Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Puff Girls. Small children would not be able to watch it if I did.
Chapter 1
Blood.
She could smell it everywhere. On her, on the crimson soaked floor around her, leaking out of the demon's body not far from her… it was even on the clothes she was wearing.
Something metal and cold hit her face, causing her to wince and bring pain to her senses. Was a knife just thrown at her? She couldn't see why it was aimed at her…
It was strange, even though she was the rescuer; the victim was resisting any help.
Lying injured and bloody at her feet was Mojo Jojo. As much as she hated Mojo's snarling teeth, it was the frightened eyes that she hated the most. It was a twisted mockery of Mojo's usual self. The uncontrollable despair on Mojo's face was a side she had never seen of him before.
"Get away demon," Mojo growled, "don't touch me."
"Mojo, it's me," Blossom whispered as she cautiously inched towards the chimpanzee.
Her inching movements were rewarded with a shirking manner from the violated chimpanzee.
Clearly, talking any logic into Mojo was out of the question.
The world around Blossom grew blurry as she ran behind Mojo. Within seconds, he was knocked unconscious from a blow to the head. Grimacing, Blossom swung Mojo over her shoulder and contemplated what to do next.
The first idea that came to her was to take Mojo to a hospital. Blossom shuddered, thinking about how no doctor or nurse could handle his rages if provoked. And Mojo had been pushed far enough.
Blossom squeezed her eyes shut. The events that had led to the stabbed demon before her were giving her a headache.
Feeling bored, Blossom had decided to check a book out from the Townsville Library. Mojo's sky observatory happened to be on the way. In moments, she heard screaming and moans through the observatory's metal exterior when flying overhead.
Against her better nature, she activated her supervision to see what the commotion was about. The sight she saw sickened her.
Mojo was pinned to the ground by Him's spindly arms. His manhood was being thrust into Mojo over and over while Mojo clawed violently, screaming and howling for Him to stop.
Undeterred, Him jeered catcalls, and then proceeded to resume his activity. Blossom's vision turned red and she found herself staring at a huge hole in Mojo's dome top and Him's bruised body when her vision started to clear again.
Apparently, her intervention just scared Mojo more because he launched himself at her with a knife that he had acquired somewhere.
Nimbly, she dodged out of the way of his attempted assault. The knife greeted Him's chest instead of her. This didn't seem to bother Mojo since he let himself go into a stabbing frenzy of Him's body.
Patiently, Blossom waited until he slowed down and then decided to approach him. That was when he threw the knife at her face.
The memories faded as Blossom willed to the present. A hospital would not be a good place to take Mojo so she racked her brains as to where else she could take him. An answer came to her after a few moments.
Shifting her cargo to a more comfortable position on her shoulder, she took flight to the sky. Blossom was not worried about Him since his body could self heal itself. Mojo was her top priority to getting to a refugee where he could recuperate.
End of Chapter 1
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