DYING TO LIVE



A PpG 'alternate reality' fan fiction

By I am a good fighter


DISCLAIMER: Powerpuff Girls created by Craig McCracken and all characters associated with the show are owned by Cartoon Network


Story idea adapted from the novel 'Replay' (c) 1986 by Ken Grimwood


This story is rated PG-13




TEN

When I came to, I tried to get my bearings. I instantly knew my attempt at suicide had been wasted. Oh, it worked, all right. I died again but it no longer mattered what the day was. Dying before August didn't help at all. I was doomed to suffer this curse until whatever demon had placed it was finished with me. I was just trying to figure out at what point in my past I had been dropped, only to have to cope with living until I died yet again.

Something wasn't right. I was chained to a hospital bed, barely able to move my arms and legs. We did have a setup like this at home, in the lab, but I worried because even though it was such a long time ago, I couldn't EVER remember being chained to a hospital bed, period.

What worried me even more were the four police officers surrounding the bed. They were all holding rifles and three of them looked like they couldn't wait to use them. The fourth just looked sad. I thought he looked familiar but I didn't know his name. I KNEW nothing like this had ever happened before and I was scared.

"Professor? Where's the Professor?! Where're my sisters?!!"

"Hey, she's awake!" The officer who said that left the room.

"Jesus, she doesn't know!" one of the other cops said. The sad one looked like he was going to cry.

"Doesn't know what? What's going on?" I yelled. "Girls? Professor?!" I was terrified. I pulled at my bindings and stopped immediately. The pain in my chest and left wrist told me to.

The cop who left came back in with a man who I guessed to be another cop; probably a detective since he wasn't in uniform. I didn't recognize him either; and when he flashed a badge at me, I couldn't catch his name.

"Blossom Utonium? I'm placing you under arrest for the murders of Professor Utonium, Buttercup and Bubbles Utonium. You have the right...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"






It was true, Dear Diary. My family was dead and I was the one who killed them. I kept telling myself no but the TV and the papers and the cops and the lawyers and the judges and the looks of hate and the looks of sadness and all the others who just shook their heads kept telling me yes, Blossom Utonium, YOU are a murderer, YOU did this horrible thing, not Mojo Jojo, not Him, YOU, YOU, YOU!!!

I laid in that bed, numb, not really listening to what my court-appointed attorney or anyone else said. All I could think of was what I had done. How could I DO that to them? Dear Diary, why did they try to stop me? Dumb question, I know why. I'd have tried to stop it, too, if it was one of them. I only wish that they'd left me alone. Whatever it was that placed this curse had sure gotten its money's worth.

I prayed that my sisters and Professor would somehow be able to forgive me, and I knew that when this wretched life of mine ended once more, I would see them again, alive and unaware that they had been butchered by the person they were trying to save. Knowing that fact didn't erase the knowledge that I would never forgive myself. I was thankful for one thing, that I had no memory of the horror that must have been on their faces when they died. I cried until there were no tears left in me, only hate and anger; most of it reserved for myself. I never cried again.