Pumpkinpuff Ghoul IIwritten by

Pumpkinpuff Ghoul II
written by "Lord" Andy
Part Five

The room felt extraordinarily cold to Blossom, as she started shivering uncontrollably. Slight breezes blew in threw the open window directly behind her, but she knew that wasn't the source of this abrupt drop in temperature. She closed her eyes, unable to behold the site of her sister standing in front of her anymore. She wrapped her arms around her body, her head filled with the sounds of loud and screaming sounds, even though the room was pretty much completely silent. The whole world continued to feel like it was spinning.

"What are you talking about?" Blossom said, her tiny voice trembling at the thought of contemplating nothing. "How is this possible?"

Buttercup continued to stare down Blossom with her one evil eye. "Blossom, I had an ax shoved into my skull. I was in a hospital when it happened. I died four years ago. How would I have fended for myself without the help of anybody for so long? Besides, Don't you think someone would've noticed if I had broken out of my grave in the cemetery?"

"But this is impossible!" Blossom squeaked as her sister floated closer and closer to her. "You just can come into my head and take me over or anything!"

Buttercup rolled her eye angrily. "Well no duh Blossom! Why do you think I've been doing all of this stuff?"

Blossom opened her eyes to look into the gravely pale face of her sisters. "What do you mean?"

"Well let me put it this way." Buttercup started explaining with the same grim expressionless face. "Let's say I wanted to completely destroy Townsville. If we compare your body to the city, they are completely different. Townsville does not have a wrist to slit or a head to chop off. No, it is a giant and complicated system much like your mind, Blossom."

"My mind ?" Blossom inquired.

"It's just as easy to kill a city as it is to kill your mind. They've both almost impossible. They can adjust so quickly, change so fast, and grow so much that one can't pull the job off in one single blow. You have to do it piece by piece."

Buttercup lifted up the ax and stuck the blade right under a cringing Blossom's throat. "So you test its sanity level. You destroy the parts it holds and loves dearly. You take out important aspects of its life. You torture it until it is no longer able to defend itself anymore!"

Chuckling, Buttercup cracked a smile. "And I still can't believe that four years ago I was planning on having all the blame put on your head. Now it looks like it really is on your head after all!"

"I would never kill all those people!" Blossom shouted, almost forgetting there was a weapon against her neck. "You're just playing some sick mind game on me!"

"Oh am I?" Buttercup slyly cooed. "Tell me Blossom, are you sure you want to slit your throat?"

Blossom gasped as Buttercup and the spinning sensation in her mind both disappeared at once. She looked down and couldn't believe what she saw. Everything looked completely normal except she was the one now holding the ax to her own throat. Letting out a tiny scream, Blossom threw the ax across the room, burying it into the wall.

"Nifty trick, huh?"

Blossom turned to see Buttercup reclining upside-down on the wall looking rather amused. "It's amazing what one can do to one's perception of reality."

"So YOU'RE the one who's been giving me all these hallucinations!" Blossom shouted to Buttercup whom seemed the least bit concerned.

Buttercup slowly side down the wall until her head hit the floor. "Well you see Blossom, it's kinda hard to do the stuff I want to do when my body is buried six feet under the ground. And I can't wait for certain moments in the middle of the night to do them either."

"What happens in the middle of the night?" Blossom asked, backing away from the supposedly dead lunatic on the ground.

"Why at some points while you're sleeping you brain is working less then it normally does." Buttercup did a summersault until she landed right in front of Blossom, looking up unto her face. "The perfect chance for me to use your body, seeing as how you aren't."

Blossom stood there, not knowing what to say. Could I be true? Could she really be killing all those people because of Buttercup getting to her or something at night?

"Oh it's more then just getting to you, and it's also more then night lately." Buttercup said, startling Blossom. She laughed, seeing the confusion in her sister's pink eyes. "Of course I know what you're thinking, I'm in there about to take total control!"

"Total control?" Gasped Blossom. "Wait how you can't!"

"I already have been!" Buttercup said in a loud voice, flying up into Blossom's face. "Twisting your mind, bending reality, doing every little thing I could do to make the city of Townsville inside of you collapse."

Unexpectedly, Buttercup grabbed Blossom by the red hair bow on the top of her head and pulled her in closer to her. "Just think Blossom, now you get to actually SEE the work you've been doing, and actually SEE the great work I leave behind."

"I know you think it isn't great." Buttercup said, answering the comments Blossom was thinking about. "But you still haven't seen the best part, the part I've done with the heads of the victims."

Before Blossom could react, Buttercup pulled her even closer until she was whispering in her ear, "I chopped, carved, and scooped out their heads just like lack-o-lanterns."

Blossom threw back her head to scream but nothing came out. Before she could react to this horrifying statement, a dark and icy feeling started seeping throughout the back of her head. All she could do was wave her arms around madly trying to swat away heavy force sucking up her own mind. The chilling impetus then spread across her whole body. For the split second she could feel a dark squeeze on her arms before she couldn't feel them anymore. It was so fast and powerful Blossom couldn't fight the attack, she couldn't shout for help, she couldn't even cry. She could only stare at the room right before the dark destruction whisked her away from everything.


Brick circled over Poke Oaks again, looking for Blossom. He hadn't found a trace of her anywhere. His mind was racing furiously, trying to figure out what was wrong with his sister. As he was nearing his house he saw a familiar object waddling down the sidewalk.

"Boomer!" He shouted as he descended upon his brother.

Boomer looked up in surprise to see another member of his family unexpectedly dropping from the sky in front of him. He looked at Brick for a second as his brother tried to catch his breath. Boomer looked uneasily at his shoulders then blurted out. "Yes, I am wearing shoulder pads because the box is uncomfortable. Don't YOU make fun of it too!"

"Forget about that!" Brick shouted in a hectic voice. "Have you seen Blossom?"

"Blossom?" Boomer shifted in his costume that was already overloaded with candy treats. "I saw her a while ago actually, she was flying all about screaming something."

"What was she screaming about?" Brick shouted. When Boomer hesitated to answer, he asked again in a more demanding voice.

"She she thought Buttercup was after her." Boomer admitted, not sure of what to think of the situation. "She was convinced someone was right behind me or something, don't know what's going on with her."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know where she was headed, but it was in that general direction."

"Oh no well, keep your eyes pealed for her! We have to find her!" Brick shouted as he flew away before Boomer could say anything else. He stood there, wondering what in the world was going on, as well as what he could possibly do.


Silence.

That's all that was known to her. There were no sounds. There were no sights. There were no feelings, no tastes, and no smells. It was like she wasn't even existing at all. There was no past, no present, and certainly no future. But soon, it realized that it was true – SHE was true. Eventually it all came back to Blossom like a light slowly lights up in the night. Was it all a dream? It almost felt like it.

She was lying on her side cuddled up in a ball on the floor. Long, cool breezes were gently blowing through the window. She strained to look around the room. Where did Buttercup go? But strangely, she couldn't stand up. She could feel the coldness of the room, the dress on her body, and the carpet underneath her head. She could smell the floor, hear the wind, and taste the inside of her mouth. But she couldn't move her body.

As she struggled to get any part of her body to respond, she suddenly stood up. But she wasn't controlling it! Her body was working by itself. She could only watch as her hand moved on its own and rubber her eyes as if she was tired. Blossom struggled to do anything, but everything she thought did not come to be. She just wasn't in control anymore!

"That's because I'M in control now!" A loud and powerful voice boomed from everywhere.

"Buttercup?" Blossom tried to say but could only think.

"That's right dear sister!" The voice sang. "You had your time with your body, and now it's MY turn!"

Blossom could only look until her eyelids shut under Buttercup's commands and she started to stretch. Her body let out a yawn that turned into a yelp of pain when the cut in her shoulder let out a sharp sting.

"You felt that to, huh Blossom?" Blossom laughed wait, Blossom?

Blossom gasped in thought, "How did you –"

"Oh it's quite simple!" Blossom heard her voice say. "We can hear each other think, no problem. We're sharing the same body, so we both share the same pain. But now I am the one who gives the controls, including your own voice. Except now you're now the one who has to sit back and enjoy the ride."

"You you fiend!" Blossom yelled, wishing she could fight this force forcing her to do what she wanted. "You'll never get away with this!"

Buttercup laughed in her new voice. Blossom could only cringe in her mind as her own body laughed at her. "My dearest sister, you can't tell anybody! You're just a voice in the background of my mind. And either way, who would believe you? Who would believe you that your dead sister has come back from the dead and taken over your body? Don't make me make you laugh!"

Buttercup floated over to what was left of the vanity mirror that was wrecked a few nights ago, where Buttercup made Blossom think a pumpkin-headed killer was after her and she crashed into it. She looked at herself in the mirror for a while, smirking.

"Wow, that long hair sure is pretty." Buttercup laughed, stroking her now long and orangish hair. "The hair bow's pretty cool, and the pink eyes are going to take a while to get used to."

She started making muscle poses in the mirror, chuckling to herself. "Not as strong as my real body was, but you have been out of it for a while, haven't you?"

"Buttercup, please! Let me go!" Pleaded Blossom who was even trying to cry, only to find out she couldn't even do that.

"Let you go?" Buttercup yelled at the top of her lungs, startling Blossom. "I've haunted you in your dreams enough to haunt you in real life in the hospital and then outside enough to get this far. Do you realize how hard it is to even get the chance of trying to get someone's mind wrecked enough to take it over yourself?"

Before she could go on, the door to her room swung open. Blossom had to wait till Buttercup swiveled her head around to see whom it was. It was a ninja, or to be more precise, Butch. He was just getting ready to head out the door to go trick-or-treating when he heard someone screaming upstairs. He was shocked to see Blossom out of the hospital.

"Hey, what are you doing here girl?" Butch demanded, Blossom not sure if he was angry or worried by the tone of his voice. "I thought you were almost killed this afternoon?"

Butter gave Butch a smirk of a smile. Sensing the tone of the thoughts zipping through Buttercup's mind, Blossom realized something horrible. "No Buttercup!" She shouted. "Don't hurt him! Please, leave him alone!"

"Why?" Buttercup thought to Blossom. "I thought you hated him?"

"I did before I started thinking about it!" Blossom cried.

"Well what are you doing here?" Butch asked again, approaching to what he thought was Blossom. Blossom tried as hard as she could to scream a warning to her older brother, but her voice could not be heard. Buttercup seemed to be ignoring it very well to her surprise. As Blossom's mind futilely tried to think of something to do, Buttercup put her hands behind her back and started backing up, slowly.

"I thought I'd just stop by for a little bit." Buttercup finally answered with Blossom's voice. "You know it's a really special day today."

Blossom shrieked in fear as her hands under Buttercup's control reached into something and grabbed hold of some object. She pleaded with Blossom, begged her, tried screaming to Butch some more, but nothing different happened. Buttercup didn't even try to get her to shut up, just waited while Butch got closer and closer to her, her hands gripping the object tighter.

"Yes it is isn't it?" Butch said, glaring angrily. His expression looked like he was thinking he was right, that Blossom was the killer. He was starting to get into an offensive position, ready to lash out incase something happened. Blossom could only cry in fear. She didn't want Butch to get hurt, but she didn't want Butch to hurt her.

"I also know that in three days, another really cool celebration will be happening." Buttercup said with a sweat and cute tone behind the voice she was in control of.

"And what would that be?" Butch asked in a dark voice before he started choking uncontrollably in pain, eyes rolling up into his head. Blossom could do nothing but scream louder then she had ever thought she could in her whole life.

"Your funeral!" Buttercup hissed, giving the scissors she had just thrusted forward. But they weren't ordinary scissors, these were special medical scissors she had pulled from the silver box of medical tools made to be used on Puff and Ruff bodies.

"Now for your last lingering seconds, you can feel what it felt like to be me all those years ago!" Buttercup whispered into Butch's ear. He could only stare at her with wide eyes and an opened mouth as he fell to his knees, gripping the weapon in his gut. He tried to mutter something for a second, before tipping over on his side. Then he sprawled out on his back, unmoving.

"NO! BUTCH!!" Blossom cried in her prisoned body. "Buttercup, how could you do something like that, your own BROTHER!?!"

"I tried doing it to my own sister, what are you talking about?" Buttercup said, shaking her head as if it was a completely stupid question. As Blossom continued to cry, Buttercup could only laugh. "Wow, I can't believe how much more fun this is to have you here with me like this! I'm glad I was able to get to this point, especially on a day like this."

Blossom was about to ask what made this day so special, but she didn't want to know. She just kept her mouth silence and restlessly cried.

"Why don't you want to know why this day is so special?" Buttercup asked, reading Blossom's thoughts. "Why the answer is very simple and obvious!"

Buttercup flew up to the wall on the opposite end of the room. She grabbed hold of the ax embezzled in and tugged it out. She spun it in her hand, still impressed with Blossom's skill and coordination.

"Tonight is perfect, because a bunch of little targets are running all around right now as we speak."

Blossom could only let out a gasp so horrifying it would've hurt enough to make her throw up. The newfound cruelty and vileness of her sister was completely unimaginable. "You mean KILL all those little kids running around trying to have a good time?"

"Not ALL of them at first." Buttercup laughed, slowly making her way out the window, but not before taking a good look at Butch lying on the ground. "Just a few right away. That way they will have to fear the fact that someone is out there who wants to kill her."

Buttercup sat on the window ledge, looking out at Townsville. She took a deep breath of fresh air, one that Blossom was forced to smell. Then Buttercup let out a sigh of happiness. "It's great to be alive again!" She said. "Sure, I'd like a body that was strong rather then pretty, but a Powerpuff body can take any force the natural world can throw at us. And with this lovely ax we hold, nothing can block its deadly blow. And now it's time to get started!"

Buttercup started to fall out the window to fly away, but the hair bow in her head bumped into it. She snickered when she heard Blossom think to herself how she had to duck. "Guess I have a few things to get used to if I want everyone to think you're really you for now."

Blossom kept silent, just felt her would spirit be crushed by the way her life had been taken away again. And now Butch had suffered the same fate. Unless they never did check to make sure he was dead. Oh no! Why did she think that, now Buttercup knows that possibility!

"Actually, he isn't dead." Buttercup answered, spooking Blossom out even more. "He'll probably live, but also live with the knowledge that it was you that tried to kill him. I'm sure you remember my old plans like that, don't you?"

Blossom could only try to shake her uncontrollable head and think to cry some more. She couldn't bear to watch what Buttercup was going to make her do next.


Boomer continued walking around gathering candy, although at a much slower rate. In fact, after Brick had talked to him he had only gone to one other house. His mind was caught up in things, mostly what was happening to Blossom, and what Brick was up to. He had bumped into a few friends of his, including some of Blossom's old classmates who had seen Blossom as well. And they said they could have sworn Blossom was attacking someone. This only made him more worried. Was someone attacking Blossom?

"Boomer!"

Boomer groaned as yet another person flew down in front of him. But this time it was no loving member of the family, it was Princess Morebucks in her super suit. "Hey Princess, what are you up to this time?" Boomer said in an annoyed and sarcastic voice.

"I'm looking for Brick!" She shouted, grabbing the corner of the blue Ruff's box. "Now where is he?"

"Brick? What the heck do you want him for?" Boomer asked, realizing that Princess's suit gave her power equal to his own. "Oh wait I think I know. Well, don't bother because he's busy looking for Blossom."

"Blossom? He's looking for the little brat too?" Princess gasped, her freckled face lighting up in alarm. "Blast! Now I have to beat him to her. Which way did he go?"

"Whatever way it is to Blossom." Boomer said, trying to get loose from Princess's grip on his large and bulky costume. "And if you don't mind, I'm about to go look for her as well. I think she's in trouble."

"Oh no you don't!" Princess shouted, a loud hum coming from her mechanical cloths. "I'm the one who's going to find Blossom. And then I'll be the last one to ever see her alive!"

Before Boomer could react to that, Princess punched him in the face with her free hand. But it was no ordinary punch. She had built up a huge charge on her fist so that when she hit him it not only knocked him several feet away, but knocked him out as well. Candy flew all over the streets as boxes with Boomer in them bounced down the sidewalk for a bit. When they finally came to rest, Boomer let out a moan, then faded out to black.

"Nobody is going to stop me this time!" Princess fumed, taking off to find her target. "Nobody!"


Buttercup hummed a merry little tune in her head as she strolled down the street. She was kind of getting used to having Blossom's body. In fact, she was walking around instead of flying. After all, when you've been dead and floating around for four years, it's nice to feel some solid ground again. The ax was in her hand, getting an occasional spin for showing off.

On the other hand, or mind, Blossom was starting to get used to the feeling of having her body move under someone else's control. Sure, it still was the creepiest thing she had ever felt in her entire life, but she wasn't as freaked out as much. Now she was too worried about poor Butch up in her room bleeding to death, as well as all the people she could harm next. It was the most horrifying and sickening feeling ever, seeing and feeling her own hands use those scissors like that against her own brother. The action was still haunting her, though she had all but given up screaming at Buttercup. She knew her sister could hear her, but she acted like she was used to hearing voices screaming in her head.

"I am used to them!" Buttercup's thoughts came to Blossom. "Sometimes I wonder though, are those voices extra voices in my head, or my actual brain talking to me that I'm ignoring me. For all you know Blossom, you could be the only person in the world who has the ability to think, but everyone else just says they do. Wow, oh the things you can think when you don't think like everyone else!"

The two of them that were technically one continued walking down the street. Every once in a while they would pass a group of children. They would immediately recognize Blossom, wave or say hi, then continue on. Blossom could only wine as Buttercup stared at each child intently, smirking at all the evil she could do.

"Let's see " Buttercup thought to herself and Blossom as two little boys in their costumes ran past her. "I could squeeze the life out of both of them at once, pull out that kid's spinal cord and stab the other one with it, or I could simply throw both of them really high into the air and watch them hit the ground and go –"

"Stop it!" Blossom screamed, her mind aching to cover up her nonexistent ears with her nonexistent arms. "I won't let you do anything to these people! You can't, you simply can't!"

"Why not?" Buttercup thought, smiling hypocritically at three people walking past. "I mean, I could slice them with this ax into sliced ham like bits, or perhaps Spam. I could use my super strength to grind their bones to make my bread. I could use my laser vision to cook them. Yum yum yum, don't they look tasty Blossom? Bet you never looked at people that way, as giant burgers. I mean, why not? It's the same stuff! Oh that's right, we can't eat solid foods yet! HA!"

"No more! Why must you think this way?" Blossom cried as Buttercup flew dangerously close to a group of kids. Blossom could pick up more thoughts of Buttercup's, each one describing some horrible way to mutilate each person she saw. And she did it in such great detail, Blossom could almost see it herself. "I can't believe you're like this. Why must you torture me in this way?"

"I just am." Laughed Buttercup, not even acting like she cared about anything. "I'm just a crazy fool, full of nihilism heh heh, now that's an oxymoron!"

A father and daughter walking by bid greetings to Blossom and Buttercup smiled and gave them a good evening. "Wow " Buttercup thought. "Don't you find it fascinating that they are unaware that I am envisioning them bleeding to death on the sidewalk, rolling around in pain, wondering how in the world good old Powerpuff Blossom would ever slice –"

"STOP!" Blossom screamed so loud that it made Buttercup cringe in anger.

"For crying out loud Blossom!" Buttercup complained out loud, not even caring that Blossom's voice was coming out. "As much as I love to hear you screaming, would you mind not doing it during the middle of my evil plans? I mean, that's just rude!"

"Blossom, I wasn't expecting to see you out here tonight."

"Oh no " Blossom thought upon hearing that voice. She could only wait in pure horror until Buttercup had swiveled her head around enough to see who it was. Her fears were confirmed when she saw none other then a person she really didn't want involved right now.

A giant clown, who was actually Miss Keane, was walking down her driveway with a big bowl of candy towards Blossom. "I thought you would have at least gone with one of your brothers. Although I have to admit, it's nice seeing you again. How are you feeling?"

Buttercup smiled inside with a great evil feeling. Blossom could sense this inside of herself, and could only cry out in fear. "No Buttercup, don't hurt her! What did she ever do to you?"

"Why did she have to do something do me?" Thought Buttercup to her complaining sister. "You act like I need a reason for anything?"

Turning to Miss Keane, Buttercup smiled and answered, "Oh I'm just going for a little walk by myself, seeing what's going on nowadays."

Blossom frowned, figuratively, angry at the ignorance of her sister. "You know what your problem is Buttercup, you don't listen to your conscience at all."

"The what?" Buttercup asked. "Blossom, I've had my conscience drowned out for so long, that I don't even remember what that feeling is like."

"Your conscience is the voice of reason in your heart." Blossom instructed. "Everybody goes about their life thinking that what they know is right. However sometimes we get it wrong, whether by wrong directions from somebody else, or we just so happen to think we're right. Fortunately, we all have a voice hidden deep down inside of us that reminds us that maybe we are wrong, and something else is right."

Blossom's thoughts trailed. "I guess I had the same problem with the Rowdyruff Boys. My first impression of them was that of the past, and I didn't want to give them a second chance. I guess now I can see what the Professor was talking about rushing into your first decisions. Too bad I had to learn that lesson in this really hard way."

"Yeah yeah yeah, this is all find and dandy." Mumbled Buttercup, annoyed at Blossom's good intentions. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to chop off the very top of my old teacher's head, but not too much! Just enough to let me poke her brain a while, and see what she'll do about it."

Blossom screamed. Buttercup growled. Miss Keane gasped. The weapon was raised. More people screamed. Brick saved the day.

Tumbling down the sidewalk, Brick and Blossom rolled around after Brick tackled her just as the blow was about to be dealt. "Get out of here, all of you!" Brick shouted to everyone gathering around. "Leave! Go! It's not safe here!"

Most of the people ran away, not wanting to get involved with whatever was happening. Still, some others stuck around, curious of whatever was happening. Brick growled as he got to his feet, everybody gathering around what could be a deadly and confused villain.

"Well, if it isn't my dear old brother, Brick!" Buttercup said through Blossom's sweet and innocent voice. "What are you doing out here? I thought you hated Halloween."

"Because I had to save Townsville!" Brick said, looking at his sister whom had risen, ax in her hand. "I've come to save Townsville from you, Buttercup!"

Buttercup gasped and almost dropped the ax in shock. Blossom let out a tiny cheer. Perhaps somebody knew! Maybe Brick could find a way to help her!

"Fat chance at that Blossom!" Buttercup growled, loud enough for Brick to hear. Buttercup looked up at Brick, anger burning in her eyes through eyes Brick had only seen full of love. "So you think you've figured it out? What makes you think that?"

"I read the diary Blossom wrote out, and it just makes sense." Brick said, slowly moving around the Puff that was giving him an amused, yet still furious, stare. "All the recent crimes have happened when Blossom was asleep, so you must have been taking her over somehow. Then you haunt her dreams, haunt her reality, and then take her over like you are now."

"Wow, you're good!" Buttercup chuckled. "To bad you won't be able to share this information with anybody else. And even if you did, I'd just kill them too. I'll kill everybody who stands in my way, until my thirst for violence and horror are finally quenched. And then who knows what I will do next!"

"Over my dead body!" Brick hissed, battle defensive positions ready for anything.

"Is that a threat or your future?" Buttercup growled, getting a good grip on the ax handle. "You wouldn't want to hurt poor little Blossom's body, now would you?"

"I'll do whatever I have to do to make sure you don't harm any other people ever again!"

"I guess we have to find that out now, don't we?"

With that, Buttercup lurched forward at Brick, swinging the ax as fast as she could. Brick quickly backed up, the blade of the ax slicing the front of his shirt. He jumped forward to kick the ax out of Buttercup's hand. But Buttercup was anticipating this, and had her left fist out from underneath the ax to block it. Catching his foot, Buttercup gave Brick a flip in the air. As he spun and his back turned to her, Buttercup took another swing with the ax. This time the weapon hit it's target dead on.

Brick flopped to the ground like a limp rag doll, then immediately jumped back to his feet. The weapon may have hit, but he was fortunate enough that it was a backswing, and the large, flat area had hit him, and not the actual blade. He flew at Buttercup again, eager to defend himself. Buttercup started swishing the ax in an X formation, the sound of it cutting the crisp air blowing air on its subject. Brick hopped anxiously watching the ax. He successfully blocked the blade by smacking the flat area on the side with his hand. This set Buttercup off balance, causing her to stumble back a step. Brick rushed in and knock the hatchet out of the hand. Buttercup continued falling back and took a scoop of dirt and grass from Miss Keane's lawn. While rolling up from her summersault she threw the clump of dirt into Brick's face, temporarily blinding him.

As Buttercup continued rolling she got back upright and did a vertical spin with the ax extended. If Brick hadn't been bending over rubbing the dirt from his eye, he would've been hit in the head. Instead, only the brim of his hat was severed off. He looked up in time to see the ax still spinning, and jumped straight up into the air to avoid it. Taking careful aim, Brick shot a crimson blast from his eyes at the weapon. The eye laser hit smack on the blade but Buttercup held on to it fast, even though it threw her off and she was knocked to the ground. Brick flew down as fast as he could to snatch the only means there was to harm him enough. Just as he flew down at Buttercup's back, he saw a quick and swift movement. He could only look as a pair of angry pink eyes flew in the opposite direction as him. He could feel the cold blade sinking into his stomach as its holder pulled it up into him.

A sudden flash of energy knocked Buttercup over. Brick fell over gasping for air. He pulled up his torn shirt to look to see the damage. He was relieved to see he had only gotten a long yet minor cut drawing only a tiny bit of blood. He looked up to see Buttercup sprawled out on the ground, the ax a few feet away. She was painfully crawling around the ground, pushing her long orange hair out of her eyes while scrambling for the weapon. Brick was surprised to see none other then Princess descending on there location.

"Don't worry Brick my dearest!" Princess called, charging up her hands with powerful energy to unleash another powerful blow to her target. "I shall save the world from the most powerful killer to ever exist in all the world!"

Buttercup looked up and gave Princess an evil glare. "What do you think you're doing here?" She roared.

"Princess, get out of here!" Brick shouted, slowly getting to his feet. "You don't know what you're getting in to!"

"I'm here to show everybody I'm the greatest in the world!" Princess declared, smiled at Brick with a little smirk. "You're going to be so impressed when I save you from Blossom, won't you?"

"That's not Blossom, it's Buttercup!" Brick yelled as he tried unsuccessfully to get past Princess. "Now you and everybody else get out of here, she's dangerous!"

"Buttercup? Oh please, that's the silliest excuse I've ever heard!" Laughed Princess. "Now I suggest that YOU get out of the way. This is going to turn out messy."

"Yeah, but you're the one that's going to be the mess, not make it!"

Princess turned around to see an ax in her face. The actual blade was touching her face, its momentum completely halted by her dark purple visor over her face. It was quickly pulled out, and she saw Blossom holding the weapon, ready to strike another blow.

"Your suit is strong Princess." She heard the voice of Blossom say. "At probably stronger then myself. But sooner or later this little hatchet will hack away enough of it to be hacking away at your very flesh and bones."

"We'll see about that!" Princess yelled, then charged at the twisted look of the pink Powerpuff. Her tack off knocked a protesting Brick to the ground and across the street.

Purple energy flowing off of her orange metallic gloves, Princess flew a few feet off the air above Buttercup. She started throwing glowing balls of power at her objective below. Buttercup nimbly dodged each blast initially, but there were chunks of the sidewalk's concrete and clumps of the grass flying into her face. Lifting her hands above her face, Princess charged up a massive attack, dozens of huge energy bolts dancing from one palm of her hand to the other. When she couldn't withstand the force screeching above her head anymore, she let it loose on the ground bellow. Buttercup waved her fist around, clearing the dust in time to see a huge surging sphere of pure loose energy sailing towards her. She was saved from certain harm when a flinging manhole cover was tossed into the energy ball, causing it to erupt the object in a massive explosion.

"Brick, what do you think you're doing?" Princess yelled to the red Rowdyruff as he drew back his extended throwing arm.

"I'm saving Blossom!" He declared, standing over an empty manhole in the road. "I want to get Buttercup out of her, not destroy both of them!"

"There you go again!" Princess huffed. "Complaining about Buttercup when we all know that Blossom is the killer. I mean, what are you, dumb?"

"Of course he is!" Came Blossom's voice out of nowhere. "Or he would have let me had it, and thus would have saved himself a lot of bloodshed!"

Leaping at her brother, Buttercup swung the ax with deadly accuracy. Brick jumped over the horizontal attack and landed on top of her head. He was immideanly knocked off by a misdirected blow from Princess, burning his shirt and knocking him across the grass and into a tree in the neighbor's yard.

"Brick, what are you doing!" Princess bellowed, angry that she missed what she was trying to destroy and hit what she was trying to protect I suppose. "Get out of here before I kill you too!"

"No! Nobody is killing anybody!" Brick moaned, struggling to recover from the blast. "Not you nor I, and especially not Blossom!"

"I must kill Blossom!" Princess yelled, charging up another blast. "And if you don't give that honor to me, than I will kill BOTH of you!"

"If you get in my way of saving Blossom," Brick warned, "don't be surprised if YOU'RE the one who's killed!"

"My, this is turning out to be great fun!" Laughed Buttercup, skipping up and down like some kind of a goofball. "So many references to killing people, not even knowing what it's true meaning is, the meaning of death. You should be like me and know what it's true meaning is and not care! HA!"

Complaining to herself a little to loud, Princess started spinning around in circles. The electrical current started building up in a round doughnut like shape, sparking like wild. When she stopped spinning, a twirling ring spun wildly at Buttercup. She looked at the attack with surprise and much interest. Before she could figure out what means in order to block the attack, she was knocked over and out of the way with a kick to the hip.

Princess let out a cry of frustration as Brick knocked Blossom out of the way of her attack. Buttercup's eyes opened with a great deal amount of pain, as Brick's strike hit her directly in the wound she had made Blossom give herself only a night ago. She still held onto the ax however, as Brick approached and towered over her.

"You know Blossom feels this pain too?" Buttercup hissed angrily.

Before Brick could make a comeback Princess punched him in the head and out of the way. She dove at Blossom's body, grabbed it by her dress, and hoisted it high over her head. Brick fired his eye lasers at Princess, but they just bounced off of her. Whipping around, Princess tossed Blossom's body at Brick, knocking the two of them into the same three with so much force that it knocked it over and onto the two of their heads. Buttercup immediately started lashing out with her weapon every way she possibly could. Bark and branches flew everywhere, although she was hopping that she would see a limb of Brick flying by instead.

Pulling herself out of the plant and looked around for Princess. She didn't have to look long, because she was standing right next to her with a blast ready to tear apart what was left of the tree. Buttercup gave Princess a head butt, making the brat loose her balance and her charge. But it hurt Buttercup even more, and she fell back a few steps. Princess recovered and charged up a different attack. This time the point on the top of her head started glowing red. Then she leaned forward and shot out a wide and thick beam of electrifying power.

Buttercup quickly held the ax's blade up in front of her face where the bast was directed. It stopped the beam from burning off her face, but it was quickly heating up the super powerful metal the blade was composed of. Princesses kept the beam pouring out like mad; hoping this would not only rid her rival of her weapon but also her head. The attack finally came to an end when Brick smashed Princess away with what was left of the massive tree.

Lowering the steaming and glowing ax, Buttercup silently flew towards Brick to defeat him. But Brick could see this out of the corner of his eye, and batted Buttercup away as well. He looked up to see Princess throwing another large globe of raw energy at Buttercup. He raised the three to intercept the blast from hitting the recovering Puff he had just knocked away. The electricity ball blew the rest of the three up, leaving Brick holding a smoldering trunk.

"Just who are you protecting here anyway?" Buttercups inquired, seeing him consistently beat her up, then save her a second later.

"Blossom!" He shouted.

"Over my resurrected body!" Buttercup screamed in a totally furious voice. Then she thought of what she said, laughed a bit, then shot her eye laser into Princess's eye visor through the crack she had made setting her face on fire.

Princess let out a blood-curtailing scream as she left the skin on her face start boiling under the immense pressure inside her helmet. Arms waving around like mad, Princess tossed the helmet off of her head. Her suit was going haywire, and giant bolts of lightning where streaming uncontrollably, destroying everything they came into contact with. Parts of Miss Keane's house were blown off, as well as all the tall trees and telephone poles down the raid. Finally, she flew onto the ground in a heap and started rolling around in a frenzy. When the fire finally became extinguished, Princess just laid there, still smoking slightly, but felt no pain, due to her being unconscious.

"Hmmm I can't think of any puns that include fire and rich spoiled brats for the moment." Buttercup thought out loud. "Oh well, one will come to me eventually!"

Before she could think up a witty retort, Brick was upon her again. This time he got a good grip of the wooden handle, and the two of them began spinning around in a twisted game of tug of war. Yelling, Buttercup pounded on Brick continually, who in turn did not want to give her any physical harm if necessary. Instead he pushed on her chest, drying desperately to pry that weapon from her grip. The two of them spun around down the street and into a car, denting the door in. Buttercup pushed Brick deeper into the car, as Brick pushed the ax in the opposite direction. They both held their positions, sweat pouring off their faces as they each tried to gain possession of the weapon that could end the victor's enemy's life in one swing.

With a one large push, Brick thrusted himself out of the car and into Buttercup. Brick gave a mighty yank before Buttercup could get her footing back and almost lost her grip. Both of them started flying away in the opposite directions, the ax in a completely horizontal position. It all came down to this. Whoever let go first would surely be the looser of the battle, and perhaps their life.

"Ball of twine fluffy towels singing cows on the fourth hill prosthetic forehead on their real head!"

Buttercup's eye's turned to total confusion as Blossom suddenly shouted out in her mind. Blossom had been shouting at Buttercup to stop the entire fight. She was successfully able to block out every plea and warning to stop, but she wasn't expecting a huge amount of gibbering. It was just enough of a moment of confusion and attention distracting to allow Brick to let loose a powerful spin kick.

With an extremely loud crack, the wooden handle of the ax was broken in two. Since Brick had his hand higher then Buttercup's, then the half with the blade on it was in his hands. Buttercup stumbled back a few steps before falling on her bottom. She slowly looked up with a dark look on her face to see Brick standing over her, tapping the ax's head in his hands.

"You're not the only one who knows how to distract a person!" Blossom said with a laugh.

Buttercup growled then replied with, "But I AM the only one who knows how to win this fight!"

With that, she slid herself back a few feet at jumped to her feat. Then she grabbed hold of the bottom of Blossom's dress and pulled it up to her chest. Brick gasped then quickly averted his eyes on seeing Blossom standing there in her underwear. Buttercup then grabbed hold of the large bandage surrounding her stomach and yanked them off. Underneath the cloths was the injury that almost took Blossom's life. Now it was just a huge indent inside her stomach, like a twisted and sick looking bellybutton five times as large as it was supposed to be. With the other half of the ax handle still in her hand, Buttercup placed the sharp edge up against the scar. She held it there with one hand, the other hand pressing firmly against the butt end of the handle.

"One more move," Buttercup hollered, "and I'll shove this into Blossom's scar! Although the wood isn't going to break through the wound and kill both of us, I'm willing to bet that the enormous amount of pain is going to make Blossom wish that it had killed her!"

Brick's eyes rushed around frantically, trying to figure out what to do. He wanted to save Blossom more then anything else in the world, and he wasn't counting on Buttercup taking her hostage like this. Using this moment of Brick's hesitation, Buttercup hurdled herself at Brick. She jumped into the air and started a spin. The first time around she kicked him in the head. The second time she faced him she kicked the blade of his hand. On the third time around she grabbed hold of the blade still flying threw the air. And when she faced him again, she brought the ax down hard into Brick's knee. As Brick hollered out in pain, Buttercup could only look and laugh.

"Well I'll be!" She said, ignoring Blossom wailing in the back of her mind. "I do so believe that that's the same knee I busted on the Professor four years ago! You do know that's the reason why he had to use that cane now, don't you?"

Then Buttercup violently pulled out the hatchet's head, causing Brick to let out another yell of pain. Then he dropped to his knee, clutching the other one in pain. Eventually he looked up. He stared into the cold and unforgiving face that was supposed to be Blossom, a single tear running down his own face clenched in defile of letting Buttercup see his pain.

"You broke my ax " Buttercup slowly said as darkly as she possibly could. " and for that, I have to break you. Give my regards to the big man upstairs."

A moment later everyone who was still around to see the fight was running away in fear after seeing his or her first decapitation.


Darkness filled most of the Utonium residence at this hour. The only light still on in the whole house was the one coming from Blossom's room. The rest of the house sat as if it was dead, not giving any signs that it was alive. The light beaming out of one window only gave the impression that it was on its last breath of air, ready to be exhaled, bringing the end to a beginning. It was very unlike the night, which was just getting started.

All of a sudden, a low creaking sound filled the house. Light from the outside world poured into the seemingly barren living room as the front door opened. A lone head peeked inside, then the rest followed. The individual slowly floated around the house. She adjusted the hair bow on the top of her head. As annoying as it was, Buttercup felt it gave her a bit of authority.

She was still grumbling over two things. The first was that her beloved instrument of doom had been broken. When its last job had been finished, she had simply thrown it away in anger, leaving a trail of blood after it. She could've just used the blade and no more, but even the wood of the handle of the ax wasn't made of your average wood. The whole thing would be too hard to fix anyway. She could have, yes, but that's not the point. It's the whole principle of the thing.

The other thing she was still mad about was Blossom.

She had been crying and wailing ever since she had seen and felt the doing of Brick's demise. As hard as she tried to, Buttercup just couldn't drown out her sister's mourning forever. She growled to herself as she continued floating throughout the house.

"For crying out loud Blossom, enough already!" Buttercup screamed from inside her head. "If you're going to cry like this every time we kill somebody, we're not going to get along at all!"

"I'm never going to get along with you!" Blossom screamed in her mind as loud as she could. "You you "

"I see your mind cannot find an appropriate word for me to the fullest." Buttercup said as she rolled her eyes, making her way to the stairs. "It wouldn't matter if you pulled every swear and curse word out at me from the book. It wouldn't effect me at all. I know you don't know what they mean anyway."

"All I know is that you're the worst person to ever exist!" Blossom said between fits of anger. "And I truly mean that, from the very pit of my soul."

"Why Blossom, I'm touched! I actually have that honor?"

"It's not an honor and you know it! You're the one who's so big on what the other person is. I truly hate you, meaning I wish you were never created! Even all the good things you did to others at any point in your time isn't worth you feeling the taste of life for one second!"

Buttercup huffed a bit. "Yeah, well it's to bad you can't hate me anymore then it is. You're going to go as insane as me when I continue my killings once I gather some new weapons for the hunt from your medical box."

Blossom gasped in horror. "Why Buttercup? Why can't you stop after such a horrible act as you just pulled?"

"Well, it hard to top something like. But I couldn't possibly stop! That is, unless you can think of something better for me to do."

"Blossom? Is that you?"

If Blossom had control of her heart, it would have surly sunk into the depths of her stomach until it was stretching the bottom. She could feel Buttercup expressing pure joy for evil intentions as she turned around. And if Blossom had control of her eyes, she would litteraly be crying them straight out of her skull.

"Blossom, what are you doing out of the hospital?" The voice said, coming out of the door leading to the basement. "You shouldn't be here!"

"No Buttercup, no " cried Blossom harder then ever. "Not the Professor!"

The Professor immerged from his lab and flipped on a light. He squinted in the brightness and sure enough, it was the little pink Puff. Buttercup just floated Blossom's body right next to the first step of the stairs leading to the next level of the house. She said nothing, but looked at the Professor coldly.

"Have you been getting your IVs?" The Professor scolded, taking a step closer every once in a while. "Did they let you go out of the hospital, or did you escape? What are you doing here?"

"Buttercup, please! I beg you, don't harm the Professor!" Blossom pleaded so hard she felt her brain about to explode. "He's the only one left who truly loves me. He can love you to if you just give him the chance!"

Buttercup remained expressionless and emotionless. Blossom couldn't even pick up a single thought going through Buttercup's mind. Whatever she was planning on doing, she had it planned out so well that she didn't even have to think about it. The Professor looked down at her with anger on his face. Buttercup looked up at him with the still dark and blank face on hers. Eventually, the Professor sighed.

"I'm sorry Blossom." He said. "I haven't been supportive for you at all. Here you are, hunted down by a killer, loosing members of your family, then being tossed into a completely different one. No wonder you haven't been getting enough sleep lately, you must be worried by these things too much."

"No Professor!!" Blossom screamed, trying to talk to the Professor even though she knew she couldn't. "I'm always tired because Buttercup doesn't let me sleep, but uses me for her crimes. Don't become one yourself!"

Buttercup continued looking at the Professor, even when he started rubbing her head lovingly. "I just haven't been spending any quality with you. I've grown quite attached to my boys, and I can't imagine how hard it must be to come into that. We need a relationship like that, and I'm sorry I haven't been trying to build one of them."

"Oh please Buttercup don't hurt him don't hurt him!" Blossom groaned with pain so great she could have sworn that Buttercup twitched once from it. "He's our creator, he made all of us for only loving intentions. He's our protector, our guardian, our our father! Don't hurt him! No!!"

The Professor leaned down closer to put his arm around her and pull her closer. "Now now, I know you're probably angry with me right now. I can understand that. I haven't been showing the love you deserve. For that, I'm sorry. Will you ever forgive me?"

"I'll forgive you Professor!" Blossom screamed to the unmoving Buttercup. "I'll forgive you for everything I don't even care I just want to be with you any way I don't care who my brothers are BUTTERCUP DON'T HURT HIM!!"

Leaning closer, the Professor added, "Tomorrow we'll start getting together, just you and me, and we'll get reacquainted all over again. We can't get back to where we once were, but we can help get each other to the next location better together. What do you say?"

Then he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Blossom could feel her heart, her soul, her entire existence being ripped away. "Please dear god, don't let this be the last time he'll ever be able to kiss me again!" She pleaded this so hard and so earnestly from the pit of her essence, that a real tear actually fell down her real cheek out of her real eye. Buttercup's eyes went wide when she felt the tear come out. Furious, she reached forward and took a tight grip around the Professor's throat.

"You foolish little man!" Buttercup roared in a low whisper at the completely shocked Professor. "Who do you think you are, God? Do you think you have all the power to create life like us, and then get along with it all perfectly like you're trying to do now?"

The Professor could only stare in utter horror and eyes almost as big as the Puff squeezing his neck with her one hand. He was unable to speak, let alone breath. Blossom let out a loud and shrill scream that made Buttercup twitch again.

"No Buttercup! For the love of anything, don't hurt him!"

Buttercup tried to not listen to Blossom, sweet running down her head as she continued to torment her creator whom was turning blue in the face. "You think you're some kind of scientist, being able to create three Perfect little girls? Well do I look perfect? Huh? DO I!?!"

"Buttercup, please! Don't do this!" Continued the begging of Blossom.

"Why did you have to make all of us so different? Why did you have to make some of us good, only to have some of us bad?

"Stop Buttercup, let him go!"

"And why did you have to make the one that was the leader be the only pure of heart one?"

"I'll do anything you ask, but let the Professor live!"

"You don't have an answer, you don't have ANY answers!"

"I'll let you have my body if you only leave the Professor alone!"

"You only try and cover up all of it, like you're trying to do now with Blossom!"

"He gave us like and took care of us even though he didn't have to let along know how please let him go!"

"You're no parent, you're just a person who wants to be a god, and now your own chemical-X powered creation will destroy you!"

In a dramatic display of frailing limbs and falling bodies, Buttercup suddenly released her death grip from the Professor. He fell to the ground limply, choking and gasping for air. Blossom's body continued to struggle and lash about, every part of her body acting in a different way then the rest. Without warning Blossom's mind felt like a great load had been dropped upon it, like someone was squeezing her head. She couldn't even guess at what was happening as her body flipped and flopped like it was in an overactive washing machine.

Then out of nowhere it felt like something exploded inside of her. Her body was still struggling with itself, but less now. As she tried to get her mind back on track again, her body slowly got up to its feet. It shook her head, then paused for a minute. Her hands reached up and felt her hair, her hair bow, her face and body. She looked around the house then flew over to see if the Professor was all right. As she placed her hand on his shoulder to help him up, she felt her body go into another convulsion. This one was more violent, but only lasted a quick second.

Blossom groaned the rubber her eyes. Rubber her eyes? She opened her eyes for real and looked down at her hands. She told them to wave to her and they did. She was in control of body again! Buttercup was gone!

"No I'm not!"

Blossom cringed at the sound of that voice. Only this time it sounded further back. As she felt those icy tentacles start pulling at her brain again, they were suddenly whisked away, leaving Blossom all alone again.

Taking a deep breath, Blossom closed her eyes and listened closely. She could still hear Buttercup's muffled screams of anger somewhere deep inside her. Whatever was going on, she could just feel that Buttercup would be coming back in total control of her body again. She only had a few seconds to do SOMETHING!

Blossom jumped up into the air and looked around frantically. How could she stop Buttercup? There was no way she could kill an evil spirit living inside of her, at least none that she knew of that she could do right this second! There was no way of killing Buttercup, not without killing herself as well!

Her mind raced. She reminded herself of everything that happened, everyone Buttercup made her hurt, and everything everyone said. As she continued to come up with nothing, she could feel a tiny prick or two in the back of her head. Buttercup was coming; she had to act now! Buttercup

Blossom remembered Buttercup's last words to the Professor that the chemical-X creation he made was going to kill him that was it!

Realizing everybody else in the world had nothing to loose, Blossom dashed up to her room. She kicked the door open and flew right past Butch. He had moved since she last saw him, but she didn't even pay any attention. She ripped open the silver box containing all the medical tools that could be used on her. She threw them across the room until she found the one she was looking for. Holding it up high with determination, she jumped clear out of her room and then with another leap she flew down the stairs.

"Blossom? Bloss Bloss Bloss Blossom?"

Blossom ignored the voice of Buttercup coming back to her. She flew down into the Professor's lab and look around the room as fast as she could. Frustrated of what she saw out in the open, she started throwing beakers on the floor and opening drawers and cabinets, searching wildly. Just as she could feel somebody else's presents surrounding her, she found what she was looking for.

Antidote-X, a chemical that had the undoing powers of chemical-X. Her enemy Mojo once hit her with the stuff, and it removed her powers temporarily. And a Powerpuff without powers, is a threat to nobody.

Blossom looked at the bottle of antidote-X in one hand. In her other hand was the utensil she had brought from her medical box – a hypodermic needle.

"Blossom what are you doing, Blossom?" Rang Buttercup's voice in Blossom head. As Blossom filled up the needle with the deadly chemical, she could feel her green sister grabbing a hold of her brain.

Dropping the bottle on the floor, Blossom looked at the needle, full of glowing orange liquid. Everything slowed down to a halt in Blossom's mind, Buttercup gradually taking it over. She saw her creation. She saw her family. She saw her first day of school. She saw the first time Mojo attacked Townsville. She saw the time Townsville was saved from every disaster imaginable. She saw nothing but an overall feeling of love. Taking the deepest breath she had ever taken in her whole life and closing her eyes . Blossom plunged the needle into her left arm and pressed down on the hammer, inserting the liquid inside her body.

"Noooooooooooooo!!!" Buttercup screamed louder then she had ever screamed. Her whole essence started tearing itself apart from defeat and from pure, pure anger. Pain became the only thing she knew, as her spirit was ripped to shreds, and continued destroying itself. Each time it brought nothing of the pain that the individual had brought during and after her lifetime.

Blossom, meanwhile, was withering on the floor in a seizure. Rolling up in a ball, needle still in her arm, Blossom could feel the pain of ten thousand needles jabbing into her left arm nonstop. The feeling spread until her hand was shaking uncontrollably, her fist clenching up from too much pain. The agony continued to spread over her shoulder and into her chest. She gasped for air until she couldn't even tell if she was breathing anymore. She could do nothing but whimper and moan, tears almost exploding out of her eyes as more and more of her body went into convulsions. Right before the anguish completely took hold of her and she was plunged into darkness, she was able to let out one little squeak in the tiniest and saddest voice ever –

"I want my Daddy!"

End of Part Five