AH! Sorry, I'm sorry! Please forgive me? :D I haven't updated in forever! I think it's been at least a week! O.O And I had off last week too! LoL...It's just that, I've been so busy and need time to relax as well :\ Grrr...ANYWAY...I'm writing a short story for a scholarship, so I'm not sure how much time I can spend on my stories here until that over. Sorry! But I need to win these scholarships! Anyway, in this chapter, we'll see how Angelica fairs, more Boomer x Bubbles, and of course what happens to Pyro! So sit back, relax, REVIEW, and enjoy the ride. ;) On with the story!
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Angelica
Chapter 21:The Anathema
P.O.V.: HIM
Setting: Hell...Need I say more? :')
Demons of all kinds slithered and waltzed across the fire brimmed floor, cackling and groaning could be found in every reach of the hellish place. All was wrong down here, which made it right. I could hear evil laughter as a continuous back beat. It soothed me, calmed me down, for I was anxious...about tonight.
Tonight was here. It was 7 o' clock now. However, our definition of night is nothing earlier than 10 o' clock. Frantically, I scanned to my left and right again. Still no sign of Pyro, my soon to be replacement. Uh...if only I could enjoy this reign forever.
I sat on my huge throne made of human skulls and painted red with human blood. To my left was Pyro's throne. It was less gigantic than my own, but still interesting and evil to look at. It was made of human ashes and pure darkness that floated all around it. My own thrown had a demonic red aura to it, as Pyro's was more brooding and ominous. So fitting for a young demon lad like him.
"Sir? Your current human has arrived! Would you like her to be the main dish for tonight, or would you prefer her to be the side dish or part of the finger foods?" My servant, Kilgore, asked of me, his voice containing a thick Spanish accent. Kilgore was the size of a midgetand had deep wrinkled skin that sagged eerily. You could barely see his beady little eyes, but they were there...black as coals. His ears were gigantic too, and they pointed like bat's ears.
I looked at him dully and debated the matter in my head. Hmmm, let me think...
"It depends. Is it a girl or a boy, and what hair color?" I query, sounding bored. Kilgore snorts and smirks, showing off his sharp teeth proudly.
"Girl, sir. And may I say she is in prime condition...no more than 15, sir! A dirty blonde, if I may add." Kilgore snickers and I smile deviously at that while gazing out at the crowd of demons gathered before me. They were just fraternizing now, but soon, the ceremony would begin...
Just a short amount of hours...and Pyro had better be here by then.
"Dirty blonde, eh? I know what I'll do. I want her freshly prepared, so keep her around until 10 o' clock on the dot. Roast her to the brim, and make her the main dish. We shall eat well tonight! Mwhahahaha!" I laughed evilly, delighted by the thought. For some reason, blondes taste sweeter than any other hair color...and I have to admit, secretly, I enjoy my food sweet. Though I tell everyone I love spicy redheads, it's quite the opposite... But I eat all flavors none the less. I'm not biased. Food is food.
"Right sir!" Kilgore nods, a sinister chuckle to his voice, "Right away, sir!"
I looked away once he left and looked towards the crowd of demons that were piled before me. I was propelled above them, in my demonic castle, where screams of horror were common and considered music to the ears. Below the castle was the cellar, where I tortured humans to pleasure. However, those were the living humans that I captured for fun sometimes...
The dead humans we all tortured were no where near my castle, but beyond those fiery grounds. There was a dungeon as long as a hundred football fields...probably more. It was infinite, actually. The dungeon kept all the human souls that were evil. I had over a million fearsome guards on the job at all times to make sure they didn't escape to reincarnate and get the chance to go to a better place, like Earth. Even worse than that, would be if they lead a better life when they reincarnated, and went to heaven after they died! That would be the ultimate failure...so I keep them all sedated quite well. They're not escaping any time soon...
I can't help but think about Pyro. He was my successor, after all. Soon, anyway. So he'd better be in evil shape! Or else I'll have to wait another 2,000 years before I can retire...
Blah, I rather eat my own claws
! But oh, I'm sure I have nothing to fret... Unless Pyro was fooling me this whole time. Making me believe he can handle it, when he really can't. He is the Prince of lies...
Hmmm...so perhaps, just to be safe, I should keep a close eye on him...as to watch for any traitorous lusting...
P.O.V.: Bubbles
I popped in a movie and then popped some popcorn as Angelica changed into her pajamas as she said she would.
I know it sounds overly protective, but I was worried about her. Boomer had told me how strange she had looked when she came in. He said that she looked like she was in a complete daze, like there was hardly any life to her eyes. She hadn't looked into his eyes once, but headed straight to her room. She told Boomer to not come in, that she was going to sleep. Boomer had never seen her act so strange.
I hoped everything was okay. Maybe there was something on her mind, maybe her angelic duties were tiring her human body out? I hoped she would tell me after we watch a good movie together. Perhaps she'd loosen up a tad bit.
The microwave beeped as soon as the movie started to play, so I paused it and got up to put the popcorn in a bowl. It was steaming hot, but it didn't bother me at all. Thank you super powers! It smelled delicious though...
"Mother, that smells fantastic." Angelica's sweet, summer breeze voice filled the air, slightly startling me. My eyes widened as I looked towards her. She had on a very adorable pair of light blue shorts. The shorts were deep, dark blue and had little sequins here and there. The top was a pretty grey shirt that had a huge deep blue heart on it made of just sequins. It really made her neon aqua eyes pop and stand out, making her even more stunning. If that was at all possible.
"Doesn't it?" I giggle eagerly, talking about the popcorn. She nods gently and walks over to me, taking the bag the popcorn came in out from my hands and throwing it out. All the popcorn was safely transported into a big bowl, so it was okay to do that.
"Yes, popcorn smells like the past, to me. It reminds me of the 1940s and 50s. Those black and white films...glamourous women, and men in suits." She giggles gently, making my eyebrows raise. She licks her fingers because the bag must've been greasy, but then she washed them. She knows what a neat freak I am, and is one herself. Less of a freak though, more of just...neat.
"That's really interesting to think about." I smile, glad to see she's back to her usual ways. She beams right back at me, her eyes meeting mine. I still can't get over the feeling that something was upsetting her though...
"Where's Father?" Angelica queries considerately, but something tells me she already knows. I laugh at that, and walk towards the living room and sit down on our comfy grey couch.
"He just went over to Uncle Brick's for a while sweetheart. Uncle Brick invited him over for a couple of shots...and you know those two! They can 'shot it up' so much their head'll spin..." I laughed giddily. I love it whenever Boomer drinks..not because I approve of it. No way! It's bad for you.
But...
I love it when he drinks because he gets all cute, dopey, and easily turned on. He's a lot of...fun when drunk. He tells me I am too, so...I guess we're even. I couldn't wait for him to come home tonight... I blushed just thinking about it.
Erm...b-but this was family time. Time to bond with my Angelica.
"Oh!" Angelica giggles with me, following me into the living room, "Did you know I ran into Aunt Blossom before? At the park? She invited me to stay over her house tonight, but I declined..." She trails off, sitting next to me now. Her eyes are glued to the screen, which is still paused from before.
I study her and think how much I love her. She reminded me so much of myself when I was her age...and yet, so much different too.
She was smarter, more mysterious, and more beautiful than I...and of course angelic. An Angel...my daughter was an angel. How huge is that? I couldn't be more grateful! Trust me!
"Did she? Hm.." I blink and smile insecurely at her. I wanted to ask her about before but...I didn't want to stir up any bad thoughts and ruin the rest of the evening.
"What movie are we watching Mother?" She asks as I hand her the bowl of popcorn. I grab the remote control and press play, smiling joyfully.
Her eyes light up at the movie I have on.
"Oh my! Pollyanna? I adore this movie! Such a sweet movie, isn't it? Pollyanna is so cute, she brings happiness to everyone in her town!" Angelica smiles big, showing off her pearly whites, but then it fades, as if remembering something awful, "...Happiness..."She mutters hollowly.
My forehead crinkles in confusion at that. I can't help it. I have to...
I pause the movie.
"Angelica. Please...you must tell me what's wrong. Won't you?" I plead desperately, finally getting the courage to speak up. This was bothering me intensely. I never see Angelica like this. It was frightening to see...it made my heart skip a beat with worry. If I could, I would keep her happy forever.
She didn't respond, she just blankly stared at the Television screen, as if I hadn't even asked the question. As if the movie wasn't on pause at all. As if it was still playing, and she was watching it.
All was silent, and all you heard in the house was the sound of the blue clock hanging on the wall of the kitchen. Nothing more, nothing less.
"...Angelica, answer me!" I demand of her, not liking I even had to. She never did this...she never acted this way at all. Why was she acting so strange all of a sudden? The nightmares, the silence, the sleep walk like state she was in before...
All she does is blink and look towards me from the corner of her eyes. I can't describe the wave of intensity that washed over me when she did. It was like a wave that crashed down upon me and made me choke...
I could barely breath or move at her gaze, I was like a deer in headlights. You'd think that a look from the side view wouldn't be so powerful, but it was. It was beyond words. I...I kind of...felt like crying...
I could almost feel her essence as she scanned me, reading my soul so openly, so candidly...I could only describe it as...as a ghost walking through me, exploring my true heart and soul. I wondered what she was trying to find... and wondered why she was studying me so intensely. Was this one of her powers? Her angelic powers? I've only seen her do it lightly, reading me ever so subtly...
But this was like a punch in the face. I felt exhausted just staring at her, yet exhilarated.
Did she...approve of what she saw? What was it she was so deeply searching for? And why had she never done this deep of soul searching on me before, up until now?
Finally...she stops. I feel like I can finally breath, and I take deep breaths while holding my heart to steady myself. My chest feels...different than it did before. My head feels different than before as well. It's hard to explain...but I feel light as a feather. Like, there's nothing there at all...just air.
"...I'm sorry." She banally admits, and surprises me by looking away and standing up, "...But I'm afraid I can't tell you right now." Her voice seems to demand authority, as if that was that. It was final, and there was nothing else to it.
My eyebrows raised at that, and towards her. I quickly reached out to her and grabbed her hand into mine. She looked at me, her eyes less intense, thank god, but still firm.
"...What..." I breathlessly begin, barely able to breath, "...Did you do to me?" I finally query and she just looks away.
"I needed to do something for you. It turns out you were coming down with a cold...I took it out of you. I also wanted to see something else..." She explains, making my eyes widen. I was coming down with a cold and she...'took it out' of me? W-Whoa... I'm not so sure I've ever heard of such a thing!
"What else were you...looking for?" I breathed, finally catching my breath. I couldn't believe it, but the emptiness was going away, and I felt a whole lot better than before it even happened. That was so powerful... how wondrous...
To think I ever thought her bad at one point! Thanks to those crazy, good for nothing demons...
"Mother, I just wanted to see if you could handle what's going on with me was all. However, it's for your benefit that I stay silent. I'm thirsty. I'm going to get some water...could you please turn on the air conditioner? It's a bit hot in here..." She requests and I frown at this.
I wouldn't push her anymore today. Maybe she'd tell me on her own time when she thought I was 'ready'. I was a little hurt by it, but too grateful for her deed towards me to show it. I just wanted to hug her...make all her worries go away.
But...there was one thing off about what she just said...
Too hot? Surely that wasn't right. I mean, yes, it's summer but...
The air conditioner's on already... It's been on for the past two hours...
"...Is it just me or is the room..." she suddenly mumbles out, her hand sliding from mine, "..Spinning..." Before I understood what was happening, her hand was out of mine, and her dainty looking and beautiful body had hit the floor. It was so strange of a sight to see. I had never seen it occur before.
Watching Angelica fall was like watching...watching the tearing down of a beloved home, or institution. Devastating.
Her body hit the floor with a 'clunk' sound, and her hair, that beautiful pale baby blonde hair that shined radiantly in the light, was sprawled all along the floor. She laid on her side, her hands in fists, her knees pulled into her body. It almost looked like she was in fetal position.
Instantly, I sprung up and went down onto my knees. My heart was caught in my chest as I picked her up into my arms. T-This wasn't good...this wasn't good at all!
Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was in an immense amount of pain. There was a furrow to her eyebrows and a frown on her beautiful hot pink and magenta lips. Her breathing was hoarse and abrupt, and didn't seem to be too even.
W-What was going on?
"Angelica? Angelica!" I screeched, anxiety taking hold of my heart. I shook her gently to see if she'd snap out of it. She didn't.
I was afraid to over react, because I knew she had profound healing abilities...
But this was different from last time! This wasn't an attack done by someone else. Mojo Jojo had attacked her last, and she had recovered from that rather easily.
I checked to see if she was bleeding anywhere, but she wasn't. So...what was causing this? What in the world could it be?
"Angelica, Angelica tell me what's wrong!" I yelp out, helplessly. I pick her up into my arms, cradling her with so much love and care. Her silky smooth baby blonde hair falls like a pin straight waterfall down the side of my arm as she rests her head against it.
I don't like seeing her like this! I want it to stop! She looks like she's having trouble breathing! Oh good God, what do I do?
"...Can't...feel my legs..." She suddenly mutters out, painfully. I've never heard her sound so pained in all my life, and it frightened me to death. Now I felt hot, because I was so anxious!
"C-Can't feel your legs? Is that why you fell?" I quickly ask, my eyes staring at her urgently. All she does is nod slightly, still trying to catch her breath. I knew that wasn't why she was in pain...but I doubt she could tell me more at the time.
"Okay...Okay Angelica. Stay right here. Mommy's going to make this better, you hear? Stay here...I'm going to go change, then bring you over to Aunt Blossom and Uncle Brick's house..okay? Stay here and um...watch Pollyanna...okay?" I sputter out, laying her gently onto the couch, and pressing the play button. She doesn't open her eyes to watch it, and I don't even know if she can even focus on hearing it right now.
She's gritting her teeth and her hands are in fists by her sides...
"Wait one second!" I squeak, and then dart off, a flash of light blue behind me as I zoom to my bedroom. I don't even care that I break my doorknob when I open my door, that's how worried and tense I am right now. My hands could crush steal.
I quickly grabbed a plain white blue t-shirt and jean shorts and matching blue flip flops. I didn't care, I needed to go. I needed to take her to where her father was. Maybe Blossom could help, since she's super smart. Actually, maybe even Brick could. He was super smart too, and I think he was into the medical career too... or perhaps that was a while ago ? Oh well, he was into it sometime! And whatever education he has on it might be enough to help us.
Quickly, I put up my hair into two sloppy pigtails yet again, and darted back into the living room. Relief washed over me when I saw at the very least, her eyes were open...
But she didn't look much better. In fact, I kind of wished they had stayed closed now, because it pained me ten times over to see her this way... her eyes were filled with unforgettable pain and sadness. It was unbearable to look at. It made me so upset and devastated to see her like this. The look in her eyes... was the type of pain that reminded you of sad and abused puppy dogs and little kittens. It made me want to cry for her.
"B-Baby?" I whimper out, stopping the movie and kneeling down to her level, to be eye to eye with her. Which wasn't such a smart idea...because I couldn't help but start to cry. I'm such the one for tears...
"Sweetheart!" I sniffle, gently running my fingers through her beyond soft hair, "Please, don't worry. Everything's going to be okay. I'm going to take you to Aunt Blossom's to meet up with Daddy, okay? Come on...I've got you..." I whimper out, my voice a breaking whisper. Gently, she nods, biting her lip, staring into my eyes which were oceans of sadness right now.
I pick her up with care, and floating towards my purse on the table, then leaving the house entirely. I lock the door behind me while still holding her, and then take off into the night time sky.
It had to be at least 8 o' clock right now. Things were just starting to get dark. The sunset was just finishing up, and the stars were revealing themselves altruistically, shining brightly without ceasing. The moon was full tonight, and it shined without shame as I flew high above the houses. The wind my flight created cooled me down, and blew both our hair around like mad. Sometimes, Angelica's hair would blow into my eyes, or my mouth, but I just moved it away. I was more concerned for her right now. The wind blew all my tears away.
I made light chit chat and reassurances to her through out the flight, but most of it was flown in silence. She was still trying to catch her breath, still in pain, and still not moving on her own when I landed in front of the house.
Blossom's house. The two huge dresses in the front of her house were so out of season right now, because they were Christmas trees. One blocked her front window almost altogether, but some warm light filtered through and past it. I could already hear the laughter sounding from inside...and I knew this would interrupt it all.
I walked up the stairs to Blossom's picturesque house and rang the doorbell. It was then I realized my hand was shaking. My breathing was also a bit out of place too. My heart beat was frantic, and my eyes were red and tight from all the tears. Now, they had been blown away, but I'm afraid they'll just resurface...
The door opens a minute or two later to reveal a pissed off Justine. A scowl was planted on her pretty face, her magenta eyes ridiculing me as if I had taken her out of something important. I wondered why Blossom or Brick hadn't answered it, but I didn't have time for that.
When Justine laid eyes on Angelica though, her whole demeanor changed. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a big gaping hole, her jaw dropping instantly.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed in her slightly snobbish voice, "What happened?" She squealed as I gulped, and stepped in, my eyes darting towards where the dining room is. I was frantic, I didn't even bother to answer her as I walked into the dining room. Everything kind of just stopped at that moment in time.
Boomer and Brick were sitting at the table laughing their ass's off, downing a shot or two, when Brick's eyes caught mine. His crimson red eyes widened and he looked towards Boomer and motioned towards me with his chin urgently. Boomer, with a drunken smirk, looked towards us, his eyes a bit glazed over.
However...as soon as he saw us, his whole face seemed to snap back together. Like he was sober again...and worried out of his mind. Brick and him dropped their shot glasses and jumped up immediately, and speedily rushed over to my side as I started to cry all over again. Angelica's eyes were shut again, as if it was too much of a strain to keep them open. Her arms hug limply from her body... and her breathing was still faint and uneven.
"What the hell happened?" Boomer shouts, his deep blue eyes glued to his beloved daughter.I shake my head no and look down at her, feeling like my heart was being ripped out.
"I...I wish I knew. She was acting so strange all day long...it started with you when she came home, and ended with this... she suddenly fell onto the ground and couldn't get up!" I exclaim, so afraid it wasn't even funny.
Shouldn't she have healed herself by now...?
"...You've got to be kidding me!" Boomer worries, "Angelica? Angelica! Come one sweetheart, answer me!" Boomer desperately calls out to her, but she doesn't respond...she just winces and keeps on breathing deeply.
"...Odd." Is all Brick says, his voice stony hard. I look at him to see he's staring directly at Angelica.
"Brick." I begin urgently, "You studied medicine in College, no? Can you help us?" I urgently request, but he frowns regretfully at me.
"I wish I could Bubbles. I really do. But...I only took it for one year, then changed my major. It wasn't my thing. Plus, she's not showing any signs I would recognize..." He admits sheepishly and I gulp, anticipation building up inside of me.
"Come on, we have to get her to the doctor-" Boomer begins urgently, and takes her out from under me when Angelica suddenly protests this...
"No!" She suddenly breathes out, surprising us all, "...N-No Doctor..." She seems to whisper faintly, as if falling asleep...
We all make confused faces at this, relieved she talked, but not getting her request...
"No doctor, Angelica?" Boomer questions, dumbfounded, "But why? Look at you! Sweetheart, you need to be diagnosed..."
"...No." She repeats again, this time more firm and even breathed. She even dares to open her eyes a bit, to make eye contact with her Father.
"...he can't treat what I have. No one can."she surprises us all, making my eyes widen at such an awful statement.
W-Why would she say such a thing? That...that was awful! How could she suddenly sound so negative? No hope?
"Angelica STOP IT!" I yell at the top of my lungs, making everyone there jump, even Brick. Blossom came storming out of nowhere. I think she was in her study, probably writing an article for work or something. Her eyes widened when she saw us, particularly Angelica.
Angelica even looked at me. Her eyes were open, by dully, as if she was being interrupted from a deep sleep.I hated the way they looked...so helpless, so full of pain, so sad...
Yet now, they looked a bit wise, as if she was the adult, and I was the child. Like I was throwing a mindless tantrum.
"...JUST...STOP IT!" I cry desperately, hands in fists by my sides, as I stomp the ground. Now, both Justine and Jeff are watching too, and all are worried and panicked.
"...You...You have to stop acting this way! You mustn't be negative, how can you be? You're Angelica for crying out loud! What is going on? You have to tell me, Angelica! I'm your Mother! I love you, I care for you, and already, I'm worried sick about you! P-Please..." I practically beg now, tears greeting my eyes yet again as I reach out to grab her limp hand and hold it against my face for support, "...You have to." I shiver out.
She just blinks, and slowly smiles...ever so gently...and sadly at me. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, winces, grinds her teeth together, and then slowly reopens her eyes to look at me again.
"..Mother..you can't possibly know what's going on...with me..I...I'm not completely sure myself...but...I feel like my body's on fire...like...my insides are...are burning... there's a fire in my whole being. I...ow!...I...I can't explain it other than that...and that there's nothing to be done for it. Human doctors couldn't make it...stop...that's a fact Mother. Just a fact, not a negative, hopeless remark." She smiles sadly yet again, and gives a light squeeze to my hand. To my surprise...her hand is on fire. It feels like it's a hundred degrees! I flinch a bit because I'm suffering emotional, but not because it hurt me.
"...Angelica...you're burning up in my arms..." Boomer gulps, staring down at her, his eyes wide and anxious, "..And what the hell is that supposed to mean? Of course 'human doctors' can cure you! I mean...W-Why not, right?...Right? You probably are just running under a temperature..." Boomer tries to persuade her but Angelica just frowns, closing her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed, as if annoyed.
"..No Father...no." She barely breaths out.
Blossom slowly takes more steps towards us and lays a hand on Angelica, her eyebrows raising at how hot she is. Yet her hand stays where it is.
"...Angelica...sweetheart, what's going on?" Blossom asks in the most gentle voice as possible. I could tell she wanted answers though. There was that demanding quality to her voice there I recognized from childhood. And I scowled at it. I hated it. I hated everything right now..
"Blossom!" I angrily shout towards her, "Mind your own business! This is between Angelica, Boomer, and I!" I close her out of it, making her take her hand away from Angelica.
She folds her arms, looking shocked, pissed off, and offended.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Priss, but need I remind you who's house you're in?" Blossom retorts, making me shiver. I... I didn't mean to snap. I kind of just was.
Maybe it was the fear that Angelica might answer her, and not me...maybe it was that.
I wanted to be the one Angelica confided in. She was my daughter, not Blossom's.
"Fine! Then we'll just be leaving!" I shout, looking towards Boomer for support. He frowned disapprovingly, but was more concerned about Angelica to argue.
"...See you guys later." He mumbled timidly, and rushed out the door, as did I.
I admit...I did feel bad. But...I was just too irritable right now..
"Was that called for?" Boomer pondered aloud on our flight back home, "I mean...you just snapped randomly and-"
"...Demons." Angelica suddenly blurted out, her voice a faint whisper, "..Demons...did this to me..." She was slurring her words, but thanks to super hearing, Boomer and I both heard it.
We stopped dead in our tracks at that.
"WHAT?" Boomer yelled out loud, his face baffled and furious at the same time. Angelica winced, as if loud sounds hurt her or something and took a shaky breath in. Her eyes were still closed and Boomer was holding her like he would a baby.
"...At the Trench...injected a poison into me...can't be cured...easily.." She practically mumbled, causing us both to stop mid air... wait, what? Demons had done this to her? Just as demons had possessed me and tried to make me kill Angelica?
Oh...no...
"Fuck...Fuuuuck!" Boomer cursed, and it echoed through out the town, probably all throughout the world actually...
I gulped, and I could see the hate in his eyes. How much it killed him to see his daughter like this...
"Angelica. You tell me right now where this Trench is. You tell me NOW dammit! And tell me which of those bloody fucking pigs did this to you...!" He demands of her, looking down at the ground, probably scanning it for any signs of a 'Trench.'
"..Pigs? Oh my..." Angelica mumbles a bit deliriously, " He's not a pig...he's anything but...I love him so much... I'm in love with him...No pig there..." She dreamily says, and I made a confused and worried face.
Boomer's eyes widened at this as he looked down at her.
"What? You...love who?" He growls out and she actually laughs...but I could see she was still in pain..her who body was shaking...and not from cold.
"...Pyro...my Pyro." She whispers out, closing her eyes, biting her lip, "But you can't hurt him...I'd never hurt him...It's okay. Leave it be..."
"WHAT? LEAVE IT BE? FUCK THAT! I'll...I'll NEVER leave ANYTHING BE WHEN YOU'RE IN PAIN! And...how dare you fall in love with a...a demon? Or are you just delirious?"
"Tee hee...No...Noooo~ Ow...n-no..." She giddily giggles about nothing, but still looks to be in pain. She also looks like she's falling to sleep...
"Oh my fucking god...screw this, I'm killing that bastard." Boomer growled out, and I never saw his eyes look so scarily determined before. Handing the seemingly delirious Angelica over to me, my face panics yet again.
"W-Wait!" I urge him, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt, "Boomer, wait... lets talk this over..." I gulp, the pain and weariness in my voice evident. Angelica, surprisingly, was actually fast asleep in my arms now...
The night air around us is slightly chilly, with a hint of summer to it. It seems to almost sting me with it's sweetness, because this moment in time was anything but sweet.
Boomer looks back at me, his eyes dead serious, the dark ocean blue I loved so much, dull and vengeful.
"What?" He sounds pissed off, "What's there to talk about Bubbles? Just...what?" He growls out, and I gulp, the wind gently blowing at my messy pigtails, my eyes staring into his desperately.
"Do you remember? Do you...remember what Angelica said? That it wouldn't be a smart idea, even for us to mess with demons?" I quiver, shaking like a leaf. I didn't...I couldn't have him hurt too. I needed him here, to help me out with this...
Whatever Angelica was going through, although it sounded vague and befuddling right now, I needed to know what it was...with him here.
"I remember...yeah. But I also remember the night she was asking us about love. Do you? Now it all makes sense...she fell in love with the bastard, and he decided to trick her! Fucking fuckass motherfucker!" Boomer coursed vividly, making me wince. He was looking off into the distance tensely... and I knew his mind couldn't be changed.
"..Boomer..please. Let's just stop and think for a moment here. We were enemies too you know..and yet we fell in love. Lets not jump the gun on this one. I doubt she'd like it much if you ki- killed the one she loves...if you can even find him...Please Boomer, stay with me! I'm so lost and confused right now! I don't know what to do! I want to help our daughter, but I'm not sure I know how! I doubt killing this guy'll help! Perhaps we should just wait for her to wake up and tell us more...Yeah, that's it! Please? Stay with me?" I begged, my eyes so pleading it wasn't even funny.
He just sighed, closed his eyes, and looked back at me. His eyes were softer on me than they were before hand..
"...Bubbles." He suddenly smirks affectionately, reaching his hand towards my face, "...I love you, you know that, right?" He suddenly says and I just blink in confusion. For some reason, at that moment, one single tear raced down my cheek...
I gulped and nodded slowly.
"...I love...you too." I exchange back to him, and he just smiles warmly at me, his golden blonde bangs waving in the wind, just reaching his eyes.
"...I know." He barely whispers out, a shine to his magnetic ocean blue eyes...
And then he leans in to kiss me. The kiss was short, but desperately needed. It was filled with love and reassurance. I felt like my heart patched up just a bit from that kiss...
"...See you later." He smiles at me, then looks down at Angelica. He frowns at her because of how worried he must be, but he gently kisses her burning forehead...and then races off into the summer filled night sky... only a deep, dark streak of blue left behind him...
PHEW! Okay! Ha ha, well, I hope that was enough for all of you! I know it was certainly enough for me thank you very much he he... I hope you enjoyed! I know, I know, things seem...not good right now. And lol, that's cause they aren't. That stupid potion is making Angelica this way! She's delirious, in pain, breathless, burning up, and can't even stand! Not good...and this is only day one for the potion to kick in! Plus, Boomer's gone off to find the Trench! Uh oh...and he wants to kill Pyro! Errr...when he's actually quite innocent... Next chapter, we'll see what happens to Pyro, Boomer, Bubbles, and Angelica. Also, maybe even more on this 'festival' HIM is throwing...? Sorry for any spelling mistakes, and please, REVIEW! Thank you! =)