Questions from the readers:

1. Is Blossom gonna yell at Blaze? She probably will.

2. How will Buttercup and Bubbles get to Blossom? It will not be answered in this chapter.

3. Rhea and Ms. Bellum were trying to kill Blaze? Yes, they were.

4. Does Him know about Blossom? He knows everything.

5. How did Boomer know where Mitch lives? It will be answered in this chapter.

6. When will Blossom have a ring on her finger? *Laughs* I can't answer this question.

Killjoy (noun) - a person who deliberately spoils the enjoyment of others through resentful or overly sober behavior.

13 YEARS AGO

Pokey Oaks Kindergarten

A woman waved her right hand cheerfully as she uttered a silent goodbye to the girl she can see outside of her classroom's glass window. The girl, dressed in her school uniform waves back at her, saying something she could not hear and hops inside the car of her mother.

The car was gone in a minute and the teacher turns around to observe the last student left in her class. The boy was reading- an interest only a few people of his age cared about. He was also silent and was a well-mannered boy who loves spending his time at the 'little library', a small section of the room which contained a small table, two chairs and about thirty children's books. The collection contained; Hansel and Gretel, The Wizard of Oz, The Secret Garden, A Little Princess, Alice in Wonderland and many more.

This boy, who goes by the name of Blaze, was her brightest student, but often preferred sitting alone during their recess and was always the last one to get picked up by his mother. It was what differentiated him from his peers who act as childish as they can be. Blaze was quite mature for his age of six, he only needed a little more...socialization with others.

Blaze needed to have friends that he could enjoy his time with and that's why Ms. Keane wanted to talk to Blaze's mother, Mrs. Wells, once she comes to pick him up from work. Blaze's mother was always in a hurry and was never present to any parent-teacher meetings that were scheduled by the school.

"What are you reading, Blaze?", the red-headed child lifts his head to look at her face, her tall frame creating a dark, hovering shadow as she inquires what the youngster was reading.

"A book, Ms. Keane. It's about a doctor called Jekyll and a mister Hyde", Ms. Keane smiles uncomfortably, the book was a classic but the topic was not suitable for kids, she would have to take it off the shelf later, after Blaze had gone home.

Blaze continued reading the book when a loud honking was heard from outside. The little boy immediately closed the book, dropping it on the carpet. He ran towards the door to come face to face with his mother. Her mother's eyes seemed to smile when her son hugged her. Her tired green eyes became full of life.

"We're going home now-", she said, ruffling Blaze's hair and holding his hand. Not more than a few steps down the hallway, Ms. Keane shouted out to her, almost forgetting that she needed to talk to her.

"Please wait, Mrs. Wells, I would like to talk to you about something-", Mrs. Wells looked back and she could see hesitation.

"It'll only take a few minutes", Ms. Keane said and Mrs. Wells, bent down on her knees to face her son at eye-level. She said something inaudible and let go of her son's hands.

Blaze ran back to the classroom and started reading the book he had dropped earlier. Mrs. Wells gave a bow and started walking towards her, meeting the teacher halfway.

"Mrs. Wells, I-"

"Please, you can just call me Carrie, Ms. Keane. If it's about not attending the PTA meetings, then-"

"Oh no, it's not about that at all, PTA meetings are actually designed to meet the parents of the kids who are not doing so well in school but your son is the brightest in my class...", Mrs. Wells smiled at the compliment, "...if only he could be a bit more social?"

"What do you mean by that, Ms. Keane?"

"Blaze is...having a hard time fitting in with his other classmates, I hardly see him talk to others and he seems to prefer reading books instead of going out to play- not that it's a bad thing- it's just that, well...a little interaction can help develop his social skills a bit more"

"Really?"

"Yes...some of the kids even started calling him a 'killjoy' for not wanting to play with them"

'Let him go', Blossom's voice seemed to echo throughout the walls of the room. Her clothes were covered with dirt from the forest. Her knees had scrapes and scratches and she smelled like a burnt-out cigar from the explosion. Her hair at the moment seemed like a messy but lively campfire, dancing to the silent wind. And Blossom's bubblegum pink orbs glowed with a fury staring at the situation Mitch was in.

Blossom felt extremely exhausted from everything, she could no longer feel her feet and her legs from all the running and biking. She could hear her meek voice break and falter saying only a few words but she was damned if she gave in to this kind of exhaustion. How could she run away knowing that Mitch would die? Buttercup and Bubbles might call her crazy if they saw her right now, trying to save a man when she had barely escaped from his clutches.

Facing a killer when her stamina and strength are depleted. Confronting a lunatic against her better judgement. Risking her only chance of escaping by saving this man, who broke her best friend's heart for a manipulative bitch when every fiber of her being told her to run away.

'I am truly a goody two-shoes', Blossom could imagine scenes for a brief moment, the times she had been told she was a goody two-shoes by Buttercup.

'No', the reply was swift. Blossom could feel her legs crumble. What was she thinking? How can she convince this lunatic to not kill Mitch? He's half-dead already because he is losing so much blood from the stab wounds. Why did she think she could do anything to stop this monster? Why did she not listen to herself?

'Don't you love me?', Blossom wanted to kill herself the moment the words left her mouth. She did not know if reverse psychology would work against this man. She can only count on her influence among his personalities, especially this personality. This was definitely Butch. The one who stabbed his victim 28 times, the one who dragged Rhea, the one who caused the escort fiasco, the one who ruined Princess' plans and killed her. The most violent and the cruelest personality with cannibalistic tendencies.

Before Blossom could react, Butch was in front of her, towering over her small figure. His gaze, fixated on her eyes, shifting slowly to her lips. Regret was all over her facial features when she met his eyes. Even if she escaped from him, she would still be imprisoned to his gaze forever. Blossom could no longer feel strength from her legs.

"I can only long for you", Butch said making Blossom gasp in suspense as he reached out his hand to tuck away a strand of hair from her face. Butch grabbed Blossom's chin, forcing her to face him. "If you try to escape again Blossom...I will kill those who are closest to you"

One by one, tears began to slide down Blossom's cheeks as Butch walked towards Mitch. Mitch screamed as the psycho got closer and closer. His eyes already red from his crying. The pain was excruciating but the fear had somehow numbed his feelings. When Butch wrapped his hands around Mitch's throat, he knew he would never hear Buttercup's angry voice again.

A sickening crack was heard from the twisting. Blossom could hear Mitch gasping for air, but she had no strength left in her body. Her eyes were getting drowsy. This was her second failed attempt at escaping but she cannot quit now. Her eyes darted towards the knife lying on the floor. It was close to Butch but she might still be able to get it.

"Die already!", Butch seethed, still strangling Mitch as Blossom was inches away from the knife. As soon as Blossom got the knife, she stabbed Butch on the back. Butch growled at the sudden pain as he felt the knife get stuck on his back. He turned towards Blossom, angry. His hand reached for the knife's handle and pulled out the knife, blood gushing from his wounds.

"You will pay for that", he muttered getting closer to her. Blossom grabbed the door knob, closing the door behind her but Butch had already caught up to her. He yanked the door open so forcefully Blossom had to let go of the door and run, not looking back. Unfortunately, her foot tripped on a rock, making her fall down, enough time for Butch to drag her foot. She tried to kick his hand away with her other foot but Butch was firmly holding her ankle. Blossom's hand reached out to scratch his hand when Butch grabbed both of her wrists with just one hand. He let go of her ankle and held her waist, pushing her closer to his face.

"Let me go-", Blossom's breathe hitched. Her lips colliding with Butch's own. Warm and moist. His lips were softer than she had imagined. Butch felt a flutter in his stomach when Blossom started to kiss him back. He let go of her wrists and put his hands around her waist. Her body was still a little stiff against him as they kissed. Blossom's hands started to stroke his hair pulling his head down to deepen the kiss.

'Nothing like a little intimacy after a big fight', Butch smirked, relaxing his grip around her waist. When their lips parted for air, Butch decided to give her a devilish grin. "Told you-fuck!" Blossom smashed her forehead against his in another attempt to escape, which caught him off guard, but there was no time for fighting because at the distance, police sirens could be heard. Blossom started to run towards the sound of the sirens.

"Such a killjoy", Butch muttered under his breath. He looked at Blossom's running figure before smiling. He's gonna have to let her go this time, but he'll definitely be back to get her. Him will help him get Blossom back for sure.