Chapter 11- A Secret Evil

Brick's P.O.V.

I ran towards Blossom, who had apparently ran into the dead end mirror...She was running...from something, something probably spooked her, or maybe, there really was something...

I could see her, she was examining her hands, like she couldn't believe she was here, she looked around suspiciously too, but she was sitting on her knees, her hair shielding her face from view.

I adjusted my hat slightly and approached her slowly, as if not to startle a wild animal, or it might attack.

"Bloss...you feeling okay?" I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets, she turned to me, smiling. "Of course I am." She said. I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry about how I acted...I uhhh, saw something..." She hesitated. Twirling a strand of her fiery red hair around her finger.

"You sure?" I asked with concern, "Of course, why would you think their would be anything wrong with me?" She asked, giving me a innocent smile, I furrowed my eyebrows, this wasn't Blossom's typical behaviour, but no the less, I put my arm around her and led her the other way, she put on her tinted sunglasses, strange. She usually wasn't self conscious about her eye color anymore. Man, she must've ran into that mirror hard.

Blossom's evil counterpart P.O.V.

It worked! I am in! This Brick is quiet affectionate, not like mine, he usually just get down to what he wants. I put on her sunglasses to hide the different shade of my eyes. Thankfully it worked well enough that I'm wearing her clothes she had on too, otherwise I'd be in big trouble. Explaining it to Brickhead over here, he's definitely smarter than my Brick, kinder too.

Blech, how can she like this guy? I'll never know.

Hmm oh well, maybe he isn't as smart as I thought, poor sap was falling good enough for our switch out trick...Good, now I can do what I need...

Blossom's P.O.V.

I examined my hands, and stood up. What was I wearing? I pawed forcefully at my clothes, gross.

I was wearing a super short plaid hot pink miniskirt and a button up pink shirt, that revealed my belly button and most of my collarbone, and a black choker. I felt my hair, spiked and darker than usual, it also felt greaser and not as soft, like I hadn't washed it in some time. And my ribbon. It looked shredded up somehow, it cascaded down to my waist in curls. My fingernails were much to long and painted black with pink skulls. I felt my face and found makeup smeared over my hands, Eck, I hardly wore the stuff before, now I found myself layered in hot pink eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick.

My shoes were somewhat normal, black and pink converse. But I dispised everything about this new world, people here wore much to revealing and inappropraite clothing, much to many makeup, and looked gross and dirty, and most of them reeked of drugs and alcohol.

The streets were cracked, uncared for as were the buildings. Factory smoke was billowing up everywhere, and the air wasn't fresh, it was way beyond pollution, and the water here looked filled with acid, chemicals, oil and everything else disgusting and vile. I hastily rose from my position on the gross ground, most of it was layered in...Blood? Oh god no.

I threatened to puke as I tried looking for a way out. I brushed off my skirt that was embarrassingly short. And quickly walked to the nearest place without anyone else there already, this town seemed much, much more populated than Townsville, where the sidewalk was hardly ever considered crowded, even with a dozen people on it, here the sidewalk was absolutely jam packed with people. Pushing shoving, people occasionally falling out into the streets, I don't even want to know how we got so populated...

All I wanted was a way out of this hellhole. I causiously flew upwards into the smoggy air, I exaimined this new area and only found disgust and disapproval feelings. This may be a twisted version of my world, but it had to have some people I knew right, but I could only think of one person, the Mayor. He always, well most likely would know what to do.

With a shiver I flew towards the Mayors house, well City Hall I should say, only it didn't look nearly as grand as it did before. It had faded a disgusting gray color, cracks covered everything, broken windows, graffitied walls, curtains ripped and shredded.

I take a breath of air and step on the stairs that lead inside the hall. Inside is even worse, food covers the walls and floor, most with gross mold. Dirty clothes, well I could hardly call them clothes, simply because they had barely any fabric, lay on the floor.

Ick, what happened? Even broken furniture lay on the floor... I peeked around the walls.

"...Mayor?" I squeaked. A mild groan came from the room to my left, I carefully crossed the room. The Mayor was in there all right, passed out, and massive alcohol stench was int he room, broken liquor bottles lay around, alcohol drenched the carpet. I nearly fainted when I saw the Mayor, a grimy beard had grown from not shaving, his clothes, which looked he'd worn all year, were drenched in alcohol, ripped, torn and messed to the extreme, his monocle was cracked and grimy, much like everything else here. He was drunk.

I barely touched him when he sprang from the his desk, which he was using for a bed as of now. He slashed blindy with some sort of blade, I flew out of his reach, he was slurring obsinetites at me.

"Mayor, it okay! It's me Blossom!" I tried to calm him , he stopped and scratched his head. "Blossom? What are you tallkingnnn a'bout Berserk..." He slurred, teetering from side to side.

"Berserk?" I asked. Confused. "Ya babe...thats yourrr naaamme isn't itttt?" He burped drunkenly.

"Babe? Mayor are you alright? I'm Blossom Untonium." I tried getting through to him. "'Course I ammmm Berserky. Why would you think ottthhherwise...And ifff youurrr'ee reaaallly Blossom, you should run and hideeee, herrrr kinddd isnnn't wellllcommmed heeere." He uttered his last sentence before passing out again. Run and Hide? Why? Everyone in Townsville loves us. Speaking of us, I wonder if Buttercup and Bubbles somehow got sucked into this crazy world. I slowly back out of the room, fearing this horrible place I used to love.

Is this what happened to Townsville after we left? Crime was everywhere after all, and these people where doing absolutely nothing to stop it. Everywhere you looked there was a robbery, screams of the hurt everywhere, and almost every thirty minutes there was a gunshot heard, maybe even sooner than that.

I started thinking of a place where my sisters could be, and I only thought of one place. My house. My old house.