Sorry about the quality of this chapter. It wasn't very well though up in the beginning when I thought up the plot so this is undeniably bad. Don't worry, I promise the next chapter will be better and longer too.
Vestiges of innocence
Buttercup sat on the edge of the roof, the rough tiles scraping her legs, staring out at the setting moon, casting its baleful gleam upon her blood soaked arms. It had been done. The last of her sisters lost to what? Nothing. Her last vestiges of innocence had been spent to no gain.
She had slowly swung herself through the open window, looked on the care worn face of the man lying on his bed, arms wrapped around his wife, one ear cocked to await the sound of his baby child awakening in the mid of the night. His child would not wake up, she had made sure of that.
She slaughtered them all. The children. His wife. All had been killed for the small symbol of power. She could barely stand to breathe the air for the stench of her loathing sins. Every breath she breathed furthered the life of something which didn't deserve to live.
She flew away, into the night.
Maybe when I have it all I will be content. Maybe when alls spent all will be had. Maybe…
The Professor screw up his eyes in agony at the intense torture of his heart being wrenched from his tender chest, love and devotion cascading from his soul in a violent brisance of fleeing life. The wind blew back the simple sheet covering up her face, leaving Bubbles face pale and lifeless, facing unseeing into the sun's mournful light. She was dead. In a few short days he had lost it all. Blossom was dead, Bubbles dead, Buttercup gone. All was gone. What was there worth living for? He retreated back into his lab, no longer a whole man.
He stared into oblivion like he had for the past hour. He wanted them all to be buried together. As they were together in their lives, inseparable, devoted, loyal sisters, he wanted them to be together in death. He looked once more at Blossom, and then closed the coffin. Then he ripped the cover open once again. Blossom was healing. The chemical X had worked. Elation spread through, filling up the holes in his soul. She wasn't dead. Then what he heard cracked his newly remade soul once more. The radio blared out a quick announcement.
…We have found new evidence of the purported killer of the Powerpuff girls. It seems as if Buttercup has the two missing stones and is now in pursuit of the owner of the final stone. Now we turn to our on the site psychologist to tell us more on thinner workings of her mind. I present…
buttercup. The professor looked at Blossom once more. Yes those holes hadn't looked like laser blasts. That means… The Professor ran down to the cellar and ripped of the cover of a large shape in the shadows. Yes. This will do.
