Sweat trickled down her back in a steady trickle like the blood that was seeping from her soul. There he was, a lone man, desperately, driving maniacally away from nothing. She would have all the power, everything, nothing would be beyond her. She slowly landed on the dusty plain, breathed in the clouds of dust, ignoring how the grains of sand scraped her esophagus, burnt her throat. Pain is good. She looked at the two stones in her hand, absorbing light and emitting light like always. How can there possibly giants in this world once more? There were never giants, so I shall be here forever.

The man furtively glanced around, at the sky, as he paused his car by the cliff, peering desperately through the dusty obfuscating cloud, searching for a sign of impending doom. Buttercup fell from the sky, crushing his car, as he spun around, alerted by the sound of screeching metal, hugging the pure white stone to his heart, staring into the eyes of his bane.

The Professor glanced through his visor, heat from his flustered face misting up the bulletproof screen, staring at the monitor, as his suit aided hands operated the Dynamo, warping towards the single speck. Buttercup kicked the man onto the floor, knocked the stone from his hands and plunged her hands into his chest, ripping, delving, into the innards. Buttercup, no… The Professor screamed within himself but had no time to let it loose.

Buttercup stared, blankly into the sun, slowly lifting a blood-soaked hand, wiping at her face, clearing away a tear, she stepped above the final stone, reached down to pick up the unifying piece of her life, when her eyes focused on something. It can't be. A giant version of herself flew towards her, sun glinting in its eyes. Until the Giants roam the land once more. And now a giant flies towards me. The stone in her hand lost its glint, she felt as though a piece of her soul was wrenched from her.

"A giant may fly towards me, but the dead are dead still" she cried into the receding day.

She bent down quickly to pick up the final piece when, in a final burst of warp, the Dynamo rammed into her and exploded.

Blossom screamed in the pain consciousness brought along with feeling and breath. Every ragged breath staggered with pain, coursing along life-giving air, into her lungs, like the blood which flowed through her veins. She was alive. Pain wracked her soul, physical pain, then mental.

Buttercup!

She flew at Buttercup, struggled silently for the prize. Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, Buttercups hand flew at her chest, sliding through the flesh easily. She gave a sudden gasp of surprise and then went blank. Gripped in an eternal, final embrace, as, in the din of Bubbles sleepy gurgles and the Professors penetrating snores, the heat slowly escaped her body and the dark of the night enveloped her.

Buttercup!

Blossom pandiculated, in a naïve innocent act, like a child, before the true paramount of events gripped her.

Buttercup

She stared at the television as a news helicopter encircled the scene of a massive explosion. The reporters' voice rang out, describing her own, and Bubbles death, then the screen spiraled down, affixing on the Professors body, strewn out amid the wreckage.

Buttercup

Bubbles

Professor

Buttercup

She flew in a scream of rage which echoed in infinity and flew off to the glaring sun and the side seas.

Buttercup flew back to the spot where the final stone lay, averting her eyes from the Professors body.  She bent her head down in a moment of mourning, and opened her eyes to see someone elses hand reach out and pick up the stone. She looked up in shock, Blossom.

"You're dead"

"I was, I walk the lands again"

The Prophecy

Buttercup looked at the stones in her hand. They carried no more power, now, simply a token of former power. An ornament, no more. Angrily she kicked Blossom in the chest, sending her sprawling into the ploughed up ground. At once, consumed by righteous rage, Blossom sprang up to meet her next flurry of blows.  Buttercup dodged a blow, Blossom parried her next, kicked her feet from under her and flung her into the ground. She spun around to lay a final slash on her, and Buttercup stuck her hand out and stabbed it into her chest, like a ghostly mirror of her first death. Buttercup blindly stumbled to her feet, watching as her Blossom closed her eyes from the mortal blow. She turned around as, Blossom, in her final shreds of life swung the stone around catching her in the back and she fell to the cold forbidding ground.

She looked around her at the battered land, the Professor lying dead, stretched out, face contorted in immortal agony. The mess of metal and scorched earth. The sky, as blue, well as blue as the deepness in Bubbles eyes and the clouds as pure as the hearts of those she had robbed of lives. The sun slowly set. The sky turned red, like the blood she spilt, then finally black, as her heart. The sea, the great, sea, green and forbidding, impassable in its width and breadth, now seems meek and shallow as it mimicked the sky, turning red, then obsidian. Looking up she saw Blossom, tensed, sorrowful, dying, holding the stone above her head. As the last rays of the sun faded to nothingness, Buttercup smiled and closed her eyes. It was all over. She released the two black stones, hearing the thump echoing through eternity like a final act of release, and Blossom brought her fist on her head.

The End

That space was there to give you time to contemplate the story and the ending, sorry if it annoyed you. This story is now over. The sad, tragic end for the story is that, everyone dies, Blossom, Bubbles, the Professor, Buttercup, all. Though to those who can't stand death, you can think of it in a less pessimistic way where all of them gets rescued my chemical x, the Professor survives, Buttercup is reformed, though, that euphoric ending, in my opinion, would kind of negate the effect of the story. Well thank you to all my reviewers,  Adam ( I know it would have been better longer, nut I think my work quality tends to drop when I write too much on things other than essential plot points. If I had dragged it out too much  would probably have lost interest in it.) Oh, that reminds me. I'm thinking of discontinuing Dark at the End of the Tunnel. Sorry to anyone who liked that story, but I just feel as if I'm not interested in the plot anymore. I'll probably write a formal discontinuation letter and a plot summary of future events to be posted later. Well back to thanking reviewers. Hairy Gregory, thanks, you have really shown support to me, expecially when I just begun and was writing crap. Many other genres, like Harry Potter, rarely are any beginning writers given support, in the Powerpuff girls, you have given many writers the means of overcoming the first hurdles, propelling them into well, stuff like his and many of the other great fics written by people who weren't great in the beginning. Oh, and thanks for the tip on how to overcome the uploading problem fanfiction.net experience. Raskolian and Ratchet Lombax, well, another great reviewer, giving lots of support, especially in my newer ventures. I especially like how you would actively look up my stuff and review stuff I was never hoping a review for anymore unless I was extremely lucky(Tolkien villanelle, Rise of the Phoenix) Thanks for your support in all genres of work and your very appreciated and helpful insights and reviews. The other people who reviewed before this was deleted. I don't remember the what you actually said so sorry,  Ican't give as heartfelt a thanks as the people above. Grand Funkmistress Revolution, (I remember your review, but as Raskolian said "I do have to rather agree with something Grand Funkmistress Revolution said; it

is a lot like her fic 'Deadly X.'  Corruption by power.  *Shrugs.*  But there

are so many PPG fics on this site that getting something totally original in

every way besides characters is nearly impossible.  Just had to say that; it

doesn't mean I think any less of your fic, CF. :)rnI wonder when Buttercup will

start calling those stones 'My Precious.'  LOL!  Sorry, I had to say that;

seen/read LOTR too many times."

Terry-Bogard, Tortured Artist, blueamber, ivygreen, anyone I forget, if you tell me, I'll gladly modify it.

Well, bye and thanks for following me through this. I'll most likely be finaishing of my other projects before starting anything new.