OOOH yay! Chapter 4! Thanks to all of you for your kind reviews, and I hope you enjoy this chapter too! ;D In this chapter, we'll see more about Angelica and her relationship with her family members and Townsville citizens! Maybe we'll even get to see how she interacts with the villains… OH! Also? It'll be all taking place directly in the past- and JUST to prep you up, I might use Angelica's POV every so often, because in this version, it's not like Bubbles is narrating anything anymore. This is just what happened, plain and simple ;D SOOOO… you can also see other POVS as well now! =3 Enjoy, and please review! T-Thanks… on with the story! ^_^

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE POWERPUFF GIRLS OR THE ROWDYRUFF BOYS, OR ANYTHING, EXCEPT THE IDEA AND ANY MADE UP CHARACTERS! =D

REMINDER: THE PGG AND RRB ALL HAVE NORMAL LIMPS, EYES, NOSES, FINGERS, TOES…ETC. =)

Angelica

Chapter 4: Angelica Meets Mojo

P.O.V.: Bubbles- Age 37

Setting: Bubbles, Boomer, and Angelica's house. Bubbles and Boomer are now 37, and Angelica is now 16. This is where the story now takes place officially(In the past). This is where we shall be remaining from now on… for a while anyway. Enjoy!

"Boomer." I smiled warmly at Boomer as he walked towards me. I was still sitting down on the white chairs in the backyard. Still thinking about my beautiful daughter…and how she'd never experience what it's like to have powers.

He smiles sadly and sighs, sitting across from me with understanding in his eyes.

The sun gleams on his blonde golden hair as he rushes his fingers threw it. The bangs always come back to greet his eyes again though. Which was simply adorable. No matter what his age…

"Bubbles." he affectionately greets, looking me in the eyes, "You thinking about Angelica too?" I nod numbly, looking away.

"I hate this Boomer… I wish- I wish she could just be normal."

Boomer snickers at that and nods slowly. He's staring past me, his eyes lost in thought.

"Having super powers isn't normal Bubbles. It's just normal to US. On top of the fact that Angelica…well, she isn't normal anyway." I look towards him, my eyebrows raised. He had a point but…

"What might you mean?" I blink, dumbfounded. He looks into my eyes now, a smile on his lips. He looked proud.

"Our daughter's super normal. She's got an amazing intellectual and emotional IQ. Meaning…she really connects with people in a way most others couldn't. she cares…"

I nod at that. He couldn't be more right. Angelica was the sweetest person I know- not including Boomer or myself. In fact, she was even sweeter than that.

You'd think that too much sweetness would make you sick of a person. But no- it was the exact opposite with Angelica. It just made you want more.

Often times I found myself wishing I knew what it was like to see things through Angelica's eyes, her opinions on things. For some strange reason, I felt like if I could do that, I'd understand the world

"Bubbles. Trust me. She's gotten along this far, she'll be just fine." Boomer reassures me, reaching out to grab my hand which is now lying on the white table in front of me.

I smile gently at him, my eyes sparkling with agreement.

"Besides…" he smirks, his eyes glinting with a luster of Rowdyruff edge in them, "If anyone even dared mess with her I'd beat the shit out of 'em." Boomer admits and I laugh at him joyfully, knowing he would too. He loved his daughter, just as much as I did. I took his hands into mine and gently pressed them for comfort on my face. My eyes closed as I felt the power yet softness in them…and how much I adored it.

Nothing would happen to her. Not with these hands protecting her.

"I love you Boomer." I blush, reopening my eyes to stare at him warmly. He stared back, a genuine smirk of happiness on his face.

"…Love you too Bubbles." he agreed, and then took my hand and kissed it. I giggled at that.

At that same time, Angelica came back out. It had been a few minutes now since she went back in to make her homemade lemonade.

She appeared from around the corner of the house, her baby blonde hair glistening and catching the light eagerly.

Her smile lifted me up as soon as I spotted it on those unnatural but beautiful colored bright pink lips of hers.

"Made it! And it's got just the right touch of sugar to it too." Angelica giggles. She was holding the glass pitcher and three cups, stacked on top of each other in her hands. She set the pitcher down and set up the cups for us and herself. They were the cups she had bought me for mother's day. The ones that weren't cheap either…very beautiful glass cups that had little saying written onto the bottom of them in script, so that's you'd be able to see it once you were done drinking. These saying were always inspirational, for example, one of them was "Never look down on anybody unless you're helping him up." ~Jesse Jackson. That one was Angelica's favorite. I could often see her drink from that cup. She adored it that much…

However, this time, she gave that one to me. she smiled knowingly at me, her bright, beautiful blue eyes shining like two mystical stars.

"I think you should read this one Mother." she encouraged me, then poured her homemade lemonade into my glass. I didn't understand what she meant by that. I had read it. All of them. Why did she want me to read it again?

"But dear, it's your favorite cup! Don't you want it?" I smiled thoughtfully at her and she shook her head no as Boomer clapped his hands in anticipation, Angelica pouring some for his cup.

"I'm trying a new one today. I like to switch it up every once and a while." she intrigued me as she poured her own and then put the pitcher down.

"Love, love, love this stuff Angelia! Thanks a bunch!" Boomer chirped, drinking it down eagerly, "Your mother teach you how to make it?" she asked between chugging, eyeing me. I shook my head no, a proud smile on my face.

"No dear. I never made this. Do you recall me ever making it?"

"Hmm, true. I don't." he admits, blushing from embarrassment.

Angelica smiles giddily, the glow to her skin increasing as she does. She takes a sip herself, and her eyes seem to light up even more.

"I learned it on my own. I enjoy reading a lot of cook books Father." She tells him and he finishes his drink, pouring more for himself.

"Well, whatever you do, you do it so damn GOOD. We should invite Brick and the kids over for a cup of this!"

I laugh at him, his excitement is so child-like…it's really adorable.

"Oh Boomer. Don't you know? They're all on vacation this week silly. They'll be back after the weekend." today was Friday, a nice, sunny Friday.

Angelica smiled, her drink now finished. She glanced down at the bottom of the cup, reading the inspirational saying. Her smile bloomed for it.

Then, she placed it down onto the table with a giggle.

"Mother, Father, I was wondering if you'd like to do something special today?" Angelica suddenly asks, perking us both up. My eyebrows raise in eagerness to hear what she has to say.

"Like what sweetheart?" Boomer queries and Angelica smiled big at him, her eyes so optimistic it'd be a crime to refuse her wishes.

She clasps her hands together and puts them close to her heart, excitement filling her whole body.

"A picnic!" she exclaims and stretches her arms out, then lets them plop back down onto the sides of her dress, making a soft 'plop' sound.

A picnic! Oh, how wonderful!

A delight of my own settled in, and I smiled eagerly with her, getting up quickly.

"Oh!" I squealed, "That sounds like so much fun! We could invite Buttercup, Butch, and Tiffany too!" I exclaim, showing just as much excitement for this as she did. She nods eagerly, and an intriguing grin on her pleasant face.

"I already called them. I figured, since today is such a lovely day, and no one has any work, it'd be a perfect day for a picnic! They agreed whole heartedly!"

"But sweetheart, I've got to paint today-" Boomer frowns, his eyes saddened by this.

"If I don't, I might not get it done tomorrow…" he admits. Angelica looks towards him and smiles knowingly.

"Father, you'll get it done. I promise you that…"

He cocks an eyebrow at that while I finish the rest of the lemonade Angelica poured for me. I read the bottom of it…the quote my daughter adored so much…

'never look down on anyone unless you're helping them up…' I repeated in my head. Why, what an interesting quote it was. Why did my daughter like it so much though…?

Maybe it's because she enjoyed community service so much. Maybe that's it…

"Are you having another one of those 'psychic moments' again?" pondered an amused Boomer who stared up at his daughter with a smirk and cocked up eyebrow.

Angelica didn't get mad at that, just giggled and nodded sincerely.

That was quite common for Angelica. T simply 'know' things…

I was a firm believer in psychics now! Thanks to her.

"Well.." he looked towards me, a smile of relief on his face, knowing that Angelica's psychic abilities were always accurate, "If that's the case, then I got nothing to lose. I could use a good time out with my family anyway." he looked up at Angelica who smiled big and bent down to give him a big hug.

He hugged her back, both of them laughing from joyfulness. The one thing our family had above all else, was cheerfulness. There wasn't a day that went by without a smile in this household.

Angelica's hugs were soft and comforting. They calmed you down. The only thing that you could compare them to, was the summer breeze…sweet and fleeting. That was the worst part about them. They ended…

She giggled cheerfully and let go of Boomer and then looked at me, who was now standing.

"I made most of the meal before you two got up…" she admits, a light and absolutely adorable blush on her face. It makes me want to blush too. "I wanted it to be a surprise, so I hid it in the back of the fridge. It's in a bag, hidden behind the other things. I'm so glad you went food shopping yesterday, or else you would've both spotted it!" she exclaimed and I couldn't help but peck her on the cheek.

My daughter…always the type to inspire happiness inside someone's heart.

"Thanks so much sweetie! This'll be fun! Did you tell Buttercup and them what time to come on by?"

She smiled up at the sky, her eyes shining even brighter in the sunlight. They looked like a neon aqua… I couldn't look away from them.

"I told them to meet us at Hudson Park, right by their house. They liked the sound of that. Tiffany absolutely adores that park you know. So, I figured it's the perfect place to go. Is that alright?"

"Oh. Of course honey! We can go there…um, I guess we'll talk the car then. Tell you what? I'll make some of my famous Fruit parfait to go along with the Picnic! It'll take only a few seconds too!" I giggle and Angelica nods approvingly at me.

"That sounds great Mother! Thank you!" she claps her hands cutely, looking at me now, her smiling taking my breath away. It usually did to everyone though.

"No Angelica. Thank you. After all, you're getting me out of painting! Not that I mind painting but…it's still work." Boomer chided in, getting up.

"I'll take the rest of your lemonade and put in into a storage container to bring along. They got to try this stuff!" exclaimed a now very eager Boomer, who smiled like a 4 year old.

Brought back good memories to look at…

"Aw, okay Father." Angelica blushed from the compliment as he planted a kiss on her cheek and whisked the lemonade away. She giggled at that and watched him walk away, turning the corner to the front of the house. I watched him as well.

"What made you think of a picnic darling?" I question, taking the now empty glass cups and stacking them onto each other. She beamed a smile at me, as if she knew something I didn't…

"Oh Mother, just, nature I suppose. I like to be out in it…it make me feel so alive~" she twirls around in her dress, making it twirl with her, her aqua colored gemstone sparkling in the sunlight. I giggled at her and she giggled back. How could I forget?

Angelica was a nature girl. She may not look it, but she was.

She enjoyed watching the clouds, listening to the wind, taking in the sun, planting seeds and flowers, and bird watching. In fact, she enjoyed it so much that she even started her own 'nature journal', where she kept little diary entries about her experiences in nature and even some excellent drawings of birds and leaves.

"True dear, true. Nature is wonderful, isn't it? But…you get a very satisfied look on your face whenever your out in it. Why is that?" I query and she just smiling at me, a subtle smile without showing her pearly whites.

"…It is a sad thing whenever people are not satisfied with nature. After all, we're part of it as well." she answers, and I can't help but feel a little dumbfounded by her words. Then again…what else is new? This was Angelica we're talking about.

"Well, I agree with you dear, and I'm glad to see you enjoy it so much." I smile at her, "Now, I'm off to go and make those fruit parfaits, okay? Clean up if you have to before we go." I informed her, starting to walk away. Though, I'm certainly sure she didn't need to do any cleaning up. She was as clean as a whistle.

"Yes Mother~" her voice was so beautiful and smooth…but there was an interesting undertone to it. Something I wasn't used to hearing…

What was the mood that struck so odd in her voice just now? It sounded a bit…sad…

Why? My daughter was almost never sad…in fact…wait a second…not almost never sad…

Just- never sad. Seems impossible, I know, but…

That was just Angelica. She didn't get sad or mad…

For whatever reason.

She wasn't a cry baby like her mother, that's for sure.

But, perhaps it was just her voice with the wind. Perhaps the sound of the trees shaking and the birds chirping in the distance made it sound like something it wasn't…

Y-Yeah. That must be it…

ONE HOUR LATER…

We had taken the car to Hudson Park, because Angelica obviously couldn't fly, and we didn't want to carry her. She was too old for that sort of thing, though I'm one hundred percent positive she would've enjoyed it highly.

She sat in the backseat and was silent, staring out the window.

It was…eerie. There seemed to be dullness in her eyes, like the life I loved so much had been sucked dry from them.

I-it frightened me.

"Dear," I speak up, looking back at her in my mirror while Boomer drives, "What did you make for the Picnic?"

I was trying to make her speak, to bring the beauty back to her eyes, make her smile.

The only times she did this, was never. So….it frightened me.

However, I did notice her make a similar face whenever she caught one of us watching a violent or scary movie… but that would disappear as soon as she laid eyes on us. She would smile and ask us if we wanted to watch something like 'Ponyo' or 'Air TV' -her favorite anime and movie- with her. We'd almost always say yes, since they were family favorites of us too, and together, we'd rather watch that then a horror flick. Considering both Boomer and I are scardy cats- or at least more than our brothers and sisters are!

Yet this time, her face remained the same…dull and lifeless.

"…Angelica?" Boomer chided in, an authority to his voice. He must've sensed it too… and he glanced back at Angelica with his revue mirror as well.

Suddenly, she snapped out of it, and straightened up, looking towards us both, her eyes filling up with sparkle and shine again, but she wasn't smiling just yet…

Wait, never mind, now she was.

Phew, what a relief…

"Yes?" she smiled grandly at us and I couldn't help but breath out my relief and smile back.

"S-Sweetheart, something on your mind?"

"…What might you mean?" she tilts her head to the side cutely.

"well, all this ride…you've been so quite. Usually you talk about nature or God or…anything good really." I encourage her. I hoped everything was alright. I could see Boomer's grip tighten on the steering wheel, right before he parks the car.

"Oh…I'm so sorry Mother, Father. Just thinking a lot is all. Nothing to worry about, it's done now." she smiles contently, yet I didn't like that.

'It's done now?' I reviewed in my head, 'what's that supposed to mean?'

Sometimes, Angelica's mysterious ways irked me a little…

"Well, here we are!" Exclaimed Boomer, parking the car, smiling reassuringly, slapping his hands successfully on his knees, trying to lighten the mood.

"Great!" Angelica exclaimed, and before I could do much else, she grabs the bag with the picnic lunch in it and rushes out. She practically ran all the way across the park once we exited the car!

My eyes widened at that, wondering why she was so anxious…and weirder yet, why was she heading in that direction? How was she to know Buttercup and them were even …there?

But…they were. exactly where she ran to.

We shrugged and walked hand in hand over towards them. Buttercup and Butch were sitting on a picnic table the park hosted and already had a few things out, such as store bought treats and one thing made by Tiffany herself, Key Lime Pie.

Tiffany could cook- her parents couldn't to save the world.

"Hey Buttercup!" I exclaimed when I reached the table and she snickered, standing up and giving me a hug.

"Bubbles. Gosh, did your hair get any blonder?" she laughs and I roll my eyes.

"No silly. It's just all this sunshine!" I smirk back at her and she shakes her head, an amused smile on her face.

"You're daughter's a piece of work. She really is Bubbles. She calls up my house, asking if I want to have a picnic with you guys…and trust me, it was the last thing on my mind…but hey? I love your daughter. She's great." she smiled on over towards Angelica, who was being hugged by Tiffany. I smiled on over towards her too…still thinking back to that awfully silent car ride.

Angelica…if there's something you're not telling me about today…if there's something you're picking up on…what is it?

"Bubbles! Ya dumb blonde!" exclaims an over stimulated Butch which gives me a bear hug, breaking my thoughts. I roll my eyes as Boomer narrows his eyes at Butch, hugging Buttercup.

"Shut your grease trap Butch." he playfully, but seriously, growls out, forcing a deathly smile on his adorable face.

Awww! He was so sweet, even though I knew Butch was just kidding around…

"hello to you too." I roll my eyes at Butch. He just snickers at his brother's remark as Boomer talks to Buttercup now.

"How's the tyke been?" Butch motions towards Angelica who looks on over at me and Butch. I'm almost positive she heard Butch say that, and knew he meant her because he always calls her that. Though, I'm not sure how she heard it, considering she has no powers…

Another mystery I'll never solve about my beloved Angelica.

But I smile about it anyway.

"Good! Good. Perfect as usual~" I giggle and Butch smiles affectionately over by her.

"Yeah, she's a real diamond in the ruff alright." he snickers, "Don't make 'em like that anymore. How've you been?"

"Oh! Excellent! I landed a job at the children's center in the city! I'll be teaching them arts and crafts…isn't that great?"

"really? WOW, that's cool! So, you're doing your dream and getting paid, eh? Not bad, not bad at all Bubbles!"

"Thank you! I couldn't agree more!" I blush and giggle.

A few minutes later we're all sitting down at the table, unwrapping the meals we had brought, and starting to dig into them. Everything was so delicious, and I had almost forgotten to drink because the food was so good!

But, it's to be expected from Angelica's cooking! She was just like me in that sense, a great cook! I'm so happy the gene was passed down!

"Aunt Bubbles, how's it going?" the quite and reserved Tiffany asked from across the table, offering me a shy smile. I was eating some of the cobbler my daughter had made and I smiled while I chewed, a blush forming on my face because I couldn't answer her with a full mouth. I wiped away the crumbs on my face and swallowed.

"Good! Yourself? Enjoying summer?"

"Oh um, kind of…I like the cold better though…" she frowns, looking away, "But, it's not bad, I guess. I just hate being around these two slobs." she smirks, pointing at her parents who are sitting next to her.

I can't help but laugh as they both glare at her for that. Ahhh yes, Tiffany. The honest and the brave…but rather shy niece. And in all her glory of 17 years, she was beautiful. Dark green eyes with amazing black, long hair to match. Pale skin that was slightly tanned thanks to the summer as well.

"Well, your mother's always been like that. Never the one to clean." I comment, and her death glare goes to me now.

"hey- watch it sister." she threatens and I just smile teasingly at her.

"Nope!" I giggle and Boomer smirks at me as well as Butch.

"Hey- you guys want to hear this story? It'll make your head spin- I swear. But um… it's kind of dirty…I think you two young girls should go for a little walk." Butch looked towards Tiffany and Angelica. Tiffany rolled her eyes, totally offended, but Angelica stood up without a second thought, a smile displayed on her face as if it were the best thing in the world to be shooed away by an adult.

"DAD…I'm not a little kid." Tiffany grumbled, but Angelica giggled and had already started walking away.

Butch frowned at Tiffany and his eyes glared at her threateningly. Ahhh, I could just feel the love in their family!

"Go talk to your cousin! Don't be rude!" urged Butch and Tiffany still glared at her father.

Angelica was walking away, all by herself… I kind of wanted to tell Tiffany to go over to her as well, because Tiffany had super powers….but…

It wasn't my place.

"You always do this dad! Shoo me away like I'm some little girl…" she growls out and Buttercup smirks at her, looking proud of her resistance.

I hear Boomer sigh at this.

"Butch, was that necessary? Now my daughter's up and gone…" Boomer frowns, knowing Tiffany wasn't going anywhere.

Butch smiles sheepishly at Boomer and rubs the back of his head.

"w-well.. She wouldn't like what I wanted to tell you anyway…not ready for it."

I rolled my eyes, actually very irked at him now. How would he know? He was being rude…

Though, he was probably right. Angelica was not on that 'level' yet- if she ever would be. I prayed she wouldn't…

I couldn't see my sweet, innocent daughter turn perverted..

"Whatever, that's not the point- the POINT is-" Boomer begins, but then stops, his eyes becoming super wide when he hears something slam down in the near distance. Something harsh and deadly.

I gasp, quickly getting up and looking in back of me, wondering what was going on. Already, Buttercup and Butch were on their feet.

As we looked back, all we saw was a cloud of dirt…nothing more, nothing less. It covered the air, and wafted on over to us, making us cough a bit. Tiffany quickly covered the remaining food, so it wouldn't be covered in…dirt.

Then, we heard the slam again, and we couldn't tell it was made from a machine of some sort alright…

It was coming closer. And I'm almost positive it was a machine made my someone who didn't plan on using it for good.

I heard women's screams in the background, where it was coming from, and I heard gun shots being fired as well! It was close, but not too close…so I couldn't see what was happening, on top of the damn dust cloud!

But…

My heart skipped a beat, and my face dropped, my blood running cold…

"A-Angelica…" I mumbled out through my coughs, "ANGELICA!" I screamed out, panic ensuing. Angelica was in that direction! D-defenseless!

In a moment, Boomer had zoomed off, his face resembling my own, only angrier, and I followed after his, my whole body shaking.

Women and men alike were screaming now, and the cloud of dirt got worse as we got closer…

Angelica…Angelica, where ARE you?

P.O.V.: Mojo Jojo

I crashed onto the ground with my new weapon- a machine in which I could sit in and control to walk around and use. It had two arms, two legs, and was the size of a small house, which was decently big. Where the head should be, was surrounded by a glass tube, which was indescribable to..erm…most things.

The special ability this machine possessed was the cloud of dirt and dust it could spew up with a touch of a button. It was ingenious! And it would help to make it a mystery- so that I would not be caught so easily! Anyone who entered this dirt cloud couldn't see a thing! The only disadvantage…was that I couldn't see anything either.

"Drats.." I mumbled out, my voice scratchy and weak from age. Oh! Wait, I almost forgot… I had built a pair of goggles that enable me to see past this! I was still a genius! So…HA ha HA ha HA!

I put them on and scanned the area, seeing that there were a few people around to terrorize. I seized the ground with my bear hands and grabbed a huge chunk of it- flinging it at a couple randomly. It hit them and covered them in dirt- a dirt pile! I was a genius! Those fools would have to take a bath for eight days straight- which is a whole week! Oh wait…7 days is a whole week, never mind.

I got bored of that and initiated my ray gun, making my machine hold it in it's hand.

I laughed manically as I felt the terror I was creating…but then started to cough violently.

Ugh…stupid cough. Note to self: pick up cough drops from CVS later on.

With a swift motion, I started to fire randomly, in every direction with that gun, coughing instead of laughing- which was no fun- but I enjoyed using the gun none the less.

This was the best day of my life! And better yet? No Powerpuffs or Rowdyruffs! Perfect!

I was about to continue shooting…when a particular scream stopped me. Why was that?

I usually enjoy screams, usually are used to them. However… I didn't like this one. On top of the fact that… I didn't feel like moving. I felt…frozen. My eyebrows slowly raised and I looked towards my gun. It was fine, perfectly in check. No Rowdyruff or Powerpuff had stopped it…so…why was I stopping? It couldn't be just because of some random scream- no- it was much more than that.

My hand wasn't pressing the trigger button anymore, that enabled it to fire…

But…WHY?

I tried to force myself to do it but….no matter how hard I tried to move my hand to press it…my hand wouldn't budge! It was frozen in that spot! I-I don't understand…

With a growl on obvious infuriation, I look forward, towards the outside of my protective dome of indestructible glass…

And to my surprise, my jaw drops. My eyes widen. My heart beat quickens.

W-what was happening to me?

I stared…straight into the eyes of this girl…but she was not ordinary girl! S-she looked so…so…

"Beautiful…" I mumbled out, as she stared back at me, her eyes wide and filled with life.

Yet, there was a pain to her eyes… at least at first. Then, however, they lightened up, and they seemed to smile all of their own…a beautiful shine to them I had never seen anywhere else before.

She seemed to be unaffected by the dust and dirt my machine had created… her mouth was in a straight line, as if she was concentrating so hard on something…but her eyes remained bright and friendly.

I gulped and took off my goggles. Something was telling me to.

I did so, and was utterly shocked to see…she was clear. There was … no dust at all surrounding her.

She almost seemed to glow and shine, like star in the night…and now, I stepped closer to her with my machine. I - I needed to know who she was.

That baby blonde hair, that glowing skin, those aqua blue eyes! She was…she was nothing short of perfection… Her hand lay elegantly over her stomach, and the other was dangling daintily by her side.

I was now directly in front of her, my own eyes wide and for the first time in my life…

I felt speechless. Captivated by her..

I didn't feel love for her, if that's what you're thinking. I am too old for love, and far too evil for it but…

This was different. I felt as though…as though I couldn't hurt her.

Then, something strange and magnificent happened.

Her beautiful, unnaturally bright pink lips that were slightly magenta mixed with rose pink, bloomed into a benevolent smile, and her eyes shined gloriously into mine. It was like…like looking at heaven itself.

Then, she took her hands and cupped them together. I looked at those hands…staring at them. I could've sworn I saw them glow…

When she reopened her hands, a beautiful rose, the same strange and magnificent color of her lips, laid there, and she put it directly into my machine's free hand. She looked like it took a lot out of her to reach for it, even though it was right in front of her, which puzzled me. I didn't pay much attention to that though. She continued to smile all the more. I also noticed that a part of her pure white dress, near her stomach, was a bit…red. Had she spilled something on it? She didn't seem like the messy type…I guess that explains why she was covering it before with her hand.

Oh well…

I was dumbfounded, and I stared at that rose for a long time…

Quickly, I made it so that my machine sucked up the rose and gave it to me, inside the machine. When I received it, and actually touched it with my own two hands…

A sensation like no other vibrated through my bones and inside my chest…

Something I never ever felt before…

But couldn't name.

I looked up towards the girl- wanting to know who she was…

But she was gone! The girl was gone! All that surrounded me was dust…and even when I put my goggles back on to clear it away from sight… I still couldn't find her! I looked down at the ground though, and saw something odd… a small trail of blood? Hmp, how strange… it had appeared where she had been standing too…

But I ignored it. I was desperate!

"NO! WHERE DID SHE GO?" I called out desperately, and was about to try to find her when…

BAM! I'm sent flying into the ground by an unknown force. I skid against the ground like a rock hops against water, and desperately, I cling onto the flower, hoping and wishing to not lose it or break it…

My head slams against the glass and I can feel myself get dizzy from that, but the flower is safe…

What was going on with me? Why wasn't I fighting back? Get up and stop caring about the flower!

B-but… for some unknown reason, I couldn't. I just…couldn't.

I wasn't surprised when I saw Boomer slam down onto my glass dome, punching at it feverishly. No, not at all…but…rather, at what he said…

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU SON OF A BITCH! What…WHAT kind of father are YOU? Trying to kill my daughter are you? Is that what you like to do to kill time now? FUCK YOU , YOU OLD CRUDY BASTARD!" He yells out, and I…I just stare. I force him off by getting up, but he just knocks me down again.

I didn't get back up…

"I HATE you…I hate you so damn much! You…YOU!" He growls out, and I heard Bubbles' scream in the background…I can hear her cry out in agony…

What was wrong? What had I done? W-What did he MEAN I tried to kill his daughter? H-he had a daughter? Since when…

Anxiety crossed my heart for what felt like the first time.

But more importantly…why did I even care? I had never cared before!

"I…I don't care about you either." I somewhat lie. I didn't care- at least…not before I got this rose…something about it…made me care. And that girl…

Boomer looked back, towards the screams and cries, and his face panicked. He then looked at me, sending me a death glare. His hands were against the dome's glass, dark blue eyes narrowed in anger and hate.

"If my daughter doesn't make it out of this… I swear on your bloody damn grave, I will kill you. UNDERSTAND BASTARD?" He shouts, and then punches the glass dome again, this time, cracking it a little bit…

Swiftly, he flies off towards the screams and I can feel the need to leave.

I had to leave…

The dust and dirt had started to settle, and I could make things out without the goggles now…

As I sat up… I looked towards where Boomer zoomed off to, and also looked down at the flower. It was perfect, just as it had been when I had received it…

But something wasn't right. My heart, it panged frantically as I tenderly held it in my hand and looked towards where Boomer and Bubbles were. Buttercup and Butch were there too, with another girl I didn't know, surrounding someone lying on the floor…

'Who is it? What's going on?' I thought panicked. I…I didn't know why, but I needed to know. I stepped closer to the scene to make out who was on the floor…

Who…WHO?

And then I saw it…and my finger tips ran cold…the blood in my veins turning as chilled as ice. My heart seemed to stop.

A girl, not just any girl though, was lying on the ground, her eyes closed rather peacefully, her stomach gushing blood…a puddle of it on the grassy ground, being soaked up by the Earth…

It…it was the girl. The girl who gave me the flower…

And … it was also Boomer's and Bubbles' daughter…

OOOH what the heck happened in this chapter huh? I'm SURE you're all confused! Like…what's up with Angelica, and why did and how did she manifest a flower, and give it to Mojo Jojo of all people? Also, why was she acting so strange in the car, and HOW did she get shot, if she wasn't shot before, when Mojo Jojo had met her? OOOH BOY, SO MANY QUESTIONS I KNOW THE ANSWER TO =D LOL well, if you want answers, guess you'll just have to stick around and find out! Hope you liked it, and please review! ^_^ Sorry for any spelling mistakes… I'll try to update again tomorrow! T-Thank you