Brick sat on the bed, reviewing life.
Blossom had gone cold. Desperate to see Butch's soul leave his body. Seeing her like this killed him on the inside but he knew there was nothing he could do. His mother filed for divorce which has had the tabloids go crazy, along with some of their business partners. Bubbles' stomach was growing and withholding the information of a girl or boy. And now he was sitting on his hotel bed with Buttercup's wedding a few hours away. Too much chaos was going on for them to have a successful drama free wedding. Since it wasn't called off, he knew it wasn't real. Nothing was real anymore. Everything was just a reaction to an action and it will continue...
Blossom came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her glistening body. Her wet hair clung to her in loose waves, Brick couldn't help but notice. "I can't believe we have to go to this." Blossom was upset that she still had to listen to something in power when she wanted to finish her hunt for Butch.
"Think of it this way. We're one step closer to being in charge of things"
"Think of it THIS way. I'm wasting a day of hunting, making me an unhappy fiance" She went into the walk-in closet to get dressed while Brick ran his hand through his hair.
"Oh you're using the label of fiancé now. This is a moment" Brick thought he mumbled under his breathe but Blossom heard him loud and clear. She popped her head from the door way to look at Brick still sitting on the bed.
"What's the supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, just change your attitude for this event. Please." He dared to look at her as she was scowling at him. He was done with it all. "I'll be downstairs, waiting. Come when you've left the attitude. Or not" With that Brick left without another word. Blossom was quick to throw a pillow at the room door that Brick was quick to walkout of. She sat on the edge of the bed in despair. She wasn't even mad at Brick, she was sad that she was doing this to him. Dragging him down in her lost confusion. She was angry. She was grieving. She was lost. Blossom didn't know her own thoughts from her assassin thoughts. She lost too many people at once. She lost sight of herself and what she was doing. She got so deep in this lifestyle, that her goal became something on the other side of the field. Butch was gone. Butch is her best friend, was her best friend. Brent is dead and he was most definitely her best friend. Butch killed Brent. Her brother whom Blossom loves more than anything did the one thing he KNEW would hurt her, kill her best friend. Therefore, Butch must die. Right? That was Blossom's logic, that's what made sense but something told Blossom otherwise. Something was pulling her into this funk. She let her head fall into her hands, lost in her thoughts. So deep that she didn't hear someone enter the room and throw a dagger at her head. The person moved with determination and swift movements. Knowing what to do and how to do it. But Blossom was quicker and caught the knife not too far from her face. She instantly threw the dagger down then got up in fighting stance. The mystery person was quick to pounce but Blossom was one step ahead. She was the first to get punches in, releasing the anger she held in for so long. The person caught Blossom's wrist and pushed her off. Blossom regained balance before she person got up, she caught a glimpse of their face. It was Sedurita.
"Aren't you bold?"
"Who else did you expect?" Sedurita gave Blossom a flashing smile before taking a sit on the near-by desk.
"You try to kill me then sit in my room. Are you psychotic?"
"No. I'm a maniac. It's been proven. So, you have been causing a bit of up roar for me lately. Looking for Butch, and causing a whole world wind of bullshit for me and my plan."
"You know where Butch is?"
"Yes and it's none of your business. I came here to do one thing, shut you up." Sedurita was quick to pull out a gun and pull the trigger. Only for Blossom was swiftly dodge it and kick Sedurita right in the head.
"You have made my life hell and I don't even know how!" She continued to punch and throw her around.
"See Brent figured it out. That's why he's dead, I couldn't have him knowing too much. "That's when Blossom pieced it together. That's when Blossom saw nothing but red.
Buttercup looked at herself in the mirror, gnawing at how gorgeous she looked. A true sight to see, too bad she didn't truly think so. It was one of those curve hugging dresses that Buttercup naturally was disgusted with. This was supposed to be her day but she knew something was off. Buttercup knew that today wasn't her day, it was just another day where she was told she was supposed to be happy. Therefore she was. Little did they know, Buttercup was not about to fall into confidment. She was about to go out with a bang, a bang to go out in Mob History.
"Mrs. Green would you like us to help you get ready?" Her maids were at her beckoning whenever she needed them. A Beautiful curse, something one could love and hate.
"For the third times ladies, I would not like any help getting dressed. I did my make-up, hair and put on my dress alone. That's how I want to spend this fabulous day. Alone. Thank you." The maids left the room in deeper despair then they came Lady Buttercup was never nice but even this was a new low.
Buttercup made sure the room was empty before putting the final touches on her outfit, before it was time to put on a show no one would ever forget.
Blossom washed off the last of the blood on her hands, before fixing her appearance in the mirror. She added more gloss onto her lips before stepping over a body and out the door. Blossom wiped the last tear that fell from her eye as she saw Brick sitting there. "Everything okay?"
"My attitude's gone if that's what you mean"
"Something's off about you" Brick got up and drew Blossom into his embrace.
"Let's just say, a change of attitude changes everything. And I mean everything." Blossom pulled from his embrace and pulled him along to somewhere deep and dark.
"From hostile to frisky?"
"From hostile to panicky" They found themselves in the utility closet somewhere deep and dark. "Sedurita just told me EVERYTHIHNG!"
"Why are we in a closet?"
"Because I predicted the closet wouldn't be wired like everything else is! She's been watching us this whole time. She was always one step ahead because she always saw our steps. She admitted it all to me. Butch didn't kill Brent. She did. She was the one who ordered for my mother to be killed. Sedurita was the one who ordered for Butch's daughter to be killed. She's the reason why our lives are hell. She caused the burning of the crops. She is behind everything. Sedurita ruined my life." Everything Blossom said came out in a quick rush, and Brick was struggling to hold on. Blossom clasped in his arms. Releasing everything that she held in as she held the gun to Sedurita's chest.