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Chapter Four

"Tell me why I'm here," Mojo asked bitterly, drumming his fingers on Ms. Bellum's mahogany table.

"To keep an eye on you," Blossom said, with a trace of irritation in her voice. "Try being quite."

"Not until I have finished what I, MojoJoJo started to say," Mojo said, glaring at Blossom.

"Who cares what Mojo has to say?" Blossom asked brightly.

"I don't," Ms. Bellum said, spearing a carrot on the end of her fork.

"What a surprise," Mojo said, glowering at Ms. Bellum.

Feigning deafness, Ms. Bellum resumed eating her carrot salad. She knew Mojo was trying to provoke her; he had doing through dinner. No doubt he was hoping for an excuse to be banished from the table.

"Majority rules," Blossom quipped.

"Did the Professor tell you anything else," Ms. Bellum asked, interrupting the argument.

"No, I don't think so," Blossom said thoughtfully.

Mojo slammed both hands down onto the table and stretched over it until he was an arm's length from Blossom's face, causing both females to flinch. His lips were curled back to reveal his teeth, adequately intimidating on their own, and coupled with the deadly look in his eyes…it was no wonder Blossom took a step away from the table.

"Ignore me will you?" he hissed. "And you made me come here for your stupid dinner." All this was said so low as to be a mutter, a voice on a low octave, but the words were clear enough to all.

For a second, Blossom thought Mojo was going to attack her, and lifted her arms to shield herself. "Mojo stop," she gasped, staring into the chimpanzee's eyes.

Ms. Bellum recovering from her shock practically leapt between Blossom and Mojo.

"How about sitting back down?" Ms. Bellum said narrowing her eyes.

At the sound of Ms. Bellum's voice, Mojo blinked. Without meeting anyone's gaze, he rose and strode swiftly out of the room, presumably aware of what Blossom could do to him for his defiance.

Ms. Bellum heaved a sigh of relief, and behind her Blossom did the same. "Are you alright?" Ms. Bellum asked, looking Blossom over for any damaged composure.

"I'm fine," Blossom said, lost in her own thoughts. Satisfied, Ms. Bellum resumed her previous seating and began eating.

Mojo's eyes, Blossom thought, frowning. That looks in his eyes. Where have I seen it before? She mulled over the idea for only a few moments before the cold realization hit her, and when it did she felt a numbing dread fill her stomach.

Mojo's eyes before he had broken his gaze had been red.

A clouded red the Townsville population had under Him's mind control.

"May I be excused?" Blossom asked, concealing with difficulty the rush of panic she felt building up.

Receiving a curt nod from Ms. Bellum, Blossom raced out of the room.

With no one in sight, Ms. Bellum pulled the blond cap off her head.

The hair she had pinned up came cascading down in curls. And she clicked her tongue disapprovingly at the two untouched plates heaped with carrot salad. An ugly possibility loomed that the next few dinners could be unpleasant and Ms. Bellum wondered if she was up for the challenges ahead.

Mojo let himself into his unofficial bedroom. The room, he vaguely noticed, was concealed in the dark. The voice in his head was more of a pressing matter.

"Are you not glad to get away from those two female creatures?" the high pitched voice inquired.

"Who are you? Identify yourself at once!" Mojo demanded.

"Is that anyway to treat a friend?" The voice sounded hurt.

"Friend?" Mojo asked, the merest trace of confusion in his voice.

"A friend that can end your pain," the voice coaxed.

A tiny alarm bell went off in the corner of Mojo's brain. He ignored it. Who could argue with a persuasive speaker like that? Agreeing with mysterious voices was not what Mojo usually did but it felt right to him. Besides, the voice seemed somewhat familiar to him.

"Who are you talking to?" asked another voice from behind Mojo.

Mojo turned sharply. Blossom was propped alone nearby, leaning against a wall, looking visibly vexed. Her arms folded, she seemed to have been watching Mojo conversing with himself.

"I, seeing as I Mojo JoJo was the only one here until you came here," Mojo lied defiantly.

"So you say," Blossom said, not believing Mojo at all.

"I will bid you goodnight so that you will go away and not intrude on me," Mojo said hotly.

"Will do," Blossom said, with a neutral look at Mojo, "you need your sleep,"

"No argument?" Mojo scowled, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Nope," Blossom said, and before Mojo could stop her, she added, "Your eyes turned red at the dinner table."

"Red," Mojo murmured, digesting this information as Blossom floated out of his room.

"That is strange," Mojo thought, as he got quietly into his blanketed bed some minutes later, his hat and cape now hanging in the closet, he thought he'd like to ask the voice what was wrong with him before asking Blossom for advice. Not realizing how backwards his logic patterns were, Mojo drifted off to sleep.

Blossom sat watching an hour glass while Mojo slumbered outside his occupied bedroom door. Her blond wig lay abandoned on the carpet. Blossom's plan was her main focus at the moment. The first step of her plan to help Mojo was going to involve her falling asleep. Then, she would invade his mind.

Hell could break loose, Blossom thought as she watched the sand fall through the glass. Finally, the repetitive sand motion lulled Blossom to her dreams. The dreams would turn into nightmares as Blossom would shortly learn.

Author's note: This chapter was a little shorter than I'd like it to be. Spell check does not catch as many of my errors as I'd like. I'll update as soon as I can but school is my life right now.