Chapter 2

"God damn it Buttercup, did you really have to throw it that hard?" Blossom said, frustrated with her sister. She was holding her shoulder, trying to fight the urge to go over and punch her as hard as she could. Her shoulder had been dislocated in their last battle, and they were on their way home.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry? I thought you knew it was coming at you?" she replied, a little annoyed now. They'd been flying home for about an hour now, and the entire way there Blossom had been bitching.

They'd been fighting some Eco-Terrorists on the other side of the country, who had been ready to blow up a Nuclear Power Plant. Which really made no sense since if they did, it would destroy all the wildlife and country side around it, but the girls weren't concerned with that. Buttercup had gotten the bomb away from them. But one of the terrorists shot an RPG at her, so in order to save the bomb and stop it from it exploding, she threw it to Blossom. But she had tossed it too hard, so upon catching it, Blossom's arm was pulled out of socket.

Her shoulder was in sharp pain, almost searing. It felt as though a screwdriver was plunged in between her arm and socket, and was being twisted around inside of her. She was quite surprised with herself and how well she was handling the pain.

"Look Blossom, if you want, we can stop right now and I'll pop it back into place for you, I told you I could handle it. Or you can be a whiny bitch the whole way home and let Bubbles do it, and you know she'll be a hell of a lot gentler than I will."

"Yeah no shit, and she wouldn't have propelled a bomb at my head either." Blossom replied. It felt good to actually have a conversation with her sister like this, they never got to hang out anymore, just the two of them. Even if the conversation was loaded with bitchy attitudes and loaded insults. But she didn't mind, it was how their day normally went.

Plus they didn't have to listen Bubbles complain about their fighting. She was always too nice like that, the baby of the group. She hated when they fought and would always start crying about how they never got along. Tears were always a word away with her.

"You think Bubbles is alright?" Buttercup asked, almost out of the blue. But Blossom saw it coming. It happened every time, well the few times they ever left her behind. Buttercup worried about Bubbles. She always did, almost like a big sister, or a mother even.

"Of course she's alright Buttercup. Why wouldn't she be?" she responded. There really was almost nothing to worry about. Bubbles was a good girl, overdramatic and totally over emotional, but a good girl all around.

"I just worry about her, you know?", and Buttercup did worry, she always had. Even if she made fun of her all the time, cracked jokes a lot. But she loved her with all her heart, and would do anything for her. "And I have a bad feeling, I don't know why. But I just do."

"Oooooh come on Buttercup, you know she's alright. She's a tough girl just like us, even if a bit emotional."

"Yeah I guess you're right." she said, but that feeling wasn't going away. A cold, chilling feeling in her chest. It was probably just her anxiety, but even so, it just felt, different. Different from normal anxiety. "Let's just hurry home okay."

An hour later they arrived home, landing softly in front of the front door. They opened the door and walked inside, closing it softly.

"Professor!" the two yelled inside. "We're home!"

"Okay!" the Professor yelled from the basement. Which was where he spent most of his time during the day. It was how he made his living after all. "Do me a favor and go check on your sister, would you? I haven't heard her all day. Frankly I'm a little worried."

"Yes Professor." They called back.

"But first I want to make a sandwich." said Buttercup, "She can wait a few minutes." She floated through the kitchen door, and began doing just that. "Blossom you want one?" she called from the kitchen.

"Yeah I could go for one." Blossom said as she floated into the kitchen to join her. "Make me one with turkey and cheese."

"Fine fine, mayonnaise?" she asked, already pulling out the bread from the bread box. "Oh and do you want lettuce and tomato?" She was now pulling the turkey out of the fridge, and waiting for an answer so she could grab the container with the lettuce and tomatoes.

"Uhm, yeah i guess that'd be good."

"Alright sweet." Was all Buttercup replied with. "Hey you wanna go check on Bubbles, figure I'll make her one to while I'm at it."

"Yeah might as well." Blossom stood up and flew out the door. "Don't forget easy on the mayonnaise." She called as she turned upwards and flew over the banister. She flew to the doorway into her room, but stopped in front of the door.

There was an eerie, chilling aura emanating from her door. Blue light was shining from around the outline of the doorway. It pierced the doorway, shining into the hallway.

"Buttercup..." she called, too frightened to enter the doorway. "BUTTERCUP!"

"What...what...?" she yelled, flying above the banister to meet Blossom. "What's wr...Holy shit...what the hell is that?" Her eyes were wide now, and a look of astonishment came across her face.

"I...I don't know."

"Well why don't you open the door?" Buttercup asked, bemused by the fact that her sister hadn't even tried to open the door yet.

"I...I feel scared Buttercup, I have a feeling that I don't wanna know what's behind there." Blossom said, with the fear audible in her voice. Her voice was shaking, and there was a cold feeling in her chest. Her stomach was fluttering as well.

"Well we need to know what it is, so I'm going in." With that she reached out and took hold of the door. But when she did, the lights emanating from the doorway lit up twice as bright. "Alright..." she let out a breath. "Here we go."

She twisted the doorknob, and the bright blue light enveloped them both.