Pumpkinpuff Ghoul II
written by "Lord" Andy
Part Three
Multi colored leaves spun through the air in the wind. Each one appeared to have a life of its own, as they magically seemed to fly in whatever random direction was chosen. Trees that were covered with beautiful hues of red, orange, and yellow only a few weeks ago were now holding on to a few lingering leaves. Instead, all of their leaves were covering the ground in areas ranging from thick to thin. It all mattered on who raked the most.
Meanwhile, a different kind of raking was going on. But instead of a yard, it was Townsville's First National Bank. The tool was not a rake but police officers. And there were no leaves. In their place was unspeakable horror.
"Two hits in two days." Mumbled an officer. "Each time done is such unspeakable ways."
"Ay " Muttered the police chief. "If we don't figure this out soon, all of Townsville will be up in an uproar trying to figure it out for us. And that's something we don't be needing at a time like this."
The bank in the middle of the heart of the city was now completely surrounded by yellow police tape. By this time of the day, bank employees would be getting ready to open the bank to the public as they ran about the white carpeted floor. But instead Townsville police and a few detectives were doing their line of work on a soggy red carpet.
Tellers that morning found that the bank had been broken into. The safe was open and bills were scattered all over the floor. And so were the bank robbers. Convinced it was the same perpetrator as last time, the Rowdyruffs were called over to inspect.
Brick and Butch were a little tired looking. Brick was up late on the computer or something, and Butch said he had a hard time getting back to sleep after Blossom woke all of them up last night. Blossom felt embarrassed about that, but still wouldn't be convinced that it was just a dream. Even though the Professor told that maybe she dreamed it all, saying that maybe she was sleepwalking, broke the dress, and cut her dress on the broken glass, Blossom couldn't shake the feeling that someone was after her. And she knew that the ax she had seen was the one and only Powerpuff ax. Although it had your average curved wooden handle, the actual blade of the ax was a bright glimmering metallic blue. Whether or not it was the real ax that had the power to harm her, she didn't want to take the chance.
"So does any of this look familiar Blossom?"
Her thoughts interrupted, Blossom turned to Butch who was glaring at her. All four of them were at the bank, checking out what had happened the first time. Where as Brick and Boomer were talking to the bank workers whom had come in to find all of this, Butch continued to stare at Blossom angrily.
"Well Blossom, what's it like seeing the aftermath of your work?" Butch asked, hovering around Blossom like a buzzard waiting for the death of its prey.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Blossom replied, turning her back to the green Ruff.
"Oh, but I do!" Butch declared, approaching the frustrated pink Puff. "I think it's all clear to me what you're trying to do here. There's only two possibilities."
Blossom rolled her eyes and tried to get away from the persistent pest. But before she could get very far, Butch had flown right in front of her again.
"My first guess starts off rationally." He said. "Some bank robbers came into the largest bank in Townsville. They tried to steal the money, when someone came in to stop them. That someone, being you."
"ME!?" Gasped Blossom, worried about others over hearing more then the actual accusation.
"That's right Blossom, you." Butch said in a quiet and haunting voice that got louder as he went on. "We both know that we don't like each other. You're not part of our team anymore. What one usually dose in that situation is to prove that they are capable of being part of that team."
Butch started flying so close to Blossom's face that she had to back up. "But you just couldn't stop there, could you Blossom? You had to rip them apart, mutilate them until there was hardly anything left of them anymore. You thought this would impress us Blossom? Did you actually think we would like you better after murdering several criminals like this?"
"Sssh!!" Blossom shushed, noticing everyone starting to look in their general direction. "Don't tell this to everybody! I don't want them all to hate me, especially with bad rumors like that!"
"What rumors?" Shouted out Butch, causing all heads to turn. "Do you realize that many people think the same thing? I'm not the only one who thinks you're doing this to be noticed."
"I still would never go as far as to kill all these robbers or the Gangreen gang!" Blossom defensively pointed out, poking Butch in the chest. "Besides, in case you've forgotten I was with the Professor for the rest of the night."
It was true. Blossom was so nervous about what had happened, that she couldn't even get back to sleep. Eventually she had gone to the Professor's bed and timidly asked if she could sleep in his bed tonight. She really didn't feel like admitting this. She was trying her hardest to act her age, but it was hard seeing how she was missing some very important years of her life.
"Bah, the Professor's a heavy sleeper." Butch said. "You could have done it before your so called attack anyway."
"Well think what you want, I did not kill any of these people to gain your trust!" Blossom blurted out, but not so much that everyone would hear.
"Well then, that brings me to my second suspicion." Butch said in a suave voice.
" and that would be?" Blossom eventually asked after a long pause.
"That you were the killer four years ago, and now you're back!!"
"What! No!" Blossom shouted. "Don't accuse me of that, especially here and now with all these people around!"
"Come on Blossom!" Butch yelled, people starting to gather around to see what was happening. "Who in their right mind would murder these robbers and then come back to spook you, huh? Why have two sets of horrifying mutilations and then try to get the last Powerpuff Girl? That makes no sense!"
"Please, be quiet Butch!" Blossom pleaded, trying to get him from making everyone think she did it. "People are listening!"
"Well let them hear the truth then!" Announced Butch with his arms spread wide. "Let everyone know that the killer is none other then the one and only –"
"STOP LYING!" Blossom screamed, and jumped onto Butch, wrapping both of her hands around his mouth.
This surprised Butch at first, but then reached forward and grabbed hold of Blossom's shoulders. Giving a mighty heave, Butch through the girl over his back and across the room. Blossom started flying before she could hit the wall, and turned around straight at Butch. She tackled him before he could speak again, both of them rolled around on the floor.
"Oh geeze, not again!" Boomer moaned.
"What the – stop it you two!" Demanded Brick, finally turning away from talking with the police chief to see what was going on.
But his two siblings were too busy fighting each other to listen. Blossom let out a yell as Butch pulled on her hair. She got him to let go by kicking him right in the face. Butch also stumbled back enough to let Blossom get another kick in that sent him sailing out the door. But before Blossom could see what happened to him, he came dashing back in. Tackling her, Butch slammed Blossom through a desk and into the wall. Both of them started rolling around again, punching and kicking each other again.
People standing around them backed off and Boomer and Brick came to split the two up. Brick tried to pull Butch off, but got someone's fist in his eye instead. He recoiled and ended up crashing into Boomer, and both of them crash landed on another desk totaling that one as well. As Brick rubbed his soar eye, Boomer jumped up and tried to pull the two apart again. Putting his arms between the two of them, he gave a hard shove and got both of them separated.
But no sooner had he gotten them a few feet away from each other, they came right back at each other again. Unfortunately, Boomer was in the middle of them this time. He cringed at Blossom tried kicking Butch who was directly behind his brother. Butch threw a punch over Boomer's shoulder in order to hit Blossom, but she spun around Boomer and tried to bring her own fist down on Butch. So Butch jumped over Boomer and landed on the ground, jabbing his leg out to kick Blossom from between Boomer's legs. Blossom jumped into the air to avoid this and using Boomer's shirt for balance spun over his head and tried to kick Butch again. Butch slid under his brother then shot a fist down and around Boomer's face. But Blossom was already jumping out of the way, and Butch quickly flew around Boomer after her. Speeding with all his might, Butch tackled Blossom once again, and the two of them flew out the front door.
Boomer stood there petrified, the back of his shirt halfway over his head. Brick approached him, and asked his panting brother where their battling.
"I say we let them finish this one out themselves." Boomer eventually said.
Outside the bank, Blossom and Butch continued fighting, not really clear on what they were fighting about anymore. All they knew that they had to stop the other one for some very important reason.
Butch started off by sending a barrage of eye laser beams off at Blossom. Although she could easily avoid one singular beam, it was a different story for so many. Every direction Blossom flew, she found herself staring at another approaching beam. After pulling a twisted one eighty, Blossom found herself getting a beam in the face. Spinning uncontrollable, Blossom started falling towards the ground bellow, Butch flying up to hit when he got close enough.
Determined to not let him get the upped hand, Blossom sped up her decent. She zipped past a surprised Butch and ran right into a street light. But this was planned, and Blossom used her momentum to spring herself off the metal pole and brought her extended feet right into Butch's stomach. As he grunted in surprise Blossom backhanded him in the face, causing him to spin around a few times. Butch landed into the side of a nearby building, people inside wondering what was going on.
Turning around to face Blossom, Butch growled deeply then reached over. Grabbing on to a nearby flagpole, he pulled it out of the building and started thrusting it at Blossom. Gracefully dodging the fencing Ruff, Blossom started flying backwards, Butch swinging the pole at her. Blossom started gaining altitude so that she was skittering across a rooftop of another tall building next to the bank. As Butch took another swing he smacked the rim of the top of the building, knocking a few chunks off and breaking the flagpole in half. The end he wasn't holding on to spun wildly in the air until it was caught by Blossom. Doing a quick spin, Blossom's end of the pole whacked Butch right across the head.
Now it was Butch's turn to fall helplessly to the ground. But unlike Blossom, he was unable to gain control of his fall quick enough. He landed on top of the roof of the bank, cracking the concrete top under his back. He groaned loudly for a second as Blossom started to fly down to his level. Enraged, Butch rolled a few times at the very last second till he was out of Blossom's way. She landed right where he was lying when he jumped up and delivered a massive uppercut to her chin.
Blossom flew through the air up unto she landed into a tall skyscraper a few blocks away. She smashed into an observatory deck, laying waste to all the tables she rolled into. After the dust had settled and all the civilians had fled, Blossom just lay there on her back under a few tables coughing for a few minutes. Apparently Butch didn't see where she landed, so she would have a few moments of peace to catch up on her breathing. She felt a constant throbbing in her gut that reminded her that she shouldn't be doing this. Just as she was slowly pushing a chair off of her forehead, it was all brutally thrown off. As she looked at the figured shadowed in the sunlight, Blossom got ready to tell Butch that she shouldn't be fighting like this in her condition. But before she could, another figure landed next to Butch.
Blossom slowly got up in confusion. Both round headed figures had something pointy on the top of their heads, so she knew one was Butch with his cowlick. Before she could think about it any further, one of the individuals decapitated the other.
Gasping, Blossom flew up so that she wasn't looking directly into the sun. And as soon as she did, she saw that she was hallucinating. There was nobody decapitating another person. The bright sun in her eyes must have been playing tricks on her. What she saw instead was an orange individual whom had only punched Butch in the head.
Before Blossom could sit up or anything, she saw a short face take place. She saw Butch getting punched repeatedly in the stomach and once again in the head. Then a weapon was pulled out of nowhere and sliced Butch on the head. Blossom could see bits and pieces of –
She rubber her eyes in disbelief. It couldn't be true, there was no killer. But when she opened her eyes again, there was the orange colored person, staring at her now. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She was only hallucinating again. But when she opened her eyes, there was the same person, only closer this time. It made no movements, just glared at her. It was unmoving, unchanging, and completely threatening.
Blossom blinked. When her eyes opened again, the killer was one leap closer to her. Her eyes going wide, Blossom blinked again with the killer closer again. She strained to keep her eyes open. They started to burn as she eyed the orange, malicious killer. It just sat there, not doing anything. Who was it? What did it want? What was happening? Blossom's eyes felt like they were going to explode, and she ended up involuntarily blinked once more. When her eyes were open again, she was face to face with a face she didn't expect to be facing.
"So, how was that Blossom?"
"Princess Morebucks!?!" Blossom shouted in shock, not believing the spoiled brat she hated and disliked was was was doing something!
"That's right, it's me!" She proudly snorted, prancing around in her orange suit she was wearing, including a large round helmet with a point on the top. "I told you I could be a Powerpuff Girl. Even more then that, I'm the best crime fighter to ever exist in this whole stinking city! Could you possibly think of anyone else who could do all I've done?"
" what?" Blossom stuttered, not sure of what to make of that comment.
"You have twenty four hours to decided." Princess demanded. "If I don't get to be a Powerpuff Girl, then there won't be any Powerpuff Girls!"
"What? Are you threatening to kill me if I don't let you join me?" Gasped Blossom.
But Princess didn't reply. She only smiled evil at Blossom, then flew off in a blazing flash.
"That little uhg!"
Blossom turned around to still see Butch alive. Princess had only chopped off a tuff of hair off the top of his hair. This still made him fuming mad. He held some of his black hair in his hands, a small bald spot on his head. Then he turned his furious gaze to Blossom.
"What was that about?" He snarled. "Now you have your old enemies helping you out to kill everyone in the world?"
"No! That's not what was going on!" Blossom yelled, fearing the situation just became worse.
"Well there's only one way to find out!" Butch said, then charged at Blossom, ready to pound her lights out. And he might have, if his brothers hadn't charged up and grabbed a hold of his arms.
"Dude, calm down!" Brick shouted to his struggling brother. "There's no need to fight like this!"
Butch struggled under their grip for a moment until he broke free, backing up away from everyone. He glared at his brothers, but particularly Blossom.
"This isn't over yet girl!" He threatened. Giving one last dirty look, Butch jumped off the building and flew off. Before he was out of distance, he shouted out, "And I'm not going to give up, no matter WHAT the cost is!"
Everyone sat on the wrecked deck for a while. Nobody could think of anything to say. It was a rather awkward moment. Eventually, Boomer turned to the group.
"I guess I'm going to head back to the bank now, okay?" He asked. Brick nodded in response, and Boomer left as well. Then Brick turned to Blossom.
"You all right Blossom?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She mumbled. "I just want to be left alone for a minute."
Brick looked at her for a moment, then left as well. Once she was all alone, she floated over to the railing and peered over the side. She looked down at the center, cars zipping by like the blood running through a body.
"What in the world is going on?" She asked out loud to nobody in particular, wondering what Princess was doing in an already mixed up equation.
The rest of the day went by with minimal interruptions, at least without little run-ins like this morning. Butch pretty much avoided everyone, lurking in the corners as of he was hiding some deadly secret. Boomer and Brick went about their daily business, mostly checking out the would be banks robbers (in more ways then one). There were no clues that would give the individual away, and there were no logical suspects either. At first they hoped that the video surveillance system would have picked up what happened, but the bank robbers had taken out all the cameras, obscuring the violence that took place. The only reason they knew that it was the same powerful person or persons, was that the victims left behind where in the same state as the Gangreen Gang.
Blossom had a much quieter day. She took many hours to fly around the city of Townsville to see what had changed and what had improved. The area had grown in four years, and many buildings had been destroyed, but many more were built or rebuilt. This gave her time to try and think up a connection between all of this. Butch, and quiet possibly many others, still thinks that she was the killer all those years ago. Someone killed the Gangreen Gang and some bank robbers. Someone tried to kill her last night. Princess said something about proving she was tough. Where was the connection?
Before she could find that link between everything, she realized what time it was. She needed to have dinner or something; she hadn't had sustenance all day long. Seeing that the Professor was probably worried sick about wondering where she was, she decided she better head home. Leaving her pink trail of light behind her, she arrived home as quickly as she could.
She could tell by the smell that everyone was having dinner. When she looked into the kitchen, she saw that they were cleaning up after finishing dinner. When the Professor saw her float into the room, he sighed happily, then looked at her sternly.
"Blossom, where have you been all day?" He asked.
Blossom's face fell towards the floor. "I'm sorry Professor." She unhappily mumbled. "I needed some time to think about everything that happened by myself. As I was taking a look around Townsville I I guess I kind of lost track of time and everything."
The Professor nodded in response, placing some of the dishes in the dishwasher. "Well, before any of us do anything else, we're all going to sit down right at this table and talk as a family until we get everything cleared up. Is that understood?"
All four of the kids silently agreed, and took their places at the table. Blossom was directly across from the Professor, seated between Brick and Boomer. Butch was on the opposite side giving her death stares constantly. She mumbled to herself, looking down at the table. Several utensils were still left next to her on the table; the cleaning up interrupted by this family meeting.
"Now to start off, I think we've all been put in a very awkward situation here." The Professor started off with, everyone turning his or her heads towards his face. "We didn't ask for us to be a family like this. These things just happen, as odd as they are. We do want to be a caring and loving family, working to not only help Townsville but also ourselves especially, don't we?"
"Yes." Everyone quietly said.
"It's obvious why were have some tension. Blossom will be having a hard time forgetting about your past. You three's former selves nearly killed her back then."
Blossom hung her head in shame. It felt like the Professor was singling her out and putting some of the blame on her. She knew that wasn't true, but these feelings just come. She rubber her hand along the corner of the table, trying to listen to what the Professor was trying to say. But she was finding that she had a hard time paying attention. She was almost falling asleep a few times. Chuckling to herself, she remembered having a hard time listening to past lectures by the Professor. He just had a calm and soothing voice.
As hard as she tried to keep her attention on the Professor only, Blossom reached over and picked up a steak knife next to her. She looked at it with curiosity. She knew what it was, that was a no giver. But somewhat board with the Professor's ramblings, she tried contemplating its existence. It had a handle and a blade. She looked even deeper. It had a black wooden handle and a silver blade. She looked even deeper. It had a smooth black wooden handle and a sharp silver blade.
The Professor continued on about how he thought that there would be great trust or something, Blossom continuing to dig deeper into the meaning of the knife. It was used to cut steak. Steak was the meat of a cow. Many things had meat in them. Humans had meat in them. So technically this blade could cut human. It all seemed obvious to her, but someone it felt that she was looking at it in a different way.
Stranger thoughts started going through her mind. She could easily picture the knife cutting up some beef as she slowly, very slowly spun the knife's tip on the table. She could see it, she could hear it, and she could sense it. Then her mind made a transaction. The common action and visual of the cow meat being sliced up piece by piece slowly turned into a human being incisioned instead. It was basically the same stuff, except the cow was cooked before hand.
"Blossom, why am I not surprised that you're paying attention?"
She looked up in surprise. Everyone was staring at her. She blushed slightly.
"I'm sorry, I guess my mind kind of wandered." She answered.
"Well we're not going to worry about that many more, are we?" The Professor strictly asked.
Blossom shook her head. Her mind was in so deep a tangent that she surprised herself at what she was thinking. Of course, she realized that it could happen with anything. After all, stare at a napkin long enough and you start thinking of messy hands, then maybe construction works or farmers. And who knows what ones imagination could take you from there?
"And in conclusion!"
With a start Blossom's attention turned back to the Professor. Her mind was drifting again. She forced herself to pay attention. The stuff the Professor was saying was of the uttermost importance. She just had to listen to what he would say next. This was supposed to be a family meeting after all, and she was part of this family.
"In conclusion," continued the Professor, "I think it's pretty obvious on how to fix our problems here. After all, it's all because of one simple problem. Blossom?"
"I'm listening Professor." She said, glad she didn't stop listening right before the Professor addressed her personally.
"One can easily see that you're kind of out of place here." The Professor grimly explained. "After all, I've known my boys for more then twice as long as I ever got to know you. We're a completely different family now Blossom, one that I can plainly and, unfortunately, see that you are unable to fit into anymore."
"You you I what?" Blossom said in astonishment, her full attention getting a hold of the words that were being told to her. "What do you mean I'm out of place?"
"Don't worry Blossom, I've thought this all out." He said, trying to calm her down. "I've had plenty of time to grow and learn while you were out of it for four years. My boys have too, and this is just too much of a shock for us to get used to, especially at times like these."
"Wait a minute!" Blossom spoke up. "What is it you are trying to tell me?"
The Professor took a few deep breaths while looking sadly at the floor, tugging at his shirt collar nervously. "Well, to be honest with you, I thought about putting you up for adoption."
"What!?!" Cried Blossom, not believing her ears. "You're going to put me up for adoption!?"
"I thought about it, yes." Nodded the Professor. "There you could find a different family in time. I'm sure some point down the road you could find a loving and caring family who would have time for you and to get to know you better."
Blossom looked around the table in shock. Everything, her home and family, all of it suddenly seemed to be slipping away. She looked around at all the walls, walls that held her own memories and security. They all appeared to be foreign to her now, aggressively trying to get her out of its life. The Professor kept his stir look on his face, while she couldn't even see Bricks, for it was downcast upon the floor. Boomer was silently looking the other way. While Butch on the other hand had his arms crossed, nodding in sinister agreement.
"I can't believe you would do this to me Professor!" Sniffled Blossom, a tear rolling down her scared cheek. "How could you abandon me like this? How could you just ship me off to an orphanage like this?"
"I said I only THOUGHT about that Blossom. I never said that I would do something that mean." The Professor confessed, leaning back in his chair. "I thought to myself, how could I be so cruel to the orphanage? And what about the family that could adopt you someday? No Blossom, I don't want to put them through so much pain."
"What ?" Grieved Blossom, rubbing the tears from her eyes.
"I mean look at you!" He declared, pointing to her body. "Your stomach needs months or years or healing and possibly more surgical attention to properly fix itself. You need constant medical supervision. The bills would be very high, turning many families away from ever loving you. You're way behind on your education. Plus on top of it all, you're no longer the pretty little girl you once were."
Blossom choked and gagged, coughing at the words she had just heard. She violently shook in her chair, tears simply pouring out of her eyes. How could the Professor ever say such such HORRID things like that? What happened to their relationship? How could he have ever stopped loving her so much?
"And so, I've come to this saddening yet firm decision." Continued the Professor, the tone of his voice dropping down. "I'm afraid you just aren't worth anyone's effort, and it's best that we take care of the problem ourselves before anyone else's heart gets broken. Boys?"
Before she could say or do anything, Boomer and Butch jumped out of their chairs and grabbed hold of one of Blossom's arms each. Looking at the two whom held her tightly, she suddenly realized what the Professor meant.
"NO!" She hollered as the two Rowdyruffs started dragging her out the back door. "Professor, don't let them do this! I love you!"
But the Professor turned his head away, a tear rolling down his face. He brushed it away, then placed his hand on Brick's head. "I'm just glad that my perfect little boy formula turned out correctly."
Brick looked up at the Professor and smiled. Then he looked back at Blossom and sighed unhappily. Just as she was almost out the door, Brick flew out of the kitchen and up the stairs, apparently to get something.
"I told you you'd never get away with this!" Hissed Butch into Blossom's ear. "It's about time the Professor saw that you weren't worth all the trouble. Now justice will finally be given!"
"No, I didn't do anything to deserve this, I've done nothing wrong!" Blossom frantically screamed as she struggled to break free from their grip. She could do nothing but kick and holler as the two of them dragged her to the back of the house and shoved her back up against the wall. Why couldn't Princess Morebucks come in and beat everyone to prove some point now instead of back there with just Butch. Wait, to prove a point?
"It doesn't matter what you've done." Boomer slowly and downheartedly admitted. "You heard the Professor. It's best this way."
"No it isn't!" Shrieked Blossom tugging on her arms. "You just can't end my life because of this! I'm still a person!"
"No, you're a failed experiment and a murderer!" Brick shouted.
"If you go through with this, then YOU'LL be the murderers!" Blossom yelled. Butch raised his hand to slap her face, but another hand reached out and caught it before it made contact.
"Leave her alone!" Brick commanded. "The Professor never said to torture her!"
Blossom looked to see Brick holding an all too familiar silver box that was up until now inside her room. It was the case of surgical tools the hospital had given them when she left. Brick now had the case unlocked and opened, the medical equipment gleaming in the bright light of a setting sun. Quite possibly Blossom's last sunset ever.
"Please don't do any of this Brick!" Blossom pleaded, teardrops flying off her face. "Just when we were finally getting to know each other, you have to go and do this? What kind of brother are you?"
Brick sniffed and quickly rubbed out the tears starting to fall from his own face. "I'm sorry Blossom, but it's the only way. The Professor is right, you're just to dangerous and and I'm so sorry!"
Blossom let out a huge moan of grief. Never had she suspected the end to come like this. Brick floated there before her, his face downcast, medical box open. Seeing that he was hesitating too much, Butch reached over and pulled out a bluish silver hook.
"Say Blossom " Teased Butch. "Do you know how long your intestines can stretch out?"
Letting out a blood-curtailing scream, Blossom pulled her arms in so hard that Boomer and Butch lost their balance. Then she jumped up and kneed both of them in the chin, followed by a kick in the face each. This caused both of them to loosen their grips enough for Blossom to escape. She dashed off as fast as she could, away for the horrors she had just encountered.
"What am I going to do now?" Blossom bawled. "I've lost everything! What can I turn to now?"
Meanwhile, a furious Butch had jumped back onto his feet and was fuming at Blossom. "Oh no you don't!" He hollered, and chucked the curved hook as hard as he possibly could.
Suddenly, Blossom found that she couldn't fly anymore. Her speed rapidly decreasing she was now falling from a hundred feet above the streets bellow. As hard as she struggled she couldn't gain any altitude. So all she could do was watch until she landed chest first into the road, cracking the pavement.
She immediately tried to jump up and at least try to run away, but she found that she couldn't stand up. In fact she couldn't even feel anything bellow her waist, although she did have a sharp sensation in her lower spine.
At first she felt like just lying on the road and crying, waiting for the three to come and finish her off. But no! She couldn't let it end this way. What kind of ending to the Powerpuff Girls era is this? After all she's been through, there was no way she was going to let it end, not now.
Gathering up all her strength, Blossom started crawling her way off of the road and into some nearby bushes. Tears fell down her face as she pulled her totally limp lower half of her body into the obscured hedges before the Rowdyruffs came around looking for her. And she got out of view just in time. Flying over head were the three boys, looking for her location. Brick was horrified that she was lying out here in pain, but Butch was anxious to finish his work. He swore that he had seen Blossom fall down around here after taking that painful hit, and they all dashed out of view.
Blossom sighed in relief. She was safe for now, but she knew that it wouldn't be for very long. She had to get out of the area. The Ruffs were fast, and would be back for her in no time. She looked down and realized she was sitting directly on a stick and didn't even know it. Reaching behind her, she realized the powerful hook was lodged in her lower spinal cord pretty deep. After muttering for a bit, she started bawling out loud.
Taking a deep breath Blossom threw her working arms on the ground and started clawing her way across the lawn she was laying in. She could hear the boys in the distance. No, don't let them come. Don't let them find me! Those were the only thoughts in her head as grass, dirt, and dead leaves brushed up against her face. Giving one last mighty heave with all her might, she flung her body through the basement window of the house she had crawler to.
Her flight power disabled, Blossom landed crashing into a bunch of boxes. Her legs and waist lay limply like an obscure rag doll, the rest of her desperately trying to get out. Eventually she just gave up, lying in the boxes unmoving. She covered her eyes with her hands, not even able to look at her battered self anymore.
Hours seemed to go by as she just lay there, crying softly to herself. Eventually, she started falling asleep. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. But just as she was finally starting to get a tiny bit of peace in the form of rest, she heard somebody walk slowly up to her.
"Blossom, are you asleep?"
Blossom's eyes shot open and she let out a huge gasp. She was no longer paralyzed and instead of someone's basement she was still sitting at the table with the Professor and the Rowdyruffs around staring at her. She looked and saw that even the steak knife she thought she was playing with was still where it originally was Overcome with emotion, Blossom jumped across the table and threw her arms around the Professor, knocking him out of his chair.
"Oh Professor, I must have fallen asleep and I had the worst nightmare ever and I can't believe it all happened but it didn't oh Professor I love you!"
Everyone looked at her in surprise. "Well uhm ... that's nice Blossom." The Professor said, not sure of what to make out of this sudden bust of emotions. "But it's time for you to go now."
"What?" Blossom said, jumping into the air. "What do you mean go?"
"You need to get your dinner." The Professor nervously said. "I know it's hard for you to tell anymore, or at least in your current condition, but you are seriously lacking nutrients, vitamins, and other things. That's why you feel asleep as soon as you sat down at the table."
"I did?" Blossom asked, looking at her brothers looking down on her with either concern for her or the Professor. Then she turned to the Professor, embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry I ruined our family talk then."
"Oh, we'll just have another one." He warmly said, cradling Blossom in his arms as best as he could and carrying her upstairs. "This just goes to prove why you shouldn't skip meals like this. You need all the strength you can get at times like this."
"Yeah " Blossom muttered, hoping nothing like that would ever happen again. "You do love me, don't you?"
The Professor was taken back by this question. Realizing he wasn't answering, the Professor quickly answered, "Of course I do, why wouldn't you think so?"
Blossom shrugged. "Just making sure I have the strength to get though times like this."
Although it was chilly outside, it was very nice inside the Utonium residence. Everyone was heading off to bed, if they weren't in it already. Several kids couldn't get to sleep right away though, for tomorrow was Halloween night! Most everyone had their costumes picked out, or a few figured that they'd do it later. Tomorrow night was candy night! Wow, the concept was mind boggling to some of the children as they stared at their ceilings. Townsville was great place to go for candy, it was great at giving much to all. In fact, Townsville was very much into Halloween. Into it, except for the carving of pumpkins. That tradition died away for obvious reasons.
And inside her room sat an individual that more then like despised the day more then anyone else.
Blossom sat in her bed, dressed in her pink nightgown and snuggled under her covers. She had another IV into her arm because of all that she missed during the afternoon. She had just awoken up from a nap and was passing some of the time away by writing in a diary. Although she never wrote in one before, she felt that now was the best time of any to write in one. There were plenty of thoughts going through her head that if she didn't get out to someone else somehow she might explode.
She was currently putting the scary details of the dream she had at the dinner table. It felt so real that she was almost afraid to go to sleep when the Professor had placed her in bed. But she was so exhausted from her condition and not having anything to eat all day that she fell right back to sleep again. There were no nightmares, just sleep so deep and peaceful that it brought nothing but comfort to the mind and the body.
Now she wrote away about everything filling her mind. Love and hate, answers and questions, joy and sorrow, but she was mostly trying to figure out what was going on. She sat there with her back against her pillow, chewing on the end of the pen. She keep going through the same things she had thought of over and over again. Butch, and quiet possibly many others, still thinks that she was the killer all those years ago. Someone killed the Gangreen Gang and some bank robbers. Someone tried to kill her last night. Princess said something about proving she was tough. She had said it all before, now she was saying it again, this time with more thought.
Princess could be behind it all, thought Blossom. She wanted to be a Powerpuff Girl more then anyone else. What better way was there to prove herself more by showing off her fancy fighting skills, and almost take the Powerpuff Girl leader out herself. And she could defiantly show that she could stop crime, based on how well the Gangreen Gang and bank robbers were stopped.
But Princess would never go that far and fierce to stop that one. Nobody would. Nobody in a right and sane mind would ever do such an unspeakable and horrific act. There was only one option left – a new killer. Someone else with no morals, no consciences, and no love for anything was on the loose. It was a horrifying thought to Blossom, especially if they really truly had the ax, last remaining weapon with the power to harm her.
This only raised more questions that she scribbled out on her paper. Why now? Why did this killer have to choose to wait until she came back? And why was she the one anyway? Why did the killer have to choose to attack her and try to killer her last night? And the most important question of all, who was it?
Stretching and letting out a yawn, Blossom started feeling sleepy again. At first she wanted to complain about doing nothing but sleep, but then she looked at what time it was. It was almost four in the morning. She had been up and thinking and writing for about five hours. She placed her book in her nearby dresser drawer, gently took the empty bagged IV needle out of her arm, and turned off the light. Then she pulled the covers up to her chin and cuddled herself up for some more good sleep.
Things became blurry, disoriented, and she didn't even notice. This was just falling asleep. The world slowly faded from existence, nothing meaning anything any more. Slowly, a few lingering thoughts floating through the brain, her whole body started to shut down to recharge herself.
Wouldn't you know it? Just when everything is fine, you find yourself tied up tightly on a table in some place you didn't know of.
Blossom looked around the room in confusion. Where in the world was she? It was too dark to see, but she could make out lots of shapes in the darkness. She struggled to move but was bound fast. As hard as she might, she couldn't get herself to move. Something was holding her down and doing a very good job at it too. After yanking for a few moments she just gave up. There was no way she was getting free. Her only hope was that someone would find her.
Trying to stay calm, Blossom looked around to see if she could figure out where she was. The room didn't look that big but it looked very crowded. Her first thoughts were that the large objects she saw in the background were some kind of deadly monsters, just watching her in anticipation for her to let get guard down. They sat there, unmoving and unchanging, waiting for some unexpected moment.
But Blossom knew better then to let the unknown scare her. She shook those foolish thoughts out of her head. None of those objects could hurt her. They were probably just furniture or something. Although she was nervous about what was happening, she wasn't scared by what she couldn't make out any more. That's probably why she freaked out so much when one did attack her.
Blossom's eyes went wide with fear, then imminently shut them in pain. Whatever it was, it had turned on an incredibly bright over her head. She tried to squint into the light to see what in the world was standing right next to her, but the brightness only allowed her to see a fuzzy and dark outline. But she could tell one thing – it wasn't some thing, it was someone.
Turning her head away from the light to give her aching eyes a break, Blossom finally realized where she was. Although everything had been rearranged and new equipment had been added, it was the Professor's laboratory he had in the basement. At first she was overjoyed. Someone could find her down here in the basement if they came looking for her! But those hopes were quickly shattered. Everyone was in bed and the lab was almost sound proof nobody could hear her scream.
The light moved away from Blossom's face and was raised up hirer so that she could actually see what was going on. Gathering up all her courage, Blossom turned to see who was standing next to her. One of the Rowdyruffs playing a trick on her? The Princess trying to prove something? Butch trying to prove something? The Professor? No, it was the worst thing she could possibly imagine.
The individual was floating next to the table Blossom was bound to, and it was about her height as well. It was wearing torn, black pants and a ripped up orange T-shirt. One of its short stubby little arms was holding the lamp that was just in her eyes, the other was holding the handle of something that looked like an ax. Dried blood was splattered all over this individual, including its large, round, pointy, orange, and carved head.
It was a killer with a blood stained and poorly carved pumpkin on its head.
Fear washed over Blossom like her whole body suddenly freezing at once. Her face became deathly pale and her panicking eyes became open wide. She shook her head in disbelief. Who could – why would – how where could why that what was going on? A large lump stuck in her throat as she tried to swallow, sweat dripping down her face. This guy had to be the one who killed everybody, and almost killed her as well.
The pumpkin stared at Blossom, it's hollow smile and eyes giving it horrifying shadows that fell across its haunting smile. It didn't move, especially the face that was just only a carving anyway. But its silence only filled Blossom's heart with more fear. The pumpkin on the wearer's head seemed to have a life of its own, its own voice laughing at her in the back of her mind. Blossom closed her eyes, trying to shake the image frozen into her brain. But it was no use, she could still see the same image of the same killer glaring down at her. Strangely, she didn't see it for real when she opened her eyes again.
The incredibly nervous Puff held her breath. Where did the killer go? It was right there, where did it dash off to? A burning sensation started filler her back and other side. What if the killer was right there, right now, right behind her staring at her? Her core of her soul froze, wondering if that malevolent foe was there, ax raised, ready so bring it down on her the instant she looked around to see it. She couldn't even find the strength to turn her eyes to see. She just sensed that ax ready to chop her up, the feeling so great that she knew it had to be true.
Nothing to loose, she whipping her head as fast as she could. There was nobody there. But there WAS somebody there, somewhere in the room. The feeling of relief quickly turned back to horror. It was hiding in the room hiding in the room in the room .
She started looking around as best as she could, still tied up by wrists and ankles. Her head could only get so high and swivel so far to look around. The pumpkin head was gazing at her shoulder anyway, so she didn't have to look long as it was. She did scream and fire her eye lasers spontaneously upon seeing that dreaded smile right in her face.
The killer recoiled from the blast, chunks of burnt pumpkin flying off in every direction. Holding the mask on its face, the killer realized its cover was now blow by a simple laser blast. It turned its head towards Blossom, shaking its head as if it were scolding her. Blossom only cringed at the sight of the smoldering and horribly disfigured pumpkin. Realizing it had no use for it, the killer that more then likely was behind everything that had been going on reached up, grabbed the rest of the pumpkin, and took it off of its head.
Blossom gasped in pure dread at what she saw. There was no preparation in the world that could have gotten her ready for such a gut wrenching, mind-bending, world blowing shock. It felt as if her whole soul had been torn out of the pit of her existence and her courage spilling out of her like an emptying bucket.
"You know Blossom, I've been thinking a lot even since these recent events began." Began the killer as it pulled bits of burn pumpkin off of its face. "My mind has gone off on many tangents, but they all end up coming back to the same topic – life and death. It's kind of funny really; people always compare the two as if they were equal opposites. But you know what? There's more death then anything else in this world. Because you're only alive for a few years, and then dead for eternity."
Seeing that Blossom was too shocked to reply, the killer chuckled merrily. "I can see you can't understand what is going on. I don't blame you. Your eyes and your mind can have huge arguments on trying to figure out something. I bet that's what's happening right now."
The killer leaned its face right up to the withdrawaling and perspiring face of Blossom, whispering, "How does it feel Blossom? How does it feel having your own mind betray you as well? Real life is one thing, but your own grasp of reality going haywire after seeing just one person? It must be purely terrifying!"
Blossom started mumbling, trying to ask too many questions at once. Smiling, the killer leaned even closer to Blossom and started inhaling. Blossom cringed at the site of this, the horrifying and unexpected figure doing something completely out of character. After taking a good whiff, the killer let out a sigh of delight.
"Do you know what that is Blossom?" The killer slyly said. "It is the smell of fear. Your mind is so shocked and confused it cannot come up with any rational thoughts. That brings about great fear, doesn't it? It makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?"
The killer leaned back after a pause, then shouted, "Does it make you as uncomfortable as I am, see you walking around like this after only seeing you asleep in a hospital bed for four years? As said, it's just strange to see a member of the family whom you're seeing for the first time awake in four years."
Blossom turned her head away, quivering. A large tear rolled out of her eye and down her face from overwhelming fear and tragedy. She cringed as the killer pulled out the ax and wiped the tear off with the blade. It gazed curiously at the salty water droplet on the weapon, then sighed unhappily.
"And now we have emotions of sadness." The killer said in its raspy voice. "Why is that? You are crying out of fear for me, out of sadness that I would do this to you? After all we've been through and after how well we've finally been getting to know each other. And to think Blossom, you liked me more then the others."
The killer shrugged, leaning on Blossom's head. "Oh well, you know what they say – you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your relatives. You know what that's all about, don't you. Wake up to find a different family. You just can't accept the situations you've given, that's why you never liked me."
Blossom looked up to the killer in shock at that. "I never said anything like that!" She said. "You must have hated me first! And now look at all you've done!"
The killer shrugged again, then pulled out a red baseball cap, placing it on its head. "Blossom, Blossom, Blossom . I'm surprised at you! At least I am at first. I wonder how can Blossom be so stupid to not see what's happening, let alone see what's REALLY going on. Now look at what you forced me to do."
"I didn't force you to do anything!" Blossom shouted, straining to reach out and punch her captor, yet still afraid of seeing it. "You're just crazy, crazy like –"
"Please Blossom, there's no comparison to anyone for me!" Laughed the killer, prancing around the table like some loon. "That's the whole point of everything I'm doing, can't you see it yet?"
"All I can see is you down here with me, and that's impossible. I won't believe it!" Blossom grumbled. "And I can also see you disrespecting Brick's hat!"
The killer stared at Blossom, then pulled off Brick's hat. "What is you're problem girl? I though since you liked him anyway as the favorite of all of us, it would open up more doors for conversation. Besides, I like my brother's hat, do see why he got one. Not my color though."
Blossom closed her eyes to try and shield everything out. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be real. Although she could see this person doing it out of all the rest of the options, it was still mind-boggling.
"I know you hate your family." Continued the killer, black hair now free from underneath the hat. "So I guess that's the reason I brought you down here. You're so mean to them, having my brothers Brick and Boomer save you earlier today instead of finishing the fight yourself. But I gotta admit, even though it hurt, that move you did with the broken half of the flagpole was really cool! Man, I guess I underestimated you each time we fought."
"Well our last fight was pretty impressive, wasn't it?" Blossom growled, the memories bringing a quick amount of anger surging though her. "Tell me, how did you even survive, Buttercup?"
"I survived by fending for myself for four years, knowing that there would be no way to turn to anybody since they thought I was dead! I had to survive on my own, living in the cold almost starving to death while dealing with my own massive injury myself! And the whole time, where were you? In a nice warm comfy hospital with trained medical professionals waiting on you, the Professor and the Rowdyruffs coming to visit you all the time! And all I could do was try and stay alive long enough till you came around, then I could see the expressions of shock on your face once again when you see me standing here like I am now!!"
Blossom turned her head, no longer able to stare into her sister's cold and glaring eye anymore. Angrily, Buttercup jumped up onto the table and stood over Blossom. She grabbed Blossom by her hair and forced her to stare into her face.
"How does it look Blossom?" Buttercup roared, her voice scratchy and worn. "You're lucky you know. A shirt or something can easily cover up your wound. How am supposed to cover up half of my head?"
As hard as she tried, Blossom couldn't help but try and turn away. A huge scar, the size of the ax blade Buttercup was still holding, was imbedded down the left side of Buttercup's face. This included going straight non-stop through her left eye, leaving behind a dead optical orb. She also noticed the other smaller scar on Buttercup's left arm from the same night and same weapon. Buttercup noticed Blossom gazing at her injures, then chuckled merrily.
"It's kind of strange, when you think about it Blossom." Buttercup said, curiously looking at that dreadful ax she was holding up in front of Blossom's face. "This is just an ax, a blade, a wedge, made with an extra slow incline and some special materials. All this leads up to a cutting edge so sharpened and so impenetrable that it can slice even the strongest of all skins – ours. And yet one looks at this and wonders this one single solitary device has made three slices in only a few feet radius around it. My arm, your face "
Taking a pause with a sad look on her face, Buttercup eventually looked up with rage and shouted, "And the whole side of my face!!"
"It was only self defense!" Blossom shouted. "You were trying to kill me, I had to stop you! You were crazy!"
"Do you know what it's like to find yourself dead?" Buttercup suddenly asked, taking Blossom by surprise. "I know what it feels like. One moment you have an ax being forcefully lodged into your skull by rushing water, set free by you dear sis, and the next thing you know you're trapped in a confined box unable to move at all."
Buttercup moved her mouth right up to Blossom's ear and hissed, "Trust me Blossom. If you thought I was crazy back then, you should see me now after I've been buried alive!"
"But that's impossible!" Blossom argued, Buttercup jumping off the table. "Surly the doctors or morticians or somebody would have noticed that you were still alive!"
"Everyone was too busy worrying about you!" Buttercup shouted, pointing to Blossom's stomach with the ax. "I must have just been in a far deeper coma then you or something, because they just tossed me in a box and buried me away, not knowing what they were doing."
She leaned closer to Blossom. "Did you know that at the morgue, they suck out your blood and replace it with embalming fluids? Lucky for me, they didn't have any interments strong enough to break through my skin. Oh! And speaking of which "
Buttercup disappeared from Blossom's point of view. Groaning in disbelief, Blossom lay her head back in bewilderment. She was not expecting this. She was not expecting to suddenly find herself in this dizzy world, the end of her life, the end of everything she gets to do on Earth approaching fast. When she heard Buttercup returning she turned her head to look, but wished she hadn't when she saw a familiar silver box that was unlocked.
"It's a shame that only the ax survived." Sighed Buttercup as she looked around the box she had brought. "That knife made of the same stuff would have been a great tool for my needs, but they melted it down. They also destroyed that lovely pole used to make that nice hole in your stomach. But alas, they had to get rid of that too. And now we're down to only one of the original weapons."
Then she spun around, showing the contents of the box. "But now we have these amazing NEW weapons which we can use to explore other graphic ways to take someone apart! I ought to thank the Professor and those doctors who turned those two weapons into all of these medical tools that can be used on super heroes like us. And now the weapons that saved your life will end it. Wow, laugh at that irony with me!"
Blossom's eyes went so wide that it practically looked like she had nothing on her face but then. Needles, knives, and several other medical tools gleamed in the night inside the box. And when Buttercup pulled out a scalpel, she started shaking uncontrollably. Buttercup grinned evilly at the site of this.
"Why my dear Blossom, whatever is the matter with you?" Laughed Buttercup as she slowly approached her sister, blade in hand. "What is it that makes you so afraid of this tiny little piece of metal on the end of a handle? It seems rather silly in relative terms. However "
With that, Buttercup thrust the blade into Blossom skull, at least that's what it looked like at first. When Blossom opened her eyes again, she saw the knife was resting right against her left temple off to the side of her forehead. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and even over the edge of the scalpel that was pressing against her. Buttercup looked at this with much curiosity, rotating the blade in her hand. Blossom's whole body could feel the tip less then an inch away from certain doom.
"This whole powerful Powerpuff body, able to be taken down by someone tapping hard enough on the end of this knife." Observed Buttercup in a scientifical manner. "Have you ever wondered why that is? Bodies are very powerful and amazing structures, everything it needs to stay alive. But if one part is broken, it completely messes up the rest of the system."
Blossom was about to move her head away when Buttercup warned her not too. "Naughty Blossom, you wouldn't want me to slip now, would you? I'd hate to have to let you loose your only life just because I made a tiny mistake involuntarily. Kind of like launching a whole space shuttle with the push of one button – something insignificant effects the most significant thing possible."
Buttercup violently yanked the blade away, causing Blossom to let out a huge sigh of relief. But it was only short lived, because then Buttercup sat down on the table next to her. Buttercup squinted at Blossom with her one eye, her dark and matted hair dangling in her eyes. After glaring for a moment, Buttercup laid the side of her head down on Blossom's chest. Blossom took in a huge breath of air, spooked not knowing what was going on. Nothing but silence filled the room for what felt like the longest time. Blossom lay there, her supposedly dead sister now with her head on her holding a tiny instrument in her hand. The silence was to great, even though it was only a short time.
"Wha what are you doing?" Blossom nervously asked.
"Listening to your heart beat." Buttercup mumbled, not missing her counting. "I find it fascinating you know. It usually has a constant rate, although it's been changing a bit recently. That simple love-duv beating goes on and on from birth to death. If your mind wasn't so busy going about doing other things, you could hear it. Do you hear it Blossom?"
Blossom cringed, not wanting to answer. But it was automatically answered for her. Not only could she hear her own heart pounding away, she could feel it. It pumped fast and furiously though her body, frightened over what was going on. But most importantly, what was going to happen next?
"It seems so irrelevant, just one person's heart beating." Buttercup continued on. "Everybody has one pumping the precious blood throughout their bodies. Why should we go oooh' and aaaah' to something simple everyone has?"
She sat up off of Blossom and looked straight into her face. "I know what you're thinking, and the answer is yes. I have been thinking my whole life. You were the good girl of the family, I was the bad girl. But I was a really REALLY bad girl, as you've seen. I'm also a really good liar, as you have also seen. I'd lay awake at night, listening to my sisters softly breathe next to me. It made me want to cry, the repetitive motion continuing on and on forever until the day you die. It's happening to every person alive in this world right now, right now! There's so many, going on and on over and over, it drives me crazy! So I figured, why not have some fun with them!"
"Fun ?" Blossom quietly asked.
Buttercup reached over and grabbed a hold of Blossom's right wrist. Then she used the super sharp scalpel to make a deep incision. All the blood drained out of Blossom when she heard that slicing sound, the horrifying fear of her death now signed upon us. Her arm became limp, she couldn't move it. It was dying. But when she looked up, she saw that Buttercup was still holding her arm in tact, she had only used the blade to cut the bindings that where holding her arm. She gasped in shock when Buttercup put the scalpel aggressively against her wrist for real, however.
"I mean, look at it Blossom!" Buttercup said as if she wasn't doing anything wrong. "With one quick yank I can cut of the supply of blood to your body. In one flash it will be over, and your fluids will drain out, cup by cup, pint by pint, quart by quart, and finally gallon by gallon. The body only moves the blood, it does nothing to stop it from spilling out like mad. And in the end, there won't be any left to keep you alive."
"No Buttercup don't please ." Blossom pleaded, tears falling from her eyes.
"What? Why not?" Buttercup asked, shocked. "I mean, there's so many other humans in this world, why should I have to worry about sparing one of their lives? Did I spare the Gangreen Gang's or the bank robber's lives? No! Why should I? There are plenty of other hearts beating and organs working."
"You did that?" Blossom asked. "How could you be so cruel and unjust?"
Buttercup threw down Blossom's arm, releasing her from the icy grasp of death once more. "I find myself just in my ways because I say so, nothing else comes to mind. I'm cruel because there's no reason why to not be. I mean, I don't feel any remorse, any pity, or any sympathy. I'm not seeing any reasons to do so either way."
Buttercup slid off the table, so that she was standing at the foot of it, looking up at a terrified Blossom. Blossom kept shaking her head in doubt. It can't be true, it can't be true. Her own twin sister How can anybody be like this? Before she could repeat the question any more, Buttercup made an announcement.
"I could have fun other ways you know." She said calmly. "For example, I'm going to have great fun torturing you. You will be tortured, taunted, hunted down, the whole works in stalking. It'll just be like it was the past few days, but this time you'll know for yourself that I am lurking in every shadow. Now you just have to guess at which shadow it is, and what I'm going to do to you this time. In fact, the first thing you should ask when I'm gone is if I'm really right behind you at that very moment! And I'll just keep going on and on until you finally loose your mind! Soiling your name with crimes I do is a great fun as well. Wait till you see what I'm going to do in a few moments!"
Blossom looked at her sister in confusion. "Wait does that mean you're letting me go?"
Buttercup looked at Blossom with a confused expression on her face, cocked her head, then started laughing. She laughed and laughed for what seemed like hours. The world seemed to be spinning as Buttercup chucked with glee, as if it was the funniest thing she had ever heard. She eventually stopped and became dead serious with an expressionless look on her face. It was the same instant she forcefully drove the scalpel into Blossom' hip.
Gasping for air, Blossom sat up in the pitch-blackness of the room. She looked around panting, sweat simply pouring down her face. She was no longer in the Professor's lab, but in her own room. There was no sign of Buttercup, the scalpel, or the bindings that had he bound.
It was all just a dream a horrible, horrible dream.
Blossom lay back down on the bed, breathing out a huge sigh of relief. She wiped the perspiration off of her face. That was the second horrifying nightmare she had had in the same day, both of them dealing with some very terrifying topics. She started to wonder if she would ever be able to sleep again. Sliding out of bed, Blossom left to do what everyone did in situations like this – get a drink of water.
Floating through the halls, Blossom had no time to think about whether they were scary or anything. Her mind was still shaken up after that whole ordeal, and she was still trying to get a grasp on reality. Buttercup couldn't be alive. She had been dead and buried for four years, the Professor said so.
Inside the bathroom, Blossom filled up a cup and took a drink, her mouth rejoicing at the cool feeling of a liquid. Wiping the lingering water off her lip, she put the cup down and started going over what was really happening. After all, that whole dream bent her perspective of reality, and now she had to get it back on track.
As she started thinking about Butch and Princess something punched her in the stomach, harder then she had ever felt it before. She doubled over in pain, wondering who in the world did that. When an even sharper and longer lingering burst of pain rocked her body, she realized that nobody was beating her up, her stomach was beating herself up.
"Oh no what have I done?" Blossom cried, as her agitated stomach went through violent convulsions as is futilely tried to keep the new contents down. And in the end, not only were those contents heaved out, but the container holding them as well.
Letting out a scream, Blossom felt a new sensation she hadn't felt in a while – reality. She looked and saw she was staring at the ceiling of her room. Her stomach was in tact, everything was perfectly fine.
"No way " Blossom mumbled, wiping the REAL sweat off her forehead. She had always heard about people having double dreams, where you have a dream then dream you woke up but didn't, but this was the first time she had one. But just to double check, she reach over and pinched her arm. Yelping from the pain, she knew that she was really REALLY awake this time.
"This is going to drive me insane." Blossom muttered, feeling her bed soaked with her sweat. She looked at the clock and saw she had been asleep for almost two hours, plenty of time to have a dreamt hat horrible. She even pinched herself again, just to make sure she was really awake. But she knew that this was all real. Thinking back to how she normally felt and how she just felt during that dream, she just knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was up. You know the difference between dreams and reality.
Blossom twitched uncomfortably. Her leg was cramped, must've slept on it wrong. She threw the covers back to get out of bed and get some fresh air. She was surprised to see that there was an actual reason for her left leg going cramp – there was a scalpel in it.
Flinging herself into the air and gazing down in dread, Blossom's body felt far away from itself. The long handle was all that could be seen; the actual blade plunged deep into her hip. No matter which way she turned, there it was swinging with her as if it was a part of her body. And technically it was, seeing as how the knife went so deep that it was lodged into the bone of her thigh. But that wasn't the scare part, Blossom knew what was the scariest part of them all.
She didn't have a double dream. Buttercup was alive and attacked her. Then she must have passed out and only had that second dream.
Dizzy, she stumbled out of her room gasping for air and grasping the instrument for medical reasons. As she call out in fear, everyone in the house came running out of bed to see what was going on. They swarmed around Blossom as she spun around, the whole world spinning. The voices came from every direction as they tried to figure out what was going on.
"What's going on?"
"Oh my – Blossom, what happened?"
"Don't pull it out, call an ambulance!"
"Bring her to a hospital!"
"How did this happen?"
"Blossom, who did this to you?"
Not being able to take it any more, Blossom took a deep breath and shouted out, "IT'S BUTTERCUP!! She's not dead, she's alive! She was the killer all those years ago! And now she's back to haunt me until she gets her revenge!"
Everyone looked at her and each other in confusion. But before any of them could ask anything, Blossom passed out, only adding to the confusion even more.
End of Part Three
