Pumpkinpuff Ghoul
written by "Lord" Andy
part three
Running around in circles, Mitch started screaming in a high pitched little girly scream. It was so high, that the pumpkin headed killer shook its head. If the killer had a real face to look at, you could be sure that face would be smiling for real. After all, who wouldn't laugh when seeing a bully running around screaming in a high pitched voice, almost wetting his pants ..... forget the almost.
Having enough of this, the killer stepped over the Professor and proceeded to hunt Mitch first. The unconscious Professor continued to be unconscious, seeing how he was unconscious. How far could a knocked out man with a shattered knee go anyway? He would have to wait, the killer wanted someone else first. And that was, of course, because Mitch was hurting the killer's ears.
Not sure of what to do, Mitch ran into the kitchen to hide. He thought it was a good idea, although the obvious answer was to simply leave the house! He started to slip on the food that he had tossed out only a few minutes ago. His Scream character mask fell over his head, so he had to toss it off again. Desperate, he jumped for a cupboard to hide.
The orange killer jogged closer to the kitchen. It was then Mitch decided that it would be better if he opened the cupboard door first. He ducked in just as the villain entered the room.
Mitch breathed a sigh of relief. He was thankful that the killer didn't have the powers of the real Powerpuff Girls. Curious, he cracked open the cupboard door to see what was happening.
Outside, he saw the killer standing in the kitchen. It was looking around, it's large pumpkin head slowly swiveling around. The nearly perfect Powerpuff replica started to slowly walk around the kitchen, still turning its head back and forth.
As Mitch tried to silently watch, the killer pulled the axe back like a baseball bat. And there it sat. It sat their in silence for a few minutes, just holding up the axe as if waiting for some signal of Mitch's whereabouts.
Trying to remain silent, Mitch looked closer at the villain now looking for him. On second glance, it did look like a Powerpuff girl. It was close to the same height, had those strange arms and legs, and was wearing an orange dress. Then there was the freaky pumpkin on the head. A dull orange pumpkin, reflecting the same shade as the dress worn. The dark green stem twisted and turned out of the top of the pumpkin to the edge of the side. And don't forget, the evil face carved in with two huge circles and the smile.
"What is this?" Mitch said under his breath. "Some new freaky Powerpuff girl, or a space alien who can turn itself into whatever it wants?"
The axe crashing through the cupboard door Mitch was in indicated that he was a bit too loud. Screaming again, Mitch ran out of the kitchen. Angry that it missed, the killer ran and grabbed onto the axe that was lodged in the cupboard door. But even when pulling with all its strength, it couldn't lodge the weapon out.
Instead of running out of the open front door with a cool breeze coming out and the Professor lying next to it, Mitch ran upstairs. The killer tried to catch up, but Mitch had a head start and didn't have a pumpkin on his head. Jumping over the Professor again, the killer ran out of the front door.
After a few seconds, the killer huffed its way in. Taking the logical way, what was it thinking? Looking around, it saw Mitch stumbling up the stairs. Confident, the killer started to slowly walk towards the unsuccessful stair climbing Mitch.
Although he had made it to the top of the stairs, Mitch saw that the killer was already at the bottom of the stairs and making its way up. Looking around, Mitch saw a hamper full of clean cloths at the top of the stairs. Without thinking of how much love and care the Professor put into making all those cloths clean, he through the large basket at the parading pumpkin wearer. He hoped that it would buy him some time by surprising the killer.
The killer was indeed surprised to see a mountain of underwear towering towards itself. Before it could react, the killer was smashed by the hamper and all its clean whites. The killer tumbled pumpkin over heels to the bottom of the stairs. The loud clunking sound of the carved pumpkin and cracking of what was hopefully bones could be heard echoing throughout the whole house.
Upon hearing this painful sound of a crumpling body, Mitch turned around to see what happened. When he ran to look, he gasped at what he saw. At the bottom of the stairs was a huge mess of laundry. Now he was probably going to have to pick them all up, and maybe even fold them! Oh yeah, there was killer lying there, unmoving.
"Yes!" Mitch cheered. "I have defeated the evil Powerpuff Girl! Mitch saves the day!"
But his rejoicing was cut short when he saw the laundry move. Amazed, Mitch saw that the killer was still alive. It slowly got up to its knees, slightly woozy from its little fall. Shaking its head, it got up and turned to face its subject.
Turning around, Mitch ran into the closest room for him to escape into. Convenient for him, yes. Too bad it was in clear view of the pumpkin Powerpuff. Limping up the stairs, it tried its best to get to the top before something else was tossed at itself.
Mitch jumped into the most obvious place to hide, the closet. Slamming the door, he looked for something to hide him better. Perhaps there was something inside the small room he was now in?
"Aww man, I'm in a closet full of girl's cloths!" He moaned. He shut up again as the killer kicked open the door with a loud and dramatic bang. Looking back and forth through its pumpkin head, it started to try and find Mitch.
Reaching behind its back, the killer pulled out a long knife with its Powerpuff like hand. It then walked to the exact center of the room and stood there. Then it turned off the light that Mitch had instinctively turned on, (silly child). Slowly, it continued to look around the room in pure silence. Knife in hand, it waited to strike.
This time, Mitch put his hands over his mouth. No way he was going to make a sound. He knew that if he made any kind of a sound, the killer will be on top of him, pushing that knife down. He didn't move, he didn't breath, he just sat there. Much like the killer was doing.
An itch came on the top of Mitch's head. He tried to ignore it, making his head almost burn. The killer made no movements as Mitch tried to not make any movements himself. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore, and barely itched his head.
That was enough for the killer to use. Spinning the blade in his hand, he shoved it into the target. The knife sunk through it's victim, causing a deep and deadly wound. The damage had been done. The blade was twisted in its soft victim for extra damage.
Luckily, the killer heard wrong and only stabbed the bed. Shaking its arms in frustration, the killer yanked the blade out and stealthily walked around the bed room.
Mitch franticly looked around the closet for a weapon, or something else that he could defend himself with. But seeing as how the Powerpuff Girls were super heros with unimaginable powers, there wasn't anything in the closet that Mitch could use as a weapon. What could he do? There was absolutely nothing in the closet except girly cloths and other girly junk. Plus it was still a dark Halloween night, and he couldn't see what all the stuff was. There was nothing he could use. Unless ...
The pumpkin headed killer stalked throughout the room. Jabbing everything it came to with the knife, the killer came closer and closer to the closet. It stabbed the dresser drawers. It stabbed the walls. It stabbed anything and everything it could find as it walked closer and closer to Mitch's position.
Walking in front of the closet, the pumpkin villain stood silently in front of the closer door. From inside, one could hear Mitch whispering "Come and get it you freaky dressed killer!"
Humored at the irony, the twisted smile bad person tore open the doors, expecting to see Mitch with some ingenious plan to escape. What could someone possible do in such a desperate situation? The suspense was killing the suspenseful killer.
"Take this you freak!" Mitch yelled, and tossed Bubbles's Octi at him. It flew into one of the huge Powerpuff size eye holes carved into the pumpkin. The killer jumped back in shock and curious as to what the heck was stuck in its eye. As the figure struggled, Mitch jumped out of the closet and started to run down the stairs.
"So long sucker!" He shouted as he ran down the stairs and finally leave. Unfortunately for him, he forgot about something.
The laundry.
Slipping on one of the Professor's underpants, Mitch did a flip and went crashing down the stairs. The wind knocked out of him, Mitch looked up just in time to see an Octi doll fly down the stairs, followed by a knife.
A while later, the sound of the Powerpuff's cut through the ending of a Halloween night echoed through the area. All the kids were packing up their trick-or-treat business and heading home. It had been a productive night for those kids. But at least they didn't have to go looking for missing people!
Bubbles was the first one to arrive at the seen. The whole area was quiet. Way to quite for a Halloween night. Her home looked deserted, and even quieter then the outside. And what she saw made her scream in terror. It twas the Professor, large bump on his forehead, still lying inside the doorway. There was a small pool of blood slowly forming where the Professor's busted knee was located. But by now, he was finally stirring and groaning.
"Professor!" She cried, rubbing his shoulder, trying to help him wake up. "What has that maniac done to you?"
He groaned again, and tried to move. As Bubbles tried to help him up, she thought she heard something.
She looked up and started screaming again. There, lying at the bottom of the stairs was an awful mess. All the Professor's laundry was all over the stairs. She hoped she wouldn't have to clean it up.
Then she noticed Mitch with a knife in his mangled head bleeding all over those same cloths. She screamed even harder.
And when the killer swung the axe at her, she screamed like she never screamed before. Apparently the killer still hadn't left yet, and had only taken a few minutes to get one of its weapon out of the cupboard door. It was coming to finish the Professor off when it found a much better target. A screaming target.
The maniac pumpkin headed killer swished the axe a Bubbles again when she realized something. "Hey, wait a minute!" She said aloud. The killer stopped swinging and the Professor stopped moaning to listen to her words of wisdom. "I'm an indestructible do whatever I can Powerpuff Girl! No axe is going to hurt me!"
The killer put its stubby like hand to the bottom of the smiling pumpkin, almost like it was thinking about this. Then it raised both of its arms up into the air as if it had made an amazing discovery. Before Bubbles could react, the killer let the blade of the axe drop.
Bubbles gasped as the blade narrowly missed her and sliced the side of her white bunny costume right underneath her left arm. Then she felt something wet and warm sliding down, she knew that it wasn't a complete miss. Looking under her arm, she saw that she was bleeding. Her white bunny suit how has a crimson red look to the side that was spreading rather quickly. The axe had amazingly cut her Powerpuff skin, making a decent gash in her side.
In shock and pain, Bubbles backed up so much that she tumbled over the door frame. As she held the new injury on herself, she looked up to see the killer towering over her with the axe raised high.
Bubbles closed her eyes and breathed her last. The killer swung down the axe upon his newest victim's chest. But the killer stopped right above Bubbles's vital organs and not taking her life away. Even the Professor sounded relieved that Bubbles's life was currently spared.
Tilting its head to one side, the killer heard the sound of another Powerpuff Girl approaching from somewhere else. Realizing that now was a time for a Powerpuff look-a-like to get away from a real really angry Powerpuff, the killer turned to leave. Tipping the axe as a goodbye to Bubbles and the Professor, the killer quickly ran through the house. A few seconds later, Bubbles heard the back door slam.
Slowly, Bubbles got up, still holding her side. She waited for her sisters to come before doing anything. The Halloween night was not going as well as she had planned.
Buttercup flew in and landed down on the porch next to Bubbles. She looked in shock at Bubbles's bleeding side and the injured Professor. After staring in shock for a second, she turned to Bubbles.
"Bubbles!" She gasped. "What the heck happened here!?"
"It was the killer." Bubbles confessed. "The one that killed Mary came in, beat up the Professor, killed Mitch, and tried to kill me. And Susie is missing."
Buttercup flew into the house and screamed when she saw Mitch at the bottom of the stairs. About this time, the Professor sat up. One hand was holding his head, the other his knee.
As Bubbles helped the Professor up, Buttercup came zipping from a search from upstairs. "Bubbles? You said the killer tried to kill you, when is he?" She shouted.
"He ran out the back!" Bubbles shouted. Angry and shocked, Buttercup dashed out of the house.
"What's going on here?" Blossom shouted as she flew into the house. When she saw Mitch buried in some bloody white cloths, she gasped in shock.
"Remember what I said about Mary?" Bubbles cried. "Well that guy came back and did all of this."
Blossom looked around the room as Buttercup flew back in. "I couldn't find the killer," Buttercup said, "but I did find Susie."
"Where is she?" Asked Bubbles as she helped the Professor get to his feet.
Buttercup hesitated, but eventually answered. "She's dead. Someone hung her outside."
The entire house hold grew silent. Nobody knew what to say under such circumstances. An erie wind blew through the door. Slowly, Blossom glided over and finally shut the door.
At this point, Buttercup noticed her late sister. "What took so long Blossom?" She sarcastically asked.
Blossom glared at her cranky sister. "Well, I just so happened to be looking for Mary, thank you very much! Where were you?"
Buttercup huffed. "Oh please! Let's not get into anything like that little miss 'I hate Halloween so much' girl!"
Bubbles started crying. "Stop fighting you two. Not here, not now!"
"Your sister's right." The Professor finally spoke up, holding his head and limping on his leg. "It doesn't matter where we were or what we were doing, all that matters is that we are here now together."
Blossom and Buttercup looked at each other and glared. Both seemed to be thinking the same thing. Bubbles looked at the two and started to get worried. She was afraid that she knew what they knew.
Suddenly, Blossom turned to Bubbles. "So, Bubbles, you were attacked by this supposed killer again, huh?"
"Yeah, dear sister." Buttercup added. "We still have yet to see this killer of yours!"
"I have." The Professor said. "He wears a pumpkin on his head and looked almost like you girls. An orange dress and all."
Buttercup and Blossom glared at each other again. Then they looked at Bubbles.
"Wait a minute!" Bubbles gasped. "You two think one of us real Powerpuff Girls did this, don't you!!"
Her two sisters frowned. "Well, how else would you explain the perfect Powerpuff like qualities as you describe?" Blossom asked.
"And both times, the only real Powerpuff to see this fake Powerpuff was only you!" Buttercup yelled.
"Girls girls girls!" The Professor shouted. "How dare you make accusations like this! You're all sisters for crying out loud!"
The three Powerpuff Girls bowed their heads in shame. After a second, Blossom spoke up.
"Well, I guess we better get to the hospital and get to the police station." She said.
"Why don't we just call them?" Bubbles asked.
"Can't, the phone lines are cut." The Professor said.
"Again?" Buttercup moaned. "Why does someone have do that every year?"
"I suggest that we all go to the hospital together." Blossom added. "That way the killer will have to get around all three of us."
"And we wont let our eyes off of each other!" Buttercup said. "So that we know where each one of us is at every single moment of the time."
Blossom glared at her sister who glared back. Bubbles hugged onto the Professor's arm. Not only had the killer taken two more lives and almost took another two, but her own two sisters thought it was one of their own. What could be worse? Perhaps the fact that none of them knew that the same dark figure was watching them as it had the whole night.
End of Part Three