Chapter 55: Dark Truths
Blossom is standing in the middle of a road, littered with debris, dust and rubble and the smell of burning flesh and gasoline filled the air. The war-torn buildings are in various stage of destruction, and several of the buildings are ablaze in roiling flames. The burnt-out wrecks of vehicles of all kinds from bicycles to main battle tanks can be seen sporadically on the streets, while several craters on the streets are filled with water. The most unusual aspect of the city however is the lack of any human being, for there is not a single soul spotted in this city.
Wait a second-
Blossom is clearly confused by the change of scenery, as moments before she was inside a building watching Him made a Faustian deal with Renee. As her rose-colored eyes darted around to process her surrounding, she realized a very bizarre and utterly terrifying throught; she had seen this sight before. A bullet landed right in front of her feet, confirming her worst possible fears.
It's starting again!
She remembered where the wrecked vehicle is located and immediately dash towards it. The ground around Blossom is peppered by bullets and Blossom wished that she can shoot her eye beams back at the sniper. She skidded on the ground to reach for cover and she is uncomfortable by the idea that the dream is replaying itself once more.
Another chorus of gunfire echoes in the streets and Blossom is willing to bet that the next event that she will experience shortly will be-
Thud!
A young person wearing a checkered black and white scarf wrapped around the person's head and neck, with a goggles covering the eyes is now speaking to her in Arabic.
"No time to explain! Run!" Blossom cried out loud, surprising the young fighter. Blossom pull the young boy's arm and within seconds the two individuals are now running for their lives as more gunfire rain down upon them. The sound of an explosion ringa through Blossom'sear and the shockwave of the explosion hurl both of them into a building. Blossom grazes her arms and legs on the ground and the sound of rising whistling in the air precedes the thunderous sound of explosions erupting around them. Blossom shields the young boy's body with her own, with her back facing the ceiling and the young boy underneaty her, as a coat of dust raining down on her, and her surroundings trembling with every explosion.
"JUST STAY DOWN!" The copper-haired girl yelled out before Blossom hugs him more tightly and Blossom can feel the young boy's face in her chest. The cacophony of explosions and building collapsing stops and the silence of the empty city is once more permeating throughout the area. As Blossom rise up, she is utterly covered in dust and sand, and she pats them off her body. As Blossom looked down, she noticed that her chest is filled with a red stain.
"Blood?" Blossom voiced her confusion and she looked back upon Butch to see that the boy had lost all his skin and the charred and exposed musculature of the boy is now visible, with two empty eye sockets gazing at her. Blossom jumped back in fear as a pair of empty eyes gaze upon Blossom with indifference. Suddenly Blossom felt an arm upon her shoulder and she turned around to see a man with a half-squashed head looking at her with his brains dripping on her shoulders. Another arm is now grabbing Blossom's hand and she saw a woman with her entrails dropping all over Blossom's legs.
Blossom can only scream as loud as she can.
Blossom jumped out from the bed, drenched in sweat. The amaranth-eyed young woman touched herself as she remembered the image of a world engulfed in flames as it slowly cracked in a hellish green light. As she looked around she knew that the image the saw was just a dream.
Here she is.
Back in one piece.
Back in reality.
But then another thought came into her mind as Blossom did not give herself even a moment of relief from escaping the dream. Blossom is soon greeted by a surreal and familiar sight of the rebel encampment, where the children are running around and playing while the other inhabitants are engaged in various task, from sewing to repairing their weapons. If this dream is a video on a movie player, Blossom would already had fast-forwarded to the scene she wanted to watch. Alas,she had no control over this dream. The dire situation around them continued on as bandaged men and women are lying around her while screaming of the injured getting treatment rings in Blossom's ear.
No, this is not reality. This is a dream.
Blossom reminded herself that she is now trapped in Butch's dream, and the reality that she known as her home is not within her reach. It is disturbing for her to dream of another layer of dream, but apparently even her dream self also need to sleep. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand and flick the liquid away from her arm, only to realize that she barely missed a person sitting right next to her bed.
"Oh sorry I-" Blossom wanted to apologized, but she caught sight of the figure sitting next to her causing her to pause mid-sentence.
"Hello, you look well." The young, youthful brunette woman with a fair complexion, braided waist-length hair and sky-blue eyes is now sitting beside Blossom as she came to be.
"Renèe!"
"At ease Blossom. At ease."
Blossom however is not at ease, for she noticed the woman's dark expression and ice-like gaze. Blossom's nose picked up the revolting odor of unnatural sweetness that emanates from the braided brunette and Blossom's eyes widen as she caught the smell. Blossom knows it in her heart that she is in a whole lot of trouble.
"You're the source." Blossom turned her attention towards the Frenchwoman, and the Frenchwoman's smile became a wide rictus and the eyes of the woman turned a malevolent emerald green.
"Always has been and always," The nasal voice of the woman slowly breaks into a cacophonous voice of two different voices muttering the same words, one high-pitched and feminine while the other a low-pitched and masculine, "will be."
"Him." Blossom's voice is filled with unease and disgust.
"Hello Blossom, it has been a while since we met in the dream world." The alabaster figure spoke with a voice Blossom knew too well.
"Like my present look Blossom? I must admit, Fennec is such a beautiful person." The figure extended an arm, marveling at its beauty and grace. Blossom is silent, her anger simmering beneath the surface.
"Don't toy with me Him. Why?" Blossom spat her words venomously at Him, her rose-colored eyes staring with a burning intensity towards the demon taking the form of the Frenchwoman.
"I would like to meet you in my normal guise, but Butch's nightmare is latching on to the image of the Frenchwoman. So I make do with what I have." The demon remarked. Blossom stared on with great disgust, and the demon shrugged.
"This place is not conducive for any conversation. Time to move to somewhere more appropriate."
Blossom did not even have a chance to realize something is wrong as Him transpose their location with a simple action of snapping its finger. Blossom had always been on her guard against the demon, but Him got her this time.
Brick finally got a break from the relocation of the remnants of their group to a new location. The battle from three days ago had taken a toll on them, and even Butch is severely injured. Butch's injuries are unnatural and Brick wondered if the Government forceforces had acquired an Antidote-X weapon by chance. Brick sensed a hand on his shoulder and as he turned around , a pair of familiar sapphire eyes are looking at him.
"Are you alright?" Boomer checked on the strawberry blonde-haired boy.
"I don't know...but there's bound to be something wrong with me soon enough. Butch's down and is a little crazy when he's awake for those short moments. It's getting tougher by the day."
Brick is uncertain on which is worse; the current status of their brother or the current status of the rest of the men injured by the attack but is out cold in every sense of the word and they had no idea what possessed their brother to act with such wanton rampage twice in a single day. Both Brick and Boomer had never seen him react in such a manner since the time when Buttercup made a cut on Butch's chest with her kick. Butch is a true berserker in every sense of the word, for his trance-like fury is unrivaled when triggered. Fortunately for them, they managed to keep things down and avoid any further problems for the times they had been together,but it is slowlg becoming harder for them to control their brother.
"Seriously, what happening to Butch? He never rages unless something triggered him." Boomer asked his red-haired brother.
"With Butch, you never really know the trigger. But for him to attack us, it takes something special."
"Is it because we said that Blair looked like Pinkie? You know how Butch never liked the Powerpuff Girls... ever!" Brick shakes his head at Boomer's suggestion.
"Nah, if it is any one of the Powerpuff Girls, it would be Buttercup. She's the one that can kick his ass to a standstill. Blossom is cerebral, but Butch is blunt enough to get through her plans with sheer muscle."
"Hm...it is weird to see that Blair looks like Pinkie in a lot of ways,like she's a teenage version of Pinkie. Man, if Pinkie turned out to grow up like her, I'll get defeated by her any day just to-"
"Keep those fantasies to yourself Boomer. Besides, I've got to report stuff to Renee anyway."
"Both of us. I've got stuff to report too." Boomer added.
The two Rowdyruff Boy arrived before Renee's command room, and Brick decided to knock the door with the rhythm for special reports. A few rhythmic knocking sound on the door reverberated through the air, but no response of any kind is heard from inside the room. Boomer stepped up and knocked on the door as well, but there is still no reply. Both of the brothers looked at each other and their face expressed their concerns. The French lady always responded if they knocked in that manner, and Brick decided to look around before he used his x-ray vision upon the door and to see within the room. To his surprise no one is in the room, but the door appears to be locked from within.
"Where on earth is she?" Brick voiced out his thoughts.
"The toilet perhaps?" Boomer suggested.
"No. It's locked from within."
Where on earth am I?
The red-haired teenager looked around to see if there is anything that would help her identify the surroundings. Blossom's eye caught the presence of a person facing a wall just a few feet away from her with the person's back facing against her. As the person turned his head sideways, Blossom recognizes the individual immediately from the unmistakable narrow jadeite eyes and onyx hair.
Isn't that Butch?, Blossom asked herself However she noticed that the onyx-haired boy is now much more older than the Butch she met earlier. The Butch before her is more similar to the real-life Butch as he is much taller and muscled than the child Butch. Blossom realized that she had traveled to the future of this dream.
"Medic! Medic!" Butch screams out desperately, covered in blood and his jadeite eyes filled with tears. Blossom is surprised to see Butch crying out for help,eyes filled with fear.
What's going on, Blossom asked herself for she had never seen Butch being fearful before. Blossom corrected herself immediately as her understanding of Butch's expression is not that of fear; it is the expression of trying to save a loved one. Blossom is afraid of what she is about to see, but her legs guided her where her mind would not. Blossom's heart pounded faster and faster with every step she takes. Finally, her rose eyes is now in full sight of the cause of Butch's distress and the slender woman is now face to face with a heartbreaking sight.
Blossom covered her gasping mouth with her hands as her mind finally understood what is going on. A mortally wounded woman is leaning on the wall with no arms nor legs, and bleeding from her injuries to such an extent that the woman is a bloody mess. Blossom's eyes registered the sky blue eyes and braided dark brown hair of the injured woman and the identity of the mortally wounded woman is now clear to Blossom.
"Renèe." Blossom voiced out the name of the injured woman. Blossom knew the scene, but she never thought that she will see it with her own eyes. This is a scene that Brick once told her about. The scene that marked the crossroad in the Rowdyruff Boys' life. The scene that scarred Butch for life.
Renèe's death.
"Medic! Medic! I swear...I swear, I will not let you die!" Butch tries to desperately administer first aid on an injured woman.
"Please...please stop..." The soft accented voice of the woman reaches Blossom's ear, and the injured head slowly slumping on her shoulders.
"No! I...There's a way to fix this!" Butch voice trembled as he protested, his arm still scurrying in the first aid box to find something to fix the situation. The lady gently lean sideways on Butch's shoulder, touching his head. As her head marks Butch's face with a bloody mark, Butch with eyes in disbelie turn towards the mortally wounded woman.
"That's enough, I beg you. Please." Renèe said in an anguished voice, and Blossom can only watch this scene unfold before her. Blossom's eyes starts to tear up as she watched the heart-wrenching scene unfold.
"Poor thing." Blossom said to herself as she watched Butch dropping backwards on his rear. The Rowdyruff Boy is paralyzed by the weight of the situation, and the woman looked at him with her blood-tinted bright blue eyes with her blood-tinted tears flowing down her cheeks.
She's not going to make it, Blossom thought as she see the woman expending a lot of labor just to even breathe. Blossom watched as the little boy is now sobbing, with his right palm combing her dark brown hair while the other palm holding the head of the woman up gently,touching her cheek damaged by the shrapnel of the blast in a cross-shaped scar. Blossom had never seen Butch being so compassionate before, and this shocked her to the core.
"No, I don't want to..." Butch's lips quiver with sadness. The woman shushed the sobbing boy,a smile on her face as she turned paler and paler from the blood loss.
"I don't have long to live. Unexpected things will happen, Butch. Can you play the song in my music box one more time?"
"I-I-I!" Butch choked from the emotions welling up inside his body.
Goodness, this is too much, Blossom's tears are now flowing down her cheeks. Butch slowly reaches for the dying woman's neck and gently pulled out a necklace with a cross emblazoned on it and an emerald at the heart of the cross. Butch's finger pressed on the emerald and soon the pendant played a hauntingly ethereal song . The music caused further emotional distress to Butch and Blossom, for the song's somber tune further permeates the negative emotions within them.
"Mon Petit Verde, life's a journey, and mine had come to an end..." The lady coughed out blood, and some of the blood splattered on Butch.
"Please, don't speak anymore! Help's on the way! Medic!" Butch look around to find help while frantically trying his best to keep the woman alive.
"But...you know what Butch?" The spark of life from the lady's bright blue eyes are now fading away, and Butch watches as blood runs down her mouth down on the sides of her mouth and her chin.
"Please, please don't leave me..." Butch voice is now a whimper and Blossom had only seen Butch entered into this stage once. Blossom watches as the woman's bloodshot eyes are streaming down tears mixed with blood.
"There's always a silver lining as every ending has a new beginning. Time will heal all sorrows..." Renèe continues on even as the light of life from her eyes are now becoming dimmer.
"Please, don't..." Butch's voice is trembling as he speaks.
"No matter what the future brings, the fundamental things apply." Renèe said before coughing out blood from her mouth.
"Please!" Butch cried out, watching in horror as the puddle of blood on the ground growing larger with every moment.
"Live Petit Verde, live long ...and ...prosper..." The lady's last moments are as noble, pure and as bright as the whitest snow as her last breath leaves her body. Blossom watched as Renee blood-red tears runs down her cheeks, and her eyes finally becomes glass-eyed and her face frozen in a kind and gentle smile. The door to the room slams open before two figures went past Blossom as if she was a ghostly apparition.
"BUTCH WE NEED TO LEAVE!" Brick's voice pierced through the scene, and both of Butch's brothers grabbed the raven-haired boy by the arms and dragged him away from the dead woman, and Butch howled and protested in anguish as the distance between the boy and the woman grew further and further. Blossom did not even want to turn around and see Butch's face, knowing well that she will not have the emotional strength to see true anguish. Blossom's mind is overwhelmed by her emotions and the slender teenager is now sobbing as she finally understand why Butch broke down when he saw the pendant. The pendant must had triggered this memory in Butch's mind.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A husky voice howled and before Blossom can react, and Blossom's heart is pounding like a jackhammer as she just experienced the most harrowing howl that she had ever heard. As the voice distanced itself from the room, the muffled booming sound of artillery shells and the soft cracking sound of small arms fire echoed in the air are the only sounds within the room. The slender Powerpuff Girl did not even have the time to acknowledge Butch's suffering where a familiar and sinister voice snapped Blossom's attention away from her surroundings.
"And here we are."
Blossom looked around only to come face to face with the source of the voice; A braided woman whose coloration is the purest white two blood-colored flowing markings running down each cheek like running tears.
Blossom watched as the figure smirked, uncertain of its intentions. Blossom recognize the unearthly and haunting figure, as it is the physical appearance of Renèe. A lantern glowing in an ominous blood-red light engulfed the scene, coloring the tapestry of the scene. The two glowing emerald eyes betrayed the identity of the figure, and Blossom knew that Him intentionally took the form to spite her
"I want you to see this part before we continue on. Look." The demon smiled at her in his current incarnation, causing a sense of revulsion running up Blossom's spine. The demon points its finger towards the dead body and from the puddle of blood, another reddish pink fog formed and another Him emerges from the fog, dressed in its signature red dress, fluffy pink collar and skirt and black boots. As the Him with the pincers materialized a nail file out of thin air, the Renèe-Him sighed.
"Do I look so young then." Renèe-Him said with a little hint of jealousy as the other demonic being is now looking down upon the body lying limply on the wall. A white, smoky apparition appeared from the body of the fallen female soldier, shocking the Powerpuff Girl to her core. The apparition of the woman is utterly horrified at what she had become, touching her body in disbelief. Unperturbed by the manifestation of the braided brunette's soul, Young-Him started filing the tips of its pincers with the nail file it manifested.
"Hello dear, my name's Him and I'm here to make a deal before my dear friend the Grim Reaper arrives." Young-Him introduced itself and stated its purpose to the apparition of the Frenchwoman, while Renèe-Him mouthed out every single word that the other Him said. Blossom watched as the woman tried to ask the demon about what it wants but the woman realizing that she is unable to speak out. The gaudily-dressed demon continued on with the conversation while focusing its attention on filing its pincers.
"If I were to let the boys live, will you work with me? " Young-Him asked. The woman looked at the crimson figure before her with disbelief and anger. The apparition tried to warn Young-Him, but the apparition soon realized that she does not have a voice and she stopped.
"Renèe, I can respect your choice if you do not want to work with me. I will take my boys back with me to hell for eternal damnation. After all, I did resurrect the boys from the dead once and it'll be easy for me to send them to hell where they belong." Renèe face contorted into dread before Young-Him stopped filing its pincers for a moment.
"Ah...I forgot to inform you that the bond of a spirit to its body will rapidly deteriorate once the body is dead. So you'll need to come to a decision fast." Both Young-Him and Renèe-Him voiced out at tye same time and Blossom watched as what appeared to be the soul of the brunette slowly fading away.
Renèe's panicked expression as she tried to try to attach herself to her own body while both Hims watched with a smirk. This scene is utterly unpalatable for Blossom, for both Hims are utterly despicable in this situation. Young-Him hopped happily towards Renèe's body and rest one of its arms over the dead woman's shoulder as if trying to comfort the dead woman. Young-Him whispered into the dead person's ear, knowing well that it is actually speaking with the astral projection attached to the body. Renèe-Him's grin is now a wide rictus as the soul of the woman is fading at a rapid pace.
"Just as easily as the Lord giveth, can the Lord taketh." Both Renèe-Him and Young-Him declared at the same time. The temperature around the dead body dropped to an unbelievably low level and Blossom can feel her goosebumps rising up. From the shadows, a dark figure in a hood appeared before Young-Him and Renee, a large and menacing-looking scythe resting on its shoulder. Blossom is immediately caught by the deathly presence of the Grim Reaper and she froze in place, cold sweat running down her forehead and her body is trembling uncontrollably.
"That always happen when people meet Grim for the first time." Renèe-Him said with a shrug.
The woman's soul started to turn even paler than before as the Grim Reaper approaches. Young-Him on the other hand is watching the Grim Reaper with interest and is now whistling a happy tune. The Grim Reaper wielded its scythe and ready to reap the soul of the dead woman, Renèe trying to grab Young-Him's arm but to no avail. Renèe mouth moved, pleading for Young-Him to leave the boys alone. Young-Him did not even bother looking at Renee as the Grim Reaper finally swings its scythe at the part of the soul connecting Renee to her body. Within a split second Blossom saw her panicking and the blade of the scythe is now reaching the base of the soul at breakneck speeds. Renèe moved her mouth frantically and her eyes are how filled with tears of panic and desperation.
"No..." Blossom witnessed the moment where Renèe succumbed to the pressure, offering the deal of sparing the Rowdyruff Boys in return for her soul.
"You got yourself a deal!" Young-Him shrieked with joy and the pincer that Young-Him was filing during the whole conversation finally springs into action and grabbed the scythe at the very last moment. The Grim Reaper turned its hooded cowl at the effeminate demon and Him looked back with a smile and a wink. The Grim Reaper pulled its blade back,surprising both Blossom and Renèe.
"So sorry Grim, but this one's mine. She just agreed to it at the last possible moment. No hard feelings right?" Out of thin air, Youbg-Him produced a scroll and the Grim Reaper leans forward to read the scroll. Blossom watched in disbelief as the deathly figure turned its hood towards Young-Him, its two bony fingers formed a V-shape and held up to its eye level and pointed towards its own hood before pointing out towards him.
"I'll be watchin' yu Him." The Grim Reaper said in a uncharacteristically Jamaican accent as it flips the bird at Young-Him before dissipating away, leaving only the two Hims, Blossom and Renèe in the room.
"Did the Grim Reaper just flipped you?" Blossom said in confusion as she turned around to Renèe-Him that brought her to this world.
"Well, Grim and I are always playing around this game of getting souls, and with her soul I'm in the lead." Renèe-Him winks at Blossom, causing Blossom to wonder about the cosmic implications of the souls that Him had collected over the years. A sobbing voice is finally heard, and Blossom's attention is now once more on the apparition, and she can see that Renèe had lost all semblance of dignity as the woman realized what she had done to secure the safety of the Rowdyruff Boys.
"I knew you will be a reasonable person. Welcome. We have much work to do." Young-Him grabbed the soul by its pincer and forcefully stuffed it back into the corpse. The corpse started taking a deep gasp of air, and Young-Him waved its arm and a trail of reddish-pink fog enveloped the two beings. Blossom watched as the reddish fog disappeared and her mouth flashed with one sentence.
"Asshole." Blossom's words sends a shiver down Renèe-Him's and Blossom is uncomfortably by the demon's sensual joy. Renèe-Him snaps its fingers together and the reality around them is now a blinding pure white.
"What do you seek from all of this? Is this all a game for you Him?" Blossom spat at Renèe-Him, her simmering displeasure slowly cooking up into anger.
"Everything is as I intended it to be, thought there were some developments that truly went in an interesting fashon. Blossom, have a seat while we talk." The ghostly white figure waves its arm and two red couches came out from thin air and Him showed Blossom to her chair. Blossom is cautious about the traps that Renèe-Him will spring upon her, but the demon answered her suspicions.
"Relax Blossom, I don't have the time to make any traps in this situation right now." The alabaster figure sighed before taking a seat on the couch it had summoned out of thin air. Blossom slowly but surely takes a seat on the couch and she finds the couch surprisingly comfortable. Blossom is in denial over the fact that Him has nothing up its sleeves (if it had any). The ghostly white figure noticed the Powerpuff Girl's unease and crosses its legs in a feminine manner as it rests its arms on the armrest.
"Denial is the most predictable of all human responses, Blossom. On the other hand...hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of humanity's greatest strength, and its greatest weakness. I sense that you have many questions, my dear. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. In addition, while your first question may be the most reasonable, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant." Renèe-Him gestured for Blossom to ask the question on her mind.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" Blossom asked, aware that Him never spoke in such a manner before.
"Despite my best and sincerest efforts, I am unable to get rid off of you from what is otherwise a perfect controlling mechanism."
"Glad to be a thorn on your side." Blossom said with a spiteful pride. Him takes no notice of Blossom's biting remark and continued on.
"While it a problem in and of itself, but it is not unexpected and this not beyond a measure of control. Which had led you, whether both of us like it or not, here." The demonic figure is now sipping a cup of tea from out of nowhere, and before Blossom can even register the anomaly, her hands are also holding a cup of tea. Blossom decided to remain calm despite the lack of control of her reality.
"You still did not answer my question Him." Blossom asked, knowing that she must not let Him pull her to its paces.
"Always the quick one, and that is why it is always a joy to speak to you if I had the chance." Him takes a sip of its tea, appearing at ease with itself.
"Answer me Him; why did you choose me? Why did you choose Butch? Why did you choose all of us?" Blossom's voice is lined with a boiling anger for she will not tolerate such cruel acts, not even against a Rowdyruff Boys whom she tend to pick a fight with. Blossom's displeasure is apparent for Him to realize, and the demon dematerialize the cup of tea it is holding. Him rest its elbows upon its though while resting its chin upon its hands.
"As you adequately put it Blossom, the crux of the matter is choice. I want you to know that no matter what you choose to do after this, it will all be accounted for." The demon's crimson gaze is piercing into Blossom's soul, making Blossom feeling particularly vulnerable to the demon's machinations. Blossom tried to give her best menacing stare, but the demon in the guise of a woman is unfazed by her attempts.
"What were your piercing eyes looking at? What is echoing in your trembling heart?" Him asked Blossom, shaking Blossom to her core. The demon knew her uneasiness like an open book, and that made her even more anxious.
"It's the same thing I'll ask Butch, for even his smallest scars hurts more than the gods of this earth, and this is why he will continue to destroy himself." Him commented and it snapped its fingers to reveal a mirror showing is clamping his hands on his head and screaming continuously as he bang his head on the other side of the mirror.
"How could you." Blossom bit her bottom lip, knowing well that she had said something that may not resonate with the demon before her.
"Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without. As you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We are not here because we're free; we're here because we are not free."Renèe-Him gets up from its chair and without Blossom realizing it, the demon is now behind her as its arms are now around Blossom's neck in a gentle embrace. Blossom is alarmed, for she sensed nothing until its arms are now on her shoulders and neck.
"There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose, because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist." Him said in an sinister manner. Blossom noticed that its arms are no longer around her and her rose-colored eyes looked around for a moment before registering the demon leaning beside the mirror.
"It is purpose that created us, purpose that connects us, purpose that pulls us, that guides us, that drives us, it is purpose that defines, purpose that binds us. Purpose!" Him roared with a deep primal growl, and the whole white room turned a pure crimson.
"This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it. We fight to deny it, but it is of course pretense. It is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the fact is that everything that has a beginning has an end. I see the end coming. I see the darkness spreading." Him pauses, as if waiting for Blossom to respond. Blossom decide that she will respond to her the best way she know how.
"I don't know what you want or planning. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career of crime-fighting. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kick your ass." Blossom's threat is replied with a clap from the demonic being with a smile etched on its face.
"Well said. Provided you can get out from this place."
"I will. And so will my sisters."
"Come, let me bring you back. I want to see you try." The demon smiled, accepting the Powerpuff Girl's challenge.
