Pumpkinpuff Ghoul II
written by "Lord" Andy
Part Four
At long last, it was October 31st, Halloween day. While some adults treated it as just another day in this crazy old mixed up thing called life, some were still busy setting up things to get ready for tonight. It was the only day in the entire year where one could forget about everything that's right, and have fun with all those things that can be summed up in one word – spooky.
Kids spent the day talking about what plans they would follow to gather the most candy in the time that was allowed for them to travel. Some did their daily work, which included everything from watching television to playing videogames. Some raked leaves into piles, some jumped into the piles. And some adults did both. But the real meaning of Halloween was clear to everyone in Townsville – a day meant where you could guiltlessly eat candy.
But alas, candy was not on everybody's mind on this day. Some were doing their jobs. Take for example, the workers in the hospital in Townsville. They currently had several people to look after, one of which being that all too familiar face of Blossom. She had been brought in early morning with a wound in her hip. She was also hysterical, babbling non-stop about the killer being back. They eventually gave her something to calm her down and she ended up sleeping for a while, as if she hadn't slept all night.
While she rested they removed the scalpel and bandaged up yet another injury. They decided that it would be best if she stayed until the next day to make sure that she wasn't still upset over what happened, as they put it. They had also requested two police officers guard her at all times to help Blossom not worry about the killer coming back, as they put it. By about early afternoon Blossom finally awoke. The Professor was waiting in the room so he saw her immediately.
"Good morning Blossom." The Professor quietly said, putting his magazine down and picking his cane up. "I hope you're feeling better now."
"I am Professor." Blossom shyly said, turning her head away from the Professor as he sat down next to her. Neither of them said anything for a while, either not knowing what to say or how to say it. Before any of them could, a nurse walked in to check up in the Puff. When she saw Blossom turn and look at her, she took a step back. She had looked nervous when she was walking in, now she almost looked scared.
"Oh, I see you're up." The nurse nervously said, slowly exiting the room. "I'll I'll go let the doctor know."
"Yes, you go do that." The Professor added. The nurse quickly left the room, leaving the two alone again. The Professor looked down at Blossom under the covers and still dressed in her pink nighty. She moved the gaze of her eyes out of his own.
"First of all Blossom, I don't want anything anyone says to get you down, do you hear me?" The Professor gently said. "If you don't know this already, there are a lot of rumors going on about you, and I don't want you to pay any attention to them."
"It's okay Professor, I know." Blossom assured him, still looking sadly away from the man. "Everybody thinks I'm the killer. That's why everyone is so scared around me and they have those two police officers guarding the door."
The Professor's face fell to the floor. "Yes, some people do. A lot of people are scared because it's exactly four years ago tonight the first killer attacked. If you'd remember, this is the same hospital where it all ended too."
"And now everybody thinks I'm going to start killing everybody." Blossom said, looking frustrated at the Professor. "Or worse yet, they think I'm already killing. Everyone thinks I killed the Gangreen Gang, those bank robbers, and something else that just happened last night."
The Professor looked to her in surprise. "Yes, the boys are investigating it right now. How did you know that?"
"The killer told me last night." She answered.
His mind thinking about all of this, the Professor sat with a concerned look on his face for a while. "And you think this killer is Buttercup?"
"No Professor," Blossom said in a dark voice. "I KNOW that it's Buttercup!"
"Now look Blossom, I believe that the killer is back, or a new one is coming." The Professor pointed out. "It attacked you last night like the night before, and you just had some nightmare about it."
"NO! That one was not a nightmare!" Blossom shouted, sitting up in bed. The two police officers peeked into the room, but the Professor waved them back with his hand.
"What do you mean that one' wasn't a nightmare?" He asked.
"Well " Blossom fell silence. "I have had a few other really realistic and horrifying things that happened to me, and they just turned out to be dreams."
"Maybe you just had a dream that time too, and you only think it was Buttercup." Suggested the Professor.
"But " Blossom threw herself back down on the bed, her arms spread, bouncing a few times and looking up at the ceiling. That couldn't have been a dream, could it? It seemed so real, but then so did all the others. Was she still dreaming now? Did she have only a half an hour to live before her internal organs boiled over? Was the Professor going to pull his face off then start eating her own? Or was Buttercup really alive, and waiting underneath the bed to make a couple of more deep gashes on her when she wasn't paying attention?
"Look Blossom, I think it's best for everyone if you just stay here just for tonight." Suggested the Professor. "Just work with everybody now until they can put all their fears aside, and we find the real true killer behind all of this. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Letting out a small breath of sadness, Blossom agreed with the Professor. He smiled at her until one of the doctors walked in and asked if he could speak to him in private. Blossom could also see the police chief standing behind the doctor, looking a bit saddened over something.
"I have to go now Blossom." The Professor whispered to her so that they couldn't hear him. "They're probably not going to let me come back any time soon. They're trying to keep visitors to you to a bear minimal today."
"That's okay, I understand." She quietly replied with.
"Is there anything you need?"
"I could use my diary in my dresser."
The Professor nodded in understanding, rubbed her hair lovingly, then got up to leave. He gave her one last smile before shutting the door behind him. Blossom lay there quietly for a while, staring at the ceiling and thinking about everything. At this point, she was starting to doubt her own sanity.
"So it all comes down to this, huh Blossom?"
Sitting up in bed in shock, Blossom was amazed to see that someone had been hiding behind the door the whole time. Before she could react, the individual leaped at Blossom. She tackled her at the two of them thrashed about, trying to gain or keep the upper hand in the fight. The next thing Blossom knew was that someone's hands were around her neck, choking her. As hard as she pulled, she couldn't break the intruder's grip.
"I warned you, oh how I warned you!" The person said, her arms tight around Blossom's throat. "I gave you twenty four hours. If I can't be a Powerpuff Girl, then there won't BE any Powerpuff Girls!"
Blossom looked up at Princess with her large eyes before they rolled back into her skull. Princess gave a few good final squeezes to the Puff's neck before throwing her limp body on the pillow. She grabbed hold of Blossom's arm. There was no pulse. In a completely unexpected and unfair move, she was no more.
Princess Morebucks stood in her power suit, overlooking Blossom's lifeless body just lying there. She glared angrily at the Puff for quite some time, before she eventually cracked a smile.
"Oh well, I think this way is better." She said as she started flying out of the room through the window. "After all, why should I settle for being a Powerpuff Girl when I can show everyone that I am far superior to all! Besides, now that she's gone, I can take all the credit for the killings that she did! I am now by default the champion over all three Powerpuff Girls, the Gangreen Gang, that bank robbery, and whatever else she did last night."
Laughing to herself, the credit stealing egotistical brat left the hospital. Behind lay the key behind the whole mystery, which now looked like it had been lost forever.
Things just weren't going Blossom's way today.
Unaware of what had happened, the Rowdyruffs went about their business. They had just finished checking up the latest murder of the killer. This time a group of arsonists at the museum were stopped in the same way as the others. At this rate, there would never be crime again in Townsville, at least at night that is.
All three were home along now; the Professor was still at the hospital. They needed a break after checking out a third mutilation of would-be-criminals. Boomer was finishing up the last bits of his Halloween consume. He was going as a giant robot, and was drawing on a few more buttons and switches to the giant box he would be wearing. Butch was just going as a ninja, that way he could beat people up and say he was just in character. Brick, however, wasn't going at all. He originally planned to just stay with the Professor and give out candy. Candy giving was the only thing the Professor did on Halloween these days anyway. He was now just pacing around the living room thinking.
"I just don't see why you don't get extra candy for better costumes." Boomer said, making sure the bonus candy holding bags were set inside the actual costume for optimal candy holding. "I mean, mine are always better the Butch's stuff. I mean, what's so exciting about a ninja."
"Who cares." Butch said half heartily, not looking up from the television set. "You're just obsessed with junk food maybe even more then me."
"I doubt that, you ate all you candy last year before we even got home!" Continued Boomer, even though nobody was paying any attention to him. "Where should we go to tonight Butch? We better hit the candy store man's place this year. He always gives the best stuff. Plus he can take a rainbow –"
"How can you think about candy when our little sister is killing everybody left and right?" Interrupted Butch, glaring at his brother.
Brick rolled his eyes the instant Butch brought it up. Before he could bring a word in, his two brothers started arguing between themselves.
"Come on, why would Blossom kill all those people?" Boomer asked, turning from his box drawing to his arrogant brother. "She's only what, five of six even though she looks nine or ten?"
"Maybe that makes it even worse." Butch grumbled, still not looking at Boomer. "Maybe she thinks it's okay and now we have a deadly killer with super powers on the loose."
"Then what about last night?"
"With the scalpel?" Laughed Butch. "She just did that to herself. That happened a half-hour after the murders took place, so she could have easily pulled off the job, come back, and injure herself for a horrible alibi. That's what happens when you're so messed up in the mind. I'm surprised she was able to pull off those three jobs without showing her true colors – that of a cold blooded killer!"
"She is not!"
"Don't cry over the fact that she was created as our sister!" Butch shouted, finally getting off the couch and pushing his brother down. "While she's in the hospital, I hope somebody kills her to save Townsville from any more horror!"
"Butch, can I talk to you for a minute?" Brick suddenly said, walking between the two while motioning his brother to follow.
"Oh oh, looks like Blossom's only friend is going to try and boss me around!" Butch taunted with a little dance. "What in the world is he going to say to me to change my mind."
Brick said nothing, just silently floated through the house and into the hall away from Boomer. Boomer shrugged it off, then went back to working on his costume. Butch happily flew with Brick till they both were in the darkness alone. Brick stopped and turned to his brother with a blank expression on his face.
"So bro what do you want to talk about, hmm?" Butch taunted. "Wait, let me guess, Blossom isn't fast enough? Blossom knows better then that? No no, I got it! I shouldn't be saying these things without more proof. Well let me tell you, I have enough proof to –"
Suddenly Brick grabbed Butch by the collar of his shirt. Letting out a cry of surprise, Butch was slammed against the wall and held there, his brother giving him the coldest stare ever.
"Let me tell you a few things about Blossom Butch." Roared Brick. "Have you ever seen her eat dinner, breakfast, or anything at all?"
"Well, no " Butch confessed. "But what does –"
"She doesn't eat because she can't." Continued Brick. "Whomever attacked her four years ago shoved a metal pole in and out her stomach. It practically brushed against her spinal cord, which would have paralyzed her for the rest of her life. In the end, her stomach got messed up so bad, it still isn't fixed today. If she was to eat anything solid, she could reopen all her wounds in her stomach wall. Besides a few liquids, she can't stick anything in there!"
"What? That's impossible!" Protested Butch, struggling under his brother's grip. "How can she stay alive without eating?"
"What do you think all those IV bags are for?"
Butch opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't say anything. After a few seconds, he blurted out, "I don't believe you. You're just saying this to make me feel bad. She can't live forever on just IVs!"
Leaning close to his brother's face, Brick whispered, "And who said she could anyway?"
Butch was without an answer. After a few moments, his brother let him down. Butch straightened out his shirt, then stood there in silence for what felt like forever.
"The doctor's still don't know if Blossom's going to make it." Brick confessed. "The Professor told me last year, but didn't want anyone else to know. She had lots of internal bleeding, and some of the injuries haven't been fixed yet."
Butch paced the hall back and for in disbelief. He turned to Brick to say something, but nothing came out. Eventually, he finally said, "Well why don't they fix it?"
"Because it's to hard to find everything that's wrong, let alone how to get in to fix it." Brick said, sadly. "She's a Powerpuff Girl, medical tools and equipment to work on her are hard to come by. The doctors and the Professor were only able to make a few utensils they used to patch her midsection back up which saved her life. She should have died on that operating table, but miraculously she lived. Now the Professor has been struggling to get more of the metal used for the tools."
"Why don't you just ask Mojo-Jojo, the creator of the weapons?"
"They did, but he says that there is no more."
"So what you're saying is that since Blossom isn't human, they can't fix her, and she's going to die?"
"They don't think she will die. She'll just never be back to her full potential until they find a way to get into her and patch a few things up. In other words, she can't do any serious crime fighting. She doesn't even know this yet. Nobody has the heart to tell her that after being in a hospital for four years, she's still not better."
The two of them stood in silence for a while. After a while, Butch finally spoke up.
"Why are you telling me this anyway?" He asked. "I mean, this doesn't make me stop thinking she killed her sisters, and now is killing again."
"I never said I was going to change your opinion." Brick answered. "I just wanted to point something out."
"And that would be?"
"You have a theory that Blossom is the killer, and since you have evidence in your mind, fine! The only problem is that you are being very, very hard on Blossom. You've taunted her, teased her, and even fought her. If she is the killer, then you just might be justified in your methods. But if you're wrong and she isn't the killer, then boy you sure are making her life a living hell more then ever before!"
Butch fell silent again. For the first time in his life, he actually felt sorry for his sister. He wandered around in the hall in thought, his brother just standing there.
"Look, I'm sorry that I'm so mean to Blossom." Butch eventually said. "Even though I know she's the killer, I'll try and be a little nicer to her in case she isn't."
"Thank you Butch." Brick calmly said. "It's Halloween night, the four year mark for that horrible event. I'm sure Blossom's getting a bunch of distrust and anger in the hospital."
"Yeah . I'll see what I can do." Butch mumbled. "How long is she going to be in the hospital anyway?"
"Just for tonight if all goes well." Brick said.
"Which they aren't."
The two looked to see Boomer, a scared look on his face. "Dad just called to ask if Brick could bring her the diary she had in her dresser. Halfway through he got interrupted. I think Blossom's dead."
That was all he needed to say before all three of them were off to the hospital.
Off on the other side of Townsville were the rich people lived was a happy Princess Morebucks. She was lying on her bed, still in her suit minus the helmet. She was laughing to herself, and was thinking of all the glory she could get in being the strongest and most powerful person in Townsville.
"And to think, just yesterday I was only the richest and most beautiful person in the world." She said out loud in her giant room. "Now I'm going to be the richest, most beautiful, and most feared person in all the world!"
Getting up and prancing about her room, she started fantasizing about all the wonderful things she would be getting. "I can see it now! My name in history books, declaring me the most powerful individual in existence, taking out the three greatest super heroes of all time! Nobody will ever make fun of me for any reason again. All will bow to their superior, ME!!"
Laughing, she grabbed a remote control and turned on her 104" television. "Now to see if the news is declaring what is soon to be my glory!"
She smiled with glee when she saw reporters standing outside the hospital Blossom was in. She couldn't stop giggling when she saw in the corner the words Terror in Hospital'. She just couldn't wait until she could get all this power and glory to herself.
"We are here with you live outside of the hospital in Townsville." The reporter Iesee Yorbreifs (a strange reporter indeed, if you know what I mean) reported. "Tragedy has struck here, tragedy against our beloved Powerpuff Girl, Blossom."
"Excellent, I haven't missed a thing!" She snickered with evil joy.
"You would think that the hospital would be a safe place to abide." Continued the reporter, walking around the outside steps of the building. "But it is in this place that somebody broke into and made an attempt to end Blossom's life."
"WHAT!?!" Princess hollered, all her fame and power fading away. "She didn't die?"
"Nurses walking in about a half an hour ago to find her unconscious in her room, not breathing. They quickly issued CPR and got her breathing again. Although she is shaken up, doctor's said that she'll be just fine. Unfortunately for authorities, she doesn't remember who the villain was."
The reporter sniffed back a tear and gave the camera a thumbs up. "You hang in there Blossom! I'm pulling for ya girl!"
Growling like a furious animal, Princess turned off the TV and threw the remote on the floor. She stared off into space for a while in deep thought, pouting her bottom lip off. After pacing back and forth for a second, she tossed her body on the ground, then started punching and kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs.
"It's not fair!" She cried, pounding fists. "I wanna be a scary and terrifying person whom everybody obeys! I can't do that unless I defeat the person who is the real killer! What does she have that I don't have anyway?"
After bawling for a few more minuets, Princess jumped up ran out of the room crying for her Dad. There was only one thing to do. She was going to spare no expense, sell everything, mortgages, loans, anything and everything she could to get her most powerful suit even stronger. And it had to be ready for tonight.
A new reign of terror was to begin, and she was going to be leading it. And nothing was going to stop her until she was the best and most forceful individual of every single thing.
Cameramen and reporters were escorted out of the building by police officers. The only people allowed in Blossom's room were her family. Blossom was perfectly okay, besides some marks on her neck. She was also pretty shaken up over what had happened, so visitors were to be kept to a minimal.
The Rowdyruffs arrived there as soon as they could. But by the time they could get into the hospital, they had given Blossom something to help her get some rest. Luckily the Professor had some time to see if she was okay, and the police chief to ask her a few questions.
"How is she doing Dad?" Brick asked when the Professor came out of Blossom's room. They had moved her to a room that could only be entered through the door guarded by officers of the law.
"Better, much better." He said, obviously depressed. "The poor thing. Nobody should have to go through so much, especially at that age. Who could be doing all of this to her."
Brick and Butch looked at each other. They both seemed to be thinking the same thing. Nobody would choke themselves so bad that they would almost die. Of course, Butch although thought that if a person was crazy enough they would.
"Is there anything we can do for her?" Boomer asked, worry in his eyes.
"I don't care, anything if it's good for her." The Professor said, running his hands through his hair. "She's in bad shape boys, and I'm not only talking about her body. Her spirit is probably failing as well. Something's just bothering her to an extreme."
"What should we do now?" Inquired Brick.
"Well, I need to get back home and get some research done." The Professor announced, his voice sounding like he had been working on something for far to long. "You boys can get ready for your trick-or-treating for later tonight."
"Dad?" Brick spoke up. "If it's all right with you, I'd like to stay here with Blossom. You know, in case she wakes up and wants someone she knows to be here or if this killer attacks her again."
"Well it's all right with me, but you better check with the security first." The Professor said as he started making his way out of the building and to his car. "If you need anything, just call."
"Okay, thanks Dad. Love ya." Then he headed back into the building.
Butch muttered to himself until he noticed Boomer staring at him. Remembering his talk with Brick not to long again, Butch looked away in shame at least a little bit of shame.
"Brick sure seems to like Blossom, doesn't he?" Boomer asked, apparently not noticing his brother's bitterness towards their sister. "Sure cares about her at least."
"Yeah, well we all go by our first impulses." Admitted Butch. "Guess he just has a different one then we do.
"I guess " Boomer said, face to the ground.
"Well boys, I'll be off now." The Professor said as he got in his car. "I'm pretty much going to be in my lab none stop working, so let me know if anything else comes up."
"We will Dad." The two of them called out, watching him leave. Silence was the only thing between the two of them.
"So what are you going to do now?" Asked Boomer.
Butch sighed. "I'm going for a walk for a while." He bemoaned unhappily. "I need to think about things. I'll be back for dinner and then candy gathering."
"Sounds good, see you then. Hopefully the rest of the night will go by without any problems." Boomer said, the two of them parting ways, hoping that the rest of the night wouldn't be as chaotic and hectic as the beginning of it. A snickering figure that was watching them go tended to disagree with them though.
Half of the sky was full of darkness, light no longer having a use for that area anymore. The other half was exploding with brilliant colors of orange, red, and yellow. The sun's setting colors gleamed off of the remaining leaves in the same colors, still not wanting to leave its tree. The tall buildings of Townsville now looked even more beautiful, the multiple autumn colors of the sunset reflecting off of the appropriate sides, only to clash with what remained of the blue sky that was slowly fading to black. Stars started twinkling above, city lights glowing below. Breezes of cool, but not to cold wind fluttered thought the streets, scattering leaves about.
Yeah, it was Halloween night.
If you would sit down on the deck of your porch you would see little monsters and miniature professions such as policemen, firefighters, and doctors running about. It was a time to just let kids go, let them have candy and some harmless fun. And while they were at it, let the parents have a little fun with it as well! All the young ones ran through in the safeness that is known as Townsville. The everyday dangers were gone, all put aside with no time to think about them.
Blossom wanted to watch this take place, but she was stuck in a windowless room. All she could do was sit and look at the television that had nothing on. Besides, she didn't even know what was on anymore. She could've used someone to talk to, but just as she was waking up, Brick was going out to get dinner. He would be back soon, so she would just have to wait.
Wide-awake and energized after so much sleep, Blossom changed out of her hospital gown and into her pink dress and hair bow every day look. Not counting a little discomfort she had in her thigh, she felt perfectly fine. Yet another IV was in her arm, giving her everything regular food gave her, without the fun of eating it. Now she only needed something to do. Sighing, she flipped through the television channels for about the hundredth time. She was so board board, board, boardee-ordee-oordee-board. She wished something would happen.
Raising her eyebrow, she suddenly wished she could take that back. She'd rather NOT have something happen. Buttercup's words, if they were true, haunted her still. Curiously, she leaned down over the edge of her bed to see if anything was under it nothing. Relieved, she sat back up nothing. She had a silent fear that her sister would be lying on the bed next to her. It was really creepy, but she was trying to start to expect the creepy. Buttercup seemed to enjoy the pain she inflicted. And considering the fact Blossom had almost killed her to stop her deadly rampage, she probably wanted to let out a lot of pain.
Realizing there was only one thing she could do to calm her nerves, she jumped out of bed to inspect the small room she was in. She pulled the stand holding the IV bag with her, not wanting it to get caught up somewhere.
There were two other beds to inspect in that room, each one with the curtains opened. She took a deep breath and got ready to pull each one back. She was surprised to see her hand shaking, not being aware that she was so scared. Then again, she just hadn't been her full self lately.
The first bed.
Blossom's hand got a good grip on the white curtain surrounding the bed. It was easy. All she had to do was pull it open, see nobody there, and check under the bed. The scariest part was that she was going to have to do it all over again for the next one anyway. Realizing it was now or never, she yanked back the curtain. Her eyes adjusted to all the whiteness to see if nobody was inside.
"Hiiiiiii guuuuuuuuy!" Buttercup said.
In a flash, she was gone.
Blossom recoiled back so fast that when she slammed in to the wall her IV almost tipped over. She fumbled over it, eventually getting it upright again. Once that was done, she looked at the three beds, a huge lump in her throat. The middle curtain had somehow closed itself, as well as her own bed's curtain. The TV station had been changed to one where there was no signal with the volume set extra high. The hissing sound of static cracked through the air as the whole room sat still.
Buttercup was somewhere hiding in the room.
Horrified, Blossom turned and grabbed a hold of the door handle.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you " Came Buttercup's voice in a quiet whisper, so that Blossom couldn't tell where it was coming from. Blossom, who had her back to the rest of the room, started taking in quick, short gasps for air as her sister taunted on. "I mean, think about it. You have to turn the knob and pull the door open. That'll take a lot of time to do, and I'm wondering if I'll have enough time to get over there fast enough to make a nice clean incision across your back."
Blossom shouted in pain as she heard a dashing sound, followed by the sound of a sharp blade cutting through a piece of meat. She landed on the ground, trying to shake off the fresh pain that was dripping down her back in the upper right shoulder area.
"Hmmm . Looks like I can, and you weren't even trying to escape." Buttercup's voice thoughtfully pointed out, then started singing, "I guess you better come FIND meeeee!"
Blossom bravely stood up to face her enemy, even though she had no idea where she was. She ignored the wet feeling slowly spreading down her back and the pulse pounding madly in her head. The burning static coming from the TV only seemed to send her further off the edge, angry that Buttercup was playing mind games like this.
"Where are you?" She shouted out. "You think you're so great, when all you are is a gutless coward!"
"And you say you're not?" Came the voice from one of the three beds. Blossom eyed all three cautiously. There were three places, three opportunities, and only one chance. "Well, it looks like you're not a gutless coward, but let's take a look inside to find out."
Buttercup fell to the ground clutching her jaw. Blossom's leg was raised into the air after making a direct hit. It happened so fast, neither of them saw what had happened. Buttercup had jumped out at Blossom from behind, somehow sneaking around her while she was staring at the three curtains. But just as she swung the ax, Blossom had spun around and kicked Buttercup in the face, hard. The move not only surprised Buttercup, but Blossom as well.
"Not bad sis." Buttercup mumbled. She was now dressed in her classic green dress like she did when she was a kid. She was also getting a good grip on the ax handle. "I see your fighting skills haven't decreased. Of course, seeing you battle Butch kinda proved that you could handle anything except me!"
Flying vertically off the ground, Buttercup spun around a few times. She tried to slash Blossom's stomach, but this little maneuver took to long. Blossom was not only able to leap back, but also fly back and bring her fist down on Buttercup's chest. The furious green Puff swung the ax, almost nipping the tip of Blossom's arm. With the same spin, Buttercup took another swing at Blossom whom jumped up into the air to avoid it. The attack missed Blossom and instead cut the IV stand in half.
Blossom caught the falling pole of metal and spun it around in her hands like a baton. Buttercup got up to her feat and took a mighty swish with the ax. Blossom carefully timed the attack so that the pole he had blocked the shot by hitting the handle of the ax and not the blade. Buttercup took another swing, but ended up with the same results. She took another strike, Blossom yet again successfully blocking the shot. Tossing the ax up and catching it in her left hand holding it inverted Buttercup took an assault from below this time. Blossom blocked the attack, but she did it but having the rod she held hit the blade, slicing it in half again.
"This is not fair, she has the only weapon that can hurt either of us!" Blossom complained to herself. Buttercup had rotated the ax in her hand brought down the ax upon her. Blossom jumped into the air until she touched the ceiling. Pulling back, Buttercup tossed the whole weapon at her sister. It landed right next to the side of her face, trimming off a few hairs. Blossom reached over to grab the blade when her right arm suddenly was filled with pain.
"Get down here!" Buttercup yelled, pulling on the IV that was dangling from Blossom's arm. Hollering in more surprise then pain, Blossom grabbed hold of the ax's handle just as Buttercup gave another massive yank. The force of the pull not only pulled Blossom down, but it also jerked the ax free. As Buttercup spread her arms to welcome her victim and weapon back, she saw that the ceiling tile the ax was in was also removed. It then proceeded to bounce off of her face with a loud smack, knocking her to the ground.
Blossom moved out of the way of the dust and debris still dropping from the ceiling. She held her right wrist, wondering where that ax had fallen to. She found out when it blew the large ceiling tile apart in one blow. Roaring like a rabid animal, Buttercup immerged from the wreck. The right shoulder of her green dress had a tear that was slowly turning the rest of the dress a darker color. Buttercup was so mad that it almost looked like her eye was going to fly out of her exploding head. Eventually, she turned her gave to her shoulder.
"That's the second time you've brought something down from the ceiling on me, knocking the same weapon into me." Growled Buttercup. She squinted at Blossom with pure rage, then sneered, "That's now that one fight four years ago ended "
The two sisters turned archenemies stared at each other for quite some time, waiting for the other to make a move. Blossom frowned, Buttercup scoffed. Blossom stood ready to fend off any attack, Buttercup concluded by saying. " and that's how this one ended to!"
Before Blossom could say anything, Buttercup started skipping yes, skipping to the doorway. Placing her hand upon the knob, she turned to Blossom with a smile on her face. Blossom could only stare in bewilderment, wondering what in the world was going on now.
"I grow tired of this game." Buttercup said in a voice that was as cute and innocent as she could make. "I'm going to carve up a few people in this hospital until I feel good enough. Ta-ta, be back in a few lives ended!"
And in a flash she was gone, leaving a shocked Blossom standing there in the middle of the hospital room. She quickly grabbed a hold of the IV needle still in her arm and yanked it out, ignoring more pain. She wanted to bandage up her wounds but there was no time. She had to stop her sister before she hurt anybody! And Buttercup surly wasn't going to stop until everybody who was to become a witness of her still being alive was dead.
Blossom burst through the door ready for action. All this adrenaline was quickly turned to horror and disgust when she saw the two police officers that were guarding her room. At first it looked like they were slumped up against the wall, but then Blossom realized there wasn't anything to distinguish what was what on each officer.
Squeamish over what she had just seen, Blossom turned around only to bump into a nurse. She was holding one hand out to Blossom, the other was covering her throat. Her pleading eyes met Blossom's right before she collapsed upon the ground with a thud and a splash. A screamed filled the halls of the room, and Blossom looked up in time to see a wheelchair roll blindly down the hall, the person sitting in it now a few inches shorter then he once was.
For a second, Blossom felt like throwing up. But the feeling of a dry heave made her stomach ache, so she bit her lip and flew in the direction the screams were coming from. This had to stop now! As she flew down the hall she saw a few of the rooms had patients in them, or at least they did. Every door had been chopped open. A few of the rooms had people in, and each of them had something horrifying done to them each. Blossom had to stop looking into the rooms, she had to find the person responsible behind all this, before any more blood and entrails were spilt.
"Oh Blossom, were aaaaaare you?" Came Buttercup's haunting voice. This was accompanied by a succession of sounds. First someone would scream, then there would be a slicing sound, some splashing, and then a large object or two falling on the ground. "I'm getting board with people who can't fight back!"
Gore was everywhere, so Blossom strained herself to not look down on the soaked, red ground. But every direction she turned she saw no killer, just the work she was doing. Blossom started spinning around in circles as if she was in a daze. This couldn't be happening! This couldn't be real! Bodies lay all round, more then she had ever expected to see. She covered her ears to drown out the moaning from a few people who were still left alive. This was too much, she couldn't take it anymore!
"Blossom !"
Blossom turned to see Buttercup waving to her from outside one of the hospital windows. She was dripping wet, splatters flying off the ax as she waved it in the night. "I thought before I went on to bigger and better things, I would pay the family a little visit."
Letting out a horrified scream, Blossom realized that Buttercup was going to kill the Professor and her older brothers! She had to stop her, being the only one who knew she was the one who was the killer.
"Blossom ?"
Blossom turned to see the shaky voice directly behind her. She screamed when she saw a doctor covered in blood. His bloody hands were outstretched, reaching for her, wanting to drag her down to the world he was descending too. Realizing the best way she could help and also get away from all this horror was to get Buttercup, she flew as fast as she could out the window after her deranged sister.
The doctor watched her fly away, a strange expression on his face. He looked down at his blood stained apron. "Where is she going?" He asked himself. "Did my apron that got stained form my last operation scare her?"
Back at the Utonium residence, Brick was washing up after his dinner. He had originally planned to grab something from a nearby fast food place and grab a bite there, but he had forgotten that most places closed on Halloween night. No, Townsville didn't take the day THAT seriously. Many places didn't stay open long on October 31st in mourning over the losses taken place back when.
After washing up, Brick started heading towards the door. He was figuring that Blossom should be awake by now and would probably need somebody to talk to. As he was exiting, he almost ran into a giant box floating in the middle of the room.
"Boomer, what are you still doing here?" Brick asked his brother dressed up in his Halloween costume. "I thought you wanted to leave an hour ago?"
"Exactly!" Boomer complained from underneath the bucket on his head. "Butch is in the middle of playing video games up in our room and still isn't ready. I decided to just leave without him."
"Well, all right." Brick said. "Where's Dad?"
"Down in his lab working on something." Boomer replied, opening the door to leave. A few trick-or-treaters starting running towards the open door, but he shooed them away. "Are you going back to see Blossom?"
"Yeah, I don't want her to be alone, especially tonight." Brick humbly answered. "She's gone threw so much, she needs all the help we can give her."
"Is there anything she needs?" Boomer asked.
"Not that I can think of. She really doesn't – oh, wait!" Brick suddenly snapped his fingers as he remembered something. "Earlier she wanted something like her diary or something, didn't she?"
"Dad started calling about that earlier, yeah." Recalled Boomer after thinking about it, his hand unable to reach his chin due to his costume. "It was up in her dresser drawer or something."
"I think I'll bring it to her. Maybe it'll cheer up."
"Dude, anything to help would be great."
"I bet if someone stopped ignoring her, she could be even happier."
Boomer looked at his brother for a second until the words sank in. "That was director towards me, wasn't it?"
"Uh huh." Brick quietly said.
Boomer nodded in response. "I'll see what I can do." He quietly answered, then turned around to begin his candy-hunting quest.
"Say Boomer, what is that?" Brick asked, pointing to his brother's right shoulder that was sticking out of his costume. "Is that a bandage on your shoulder?"
Boomer looked where his brother was pointing nervously. "Uhm no it's not it's uhm shoulder pads?"
Brick looked at him suspiciously. "Oh, cause it kinda looked like you –"
"No no no, I'm fine. It's not bandages!" He quickly retorted.
Brick shrugged. "Whatever. See ya later bro!"
"See yeah!"
The two of them parted. One was off to get something for himself, the other to get something for someone else. Brick floated up the stairs to Blossom's room. Beeping and fighting sounds could be heard from his room, so he assumed Butch was still playing his game. At the end of the hall he came to Blossom's room. He stood there in front of it for a while simply staring at the door. He had passed by the same door many times, even going in occasionally by the Professor's asking. But now that the room's owner was actually living in it, it almost seemed to have a different feel to it.
Slowly opening the door, Brick peered in. He flicked on the light and saw that the room was a complete mess. Nobody had probably been in it since yesterday after the tragic events happened. He floated around the room, looking at it the whole time. Not much had changed, Blossom had yet to decorate the room to her choice. He was hoping that she would be able to have a calm night without having to end up in the hospital again.
Reaching the dresser, Brick started searching for the book Blossom had been writing in. He didn't have to search long, it was the only thing inside the whole dresser that wasn't cloths. Happy that he didn't have to rummage around in his sister's cloths anymore, Brick looked at the book. It almost seemed like it was looking back at him, almost beckoning him.
"I know I shouldn't " Brick said out loud, hand holding the cover. "But I think I should know what's going on a little more."
Brick closed his eyes, asked that he wouldn't be punished for this, then slowly opened the book to the first page. He was surprised to see that it was very short with hardly anything in it. It looked like she had just started writing it the night before. Even though there wasn't that much in the book so far, it was a great amount after only one night.
Brick skimmed over the pages, looking for anything that jumped out at him. And boy, did some parts jump out at him. After a few moments of reading some parts that caught his attention, he looked up in shock.
" Buttercup?" He mumbled, not believing what he read. The killer from four years ago was his own sister? It couldn't be real could it?
Realizing he had no time to loose, Brick slammed the book shut and tossed it under his arm tightly. He ran to the window, opened it, and leapt out of it. Soaring threw the sky, he started soaring as fast as he possibly could to the hospital.
Blossom needed more then a friend, she needed protection.
Flying threw the air in order to find and destroy her target; Princess Morebucks was going over her plans once again. She would burst into the hospital, find Blossom's new room, and then finish her once and for all. She realized she was going to have to do a pretty graphic job on the Powerpuff, seeing that she obviously couldn't read someone's pulse. She was hundreds of feet above the suburb of Pokey Oaks, house lights and streetlights guiding thick-or-treaters beneath.
Suddenly her scanners set to find Blossom picked up some movement. Princess looked with surprise to see that her computer had found Blossom flying only a while away. And she was flying fast. Cackling with glee, Princess charged onwards on an intercept course.
"At long last, I am going to finally finish off my long time enemy, making me the greatest champion in the would!" She shouted, reaching Blossom in a matter of seconds.
Blossom was far to busy concentrating on perusing Buttercup. Her sister had a big head start so she couldn't even see her. But she had said she was going to her home, and she wasn't going to take any chances. Her thoughts were interrupted however, when Princess slammed into her side, sending her spinning wildly out of control.
"Prepare to meet your doom Blossom!" Princess shouted, her suit's metallic gloves lighting up with raw energy surging over them. "By the time I'm done with you, only a DNA sample is going to let everybody know that whatever's left is you!"
"Princess? Not now!" Blossom pleaded, gaining control of her rapid decent towards the ground below. "Fight me after I save everybody from my sister!"
"Don't play mind games with me Powerpuff!" Princess shouted, charging up a large glowing ball of energy. "I'm going to finish you off for good now, and nothing's going to stop me this time!"
"So I guess someBODY better stop you then, hmm?"
As Blossom watched, Buttercup flew up behind Princess, ax raised. Princess didn't hear anything; the ball of energy she was building up was incredibly loud. Blossom could only stare as Buttercup gave the ax a little swing, cutting Princess's back. The glowing ball of energy discharged, tiny particles of energy fading away from existence. Unable to fly, Princess dropped to the ground like a rock. She also landed like one as well.
"Why that was positively rude of her!" Buttercup declared while looking at the huge crater Princess was lying in. "I hope don't have any more interruptions like that."
"Not so fast Buttercup, I'm stopping your reign of terror right now!" Blossom shouted angrily, pointing at her disturbed sister powerfully.
Buttercup laughed then did a summersault, flying towards the Pokey Oaks suburb streets below. "First you have to catch me before I catch somebody else!"
Flying as fast as she could, Blossom did everything she could to keep up. The green light trail of her sister weaving about and around houses below made it hard for her to keep track. She shot kids walking around and dodged cars driving down the road she was flying down. Buttercup keep zipping between trees and houses as Blossom followed her off to the side in the middle of the street. Sounds whizzed by as Blossom turned corners at her top speed, trying desperately to not loose her sister out of her site.
Brick landed at the hospital doors. Police were flooding the building and patients were running around screaming. At first he gasped in shock, then he became horribly worried. What happened to Blossom? Pushing past the crowd gathered around the parameter surrounding the building and the crowd running out of the building, he fought his way to find Blossom. He finally stopped forging on when someone grabbed his arm.
"Hold on there sonny, you can't be going in."
"Police chief!" Brick said in surprise.
"Brick, what are you doing here?" The man replied, releasing Brick.
"I came to see Blossom, what happened here?"
"The last anybody saw her, she was flying through the hospital screaming all crazy like." Reported the chief. "That was only a little while ago. Something must have happened upstairs to her. The ceiling to her room was broken down, her IV was cut up, and there was blood on the floor of her room."
"When did this happen? Where did she go?" Brick frantically asked, more worried then ever.
"Some people think they saw her heading off in that general direction." The police chief said, pointing in the direction Brick had just came by. "It was only a wee bit ago as well."
"I've got to find her!" Brick hollered, jumping into the air to fly over the people.
"I hope you find her!" The police chief call out to Brick as he flew away. "I'd hate to have her all alone after all of this!"
"Dear god, I'm actually hoping she's all alone!" Brick said, a horrifying feeling filling up in him.
Meanwhile several blocks away, Princess was slowly getting to her feet. Her head was ringing and her whole body was aching. She pulled herself out of the crater she was lying in. Her super suit had saved her from the fall, even though she was completely sore. Shaking her head clear, she activated her emergency backup power. It didn't let her weapons run at full power, but it was enough to finish the job. She jumped to her feet, raging in anger against Blossom.
"That stupid Powerpuff, how dare she does that to me!" She bellowed, waving her fists into the air. Just as she was about to take off into the air, she saw a bright red stream of light shoot across the sky. It was Brick.
Princess's eyes lit up. "It's him!" She fluttered, watching the flying Ruff zip by. "Ah, how I wish he would realize how great I am!"
She took off into the air. Well, there's only one way I can do that, and that is by stopping the killer that killed the rest of his family. I WILL be number one and getting everything I want!"
Blossom stopped in the middle of an intersection. She didn't know if there were any cars coming and she didn't care. All she knew was that Buttercup has stopped somewhere around here, and she had to find her as soon as possible. A whooshing sound blasted past her, as a car dodged her sudden appearance in the road. As she frenetically looked around to figure out where Buttercup's trail had stopped, she saw some people running up to her.
"Blossom, what are you doing here?" Harry Pit asked, who was dressed up as a pirate carrying a sack of candy.
"I thought you were in the hospital?" Replied Molly who was dressed up as a giant tangerine.
It was her friends from Preschool, they were out trick-or-terating. "Why did they have to be right here right now?" Blossom moaned to herself as they all approached her.
"Maybe she escaped to see us?" Suggested a boy she didn't recognize who had a bed sheet with a bunch of holes on it.
"Charley, Blossom wouldn't do anything like that." Said another person she didn't know, dressed up with a Chewbacca head on.
"Good grief Wendy, don't you know that Blossom might have been the killer all those years ago?" Charley whispered to the girl, even though Blossom could still pick it up.
"I'm not the killer!" Blossom shouted, throwing everyone off. "I'm trying to stop the killer who is somewhere around here."
All four kids became alarmed at the sound of that. Either there was a killer around here, or Blossom was crazy. They were hopping it was the first one, because at least there would be somebody to stop the killer. Before anybody could say anything else, Buttercup slid out from behind a house.
Blossom spoke not a word, not even a warning to her friends. She simply glared at her sister evilly. Her sister glared back with her one good eye, a smirk slowly forming on her face. Then, Buttercup charged her sister.
Just as all the kids started turning around to see what Blossom was looking at so angrily Buttercup was jumping over them with the ax held high in her hand. She took a few swishes at Blossom before jumping straight up into the air. As she flew higher and higher, Blossom's friends turned back around, wondering what was going on.
"Run, get out of here!" Blossom shouted desperately to everyone. "Go! Go now!"
Blossom's eyes went wide with fear when she saw Buttercup charging back down at everyone. Desperate, she ran at the group and picked them all up in one big group. Her stomach started aching as she did this act, but she ignored the pain as she put all her friends out of the road and onto the sidewalk.
"Blossom, what are you doing?" Harry asked. But he didn't get an answer because she had burst off into the air once more, ramming into Buttercup.
The four squinted into the darkness, trying to make out what was going on. Blossom was having a huge struggle up there, but they couldn't tell with whom. Suddenly there was a sharp cry of pain. They were taken by complete surprise when some drops of blood rained down on them.
"I think Blossom's fighting somebody up there!" Molly cried, pointing to the air as a fight raged on.
"Let's get out of here!" Harry yelled, all four of them dropping their bags of candy and getting out of the way.
Blossom sighed in relief. They had gotten away. She held her left leg that had been scraped by the blade of the ax. It was only a scratch; especially compared to the rest of her injuries she had been receiving.
"Now look at what you did Blossom!" Buttercup shouted, angry that her prey had escaped. "Now I have to find somebody else to kill!"
"Over my dead body!" Blossom yelled, taking a defensive fighting stance.
Buttercup didn't even pay attention to her sister, but just gazed about looking for more trick-or-treaters. "Oh look, there's some!" She shouted, then dived down as fast as she could.
Blossom looked to where she was heading, the gasped in shock. There was only one person who could be gathering candy in a giant flying box – Boomer.
Boomer merrily trotted down the sidewalk inside his box. He had only been out for a short while, and had already gathered a large amount of candy. He knew he was the greatest candy collector in all of Townsville, thanks to his amazing ability to gather it and make out great plans to find the best houses. Of course, super speed helped as well. He wondered how in the world Butch could play video games on a night like this.
As he approached the next house alone, he heard the sound of someone descending down upon his position in a hurry. He tried to look up, but the helmet on his head prevented him from doing so. He heard the sound of punches being thrown and a bit of screaming. All of a sudden something flew right past his face and into the ground in front of him, making a loud crash in the sidewalk.
"Blossom?" Boomer gasped, helping the pink Puff back up to her feet. "What are you doing here?" Blossom slowly got up cringing. She pushed Boomer's hand off of her shoulder that had the long cut in it.
"What happened to you? What is that a cut in your back?" He asked.
Blossom rubber her head, which was still spinning, even after she got back up. "Look out!" She warned, grabbing onto Boomer's costume and looking him straight into the eyes. "Buttercup's coming, we have to stop her!"
"Bu Butter Buttercup?" Boomer stammered, slowly backing away from his extremely hectic sister. "But I thought she was, was dead wasn't she?"
Blossom frantically shook her head. "No, she's alive and –"
Slowly, Buttercup walked up straight behind Boomer with the ax behind her back. She had no expression upon her face at all, only a dark gaze that made Blossom back away in fear. Boomer's eyes became wide with horror as Blossom's grew even larger then his. Just the way Blossom raised her shaky hand and point made Boomer too nervous to look behind his back.
"Wh what is it Blossom?" He asked, unaware that in one swift move he could be dead by someone only a foot away from him.
Scared over the loss of her brother, Blossom eventually shouted out, "Look out, Buttercup's right being you!!"
Taking a deep breath, Boomer turned around. Blossom could only watch in horror, as Boomer looked Buttercup straight into her eyes. Buttercup looked back at him with her blank expression on her face, then gave him a big sweet smile. Blossom did feel a little better though, now two people could stop her evil sister, and she wouldn't have to do it alone.
Yet in the end, she was unfortunately going to have to do it alone. Because as Boomer was turning around, the most horrible thing happened. He looked up at Blossom, sighed, and said –
"Blossom . There's nobody there."
Blossom almost exploded. She wasn't even to utter the words, "WHAT!?!" Buttercup, still smiling, started walking around Boomer, ax still behind her back. Even though she walked right in front of him, Boomer didn't even blink.
"Happy Halloween anniversary, Blossom." Buttercup said in the darkest voice she had ever uttered.
Screaming as loud as she could, Blossom flew away from the two. She didn't even want to see what happened next. She didn't want to know what Boomer was up to. She didn't even care about anything. Going as fast as she could, she flew the remaining blocks and straight to her home. Her window was open, so she flew right into the open window. Her mind to confused to even be racing, she slammed the window shut, panting heavily. She turned away from her window to see Buttercup reclined out on her bed.
"Well it's about time!" She mocked. "What took you so long?"
Blossom backed up until she banged herself up against the wall, desperately trying to speak. "How why why didn't why didn't?"
"Speak up dearest sisters!" Buttercup said as she rolled off the bed and continued rolling even after she was off the bed. "I can't make out a work you're saying!"
Blossom closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Why didn't Boomer see you?"
"Oh, that?" Buttercup exclaimed as she stood up straight. "It's a very simple answer indeed. For as I said before, I am not only a very bad girl, but also I'm also a very good liar! Then again, you've been a very bad girl yourself."
"What does that mean?" Blossom asked.
Buttercup flew straight up to Blossom's face, and said in a dark voice – "It's true, I really am dead, and you are the one who has been killing everybody these past few days.
"I've just been possessing your body this whole time."
End of Part Four
