Raskolian and Ratchet Lombax: Um, only Bubbles and Blossom. There will be quite a bit more deaths in this.
Again someone dies in this. Not one of the girls or the Professor this time.
The italic text are thoughts, in Buttercups case the italic text is usually her "good" side and the bold italic her "evil" thoughts.
What have I done?
What you wanted done.
I did not want this. I'm a murderer.
You are above a murderer now. You are above all. She was meddling in our affairs.
No, she should not I have died. I'd willingly throw away this accursed stone if it would bring her back.
But, it would not. Don't be foolish. The power? Open your eyes.
No. I dare not.
OPEN YOUR EYES! Swiftly, lay her body outside the window. The wound in her chest looks like a laser made it. Blame it on Mojo. It's his word against yours, and after you've dealt with him it's your word alone.
No, I can't do this
You have no choice…
With a groan, Buttercup wrenched her eyes open, squinting through her twitching eyelids as the dawn sun, awoke, pandiculating, to indifferently behold the petty chances of the humans on the broad land she now warmed with her scorching glow. She felt her arms close on a soft mass. Hugging it to her chest, she groaned. Then, she opened her eyes, gazed into the listless pupils of her sister. Startled she jumped back, flinging her to the floor. Behind her she heard Bubbles whimper in her sleep and turn over. Sadly she looked at Blossoms body, lying stretched out on the floor, hand pointed towards her. She let her hand fall on the bed again, and it touched the stone. Shivering, she felt the addictive power sweep through her. Slowly, she quelled her tears, lifted Blossoms body, flew out of the window, and unceremoniously dumped her on top of the morning newspaper. The headlines were about their victory against Him yesterday. As Blossoms arm lolled onto the fluttering pages, she wondered how different the typed text would be tomorrow. Shivering she crept beck in bed, the black stone she held in her hand vanquishing the tears she longed to shed before they reached her eyes from her grief wracked brain. Glaring enragedly at the smooth spherule, she made as if to throw it away, then broke down and slipped it into her pocket. Below her, as the nightingales gave their grand finale, replaced by the morning chorus of the hungry chicks, gasping for food, blood, the Professor, filled his cup of coffee, lighted his pipe, and stepped out the door to retrieve his paper, expecting more pride from the praise emanating from the news article. He opened the door and his scream trembled through the house.
He knows now. I can't go down there after killing my sister.
Mojo will be coming by. He knows of your near defeat yesterday and would be seeking to defeat you. Put the blame on him. When you see him, kill him.
I can't kill anymore.
As you wish, prepare to lose the power…
Buttercup groaned, leaping out of bed. Behind her, Bubbles was groggily rubbing her eyes. The Professor lay on his back, clutching his heart, and on the floor, in a ray of sunlight, lay Blossom. Buttercup felt sickened at the sight and fell onto the floor, grasping at the air for support. Bubbles came down, and with a scream, fainted. Then, as expected, Mojo Jojo came with a large laser.
"I Mojo Jojo will finally defeat the Powerpuff girls, I will kill them, I as in me, as in Mojo Jojo, which is my name, for I am Mojo Jojo" As he stopped in front of the door he saw Blossoms body lying on the floor "Ha, as you see, my genius has already claimed one of you, and I, uh, why are you approaching me like that. No, of course I didn't kill arghhh"
Buttercup flew forward in a frenzy of rage and tears, her arms slicing through the thin armour, killing instantly. As Mojo slumped to the ground, Buttercup knelt down onto the floor, gasping. The Professor walked up to her.
"Buttercup, what did you do"
"Mojo, murdered her. Standing there over Blossoms sacred body, boasting of his heinous deed. How can you expect me to be caring, angry, amazed, calculating, and loyal at the same time."
The Professor, satisfied, did not stay to berate her for he had more pressing concerns. Quickly gathering up Blossoms body, he carried her into the Laboratory. Hurriedly pouring some chemical X onto her wound, please let it work. Nothing happened. Sighing he stepped out, informing his two remaining daughters of her death. He himself collapsed into a blubbering mass of tears. Buttercup, felt strangely torn between her emotions. Part of her was in fits of elation, over the fact that her secret could be kept, the fast vanishing human left in her struggled to weep and quell her elation but she felt, the good was getting defeated.
