-Day 12 (The End. Only here, MY files get
destroyed, and if anyone takes a snapshot of me ever again, the fairy
Thunk. Goofy's right eye. I squinted and aimed to the right.
Thunk. One in the left.
Thunk! Another, right between the legs. Not that it mattered...
"Nice aim, Raine." Tink glanced over at my lifesized poster
of Goofy, now bristling with small metal projectiles. I had run out of
throwing knives a while back, but didn't have the heart to remove them
from the wall.
The tiny fairy was slouched on my desk against a small bottle of sedatives,
doing her nails. She held up a tiny whore-red index finger. "What
do you think?"
Thunk! A fourth, between his blank, staring eyes.
"It's a good shade. Suits your coloring." I propped my legs
up on my desk in my old FLO HQ office, and watched her.
Tink did look much better now that she'd been though detox and had the
grime scrubbed off of her. Her former glow was finally back, coming on
and off in fits and spurts. After my beloved Flovians, as much as it galled
me to admit it, saved me from a very gelded Goofy, I had felt compelled
to hand out honorary memberships all around. Once I found him, Peter was
the first to receive one, and where he went, Tink followed.
I sighed. There was business to catch up on. I was happy the fairy had
stayed; she made a damn good spy...Able to bland in well in the seediest
After the whole Disney fiasco, I wasn't in the mood to trust anyone.
"So, Tink...What has everyone been up to since the raid?"
The miniature ex-prostitute and fairydust-head puffed on a tiny, tiny
nail and recited, "Mich-ah...Pilgrim is drinking fizzy girly drinks
and is falling-down drunk south of the border. The last thing I saw was
a game of oiled Twister with Wonder Woman and a terrified Tweetybird.
He had one foot on Green Three, another on Red Seven, and he was shouting
that he would 'giving her something to lasso'." About what I had
Tink continued, her lilting voice expressionless and totally professional.
"Norville is still MIA in Deb's dungeon, screaming for someone to
channel. It's been on professional cross-stitching competitions for three
weeks now, and there's an endless loop of Yani's Greatest Hits and John
Tesh Reinterprets Barry Manilow Love Ballads on the stereo system. Deb
and the others discovered the Pilgrim mask, but, strangely, they didn't
seem to care."
I nodded. "Continue."
"Martha, Kate441, and Maria are all pruning in a large hot tub with
the Pan, who is telling them about his 'flying ability', you know, the
usual pick-up line." She rolled her eyes. "Fiver is home watching
some bunny movie and sobbing brokenly while practising how to make small
shaped charges. Reade is about to do battle with the Mouse." She
I nodded. I wished my Supertwin luck. If anyone could bring Mickey to
his knees, then according to extensive videotaped archives, it was Reade.
Tinkerbell flared slightly into light, floated for a second, and settled
back down. "Loa killed Pinocchio, who was happy, happy, happy to
the bitter end, the
wooden-headed puppet. Erynn put an end to Katy-Q's blackmail archives
of you in the most involved and messiest way imaginable, at once locking
Katy up in an institution and initiating Byers to the wonders of Blueberry
"She's got style, that one." I reminded myself to recommend
her for promotion to Miss Maria, and nodded. "Is that all?"
Tink frowned. "The rest are still planning that bloody coup against
I fingered my AK-47 fondly. After I had got back from the bunker, I found
myself strangely...attached to the weapon. "Good...Things are finally
back to normal, pending Reade's battle with the Mouse and Poppins."
I sighed...I really needed a vacation. Maybe I would let them overthrow
us for a little while, just for fun. I played with the idea briefly before
Tink buzzed and floated beside me as I walked out the door. "I'll
keep you informed, Raine."
"Thanks, Tink. I think I may disappear for a little while. There's
a South Carribean Island where my description hasn't been circulated yet,
and a piece of sand with my name all over it."
"Can I go?" She buzzed anxiously, hovering around my head.
"Nah, you know how you burn. Besides, I already have company lined
up. Keep an eye out, Tink, and tell Maria I'll be back when I get my head
I strode away, putting on my sunglasses and already thinking of how few
clothes I should pack, and the exact shade of brown I wanted to achieve
anonymous beach where the resort waiters brought daqueris wearing very
little but a smile.
I grinned. All was right with the world once more.