Bubbles cracked open her eyes and yawned. She absentmindedly patted the carpet where she remembers Buttercup being the night before. She felt around for the soft touch of Buttercups skin but, instead of the soft skin of her love or the plush softness of the carpet she felt a sickly wet feeling.

The feeling shocked her out of her half sleep and she looked at her hand. What she saw confused her and scared her. Blood coated her hand but she didn't know from where. She looked at where her other hand was and found her fingers wrapped around a bloody piece of glass.

Bubbles gasped and dropped the incriminating weapon and look toward the blood pool and its source. She screamed at the sight of Buttercup laying a pool of her blood. All over her broken body where large and small gashes pouring blood, Her eyes still had some light left in them but Bubbles could tell that it was quickly fading.

Slowly Bubbles crawled toward her love and held her hand out, when she got closer Buttercup flinched away reflectively and let out a weak yelp of pain and…fear?

"No," Bubbles said, reaching for Buttercup again, but she stopped at another feeble cry and the noticeable tears flowing from the only eye visible on Buttercups face, "I didn't…..I wouldn't….how did this happen."

"Can't you tell," A voice said from behind Bubbles, "You did this to her. You told her that you loved her, that you wanted to be with her forever. Then you attack and KILL her!"

Bubbles screamed and turned around, Blossom stood over her with her fists clenched by her side, pure anger in her eyes. "We thought you loved her, but it was all a lie! You killed her, and for what!?"

"I DIDN'T KILL HER!!" Bubbles shouted and she felt the fire inside her rage, she furrowed her brow took a breath, "I would never hurt her, I… I couldn't."

Blossom's fist clenched so tightly she felt her nails punch into her skin and her warm blood started to drip down her fists. She felt the back of her eyes heat up, the tell tale sign of the famous leaser vision that the three…two sisters had at their super powered arsenal.

Bubbles looked at now still body of Buttercup, the sight sickened her and made her taste bile in the back of her throat, but she knew she couldn't do this. She never even hurt Mojo Jojo half as bad as this, it was in her nature. But now, with a bloody piece of broken glass in her hand, Buttercup dead in a pool of her own blood.

Bubbles felt her anger peek within her, the blood in her veins started to freeze over, her broken heart felt empty. She couldn't believe what she was being accused of, hurting the love of her life. No, she wouldn't stand for it, she couldn't let this go. For all she knew, Blossom killed Buttercup, yeah that was it. Blossom was jealous of what we had. She couldn't find it herself so she had to split it up, SHE KILLED BUTTERCUP!!

Bubbles sprinted at Blossom tackling her through the far wall of the living room and out into the street. Bubbles started to punch Blossom in her oh-so-smart face. She reveled in the feel of her fist cracking against her older sister. It made her feel strong, like she was the leader. More and more she swung her fists, harder and faster, she felt the bone splitting under her assault and the blood coating her hands.

She swung faster and faster until her arms where no more then the blue blur she was known by. When her anger was spent and Bubbles stopped her barrage she was gasping for air through her tears. When she looked down at what she had done she vomited. Blossoms headless body lay in a large pool of blood, brain matter, and bits of skin and skull.

Bubbles looked at her hands and, through her shaking and her sobs, screamed at the top of her lungs.

She stood from the small crater and her eyes scanned the crowed that had formed around her. The look of fear in the peoples eyes told her everything, she was strong and ferocious, she was no longer the sweet little girl that her sisters had looked down on. Buttercup was gone, but something inside her said she deserved it for looking down on her all the time, for always thinking that she needed protecting. Bubbles laughed, her laughed filled with malice and anger.

As her laugher died down Bubbles stepped out of the small crater that was the resting place of Her eldest sister and the crowd as a whole stepped back from her, a few of the bystanders ran some screamed but the majority of the crowd stood, rooted in place, out of fear. One such person caught her eye, it was Mitch Michelson, Blossoms boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend and best friend. He stared at her with pure terror and started to run. That didn't stop Bubbles from plowing him the ground and raising her balled up fist. She struck him hard in the back of the head knocking him out instantly. Her left hand grabbed the top of his head and her right hand grabbed his left shoulder with a swift and fierce jerk and a thick spray of blood she-

Bubbles woke with a scream and her body was soaked in sweat. She looked around the room and down at her hands. They trembled heavily in front of her and she clenched and un clenched her fist telling her self It's just a bad dream, a terrible nightmare, Its wasn't real. None of it was real.

She looked over to Buttercup who was curled beside her and gave her self a weak smile. When Buttercup stirred and opened her eyes Bubbles smiled and Buttercup said "Hey champ, I love you."

Bubbles replied with a short kiss and "I love you too," and slipped back to sleep confident that the nightmares where gone.