AN: Well Hi. This is my first Story That I'm Putting up on here. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Powerpuff girls

The ground cracked beneath her, splinters of concrete rising from the force on which she was thrown.

Never before had she felt such pain, nor felt this despair and desperation that raced through her as she raised tinted red eyes to the scene before her. This creature was not human, though he bore the appearance of one. He was majestic and deadly, beauty that fogged and clouded one's mind. She hadn't seen him for what he was, the master manipulator and power hungry dictator, and now as she watched on, it would not be her who paid the price for her judgment. Through her blood soaked hair, through the pain that ripped through her with each breath she inhaled to release a scream of desperation that was so primal it ripped her throat raw, she watch this creature, this man of otherworldly power, go after all that she cared for.

They were on their last legs. Her sisters could barely keep themselves in the fighting game while the boys were fighting fruitlessly, their punches and kicks only managing to irritate the man. It wouldn't be long now.

At her thoughts, her world came crashing down. Unable to escape, her middle sister was grasped by the creature's beast's claws. She struggled, fought, but it didn't matter. Kicking and screaming, her sister challenged this beast; throwing everything she had in her at him, to protect her and her sister, the boys.

It wasn't enough. With a horrible sick sound of breaking bones, Blossom watched as her sister, her beautifully brave and strong sister, was ripped from this world in the hands of this beast, his claws slicing easily through her body that hung limp as a rag doll. She could hear Bubbles's call of revenge, the windows around them shattering with the shock wave of her sonic scream, and then a streak of light baby blue ripped through the air. Blossom screamed, she was sure she did, but Bubbles didn't hear. The tiny girl threw herself into battle as Buttercup would have.

The creature threw the limp and bleeding body of her sister into the ground, blood and bone splattering with such a terrible sound that's she knew she would never forget, that it would be engraved into her soul. Blossom tried to rise, but was unable to even gather the strength to lift herself from her crater. So instead she crawled on her arms, making slow progress toward her fallen sister.

She heard him before she saw him. Butch, who had been flung off to the side, let out a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a gasp, a scream and a shriek. His eyes locked on Buttercup's fallen form, and then, there was no more. His eyes clouded over with a dark mist, and his let out a growl and war cry that had no business coming from a 21 year old. Taking off, he attacked without mercy, without pity, without thought.

He fell next. His demise was not like Buttercup's. It was a simple slap that sent him flying. He hit the ground, much harder than Blossom had. However, this man was not done. The creature that bore a human face jumped from his beast of destruction, and with a dark weapon, a spear, ran the boy through. Blossom watched as life faded from his eyes, and saw the flicker of relief flash through his features for a split second, and she understood. Then he faded, the spark of a man not yet to his prime, gone.

Brick cried out the same time she did, her hand flying to her mouth as Brick stormed the now, as he thought, vulnerable man. But he had left what made him a good leader behind. Logic was left as Brick took on the man she had been so fooled by, and just before she watched the man grab hold of Brick's neck and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze until Brick was no longer, blood pouring from his crushed neck, she thought back to the days before, let the tears fall as she silently cried, and thought, What if…?

What if she had listened to him?

What if she had just went with them to the damn church?

What if she had just opted out of that class he told her wouldn't do her any good?

What if she had told him that she loved him, and not this man?

What if she had just thought to put the pieces together, read all the clues that were so obvious now.

It was too late, and now Boomer was just as enraged as Bubbles. Both took on the same target, the man, but forgot about the beast. Barbed tails came flying from behind, and made Bubble's death swift and pain ridden. She could see the spiked tail rip through her sweet sister's body, pulling out to leave only carnage. The Last sister she had fell to the earth not as a failed fighter but as a fallen angel, landing a hundred yards away from her spot next to Buttercup.

Boomer screamed her name, but it was cut short as the beast opened its jaws. He didn't even see it coming. So short and brutal was his death, as the teeth clamped around him, and the beast shook him as a dog would a toy. The master of him called out for him to spit that unworthy thing out, and with a wad of pink spit, Boomer was spit to the floor.

That left only her. Blossom tried to move backward, but pain flared in her body as she even tried to move. The man turned to her, and once more she was caught in his web of terrifying beauty. His smile reptilian, he slithered over to her, leaning over her near dead body.

"Say good bye, Oh sweet flower."

He rose his hand, spear pointed for death. The girl closed her eyes, and did something she never did, had refused to do.

She prayed. She prayed that she would be reborn again, that she would find her sisters and the boys. She prayed for the chance to make things right again, and to atone for what she had caused. She prayed with all her heart, and allowed herself to sob openly as she prayed for this one thing. Just one… thing….

And then the world tilted and jerked, violently. Time seemed to mesh with the air, and air seemed to become tangible and press so closely to the world. Heat and ice cold ripped through the world, and thunder, hail, rain and lightning split the sky. Night and day became one in one blinding flash, and the earth shook, it seemed, with rage.

Blossom, unable to hold on any longer, felt herself slipping away with the red life liquid that fell from her body. The last thing she saw was this man's face, and it was full of fear.