AN; Before I start this REALLY dark fic (there'a your warning) i want to let a little humor leak in with the author's notes in order to keep this story from... wanting to kill yourself. Okay, so Claire (my little sis) and I were trying to think of a name for this fic. Here were her suggestions;
Black Swan (My Reaction; It's been done before!)
Angel Something (Do you hear yourself?)
The Wings of Tomorrow (What the fuck is wrong with you?)
The Wings of Yesterday (Oh my god, I think I might just punch you if you open your mouth again.)
The Wings of Tuesday (... Kill yourself.)
Yeah, I guess any title sounds good next to those, so if you have a story called something like; The Sadness In The Rain, you were probably letting Claire mind control you. Okay, I'm gonna get on with the story before I get TOO annoying. Read and review!
Bubbles P.O.V.
I had never been... strong.
My sisters, enemies, and even friends had always commented on how weak I was.
My weak heart; Always letting in the wrong people.
My weak mind; Always snapping to easily.
My weak soul; Normally letting anyone with a pretty face and smooth mouth change who I was.
I'd accepted my weakness when I was only in middle school. But with that acceptance, the world gave me a very sudden shock and turned me upside down to dangle what strength was left in my body.
The government was being sued for allowing superheroes to exist after a guy they called the Hulk lost his temper and wiped out the whole population of Manhattan.
So, in response to this, the world demanded that a hit be put out on anyone with even an inkling of powers. Dozens of heroes were murdered by the civilians they had tried to save countless times.
The killings lasted for about a month. I had hid in the basement with my one remaining family member for a month.
Buttercup had been shot down by a tank that Mitch's dad found in Mojo's lair on the day after the Manhattan Madness. She was dead the second the antidote and the explosion hit her.
The Professor had gone into a feverish rage, marching over to the Mitchlesons as the four of them stood in out driveway, laying BC's corpse down in front of us.
Mitch was crying, and his older sister had been looking at my supposedly invincible sister like she had been something the little witch had stepped in. Their parents looked eerily like vigilantes fighting on the wrong side, proud of their work and eager to do more of it.
Which was why they had come for Blossom and I.
The Professor had screamed and threatened to kill them all with the kitchen knife he had been wielding. Blossom had watched soberly, but I could feel her heart pounding in her chest as I cried my heart out.
I remember taking a daring peek out the window right before the gun went off. And pieces of my father's head splattered on the window.
I had tried to scream and fight to get to him, knowing that I couldn't help him, but not able to believe that he was truly gone.
That they both had left me forever.
Blossom had held me back, making a mix of panicked and urging sounds as she pulled me down into the Professor's laboratory, a hand over my mouth.
She hid me under the Professor's desk, where the scent of chemicals and onions still lingered. His signature scent.
She had left me there, a determined and grim set to her jaw as she barely gave me two fierce words.
"Stay here!"
I had obeyed, of course, being too terrified to move.
I kept my eyes firmly shut, trying to block out the awful noises of the Mitchlesons stomping down the stairs and into the lab.
I was unsuccesful, the down side of having super hearing.
"Come on out, demons!" Mitch's mother called out, her shrill tone leaving a ringing in my ears, "Don't make this harder than it needs to be!"
"Save your breath, Martha." The dad muttered, "These freaks are beyond reason."
Beyond reason? Well we certainly had enough reasoning to know the difference between evil and good. A distinction these monsters had yet to make.
"Get out now and I won't hurt you." Blossom's voice rang out, colder and clearer than I'd ever heard it, "Stay another second and I butcher you the same way you did my family."
I realized she was angry then, an emotion that I hadn't come to yet, I had still been dealing with despair.
"Shut up, you sick creature!" Martha yelled and a bullet went through the Professor's World Best Scientist mug, shattering it.
"I warned you." Blossom growled and even I shrank back in terror.
"Mark, where is it?!" Martha screeched and then I rush of icy air ran threw the room.
"Mark, my feet are stuck! Is this ice?"
"Quiet, Martha, it's right there."
His voice come out in a terrified whisper and I could hear Blossom... laugh.
It was the sound I pictured trees in a haunted forest or graveyard making when wind blew through them. Hollow and unnatural.
"Yes it is." She spat the word, "And it thinks the nasty humans need to be taught a lesson."
"I'm scared, Mark, where is it?" Martha asked in a terrified whisper.
"Behind you." Mark breathed.
Martha screamed, and then suddenly her wail was somewhat muffled, as if someone had stuck something in her mouth.
"My, my, someone hadn't been flossing." Blossom giggled, giving me goosebumps as I realized her fingers here inside her mouth, prying her jaw open.
"Let's play a little game, shall we?" Bloss inquired, and I could here Martha begin to sob.
"No, please!" Mark cried out, "Just let her go and we'll never bother you again, I swear it!"
"Really?" Blossom gasped, falsely amazed, "It'll be that easy? You guys can walk away and my sister and father will just magically come to life?"
Martha's jaw was yanked roughly, causing her to scream again.
Blossom spoke tightly, "Now I suggest you shut up and play with me. How about a classic family game that I can never play again? Tag. Mark, just touch Martha and she gets to keep her two front teeth. Sound fair?"
"NO!" Martha sobbed as Mark started hyperventilating.
"But, I can't- The ice-"
"Tick tock, Markie. One minute left before you lose." Blossom informed him.
"I can't!" He yelled, "Please, end this!"
"End it?" She asked, "Are you giving up? Should I just claim my prize now?"
"No!" Mark and Martha both whimpered.
Mark took a deep breath and began furiously tugging on his foot from beneath the floor of ice.
"Come on!" He snarled as Blossom made clock noises.
"Forty-five seconds left."
"AGH!" Mark shouted as a sickening crunch and then a crack echoed in the room. He had broken his ankle.
"Mark!" Martha screamed as he made no further movements.
"Thirty seconds."
Mark dragged himself out of the ice, shouting the hold time as his abused ankle was put through even more torment.
"Fifteen seconds."
He was free. I could hear Martha's shout of delight and Mark's victory breath as he began crawling as fast as he could towards her.
It wasn't nearly fast enough.
"Five."
He gasped and tried to move even faster.
"Four."
Martha's tears hit the floor, a sizzle sounding as the warm droplets met with the cold ice.
"Three."
Mark was nearly there, he stretched is arm out and only missed the tip of Martha's shoe by a few inches.
"Two."
Mark made a pained noise as his arm was slit open by a jagged piece of ice, distracting him for that one crucial second.
"One."
Martha's teeth were ripped out.
The games Blossom played with her two victims didn't end their, oh no. There were countless others. The one that stuck out the most brightly to me was when Mark had to skin Martha's legs or else Mitch and his sister, Linda, would be forced to join in the games.
It was the sickest moment of my life and still haunts me today. It occurred to me that I could of flown out of the room at any time. The Mitchleson's weren't a threat after the first five minutes of being down there with me, so I could of left. But I sat there and listened to a married couple get tortured.
And then I stayed down there for the rest of that awful month, trying to ignore the scent of blood and tears and finally getting so used to it, it became odd not to smell such awful things.
Blossom had plenty more outlets to take her frustrations on as the hunters continued to come.
"I'm just protecting you. Protecting us. They're trying to kill us, so we have to kill them first." She often said when I cried myself to sleep.
I always nodded like I understood- And I did... I just didn't see why she took so much joy in the cruel murders.
The day the hunters finally stopped coming and all the madness ended was the day the president signed a new law.
All super powered beings must take antidote x on a regular basis. Any supers discovered not taking this will be executed immediately.
So the reign of terror was over, as was my life as a super hero. The Powerpuff Girls were no more.
Blossom and I took are meds, went to school, and eventually went our separate ways.
Bloss went to college at M.I.T. and then moved to Russia to get in on the science-y stuff over there.
We never discussed what had happened in the Dark Month. Although I did notice her taking a bigger interest in the Saw movies afterwards, I never said anything. I was still too afraid that she would turn back into that cold monster and I would be killed with just as much malice as the others.
Stupid, I know. She would never hurt me, but it was one of those irrational fears that couldn't seem to go away. Like checking behind the shower curtain and in the mirror for monsters even when you're seventy.
Anyways, I had moved to New York after I got out of high school. I couldn't tell you why. I didn't have any career path or secret lover that led me here, just a primal need to get out of and far away from Townsville.
It was the setting of my nightmares and nothing else.
I'd managed to get a job down here to. As a dancer, my dream job.
I'd skipped college, but the instructor didn't pay any attention to anything but grace and that was the one think I had.
So I was now Bubbles the ballerina, living in a penthouse apartment near the studio. I was as happy as I could get nowadays- Except for one new thing that's been nagging at me lately.
I think my neighbor might be stalking me.
AN; So there's the intro to 'Forget The Sun'. Will I change the title in the future?Probably. Will I be responding to review for the first time ever? Yup. Will I ever reveal who Bubbles creepy neighbor is?! Only if I get some feedback!