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Second Chances	By : ZombieWithANoose Category: 1 through F > Drop Dead Fred Views: 3130 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: Dedicated to Halo4anoose who wrote this chapter with me a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away and my beta reader Nicole. Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter, too. It keeps me going and I hope you love this new chapter.
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Chapter Five
Whosoever Wields this Shovel
Fred paced outside the doorway to the Other Otherworld, hating every second he remained barred from Lizzie. He assumed no more than half an hour had passed since her death, and while time was altogether meaningless to an imaginary friend, his impatience with it rekindled with every step. He had to get in there to see her alive and unscathed; to see his friend and not the memory of her broken body.
“How long does it bloody take?” he cried, spinning about and kicking the door. Those crazy bastards could be doing anything to her in there. “If they break her brain I swear I’ll shove their empty heads up their narrow asses.” He growled, pacing again, but thoughts of the first time he had met the gods stopped him dead.
“Oh, this is gonna be worse than sinking her friend’s pirate ship…” Fred’s mouth went dry, Damion’s warning nagging him about normal people not surviving in their world. What if Lizzie really couldn’t belong? What if Damion was right and he lost her forever?
With a click the wooden door behind him unlocked, making him jump.
Get it together. You’re not falling apart now.
The door opened and Fred cautiously stuck his head inside the doorway, whispering "Elizabeth?"
For a moment Lizzie just stared, half believing this to be a dream, or hallucination. He was gone- he was suppose to be anyway. Hadn’t he said something about not being able to come back? But here he was, his big, blue eyes looking right at her. “Drop Dead Fred?” she croaked.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "You made it.”
Lizzie glanced at her doctors, who all seemed preoccupied with medical charts. How could they have known her ex-imaginary friend was coming for a visit, or that he even existed? And how in the hell could she even see Fred again? She had so many questions, but after her examination her mind practically seized up over his return and all she could ask was, "How? H-how are you... here? Are you really here?”
Smiling, Fred stepped into the room, the door shutting behind him. "I was worried they wouldn't pull you through in time." His gaze quickly traversed the planes of her body beneath the hospital gown. "All your bits are where they should be?"
Lizzie choked, staring at him incredulously. Her doubts as to whether she were really seeing Fred again had definitely been answered, but her confusion wasn't any less. "Uh… Hello to you too."
Fred gave her a small smile before shooting the other men in the room a pointed look. "Did they explain where you are yet?"
Lizzie let out a defeated laugh. "No. The only thing they've done is give me a headache and the weirdest… I don't know what it was, but I have serious doubts about them being doctors."
"Doctors?!" Fred snorted. "THAT'S what they told you they were?" He turned, glaring at Damion. "What the bloody hell are you playing at? What’ve you been doing all this time? You'd better not have given her a FULL physical!"
It took all Damion's strength not to crack a smile at Fred's reaction. He pretended to busy himself with a magazine article, whilst his cohorts scribbled in false medical charts.
"No, nothing like that, thankfully.” Lizzie straightened, reaching for Fred's arm. The feel further reminded her he was really back. “They just asked me some really odd questions.”
Fred flicked the V’s at Damion, topping it off with a farting noise made with his mouth.
“I don't think they can see you," she whispered.
"Of course they can see me. Those fools brought me here as well," Fred answered, rolling his eyes. He sat himself down at the end of the bed, giving them one last sneer before turning his attentions back to Lizzie. "Well, if they haven't told you, you're not dead."
Lizzie smirked. “Thanks. That already puts you ahead of their assessments. Maybe I should make you my doctor.” She shook her head, but was thankful for Fred’s sense of humor right now.
“We don’t really have time for that,” he commented, “but trust me, you don’t need a doctor.”
“I don’t?” Anxiety welled inside her once more. If she didn’t need a physician then what was she doing in a hospital? “Wait... Fred, didn’t you say they brought you here?” She pointed at the doctors.
“Did I?”
“Uh huh.”
“Oh.” He laughed nervously. “Well, I’d rather not get into all that right this minute. I’m here for you, not me. So what do you know so far, other than not being dead?”
“Okay, I didn’t even think it was possible, but you’re making even less sense than usual.” She held her head. “Did they give me something? Anything? Maybe I’m hallucinating this entire day.” Hope sparked inside her that everything might finally make sense. Drugs would also explain how Damion knew Fred was coming. She’d probably been talking in her sleep.
“Pfft! Of course you’re not hallucinating. This is all perfectly normal.” Fred rolled his eyes, but the look of distraught confusion on Lizzie’s face instantly filled him with guilt. He tried to recant his words. “Well okay, it’s not normal, but then again, I think we both know you were always unique… in your own little Snotface way, of course.”
Good, drag up old memories. That’ll make her relax, he thought.
“I have no idea what’s going on, but… thank you.” Lizzie half smiled at him, but it quickly vanished when she looked back at the doctors of questionable origin.
Trembling hands reached out for his and squeezed. Fred welcomed the warmth they now held, no longer cold and lifeless like in the hospital. A pang of guilt struck him at the memory, one which Lizzie caught a glimpse of on his face.
"Fred, what's going on? What’re you trying to tell me?”
"This place, it's called the Other Otherworld," Fred explained, leaning forward to push a strand of hair out of her face. "You're in my world now."
"Your world?” Lizzie looked around. “Fred, this is a hospital. Isn’t it?” She glanced with uncertainty around the room, her gaze lasting the longest on her creepy doctors. “Unless you’re trying to tell me you’re from some sort of institution.” A nervous smile tried to push back her anxieties, but it faded when Fred didn’t return it. Was he serious?
“But this doesn’t look anything like the place you took me to the night you left.” Their eyes met and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“This place is different,” said Fred. “I can’t quite explain how the magic works here because, well, quite frankly it’s something you’ve got to experience for yourself.” He nervously ran his free hand through his hair, knowing his explanation wasn’t very comforting. “Listen, don’t worry about the how, just please trust me when I say you’re safe and that everything’s gonna to be alright now.”
Now? Her eyes widened at that word.
“Fred, I’ve sat here all morning without any idea about what’s going on. No one will tell me anything. ‘Please trust me’ isn’t gonna cut it this time. Tell me.” Her eyes pleaded with him, needing him to prove everything was as he promised.
Fred let out a defeated sigh. “This isn’t the same place I took you before. That place was… special.” His gaze darted to where Bastion sat as he was nearest the two of them, and he desperately hoped he wasn’t paying attention. Not seeing any discernible signs, Fred turned back to Lizzie.
“This is where it all starts for imaginary friends. Those guys over there’re in charge, and for the record it’s a different environment in here for every person they bring over. In your case, it’s a hospital.” Fred watched her very carefully now, afraid of how she would take this news.
Lizzie blinked away a tear and it rolled down her cheek. “I… I don’t understand. I’m not an imaginary friend. Fred, why did they bring me here?"
Fred squeezed her hand, his heart breaking over what he didn’t want to say aloud. "Do you, do you remember anything?" he asked.
Lizzie shook her head. "I remember… sitting with Mickey in his kitchen, sharing a photo with him… then waking up here. That doctor over there,” she said, pointing at Damion, “he wouldn't tell me anything. Just insisted I be diagnosed first, but all he did was ask a series of… of…” Lizzie’s mind coiled up in a metaphorical knot just thinking about what had happened and her free hand waved around as though it could physically catch the words she was looking for. “Ugh! He just asked a bunch of questions about favorite colors, and argued with me about how he doesn't believe in the number two. Oh, and apparently I don’t sit properly. I’m suppose to let furniture sit on me and—”
She dropped her head against Fred’s shoulder and whispered so the doctors wouldn’t hear, “I think these men are completely insane, and…” Lizzie choked as tears filled her eyes and suddenly all she could do was wrap her arms around Fred. "I’m so scared. I don’t know what’s going on, but I'm so glad you're here," she confessed. "I didn’t think I’d ever see you again." Her voice trembled with emotion. It was like her best friend was back from the dead just for her.
Lost, Fred just held her back, letting her cry against him. He felt terrible, and obviously the gods had told her nothing. Oh, he hated them for this and caught sight of Damion arching an eyebrow at their embrace as he flipped the page of his magazine.
“I did tell her she was hard of hearing, not blind,” the god quipped, “so I don’t know why she’s so surprised about what’s right in front of her face."
Fred shot Damion a scowl, but he returned Lizzie's hug with a look of worry in his eyes. It was apparent the gods were going to make him relive the entire accident over again. He should have expected this… Perhaps the short version would work for now, the details could come later. "Snotface… there was an accident. You were hit by a truck." He felt her tense in his arms, fingernails digging against his back.
“Please tell me you’re joking…” Lizzie pulled back enough to look at Fred’s face. She had to see the truth in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I can’t. Even I’m not that twisted to put together something this elaborate for a joke. I leave that amount of ridiculousness to those loons over there,” he replied, nodding his head in the direction of said loons.
“So then… I’m dead?”
“No, remember I told you, you weren’t.”
“But…”
"Not in a coma either." Fred sighed, knowing he had to just get this over with and tell her.
This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
"Snotface, you're here because… well because..." Fred looked deep into Lizzie's eyes, feeling himself tremble along with her as he held her in his arms. "...if you’d stayed in the real world, you’d be dead. As in permanently."
Color drained from Lizzie's face as she searched Fred's eyes. “Dead?” The word repeated in her mind. “You’re serious?” He nodded, deep concern lining his features, no trace of the lighthearted, characteristic expressions she knew. This wasn’t a joke; he was absolutely serious. “Oh God… Can I ever go back?” Lizzie barely felt the tears falling from her eyes.
“I’m afraid not… Not as you were anyway.”
“Then this is it? I’m… I mean this?” She struggled to speak, looking around the hospital room for answers. “Is this the afterlife?” Lizzie wanted to understand, but fear and grief were at the forefront of her mind now. “I-I just got my life back… and now it’s gone?”
Fred pulled her closer and shut his eyes to hide his own shine of tears threatening to betray him. “Just the part you knew,” he said, doing his best to soothe her, which he didn’t feel he was doing a very good job.
Damion dropped his magazine. "What IS IT with you two!? You’re boring me to death! Bloody hell! Can’t she be as amusing as you were when we brought you in? You at least feared you’d become a flesh-craving zombie when I explained it all to you! Now she’s just confused. Honestly, it's not that hard a concept to get. I need a cigarette... or an aneurism. God, I'd bloody KILL for that last one." Damion rubbed his eyes in annoyance.
"Wait a minute…Fred thought...?" Lizzie pulled herself out of her friend’s embrace like she’d been given a physical shock. "You mean to tell me you've been dead... or SOMETHING, this whole time?!”
"I'm not dead!” he shouted with offense. “Well… yet."
“He's getting better!” Axel cackled gleefully from the other side of the room.
“Oh sod off!” Fred spat, before turning back to Lizzie. “I use to be human, yes, but… Look, I’m the same Fred I’ve always been.”
“And how long have you—”
“I'll explain my past later," he added, his gaze traveling around the room. Much later. “For now just listen to what I have to say, please?”
Lizzie's eyes were so wide she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to close them again. She was scared, but Fred had proven to be more trustworthy than anyone she'd ever known. Except now you know he’s actually dropped dead, she thought with a groan. “Alright. I’m sorry.” She nodded at him. They were so going to have a talk later. “Go on.”
“I promise you’re not anything terrible. Being here just means that you’re, um, sort of... Well, what I mean to say is—”
“GET ON WITH IT!” all the gods shouted, both Favian and Enzo popping in for the chorus.
“Oh bloody hell! FINE.” Fred grasped both of Lizzie's hands and took a huge breath. “Snotface, you're now an unofficial imaginary friend.”
Lizzie's eyes crossed a moment, her body falling back to the bed only to be stopped by Fred's grasp pulling her back up. “I’m a… an imaginary friend?”
Damion lifted his hand. "Well, he's somewhat right. We haven't exactly bestowed upon you any such magical powers... yet." He sneered delightedly at Fred. "And here comes your catch, my eager and annoying minion. I'm now ready to throw it. Are you ready?" The whites of his teeth were almost blinding as he grinned.
"Alright.” Fred straightened defiantly at the taller man. “What’re your terms?"
Disappointment filled Damion over Fred’s eagerness to listen, but he figured a protest would arise eventually and make his day. "Well, you see us bringing in Elizabeth at your request is a giant thing for us to do. It’s very circumstantial, if you will."
Fred’s request? thought Lizzie.
Cale bitterly flicked the V, blowing a very loud raspberry in Damion’s direction.
“What? Complaining now? You like that word so much I thought I might show you how it’s properly used, you ripe bastard.” He rolled his eyes. “Now where was I? Oh yes! So we don't ever take normals onto the job, well we use to, but they didn’t handle it all so well… New tidbit of Other Otherworld history for you, Fred.” He smirked at him, relishing in the reveal. He hoped Fred were inwardly screaming.
Fred snorted. “Explains everything actually. No one normal could cope with you bunch of utter bastards.”
“Look, she'd be good as obliterated right now if you hadn’t begged so much! Count your lucky charms I’ve been this nice. Now, I think given these generous circumstances... this calls for a trial run."
"Trial run?" Fred's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I know we discussed a training period, but nothing was said about having her go through a trial.” Fred could feel Lizzie reach for his arm in an attempt to restrain him, but he deftly moved past her reach. "What exactly happens, Damion," he said, seething, "once she finishes her trial run?"
"There will be a series of tests to see if she's fit to be an imaginary friend." Damion met Fred's gaze without a blink.
"Tests? What bloody tests? I didn't have to do any tests!"
"You were meant to be here! There's a difference. This whole thing is a favor for you, now I could retract the offer and send her off to her funeral right now. I’m sure her mother will make it lovely."
Lizzie felt her stomach dive at that threat and this time she grabbed Fred’s hand, linking her fingers with his. Damion eyed their held hands. These two were awfully comfortable with one another...
"What sort of tests will they be?" Lizzie asked him, before Fred’s temper made things worse.
Damion smiled. "Now that's the attitude I like,” he said with a bounce on his heels. “Surprise tests," he added. "If Fred is willing to train you?"
“Of course I'm willing. What kind of person do you take me for?!"
“An imaginary one,” snickered Favian.
“Better than a bored god with nothing other to do than molest each other’s ears.” Fred muttered.
Damion snapped his fingers to regain the room’s focus. "I’m not finished yet.” He paused until everyone was looking at him. “You’ll have one month to train her," he said, “but then there’s also a few more things..."
"Of course there are," Fred replied bitterly. "Nothing is ever black and white when it comes to you lot."
Lizzie squeezed Fred's hand tighter as Damion started to speak. "You will still remain as Natalie's imaginary friend while you train Elizabeth. I know usually the trainer gets a break during this time, but after such horrific events with the death and all Natalie'll be needing you more than usual." He smirked at Fred. "And with Elizabeth not being a full-fledged IF, no one but you will be able to see her."
Fred merely blinked as he stood there trying to wrap his head around the terms Damion just outlined. "No one will be able to see her… except for me?"
"Precisely. Is that deafness of hers catching?"
"I've got something you can catch," Fred muttered under his breath. "So, technically, Lizzie’s gonna be my imaginary friend, while I'm Natalie's imaginary friend? That's ridiculous!"
A smile crept over Axel’s lips and he snickered. "What's the matter? Scared of having an imaginary friend, Fred?" he teased.
Fred pulled his hand away from Lizzie's and ran it over his face in frustration. He paced around the room, still trying to come to grips about the situation at hand. "Do you have ANY idea on how hard this is going to be?" he asked, finally stopping in front of Lizzie's bed.
Lizzie tensed at seeing this new side to Fred. Somehow she'd never quite realized how important his job was or how serious he might actually take it. Up until now she had only known her imaginary friend as someone who only ever wanted to have fun, or to comfort and cheer her up when she was down. But now she saw a glimpse of something else, more than what she’d peeked at so briefly during their goodbye: He was still very human.
"Do you know how confusing this will be for Natalie if I screw this up?” asked Fred, turning to Damion. "And what happens if Lizzie fails the trials?"
The god looked up at the ceiling a moment as he collected his thoughts. That headache of his was making a running start again. He was thinking of calling it ‘Little Fred.’
"Yes, I know it will be hard, but I can't really have Natalie seeing her, now can I? She knows her. That would be admitting there's sometimes life after death. That would cause all sorts of problems. Do you want her father calling up the Vatican, or worse, the local news stations, trying to show the world this fascinating discovery? And what about the girl? If her father were concerned enough, he’d cart her off to the nearest clinic for a series of psychological tests and some of those little, green pills I’m sure you fondly recall.” He winked at Lizzie, causing her to shrink back with guilt. Satisfied, Damion continued, "And in summation… if she fails... well then she can't stay."
The words sunk in and the color left Fred's face. "But if she can't stay, that means she'll truly die! They’ve already unplugged all those machines from her body back in the real world!" Fred's mind reeled from the repercussions of the whole ordeal and his gaze moved to Lizzie. "There's no going back now, is there?"
“I guess not,” she whispered.
Damion could see the depth of fear in Fred's eyes and it only solidified his suspicions about his true intentions. "We'll leave you two to discuss this briefly and then we'll return." He smiled at Fred and in a blink all the gods vanished from the room with Lizzie staring in disbelief.
Yes, she'd seen Fred do that trick a thousand times, but somehow this was on a whole new level.
Fred closed his eyes, wondering once again if all of this had been a huge mistake on his part. The chances of this going badly seemed astronomical with Lizzie's true fate resting in his hands.
I won't muck this up.
Turning, Fred found Lizzie perched on the edge of the bed, her facial expressions giving away everything she felt inside. He could see her trepidation and fear; however, her eyes showed him something else: trust. Pure and unmistakable. "So, now you know," he whispered.
"It’s so hard to wrap my head around… I always knew you were more than just my imagination, but I never would've guessed... this.” Her eyes widened for emphasis.
Fred gave her a mischievous smile. “Better imaginary than dead.”
“Or undead.” She chuckled, but it faded into the wake of her sadness. “Fred, I can’t believe what you did for me. Thank you."
Fred wasn't sure on how to respond, especially when her gaze bore into his. Of course he had wanted to save her, but his feelings about all the reasons WHY he had needed to do so still confused him.
"The accident,” he began, “I- I just wanted you to have a chance." He fidgeted with the fabric on his sleeve, frustrated that the words he was looking for seemed to be evading him at all costs. "I thought the end didn't justify the means." He let out a sigh and dropped to sit beside Lizzie on the bed. "It wasn't fair."
“Thank you,” she said, shaking with disbelief and awe. They both enveloped and rendered her speechless. Lizzie had always known Fred had cared for her more than anyone, he’d proven it enough, but for the depth of his friendship to go this far… a huge part of her felt she didn’t deserve it.
Especially after those green pills.
"You’ve… I don’t think I could ever repay you for this.” She offered him a weak smile. All words seemed useless as a form of thanks after what he had just done for her and she knew whatever Damion’s tests would be, she had to pass them. It was the closest she would ever come to repaying him. Leaning forth, Lizzie gently laid a kiss on his cheek.
Fred’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head and he hastily pulled himself away from Lizzie, trying to will away the blush that burst over his face. “Yes, well… um, don’t worry about it. At least that girl Fartpants was able to bring Natalie with him to the hospital.” A scowl promptly took over his face at the very thought of Mickey. “While it’s killing me to say this, if that idiot hadn’t done that I’d have never known how serious the situation was.”
“Well, thank goodness for Mickey, then.” Lizzie could tell that talking about the accident pained him about as much as it did her. She needed to change the subject for them both. "Can you tell me one last thing?”
Fred’s brow furrowed.
“That picture I had today, did you see it?”
“The one that you were showing Girly McFarpants?" A glimmer of mischievousness sparked in his eyes.
“Yep. That one, it’s of you, isn't it?" Lizzie held her breath, expecting a joke instead of the real answer, which she burned to know.
"If you must know, yes. That was me before I became… this," he said, gesturing to himself and catching the smile breaking over Lizzie’s face. "But let’s not discuss that here, especially with those asshats lurking about." He cast a look around the room, knowing while they might have left, the chances of them listening in were very high; he'd bet his suspenders on it. "Anyways, I know you’ve probably got questions about being imaginary and all, might as well clear the air before they come back."
"Good because I’ve got a lot of them, but this is all... possible, right? You training me? Have you even done this before?"
"Erm, well, no you’d be my first trainee, but technically yes, it’s all possible. I am Drop Dead Fred, after all.”
His smile did anything but to instill confidence and Lizzie found herself finally understanding some of Fred’s fears. “Was it easy for you to learn everything?"
Fred stroked his chin; his mind trying to conjure up the old memories. "I'm not sure ‘easy' would be the exact word for it. My circumstances were completely different than yours. However, Axel was the one who showed me the ear trick. Mind you, that is the least gross of all the positions an IF can make with their body parts."
Lizzie snorted, giving Fred a quick once over. "Are you sure all your bits are in order in then?" she teased. He erupted with laughter.
"Yes my bits are well in order, despite Axel's attempts to teach me to tie them into balloon animals, which by the way, you'd better thank your lucky knickers that I'm going to be teaching you and not him. My willy was a poodle for damn near a week!”
Lizzie choked, laughing so hard she covered her face with her hands. The sight made him grin. "Snotface?” he asked.
“Yes?” She tried to compose herself.
“You do know this will be difficult, don't you? I'll have to walk a very fine line between giving my attention to Natalie and you."
“I know and I’ll give it my all, Fred. I promise.” She held out her pinky, staring him in the eyes until he linked his finger with hers.
"I know you will, but it’s gonna be tricky at first seeing as how I’ve never done this before.” And I’m bound to make mistakes, he thought, unhooking their fingers and taking Lizzie's hands in his own. He gave them a firm squeeze. “Natalie’s my charge now, and I want you to know my job’s important, regardless of how I may act. I DO take it seriously; you'll need to do the same."
Lizzie nodded. "Of course. I’ll do whatever it takes. I'll watch you whenever you're with her to pick up on everything I can." A lump wedged in her throat. She wasn't use to this side of Fred and while there was a time when she had craved for him to act this way, right now it brought her trepidations about how everything would turn out. What if everything did fail and she couldn’t stay? If she failed him?
A swirl of lights flashed as they gods returned to the room, lined up before the two reunited friends like a firing squad. Damion sneered, flinging his arms out with excitement, and a shovel gripped in one hand.
“Miss us?” he asked with a laugh.
Oh for fuck's sake… He's got the shovel again. Fred rolled his eyes.
“What the hell?" Lizzie shouted, clutching her pounding chest.
"That's a completely different place, and besides, doesn't exist, except... well, ask Fred." He chuckled. "So, are you both in agreement over giving this trial a go?" Damion impatiently flipped the shovel around in his hands.
"I agree to the terms. It's not like I can say no anyways," answered Fred.
"Not if you don’t want to lose your special friend," Damion said, tossing the shovel to his right hand and grinning morbidly at Fred. "And you," he said, pointing the tip of the handle at Elizabeth, "do you agree to the terms and blah, blah, blah and so forth? There will be cake afterward."
Lizzie's eyes rounded and she edged closer to Fred. “Why the hell does he have that thing?" she asked out of the corner of her mouth. Her mind flashed to the morning Fred had re-entered her life. She could still feel that headache.
“Why do you think?” answered Fred.
"I, uh... agree to the terms."
"You might want to ask for a helmet right about now,” added Fred. “Trust me, that thing isn't for gardening purposes." He took a step away from her.
“Oh God…”
In a blur, Damion lifted the shovel as Lizzie ducked, flinging her arms ups in an effort to shield herself from the blow, but nothing happened. The god had paused in his upswing.
"You know... I feel like a change in format today,” he said, lowering his favorite tool and turning to Fred.
“I'll bury you with that thing if you even try. God knows how much you've addled my brains over the years."
Damion snickered. "As much as I'd LOOOOOVE to hit you again, I think it's only fitting that you christen the new arrival." He held the shovel out for Fred to take. "Since you wanted her here so badly, you knock her full of powers."
Axel snickered in the background. "Ol' Fred's gonna knock her up."
Lizzie leapt up from the bed, quickly holding the back of her gown shut as she realized her missing undergarments. Her gaze flitted wildly between Fred, Damion, and their shovel. "Can't this be done some other way?" she asked, but she knew better. Fred hadn't had any problems hitting her in the head with one before and she wouldn't put it past him now. “Fred, don’t you dare!”
Taking the shovel, Fred turned it over in his hands, contemplating the transfer of powers and the deal he'd made with this group of devils. He could see poor Lizzie shaking from the corner of his eye.
Oh, sod it.
Shooting Damion a final look of glee, Fred spun around and smacked Lizzie hard atop the head. Blue sparks drizzled around her after the blow and she careened back to the bed.
"There, quick and painful," he said.
"You make me so proud," said Damion, snatching back his shovel.
"Well, I do enjoy the excitement of smacking someone upside the head with gardening tools," Fred replied, sending Damion a wicked grin. "So are you at least going to show her how to activate the magic before this trial run starts?"
Damion twisted and rolled his shovel around in his hands a few more times before making it disappear. He was admittedly surprised Fred had agreed to hitting Elizabeth, and so hard, but his suspicions weren't diminished very much. Fred was a destructive bastard, after all. Could very well be how he got his jollies, though he didn’t care to go into it. "Hmm, well I suppose it's only fair, since we do give everyone a preview. You didn't knock her completely out, did you?"
Lizzie groaned from her sprawled out position on the bed, head clutched in her hands. "Fred, I'm going to kill you,” she hissed.
"Another time perhaps. Now sit up and pay attention." Fred pulled Lizzie up into a sitting position before moving away from the bed. "I'll be over here, away from the splash zone. Watch your bits."
Lizzie scowled at her so-called best friend, sauntering away with a skip while she still tried to get her eyes to refocus. "Ohhh…” she moaned. “Why don't I like the sound of that?"
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