Him stops talking. Buttercup stands up and screams, "What the hell do you want from us, you big pansy? You haven't messed with us in thirteen years, and now you wait until my sister is having the worst week of her life to come screw with us? What is your issue? I should kick the crap out of you!"
Blossom turns to Buttercup, and pulls her back into her seat. She hisses, "Buttercup, shut up. Maybe he just wants to talk to us. Just don't piss him off."
We hear the maniacal laughter from the front of the room. It's an eerie, echo of cold death, ringing in our ears. Him is giggling, "Girls, don't be silly. Of course I want to talk to you, but I want so much more from you too. I want revenge." His voice is cold, and slow.
The three of us shift our eyes, back and forth, looking at each other. Fear is ingrained in both of their faces. I can only imagine what expression my face is revealing about me. Blossom stands up, "What do you mean, 'revenge'? What have we ever done to you?"
Him blinks slowly, and drawls, "You forced me to kill my youngest son. That stupid little Bubbles. She befriended my son, and he wasn't strong enough. I had to kill her. It was our plan all along for him to kill her, but I think he fell," he pauses slightly, "In love. What a stupid boy. I had to kill him."
Now it's my turn to stand up, "Your son was Ian?" I ask, slightly confused about how that worked out. It's no wonder Ian never told me about his father.
Buttercup starts talking now, "Him, I have to tell you, your son wasn't much of a murderer. He actually asked someone to help him, who confessed most of the plan to me. I don't know where you went wrong!"
With that sentence, Blossom yells out, "Girls, flower petal attack!" We hadn't practiced this attack, since the day Mojo Jojo died. We all remember it as if we had done it yesterday, though. The three of us fly up into the air, and Blossom and Buttercup dart to the corners of the room. I stay in the center. We all spiral straight up toward the ceiling, and then, still corkscrewing, fly toward Him. We spiral faster and faster, braiding ourselves around each other, until we are practically a flaming ball of fire.
We hit Him at our highest speed, and he is thrown back against the wall. His head hits the wall with a sickening thwack. His body slumps against the wall, totally lifeless. His eyes stare up at the podium, empty. Then we see the blood dripping down the wall by his head.
I whisper, "I - I think he's dead." We all look to each other. We've taken another life. At that same moment, we hear the auditorium doors opening, and Tasha rushes in.
"I stopped by to see how you were doing, and the Professor asked why I wasn't at the meeting. I knew something was wrong, so I called the police. They should be hear soon. Are..." She fades off, as she notices the limp body on the stage.
We all look around at each other. We're unsure of what's going to happen. Will we be arrested? I start to cry. We all group together and hug. I notice that a fat tear is slowly dripping down Buttercup's cheek. What were we thinking? We're past the time of monsters, and saving Townsville. The police aren't going to understand this. As if on cue, they enter, with their guns drawn.
