"Where is my knife!?"

The green skin colored leader of the gang trembled in the girl's hold. He didn't know how to respond, for he didn't know what she was talking about. But if he didn't give her the answer she wanted then he was as good as dead. "I-I swear, I don't really know-" Her eyes burned with fury and he quickly continued. "But I saw a man walk down the alley! He's never been in these parts before."

She paused, staring into the one eye that she could see through Ace's broken shades. Her voice lowered so that only he could hear her. "Was he wearing a red hat?"

Ace felt a bead of sweat slip down the side of his face. He stuttered out his response. "Y-yes, he was a-also fly-flying."

Her gaze lowered and the gang leader swore he saw a hint of sadness in her face, but that quickly changed when she returned her angry glare to him. "What way was he heading?"

He extended his shaking arm in the direction she hoped he wouldn't point towards. She grit her teeth before shoving him away. His knees were so weak that he collapsed beside his friends, joining them in agony. Bruises, cuts, welts, broken bones, she had made sure to teach them a lesson. They had committed a crime after all; living.

She turned her back to the weak gang and began down the alley, towards the house she knew all too well.

...

Brick arched his head back as he stared up at the ceiling. His fingers were clenched around a small switch blade, the one he had retrieved from his brother's grave. Winter was coming and he didn't want the metal to rust and wear down, it was too meaningful to be destroyed. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift. So many things had happened in the last month and he still didn't know what to think about it. Hell, he could hardly think at all nowadays. Every time he tried to sleep images of her stiff, unmoving body terrorized his dreams. Nightmare after nightmare, image after image. He had given up on sleep. Because of his lack of sleep, he was constantly nauseas and dizzy, preventing him from eating. The aches of hunger made him almost always angry. He would usually snap at people for no reason and then feel a heavy guilt afterwards. He would have gone crazy by now if it weren't for Buttercup, Bubbles, and Boomer. Yes, he had forgiven his brother. He was the only family he had left. It was easy to forgive him, seeing as they both did stupid things for the love of the same girl and failed miserably. Boomer was broken out of prison by an unknown person. Apparently, they shut down the power system to the highest security prison in the world, which took an unimaginable amount of intelligence combined with strategy. Then, they somehow knew which level Boomer was on and which containment he was in. They were able to open the cell doors by rewiring the password panel. Once the doors were opened, they used a key, taken from one of the guards, to unlock all of Boomer's cuffs. Before he could say anything, the unanimous person left, not leaving a single trace behind. It was a weird story and Brick had a feeling he knew who had helped Boomer escape. If only he could ask that person why...

...

"It's almost 9."

"Yes, Bubbles, I'm aware." Buttercup grumbled as she continued to search for her jacket.

Bubbles released a sigh and strode into the living room. "And she says I take forever."

Her male counterpart stood by the door and urged her over. "We'll make it on time."

She accepted his cozy embrace and snuggled her head against his chest. "But what if we can't get a good seat."

He fingered a lock of her blonde hair. "The sky is the best seat and I don't think anyone else will be sitting there."

She looked up at him and he winked, gaining a giggle from her.

"Ew gross, enough of the cutesy couple bullshit. Let's get this show on the road." Both blues turned to Buttercup.

"Took you long enough!" Bubbles shot back, escaping from Boomer's arms to place her hands on her hips.

The green puff rolled her eyes as she pulled her leather jacket on. "Not my fault my room is a mess."

"Actually-" Boomer was interrupted as the door was thrown open.

Mitch strode into the house and smirked at Buttercup. "I'm here!"

Bubbles blinked at the sudden intrusion. "I thought we were going to pick you up."

Mitch held the door open. "BC texted me saying you guys were gonna be late so I decided to drive on over, save some time."

Buttercup's eyes brightened. "Did you ride your motorcycle?"

The brunette boy held a straight face. "No, why the hell would I bring that shit shack..." As Buttercup's face began to fall, Mitch grinned. "Of course I brought it."

Buttercup's face split into a wide smile and she was outside in a second. The three teens followed the green puff out of the house and watched her get onto the glistening black motorcycle. She gave it a loving, almost childish hug. "Come on Mitch! Go on ahead, we'll meet you guys there." She called to the blondes.

Boomer took Bubbles hand and smiled. "Let's see them try to beat us."

She smirked. "In their dreams." Then the blues took off into the sky as Buttercup and Mitch disappeared down the road, the roaring engine echoing throughout the neighborhood, as the beginning of a very fun night began.

...

Her dark gaze traveled across the city as she sat on the roof of a skyscraper, legs dangling off the edge. The orange sunset glowed over the horizon, but where she perched there was only shadows. Her shoulder length hair swept across her cheek with the cold breeze of evening. She pulled her hood up and crossed her arms to keep warm. Everything was so dull and black in her world now. It seemed that everywhere she went a stormy cloud followed over head. No light could ever brighten up her persona. She was a walking nightmare. Her eyes lost their brightness, lost their hope and joy. The past year showed all too clearly on her face. She had the town's sympathy at one point, but that turned into fear. Anytime she walked down the street, everyone in sight would scurry away. She was dangerous. A ticking bomb. Anger, confusion, terror, sadness, and pain all took over her personality and she could no longer be the person she was. That person was gone. It was eaten alive by the trauma. When that knife went through her body, it might not have killed her but it killed Blossom.

She watched the sun fall below the skyline and cast a purple hue across the atmosphere. She rolled her sleeves up and pushed herself off the edge of the building. The night air hit her face and felt refreshing as ever, she let it take away her thoughts for a moment, before manipulating gravity and sweeping up into the sky. She flew across the many buildings and towers below, leaving the city and entering the quiet neighborhoods outside of it. The white, rectangular house with three oval shaped windows and a perfectly trimmed lawn caught her eye, but she did not stop to see if her sisters were home. She continued down the street until she came to a dead end. A large house marked the end of the road and was placed on the edge of the forest, surrounded by trees. She landed on the rooftop of the lone gray house. Best case scenario would be that there would be only one person inside and that one person would have the item she was looking for. Worst case scenario would be that Ace gave her invalid information and more than one person was inside and she would end up getting in a chaotic battle over nothing. Maybe karma would finally pay her back for all the lives she saved.

Blossom enhanced her x-ray vision and searched the house below her feet. She looked on the top floor, then the second floor, but the only person inside the house was on the bottom floor...and he was the exact person she wanted. Her fingers twitched with anticipation, yearning to punch or smash something. She was angry. Why? Because the best case scenario had turned out? No, it was because she didn't want to fight the person below her. She didn't want to harm him, she had tried to protect him for so long but when he brought her back to life she returned with all hope lost and realized that she couldn't protect anyone, not even herself. But even if she couldn't protect him, that didn't mean she had to hurt him. And yet the item he had was just too important, she needed it. The confusion of it all made her angry and now she worried that she would take that anger out on him. Well...the only thing she could say was;

"Karmas a bitch." Then she flew down to one of the windows and forced it open, hoping this wouldn't take up too much of her time.