unknown disease at the age of twenty-five."

His mother laughed a little. "My son, the genius. You know a lot of this painting but the one fact that must not be forgotten is that this is the painting she is known for. Her other paintings are beautiful as well but all of the attention is always upon this particular painting."

"What are you getting at, mother?"

His mother slowly walked away, glancing occasionally at the other paintings that lined the walls. He strolled along with her hoping to get a answer. While walking she said to him "Every great artist is known for one particular painting. Jolanta for 'The Walk of Angels', Michelangelo for the Ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. I hope one of these days you will be known for a marvelous painting. A painting that you will put your entire being into. A painting like no other..."

"I will try my best, mother..."

Timmy's eyes slowly opened up as his dream disappeared into the darkness. He remembered his dream and sighed, a lone tear falling down his face. 'My painting...my sin...'

He shook his head a little to get rid of the depressing thoughts and began to notice some things. He first noticed that he wasn't alone in his bed. His godfather's face was merely an inch away from his own. Their bodies had somehow entwined during the night, his own hands were both grabbing Cosmo's white shirt from the back and one of his godfathers hand was on the back of his head while the other held him at the waist. He tried to move his legs but they had also gotten entangled with the others.

He casually thought to himself 'Hmmm, awkward. Yet...kinda nice...'

He noticed the clock which read only 5:30am, so he decided to let the moment last as he placed his head directly below Cosmo's neckline to listen to his godfathers heartbeat. He listened for several minutes, each moment the steady heartbeat the calmer he became. His eyes grew heavier and heavier.

He smiled softly against Cosmo's chest. 'Since when has it been so nice...to listen to someone else's heartbeat?'

He heard Cosmo groan a little, he lifted his head to see green eyes slowly opening up.

"Timmy...?"

Timmy blushed a dark red, glad for the still remaining darkness. He stuttered "Y-Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" his godfather asked, their faces accidentally getting even closer.

Despite that he was able to reply "I'm fine."

Cosmo smiled at him and laid his head back down on the pillow. Timmy said to him "Hey, Cosmo?"

His godfathers smile became a small worried frown. "Yeah?"

Timmy smiled softly at him. "I just wanted to thank you for staying with me tonight. I'm really grateful."

Cosmo's breathing stopped as he looked at his godsons smile. The moonlight was shining through a small window, it seemed to make his smile even more beautiful. He noticed how the sharp blue eyes had become a light sapphire color when filled such emotion like then. He began to wonder how many people had behold such a wonderful smile.

He smiled back at him saying "No problem, Timmy. I was glad to help."

He saw Timmy blush a little as he asked "Do you think for the next couple of nights...you could stay with me again?"

"Of course. I'd be happy to."

Cosmo didn't know how much that meant to his godson. Timmy laid his head back down under Cosmo's chin, as he felt the strong arms around him tighten their grip. He fell back asleep into a dreamless state, his last thought being 'Yeah...this is nice...'

--

A month later

Timmy and Aaron were running down the halls of the Asylum as fast they could. Aaron was ahead, leading them to who knows where. Timmy was still wondering how in the hell his friend had talked him in to do something so stupid. He had 'suggested' to have a little fun and what they did was place a small smoke bomb in Miss Graves office. But as usual the perverted pyromaniac had used too much of one substance and instead of just smoke it actually destroyed her office and almost everything in it.

Miss Graves had been in a meeting with the rest of the Directors when a secretary had come up to her asking "Director, may I have a word with you?"

"No," Miss Graves immediately stated. She was trying her best to butter up the rest of the Directors and she didn't need any distractions.

"It's an emergency ma'am!"

"Come back when Aaron's about to blow something up..."

BOOM!!

The sound of the bomb exploding could've been heard all over the Asylum. The Directors looked confused at what had happened. The secretary's eyes had widened significantly. But Miss Graves growled loudly and yelled out "AARON!!"

As of then she was chasing them down with everything she has, using all the guards and doctors on the look for them. She herself was running through the Asylum wanting to strangle the stupid pyromaniac.

Aaron and Timmy slid into North wing of the Asylum. Aaron grabbed his friend and pulled them against a wall while some guards ran past them.

Timmy glared at him. "I can't believe you talked me into this! This is completely insane! We had no right to blow up someone else's property!"

"Dude, that's how we got peace in this country," Aaron said with a smile.

Timmy blinked a couple of times. "By...blowing up...someone else's...country?"

"Exactly."

Timmy sighed wanting to explain to him that there was something wrong with his way of thinking, but they both heard more footsteps coming their way. Without thinking, Aaron pulled Timmy along with him deeper into the North Wing. When they both were growing a little tired, Aaron looked at the nearest door, saw that is was partially opened and swung it open all the way while pulling Timmy and himself inside.

He closed the door behind him which made a loud thud that he prayed nobody heard. He turned around to see Timmy staring at the contents of the room. There was a single bed, and a chest beside it. All around them, though, lining the walls was dozens of guns and knives.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Since there's a bed in here, I'd guess we're in somebody's room," Timmy told him "Which is bad. But I wonder whose room it is..."

Aaron walked in front of a picture with a red bull's eye, and numerous marks, in which he guessed the person had been throwing either darts or knives at the picture. He took a good look at the photo and finally realized who it was. Timmy.

His eyes widened as he figured it out. "I think I know where we are..."

Timmy was about to ask him when suddenly they heard the doorknob shake and rattle, someone was trying to get in. Aaron quickly pulled Timmy into the small closet opposite of the bed. They closed the doors and listened as the door was opened and several sets of footsteps walked in. Aaron pulled Timmy close to him where he could hear his friends heartbeat. Even in such a dire situation, Timmy began to recall how for the past month, every single one of his nights had been spent cuddling up with godfather. After the first three nights with Cosmo, Timmy had tried to sleep alone the fourth night, but found he couldn't. So now he and his godfather had gotten into the habit of sleeping in the same bed every night. He found it surprising that Aaron's heartbeat didn't sound as soothing and calming as Cosmo's...

"Yo, Zepher, man chill."

In the closet they both froze as a familiar dark voice filled the room. "I will once I'm able to finally kill that Turner punk."

Timmy glared at Aaron for what seemed like the upteenth time whispering angrily "I hate you so much!!"

Aaron shrugged his shoulders, but instead of strangling him, Timmy heard Zepher continue saying "All of the guards are on alert to find him and that stupid friend of his. Even Miss Graves is looking, which means they must've done something stupid. I'm guessing the idiot pyromaniac got Turner into trouble once again."

"I suppose..."

Timmy looked out from a small peephole and saw that there were at least three other thugs with Zepher. Each one looking tougher than the other. One of them, the one that was kinda on the skinny side with a rat like face, turned to his leader and asked him "You've been after this Turner kid for a long time now. What's your deal with him? Why do you wanna kill him so badly?"

"That's right, you're new here, so you wouldn't know," Zepher inquired. His eyes narrowed as he turned his back from them.

Timmy place his ear on the peephole hoping to catch every word he said. For years he had been wondering why Zepher was always after him. Maybe now he could figure it out.

Zepher said to them all "Turner's father is the leader of an underground organization kinda like the mafia. Whenever someone goes to him with cash, and someone they wanna take out, he sends highly trained mercenaries out to kill them. He's getting quite alot of money for it. My father was in the same business. Except he was far better man. He took compassion on most of enemies. He wasn't a monster like Turner's."

All the thugs looked at each other before they listened to him continue. "One day, apparently someone came up to Turner's father and gave him millions of dollars to have my father killed. Without mercy, Turner's father got his best men to kill my dad as painfully as they could...and they succeeded."

"Then why not..." one of his thugs tried to say something but Zepher threw a knife that barely missed his head shouting "Shut up!"

That thug nodded, sweat dotting his eyebrow, listening intently to his leader. "Right after my father's death, some relatives sent me here thinking I needed to cool off. A year later, a brat called Timmy Turner came here I knew instantly that it was the son of that bastard! So if I can't get to Turner's father, then I'll make sure to give him a message by killing his son!"

Aaron looked over at Timmy whose eyes were very wide with surprise and shock. They continued to listen though, not really being able to do anything.

"That's why I have to do this. I must take revenge for my father! Is everything ready? It's almost time."

The newcomer nodded his head. "Yes. Everyone is at their position and ready whenever you are."

Zepher walked towards the door. "Good. Now all I need is to find the bait..."

Laughing, Zepher stepped out of the room along with his thugs. The door slammed shut and Timmy and Aaron were alone once more. They gradually stepped out of the closet. Aaron watched as Timmy placed one of his hands on his forehead saying "I can't believe it..."

Aaron looked over towards the bed where he saw a stack of papers and walked over there, noticing that they were plans of some sort. Timmy sighed "Why is it that all of my problems end up beginning with my father?!" But then he saw his friend looking through the stack of papers and said "Well at least most of my problems..."

He walked over to him, patted his shoulder and said "We should probably get out of here before he comes back."

"You go, I'm gonna take a look at these for a few more minutes," Aaron replied.

"What in the world...?"

Aaron turned to his friend saying "Look now we know why Zepher is after you. But we also know that he's serious in wanting to kill you. They were talking about some sort of plan they were going to do today, and I wanna make sure sure it's not going to affect your life."

Timmy shook his head. "Whatever..."

He walked towards the door and opened it up hearing Aaron yell "Be careful!"

When the door had closed Aaron went back to the plans and tried to continue to decipher them.

--

Timmy walked on into the garden room in the West Wing. The entire room was huge, the walls were made of a glass substance to where sunlight could still shine down on the plants. He rubbed his neck, getting frustrated at himself for not figuring out Zepher's problem a long time ago. It made sense to him now. Both of their fathers were indeed leaders of a big organization and with one of them dead, the son would of course take his revenge.

He sighed though he heard Cosmo ask if he was alright. He looked down at them on his wrist and said "I'm fine. I just can't believe my father would be so heartless."

Wanda looked up at him worriedly "Well, sport, maybe you should start worrying about yourself. From all that talk it seems that guy really wants to kill you."

"He probably does. I'll just have to be prepared when he tries to strike..."

--

Aaron flipped through the pages rapidly wanting to decipher them. He turned his attention to one particular piece which was a complete map of the Asylum with bold red letters across it saying...

"Lock down...?"

Just as he said it, suddenly all throughout the Asylum the lights were shut off and numerous of doors were locking close to make sure no one escaped. Aaron's eyes widened as he threw the papers down and ran towards the door, barely getting out in time before it locked down as well.

He noticed all the lights were off but then all of the doors in North Wing swung open. He turned around to see all the most dangerous criminals step out of their cells, probably following Zepher's commands. They all smiled at him, one yelled out "Look! It's the pyromaniac Zepher said to kill!"

Aaron swallowed a little bit before whispering to himself "Oh, I'm dead..."

--

Miss Graves had been signing papers when suddenly the lights in her office had shut off, leaving her in darkness. She yelled "What the crap?!"

Some doctors burst into her room, they exclaimed "There's been a breach in security! All electricity is down. Doors are locking up but..."

"But what?!" she yelled.

"All of the containment areas in the North Wing have been unlocked. All of the murderous criminals have been released!"

The other doctor exclaimed "What could this mean?!"

Miss Graves narrowed her eyes and tightened her fists. She looked away from the doctors whispering aloud "Zepher..."

--

Elena was still in her room when the electricity went off but she didn't mind. It was until her door unlocked itself and opened that she started to think something was fishy. She walked out of her room, and instantly saw Aaron running towards her. He stopped in front of her and told her "Zepher and all of his thugs have taken over the Asylum! They're after me but Zepher is probably after Timmy!"

"Fine." Elena walked back into her room and came out shoving a couple of rifles into Aaron's hands. She also tossed him a box of matches saying "You go protect Timmy! I'll stay here and take care of the goons."

Aaron nodded and ran off as fast as he could. Elena looked to her left and saw a huge crowd of criminals coming her way. She smirked before taking out a single gun and a knife.

"Let the games begin..."

--

Timmy noticed immediately that something was wrong. There were no lights in the garden room but suddenly all the sprinklers had just stopped. And then Miss Graves, Dr. Shelley, and a couple of guards were running at him.

They all ran up to him, Timmy noticed they all looked somewhat scared. When he asked them what was wrong, Miss Graves answered "Zepher and his gang have taken over the Asylum. We need to get you back into your room for safety."

"Woah, woah!" Timmy exclaimed "I'm not going anywhere till I get some more details!"

Dr. Shelley sighed before telling him "Apparently Zepher has been planning this for weeks. All of his men are around the entire Asylum locking down the doors and turning off the electricity, trying to bring confusion in our midst. Aaron and Elena are fighting off most the gang by themselves and are doing quite a good job at it. But Zepher's whereabouts are still unknown. We believe he's looking for you to take you out."

Miss Graves nodded her head. "Which is why we need to get you back into a safe place till we can figure out what to do."

"I am not going to hide while my friends are risking their lives to save me!" Timmy yelled.

Miss Graves was about to order her guards to take Timmy back to his room when suddenly something went haywire in the system and a big explosion rattled the room. While everyone else was trying to recover, Timmy took this as an advantage to run from them. Dr. Shelley looked over to see Timmy running through the exit and yelled after him "Timmy!!"

Timmy skidded into another hallway running as fast as he could. He barely heard Cosmo tell him "Maybe we should go back to your room, Timmy. It isn't safe out here!"

Timmy shook his head furiously "I will not be a coward and hide while everyone else is fighting. If Zepher wants to kill me than I'll meet his challenge head on!"

He ignored anything being said from his godparents, while he continued to run. He didn't know where Zepher was exactly but he knew a place he thought he might be. He flew down a flight of stairs into the huge lobby and was about to run outside when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. He staggered when he heard the gunshot and cried out when his shoulder felt like it had exploded. He fell to the floor, unaware of his godparents crying out "Timmy!"

He grasped his shoulder and immediately felt the blood oozing out from the wound. He winced as he tore the bullet out from the wound watching it fall to the ground in a bloody pool. He turned his head to see the form of Zepher standing just a dozen feet away, gun in hand pointing straight at him.

He smiled grimly as he slowly got up. He looked at the man before him and shouted "What's the matter, Zepher? You're an expert when it comes to shooting people. If you really wanted me dead, you could've killed me then. Yet all you did was give me a little wound on the shoulder. Going soft?"

Cosmo and Wanda were terrified at how confident their godson was even with blood trickling down his arm and no weapon to defend himself. They tried to quietly plead with him to run away but he ignored them.

Zepher smirked. "You wish, Turner. I just wanted you to know what pain feels like before I sent to Hell where you belong."

"You're too late for that, Zepher. I already know what pain feels like, and this isn't even close..."

Another gunshot was heard as Zepher shot a bullet, barely missing Timmy's head by a hair. "One more remark like that and I'll blow your head to pieces."

Timmy smirked. "Try it..."

They stood there for a long moment in silence. Cosmo was starting to panic as he pleaded to his godson "Timmy, wish for a gun. Wish for us to help you. Wish for something!"

But Timmy continued to ignore them as he glared at Zepher, daring him to make the first move. And he did, Zepher raised his gun to shoot at him when suddenly a gunshot was heard from the other end of the lobby and his gun went flying from his hand. Zepher looked from his bleeding hand to glare at someone behind Timmy.

Timmy turned around and looked up to see someone standing on top of the staircase, gun in hand, and one foot atop a barrel labeled 'Gasoline'. He yelled happily "Aaron!"

Aaron smiled down at Timmy but then glared at Zepher yelling "Hey ugly! You hurt him! You hurt me! And trust me you don't want to do that!"

Zepher laughed loudly. "Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?!"

Aaron smirked, his eyes glowing with a evil spark. "Well I'm not going to shoot you. Let me tell you something, Zepher. Do you know why I became a pyromaniac? Because guns can easily run out of bullets. Knives can easily grow dull. But fire..."

Aaron then kicked the barrel full of gasoline down the flight of stairs which burst open when it hit the bottom. Gallons of the stuff went everywhere, Timmy backed away from it getting an idea of what his friend was going to do. Zepher watched as the stuff spilled ever closer to him. Aaron glided down halfway the stairs before jumping off them and landing gracefully right next to Timmy. He walked toward the gasoline and finished what he had been saying "Fire can go on and on forever if it wanted to..."

He took out the box of matches Elena had given him and casually lit one. "May your own soul burn in Hell..."

He dropped the match on the ground and instantly the entire room went up in flames. Timmy saw Zepher try to back away from the flames as they crept closer to him. But then Aaron pulled him out through the double doors leading to the outside. He barely heard the man scream "Turner!!"

Aaron and Timmy fell on the grass as soon as they got outside. Timmy coughed a little as the sunlight blinded him momentarily. The huge gray stone walls were surrounding them still, as he saw the huge metal gates in front of them that lead to the outside world. The outside world, where his father was...

Suddenly they heard people running at them. They turned around to see Miss Graves, Dr. Shelley, Elena, and some guards running up to them from another exit. They got to them quickly, everyone asking them if they were alright. Miss Graves took one look at the building an saw the flames from the windows, she yelled "Why is the lobby on fire?!"

Dr. Shelley and Elena walked up to Timmy noticing the wound on his shoulder. Elena asked him "Are you going to be okay?"

Timmy took a few deep breaths before saying "I'll be fine..."

Suddenly they all heard a huge crash. They turned to see Zepher jumped through one of the windows onto the hard ground. Miss Graves gasped as she saw this but then ordered her guards to contain him. Zepher noticed the guards coming, so he ran as fast he could towards Timmy, but he felt his body grow tired from the heat of flames that had licked at his body. And so the guards caught up to him quickly, one of them instantly gave him a shot of a calming drug that would put him to sleep. Zepher felt the shot go in and knew he only had minutes before lights out.

Timmy saw this happen and clutching his shoulder, he walked over to him. Zepher looked up at him and saw Timmy looking him straight in the eye. He heard him say "You want revenge for what my father did. I understand that, but you have to understand this...I'm not like my father."

Zepher breathed in a deep breath before taking his chance. He roughly pushed the guards beside him away and before Timmy could even register what had happened, he took out the knife from his pocket and slashed it across the boy's throat.

Everyone watched in horror as a wave of dark red blood cascaded down Timmy's throat. Timmy's eyes widened as he gripped his throat trying to stop the bleeding. But the blood was flowing fast. He kneeled down and spat out a huge amount of the red substance as he clung at his neck. Miss Graves yelled out "Someone get a medic!!"

Elena and Aaron tried to get to him but the other guards held them back as Dr. Shelley ran up to him. The doctor laid Timmy down on the grass trying to clear away the blood from the horrible gash. Timmy spat again trying to clear his throat and a couple droplets of blood landed on his glasses. He yelled with Miss Graves, becoming frantic "Get help!!"

He heard Timmy sputter as though he was trying to say something. He looked down and saw that the boy had a glazed look in his eyes. He leaned down even though more of his blood splattered his face. He tried to understand what Timmy was trying to say. He thought it sounded like the boy was calling someones name but couldn't comprehend it so he got back to trying to clear away the blood as he heard doctors from the hospital running at them...

--

Soon, the medic team had wrapped up Timmy's neck with their gauze and was finally able to move him to the hospital wing. As everyone left, Miss Graves, Dr. Shelley, Aaron, and Elena all had grim looking expressions on. All of them were worried to death about Timmy, wondering if he would make it through the night.

When they all left, Cosmo and Wanda poofed themselves in their usual fairy forms, still outside and still mortified at what had happened.

"I can't believe it..." Wanda whispered. She wiped some tears from her eyes as her body continued to shake with fear.

She heard her husband say "He called my name..."

"What...?"

"He called my name!" yelled Cosmo as a flood of tears ran down his face "When Dr. Shelley had laid him down on the grass...he called for me..."

Cosmo looked up at his bleeding godson, his eyes wide. He saw Dr. Shelly lay him down on the ground. Timmy clutched at his throat trying to stop the bleeding. Cosmo wanted to help but he knew he couldn't do anything for the situation. Suddenly he heard Timmy stutter "C-Cosmo..."

Dr. Shelley hadn't been able to understand what he had said, but Cosmo had heard it clearly. He felt Wanda place a comforting hand on his shoulder. She said "The doctors will take good care of him, Cosmo. And if they can't then that's where we come in, right?"

He looked at her before slowly nodding. "Yeah..."

They then poofed away, to the hospital to see their godson, and hoping that somehow everything would turn out well...