Inner Turmoil-Chapter 7
The next day Blossom was still turning over in her mind what Buttercup had said about seeing Him. That seemed impossible. He would have attacked her. He would have done something. And what the hell had he been doing in the girl's bathroom spying on Buttercup?
No, he clearly hadn't been spying, because he could easily do that while being invisible. He'd wanted Buttercup to see him, but why? What were his intentions? Was Buttercup going crazy? Was the emotional stress of finding out that they'd been test-tube babies really affecting her mental stability? Was Buttercup even telling the truth?
It seemed impossible, because none of it made sense. Surely if Him was here, he would have made some sort of motion to attack. Buttercup had been all-alone in the bathroom, and he could have easily taken her by surprise and probably kill her without any of them knowing until they'd found her body.
Blossom shuddered. That sounded terrible. It felt terrible. But then again, both her and Bubbles had already been complaining about feeling like someone was watching them. Maybe he had a reason for not attacking. Maybe that wasn't his intention at this point.
Perhaps they were all just a bunch of hallucinating loonies, but that didn't seem very likely either. It was however more desirable than thinking that Him was lurking around Seattle somewhere, watching them, waiting for some sort of weakness before he could strike. But whatever the case, it had definitely been traumatic enough to make Buttercup cry.
Was it the sudden shock of seeing a former villain, who just happened to be the evilest of evil? Was it shock because he'd apparently appeared suddenly and then disappeared? Or was it that mixed with the fact that she now hated the professor's guts?
Blossom was suddenly horrified to think that as she'd been walking home alone that one night, Him had been watching her from somewhere. It made her feel dirty, and it made her feel a bit queasy at the same time. Her stomach gave a huge, frightening lurch at the mere thought of it.
Ridiculous. He knows we can beat the living crap out of him. We've done it before, and we can do it again. Him could barely ever lay a finger on us.
Well, what can I possibly do about it now? Blossom thought miserably. There wasn't a whole lot to do except stay alert. Thankfully, she'd never felt Him around when she'd been at home, and neither had Bubbles. If Buttercup had, she wouldn't say anything, but Blossom suspected that she would know somehow.
"Can I help you find something?" asked an old, wizened looking librarian from behind the counter. Without thinking properly, Blossom had wandered up to her with no clue as to exactly what she wanted. Blossom was snapped awake from what she'd been thinking, and it was instantly put aside.
"Um, I'm doing some research on genetics. and I was wondering if I could find anything about Medicom, anything at all," Blossom said stupidly, knowing that that didn't make the slightest bit of sense.
"Well, I don't know if you'll find anything about Medicom under genetics, but you could try the science section and find some sort of general books on the company. That would be 950 to 1025," the woman said, and she smiled happily as she pointed in the direction Blossom wanted to be. Blossom murmured her thanks and turned to the endless bookshelves, feeling perfectly at home. She straightened her shoulders and walked towards the science direction, wondering where she should start.
She wandered over to the science section and started scanning the shelves. Everything looked too general, and didn't seem as if it would offer any sort of help. Everything that looked remotely about genetics were usually textbook-like volumes that certainly wouldn't say anything about Medicom.
Then at the bottom of the shelf, Blossom spotted a thin volume that looked interesting. It was titled, "History of Genetic Studies and the Magicians Who Did It", by Matilda Grunwald. That seemed a bit too easy, but Blossom picked it up anyway and found an empty table in front of a window.
She leafed through the pages that were filled with pictures of DNA and old scientists, trying to find something of use to her. There really wasn't much that she could see. She was scanning the pages so fast that she was almost finished with the book when she spotted a heading that was exactly what she wanted.
The heading was actually a caption to a picture, and it showed a group of men standing in lab coats in front of a large building. The sign of the building, in huge white letters said "Medical Communications Corporation", which had been what caught her attention. Blossom scanned the faces of the men eagerly, hoping to recognize the professor among them, but she didn't, and turned to read the caption.
The main researchers of White Hazard, a division of Medicom that specialized in the research of genetic abnormalities and worked tirelessly to find the cures to these afflictions. In 1980 the group was disbanded because of the lack of funding. Pictured from right to left are-
At that moment Blossom couldn't read on because the same woman interrupted her that she'd talked to at the entrance to the library. She was smiling, and held a thin magazine in her tight grip.
"Sorry to interrupt you, but I found this and thought you might be interested. Just remembered about it actually." she said fondly, and she set it down in front of Blossom and walked away, still all smiles. Blossom pushed the big book aside and turned over the magazine.
It was a magazine about Seattle, something that would only be read by people who absolutely loved the city. It was the type of magazine that was filled with information about restaurants, hot spots, and happenings, and Blossom wondered how it could possibly be useful to her. Then she looked at the cover. The headline screamed at her.
Big Businesses and Where to Find Them!!!
"Whaa?" she said softly to herself, and then she opened it up, flipping to the cover story, which was in the middle of the magazine. Sure enough, one of the first pictures she saw was of the very same building that had been in the genetics book. Blossom sat there, staring numbly at it for a while, turning over everything in her head.
The professor had said something about working in Seattle when he'd been younger. Medicom was in Seattle. The Medicom logo had been plastered all over the professor's notes, along with the old photograph that had been of her and her sisters, unconscious. Medicom also had a division called White Hazard that had supposedly worked on genetic diseases, and the professor did have a Masters in that field. The division, White Hazard had supposedly gone under in 1980, but that part didn't fit. They had been born 12 years ago, and that was certainly after 1980, unless.
Unless it had been a cover up. They were working on something big that nobody could know about and the professor had been a part of it. We were that "big thing", and maybe he led that project or something, and that's why he had us when we were born-
-And the place was right here in Seattle. That's why the professor was so nervous about our secret abilities and us. That's why he's so adamant about us keeping everything a secret. He doesn't want Medicom to see us and come to claim us as their property. Perhaps when we were born the professor left to Townsville hoping to hide us? But we've come back and he's freaking out. That's why he's been acting so weird.
Everything started to make perfect sense. Blossom snapped the magazine closed and looked out the window in front of her. It was a bright sunny day, and just strengthened the feelings of triumph that had swelled up inside her. She couldn't wait to get back and tell Buttercup. The professor certainly had a reason for not telling them the truth. The truth was absolutely insane, and would be incredibly difficult for a young child of five years old to handle.
Blossom would force Buttercup into submission, because it was all getting just slightly ridiculous, and she would start treating the professor like a father again. Perhaps tonight was even the night that Blossom would force the professor to tell them the truth, because she was absolutely sure there were more details to the story that she couldn't work out on her own. But at this point, she knew enough, and felt confident to ask their father.
Blossom stood very quickly and scooped up the large volume and the magazine that was still on the table. Very briskly she returned the Grunwald book back where she'd found it, but the magazine she decided to just leave on the magazine rack, not entirely sure as to where it went. Stepping lightly, Blossom walked back to the entrance of the library, but she stopped dead in her tracks, the sudden feeling of euphoria draining away.
She couldn't really explain what made her so apprehensive, but in any case Blossom ducked behind one of the nearest bookshelves and peeked through the empty spaces between the books towards the entrance. There was a man standing there, he was tall and handsome, but clearly around the age of fifty or so. He seemed very out of place in his neatly pressed business suit and finely cropped gray hair, but that wasn't what had bothered Blossom.
He stood very calmly by the low shelves that held the newest novels, and he'd looked up when Blossom had walked forward. In that split second that they'd made eye contact, Blossom had suddenly felt something she couldn't quite explain.
It was as if she'd seen those eyes before, and despite the fact that they'd looked perfectly normal, there was something very off about his gaze. He had looked at her very strangely, as if he'd recognized her, and Blossom dimly thought she recognized him from somewhere as well, not quite sure where to place him. He'd smiled broadly when she had frozen, and he'd nodded his head in her direction in acknowledgment. He'd plainly reacted as if he knew who she was.
Blossom moved slowly through the row of books she'd thrown herself into, watching the man suspiciously as she quietly made a different route to the exit. The only thing visible through the thin empty space above the books were her rose eyes, narrowed in an expression of deep concern. Was that man from Townsville? Did he recognize her as a Powerpuff Girl? No, that seemed ridiculous. Surely if he did, he would have said something, but why else would he let off that he recognized her.
Probably some old sicko, she thought bitterly. In that instant he looked up again and turned his face directly towards her, knowing exactly where she was, despite the fact that she was mostly obscured from his view.
Blossom's eyes widened in shock, for his face didn't look pleasant anymore. In fact, his new expression was one of rage, and he looked at her very squarely like he wanted to attack her. Blossom jumped back a few steps in surprise, because she'd seen something in his eyes she didn't want to see ever again. In a blind panic she made a beeline straight for the exit, turning just in time-
-To see an evil glare in his gaze that she'd seen in only one other demon's glowing, malevolent stare. As soon as Blossom was out the door and onto the humid city street she took off running for home as fast as she could, not daring to look behind her.
She didn't care who looked at her strangely, but she ran faster than what a generic human would find normal, the buildings and people whooshing past in colored blurs of motion. She didn't even realize where she was running, her mind and body on autopilot, until she ended up right outside her driveway, her sides heaving for air.
A second later the professor came out the front door holding his car keys in his hand. When he saw Blossom he stopped and looked at her quizzically. She was hunched over panting, and it must have looked rather funny because the next moment the professor asked her,
"Blossom? Is something wrong?"
"No, No!" she croaked through gasping breaths. "Just trying to ::gasp:: stay in good shape!" and then Blossom gestured as if she was jogging in place, smiling stupidly as she did so. Professor Utonium looked at her strangely.
"Well. I'm just going to the store for a few minutes. I'll be back shortly." he trailed off. As he was walking to the car he kept looking at her as if he half expected her to do tricks. She didn't, but waited until he'd gotten into the car before she bolted through the front door, locking the door behind her.
"BUTTERCUP!" she shrieked loudly, her voice carrying through the seemingly empty house. There was no answer, and in a fit of panic Blossom ran through the house screaming for her sisters, opening every door she could see, including the pantry and all the closets. She darted up the stairs, still calling out when, Buttercup burst from her room sleepy eyed and frumpy.
"What?!" she cried helplessly, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Clearly she'd been napping and Blossom had woken her.
"Where's Bubbles?"
"I don't know. I think she's with a friend. What's with you?!"
Blossom pulled Buttercup back into her room and shut the door. He room was dark and there was a strange angsty feeling about it. Whether or not it was the strange posters on the walls, or Blossom's feeling of internal panic she wasn't sure.
"Medicom is here!" Blossom hissed. "In this very city! That's why the professor doesn't want us to use our powers! He's afraid they'll see us and try to take us back!"
"Okay, so that's why you're all hyped up? I knew that ages ago," Buttercup said angrily, flipping a trailing strand of black hair behind her ear. "I looked it up as soon as I saw the logo on his papers."
"You did?" Blossom asked, slightly crestfallen. So it wasn't big news anyway, and Blossom's triumph was momentarily squashed by the mere fact that her work had been for nothing.
"But, I know something else, something that wasn't on his papers. There used to be this division of the company called White Hazard that had supposedly-" Blossom lifted both her hands and made the motion of mid-air quotations. "-Worked on hereditary diseases, that means diseases involving DNA, but I know that's a bunch of bull," Blossom said quickly, making sure to emphasize her words with carefully calculated superiority. She was trying to outdo Buttercup. "The professor works in genetics," she added.
"Oh?" Buttercup said with a yawn, arching herself backwards in an awkward looking stretch. Blossom nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, but it said the division was disbanded in 1980, but it couldn't have if they'd been working on us. that means they were keeping it a secret."
"But that doesn't explain exactly how we were made and why. That just tells us who did it. Not much else is answered Blossom, at least not what I think we deserve to know."
"Yes, but maybe now we can ask the professor. Now that we know he must have been working for this White Hazard, we can ask him what exactly he was doing, and how we came into the picture. The book didn't go into that much detail because that's too big of a secret to just throw around. It's dangerous."
Buttercup watched her sister warily. Both of them really didn't know what else to say, because Blossom was sure she'd managed to get out everything she'd wanted to. Then she remembered something.
"Buttercup, you said you saw Him, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, what do you think he's doing here?"
"How should I know? I didn't get a chance to ask him," Buttercup said smartly.
"Oh, Hah, clever Buttercup."
"Well, maybe I didn't see him and I just thought I did. Maybe I'm going crazy."
"Oh I knew that ages ago!"
"Think your being funny do you?!"
"Oh chill out will ya'" Blossom said sweetly, but turned serious again. "Buttercup, this could be serious. stay alert alright? You don't want Him to sneak up on you while your sleeping do you?"
"He won't for God's sake, will you drop it already? He can't lay a finger on me because I'll clock him good before he does," Buttercup said angrily, throwing her fist in the air as she did so. Blossom barely had time to dodge.
"Well, why were you crying then?" Blossom asked casually, knowing that Buttercup probably wouldn't want to respond to a question like that.
"Well, I-erm- I suppose if you were in the girls bathroom and suddenly a red demon wearing pink frilly stuff appeared, smiled at you, and then disappeared it would shock you just a bit." Buttercup said, trying to sidestep the question a bit, but Blossom understood fully what she'd meant. She was probably right. If it had been her she probably would have had a stroke. Blossom decided to change the subject again.
"Well, why don't we ask the professor tonight then? Over dinner?" Blossom asked.
"No, no good. He's having dinner with some sort of education board tonight. We're on our own. Besides, I'm going there tomorrow after Bubbles's horsy lessons," Buttercup said.
"What? Why?!" Blossom cried in alarm. That was probably the stupidest thing she could possibly do at this point.
"Relax. I don't plan on telling them who I am. I just want to find some things out is all-"
"Promise me you won't go!" Blossom cried suddenly. Buttercup looked taken aback.
"No!" she cried angrily, bunching her hands into fists at her sides.
"Please! I don't feel good about this!"
"You never feel good about anything. Stop worrying all right? I can take care of myself!" Buttercup retorted loudly, causing Blossom to flinch and step back a few paces.
"Buttercup! Listen to me! I'm serious about this! Stay away from that place! Do you want to put us all in danger?" Blossom grabbed her sister roughly by the shoulders and shook her lightly as she spoke. Buttercup looked at her, obviously torn between the right thing and what she wanted to do. "Promise me."
".Okay." Buttercup whispered half-heartedly. Blossom released her grip and looked at the floor.
"Now, if you see or feel anything funny, make sure you tell me okay? I'm going to go clean my room," Blossom said, knowing full well that her room never really needed to be cleaned, but she felt the need to keep herself busy anyway.
She walked out of Buttercup's room and shut the door behind her, thinking about everything she'd just learned, trying to mentally set a time to talk to their dad about what was going on. She got into her room and looked around and sighed. There really wasn't much to do except stare at her tidy living space, so she decided that she would go through her closet instead and throw out anything she didn't wear.
Blossom hummed happily to herself as she worked and jumped at small noises.
The next day Blossom was still turning over in her mind what Buttercup had said about seeing Him. That seemed impossible. He would have attacked her. He would have done something. And what the hell had he been doing in the girl's bathroom spying on Buttercup?
No, he clearly hadn't been spying, because he could easily do that while being invisible. He'd wanted Buttercup to see him, but why? What were his intentions? Was Buttercup going crazy? Was the emotional stress of finding out that they'd been test-tube babies really affecting her mental stability? Was Buttercup even telling the truth?
It seemed impossible, because none of it made sense. Surely if Him was here, he would have made some sort of motion to attack. Buttercup had been all-alone in the bathroom, and he could have easily taken her by surprise and probably kill her without any of them knowing until they'd found her body.
Blossom shuddered. That sounded terrible. It felt terrible. But then again, both her and Bubbles had already been complaining about feeling like someone was watching them. Maybe he had a reason for not attacking. Maybe that wasn't his intention at this point.
Perhaps they were all just a bunch of hallucinating loonies, but that didn't seem very likely either. It was however more desirable than thinking that Him was lurking around Seattle somewhere, watching them, waiting for some sort of weakness before he could strike. But whatever the case, it had definitely been traumatic enough to make Buttercup cry.
Was it the sudden shock of seeing a former villain, who just happened to be the evilest of evil? Was it shock because he'd apparently appeared suddenly and then disappeared? Or was it that mixed with the fact that she now hated the professor's guts?
Blossom was suddenly horrified to think that as she'd been walking home alone that one night, Him had been watching her from somewhere. It made her feel dirty, and it made her feel a bit queasy at the same time. Her stomach gave a huge, frightening lurch at the mere thought of it.
Ridiculous. He knows we can beat the living crap out of him. We've done it before, and we can do it again. Him could barely ever lay a finger on us.
Well, what can I possibly do about it now? Blossom thought miserably. There wasn't a whole lot to do except stay alert. Thankfully, she'd never felt Him around when she'd been at home, and neither had Bubbles. If Buttercup had, she wouldn't say anything, but Blossom suspected that she would know somehow.
"Can I help you find something?" asked an old, wizened looking librarian from behind the counter. Without thinking properly, Blossom had wandered up to her with no clue as to exactly what she wanted. Blossom was snapped awake from what she'd been thinking, and it was instantly put aside.
"Um, I'm doing some research on genetics. and I was wondering if I could find anything about Medicom, anything at all," Blossom said stupidly, knowing that that didn't make the slightest bit of sense.
"Well, I don't know if you'll find anything about Medicom under genetics, but you could try the science section and find some sort of general books on the company. That would be 950 to 1025," the woman said, and she smiled happily as she pointed in the direction Blossom wanted to be. Blossom murmured her thanks and turned to the endless bookshelves, feeling perfectly at home. She straightened her shoulders and walked towards the science direction, wondering where she should start.
She wandered over to the science section and started scanning the shelves. Everything looked too general, and didn't seem as if it would offer any sort of help. Everything that looked remotely about genetics were usually textbook-like volumes that certainly wouldn't say anything about Medicom.
Then at the bottom of the shelf, Blossom spotted a thin volume that looked interesting. It was titled, "History of Genetic Studies and the Magicians Who Did It", by Matilda Grunwald. That seemed a bit too easy, but Blossom picked it up anyway and found an empty table in front of a window.
She leafed through the pages that were filled with pictures of DNA and old scientists, trying to find something of use to her. There really wasn't much that she could see. She was scanning the pages so fast that she was almost finished with the book when she spotted a heading that was exactly what she wanted.
The heading was actually a caption to a picture, and it showed a group of men standing in lab coats in front of a large building. The sign of the building, in huge white letters said "Medical Communications Corporation", which had been what caught her attention. Blossom scanned the faces of the men eagerly, hoping to recognize the professor among them, but she didn't, and turned to read the caption.
The main researchers of White Hazard, a division of Medicom that specialized in the research of genetic abnormalities and worked tirelessly to find the cures to these afflictions. In 1980 the group was disbanded because of the lack of funding. Pictured from right to left are-
At that moment Blossom couldn't read on because the same woman interrupted her that she'd talked to at the entrance to the library. She was smiling, and held a thin magazine in her tight grip.
"Sorry to interrupt you, but I found this and thought you might be interested. Just remembered about it actually." she said fondly, and she set it down in front of Blossom and walked away, still all smiles. Blossom pushed the big book aside and turned over the magazine.
It was a magazine about Seattle, something that would only be read by people who absolutely loved the city. It was the type of magazine that was filled with information about restaurants, hot spots, and happenings, and Blossom wondered how it could possibly be useful to her. Then she looked at the cover. The headline screamed at her.
Big Businesses and Where to Find Them!!!
"Whaa?" she said softly to herself, and then she opened it up, flipping to the cover story, which was in the middle of the magazine. Sure enough, one of the first pictures she saw was of the very same building that had been in the genetics book. Blossom sat there, staring numbly at it for a while, turning over everything in her head.
The professor had said something about working in Seattle when he'd been younger. Medicom was in Seattle. The Medicom logo had been plastered all over the professor's notes, along with the old photograph that had been of her and her sisters, unconscious. Medicom also had a division called White Hazard that had supposedly worked on genetic diseases, and the professor did have a Masters in that field. The division, White Hazard had supposedly gone under in 1980, but that part didn't fit. They had been born 12 years ago, and that was certainly after 1980, unless.
Unless it had been a cover up. They were working on something big that nobody could know about and the professor had been a part of it. We were that "big thing", and maybe he led that project or something, and that's why he had us when we were born-
-And the place was right here in Seattle. That's why the professor was so nervous about our secret abilities and us. That's why he's so adamant about us keeping everything a secret. He doesn't want Medicom to see us and come to claim us as their property. Perhaps when we were born the professor left to Townsville hoping to hide us? But we've come back and he's freaking out. That's why he's been acting so weird.
Everything started to make perfect sense. Blossom snapped the magazine closed and looked out the window in front of her. It was a bright sunny day, and just strengthened the feelings of triumph that had swelled up inside her. She couldn't wait to get back and tell Buttercup. The professor certainly had a reason for not telling them the truth. The truth was absolutely insane, and would be incredibly difficult for a young child of five years old to handle.
Blossom would force Buttercup into submission, because it was all getting just slightly ridiculous, and she would start treating the professor like a father again. Perhaps tonight was even the night that Blossom would force the professor to tell them the truth, because she was absolutely sure there were more details to the story that she couldn't work out on her own. But at this point, she knew enough, and felt confident to ask their father.
Blossom stood very quickly and scooped up the large volume and the magazine that was still on the table. Very briskly she returned the Grunwald book back where she'd found it, but the magazine she decided to just leave on the magazine rack, not entirely sure as to where it went. Stepping lightly, Blossom walked back to the entrance of the library, but she stopped dead in her tracks, the sudden feeling of euphoria draining away.
She couldn't really explain what made her so apprehensive, but in any case Blossom ducked behind one of the nearest bookshelves and peeked through the empty spaces between the books towards the entrance. There was a man standing there, he was tall and handsome, but clearly around the age of fifty or so. He seemed very out of place in his neatly pressed business suit and finely cropped gray hair, but that wasn't what had bothered Blossom.
He stood very calmly by the low shelves that held the newest novels, and he'd looked up when Blossom had walked forward. In that split second that they'd made eye contact, Blossom had suddenly felt something she couldn't quite explain.
It was as if she'd seen those eyes before, and despite the fact that they'd looked perfectly normal, there was something very off about his gaze. He had looked at her very strangely, as if he'd recognized her, and Blossom dimly thought she recognized him from somewhere as well, not quite sure where to place him. He'd smiled broadly when she had frozen, and he'd nodded his head in her direction in acknowledgment. He'd plainly reacted as if he knew who she was.
Blossom moved slowly through the row of books she'd thrown herself into, watching the man suspiciously as she quietly made a different route to the exit. The only thing visible through the thin empty space above the books were her rose eyes, narrowed in an expression of deep concern. Was that man from Townsville? Did he recognize her as a Powerpuff Girl? No, that seemed ridiculous. Surely if he did, he would have said something, but why else would he let off that he recognized her.
Probably some old sicko, she thought bitterly. In that instant he looked up again and turned his face directly towards her, knowing exactly where she was, despite the fact that she was mostly obscured from his view.
Blossom's eyes widened in shock, for his face didn't look pleasant anymore. In fact, his new expression was one of rage, and he looked at her very squarely like he wanted to attack her. Blossom jumped back a few steps in surprise, because she'd seen something in his eyes she didn't want to see ever again. In a blind panic she made a beeline straight for the exit, turning just in time-
-To see an evil glare in his gaze that she'd seen in only one other demon's glowing, malevolent stare. As soon as Blossom was out the door and onto the humid city street she took off running for home as fast as she could, not daring to look behind her.
She didn't care who looked at her strangely, but she ran faster than what a generic human would find normal, the buildings and people whooshing past in colored blurs of motion. She didn't even realize where she was running, her mind and body on autopilot, until she ended up right outside her driveway, her sides heaving for air.
A second later the professor came out the front door holding his car keys in his hand. When he saw Blossom he stopped and looked at her quizzically. She was hunched over panting, and it must have looked rather funny because the next moment the professor asked her,
"Blossom? Is something wrong?"
"No, No!" she croaked through gasping breaths. "Just trying to ::gasp:: stay in good shape!" and then Blossom gestured as if she was jogging in place, smiling stupidly as she did so. Professor Utonium looked at her strangely.
"Well. I'm just going to the store for a few minutes. I'll be back shortly." he trailed off. As he was walking to the car he kept looking at her as if he half expected her to do tricks. She didn't, but waited until he'd gotten into the car before she bolted through the front door, locking the door behind her.
"BUTTERCUP!" she shrieked loudly, her voice carrying through the seemingly empty house. There was no answer, and in a fit of panic Blossom ran through the house screaming for her sisters, opening every door she could see, including the pantry and all the closets. She darted up the stairs, still calling out when, Buttercup burst from her room sleepy eyed and frumpy.
"What?!" she cried helplessly, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Clearly she'd been napping and Blossom had woken her.
"Where's Bubbles?"
"I don't know. I think she's with a friend. What's with you?!"
Blossom pulled Buttercup back into her room and shut the door. He room was dark and there was a strange angsty feeling about it. Whether or not it was the strange posters on the walls, or Blossom's feeling of internal panic she wasn't sure.
"Medicom is here!" Blossom hissed. "In this very city! That's why the professor doesn't want us to use our powers! He's afraid they'll see us and try to take us back!"
"Okay, so that's why you're all hyped up? I knew that ages ago," Buttercup said angrily, flipping a trailing strand of black hair behind her ear. "I looked it up as soon as I saw the logo on his papers."
"You did?" Blossom asked, slightly crestfallen. So it wasn't big news anyway, and Blossom's triumph was momentarily squashed by the mere fact that her work had been for nothing.
"But, I know something else, something that wasn't on his papers. There used to be this division of the company called White Hazard that had supposedly-" Blossom lifted both her hands and made the motion of mid-air quotations. "-Worked on hereditary diseases, that means diseases involving DNA, but I know that's a bunch of bull," Blossom said quickly, making sure to emphasize her words with carefully calculated superiority. She was trying to outdo Buttercup. "The professor works in genetics," she added.
"Oh?" Buttercup said with a yawn, arching herself backwards in an awkward looking stretch. Blossom nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, but it said the division was disbanded in 1980, but it couldn't have if they'd been working on us. that means they were keeping it a secret."
"But that doesn't explain exactly how we were made and why. That just tells us who did it. Not much else is answered Blossom, at least not what I think we deserve to know."
"Yes, but maybe now we can ask the professor. Now that we know he must have been working for this White Hazard, we can ask him what exactly he was doing, and how we came into the picture. The book didn't go into that much detail because that's too big of a secret to just throw around. It's dangerous."
Buttercup watched her sister warily. Both of them really didn't know what else to say, because Blossom was sure she'd managed to get out everything she'd wanted to. Then she remembered something.
"Buttercup, you said you saw Him, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, what do you think he's doing here?"
"How should I know? I didn't get a chance to ask him," Buttercup said smartly.
"Oh, Hah, clever Buttercup."
"Well, maybe I didn't see him and I just thought I did. Maybe I'm going crazy."
"Oh I knew that ages ago!"
"Think your being funny do you?!"
"Oh chill out will ya'" Blossom said sweetly, but turned serious again. "Buttercup, this could be serious. stay alert alright? You don't want Him to sneak up on you while your sleeping do you?"
"He won't for God's sake, will you drop it already? He can't lay a finger on me because I'll clock him good before he does," Buttercup said angrily, throwing her fist in the air as she did so. Blossom barely had time to dodge.
"Well, why were you crying then?" Blossom asked casually, knowing that Buttercup probably wouldn't want to respond to a question like that.
"Well, I-erm- I suppose if you were in the girls bathroom and suddenly a red demon wearing pink frilly stuff appeared, smiled at you, and then disappeared it would shock you just a bit." Buttercup said, trying to sidestep the question a bit, but Blossom understood fully what she'd meant. She was probably right. If it had been her she probably would have had a stroke. Blossom decided to change the subject again.
"Well, why don't we ask the professor tonight then? Over dinner?" Blossom asked.
"No, no good. He's having dinner with some sort of education board tonight. We're on our own. Besides, I'm going there tomorrow after Bubbles's horsy lessons," Buttercup said.
"What? Why?!" Blossom cried in alarm. That was probably the stupidest thing she could possibly do at this point.
"Relax. I don't plan on telling them who I am. I just want to find some things out is all-"
"Promise me you won't go!" Blossom cried suddenly. Buttercup looked taken aback.
"No!" she cried angrily, bunching her hands into fists at her sides.
"Please! I don't feel good about this!"
"You never feel good about anything. Stop worrying all right? I can take care of myself!" Buttercup retorted loudly, causing Blossom to flinch and step back a few paces.
"Buttercup! Listen to me! I'm serious about this! Stay away from that place! Do you want to put us all in danger?" Blossom grabbed her sister roughly by the shoulders and shook her lightly as she spoke. Buttercup looked at her, obviously torn between the right thing and what she wanted to do. "Promise me."
".Okay." Buttercup whispered half-heartedly. Blossom released her grip and looked at the floor.
"Now, if you see or feel anything funny, make sure you tell me okay? I'm going to go clean my room," Blossom said, knowing full well that her room never really needed to be cleaned, but she felt the need to keep herself busy anyway.
She walked out of Buttercup's room and shut the door behind her, thinking about everything she'd just learned, trying to mentally set a time to talk to their dad about what was going on. She got into her room and looked around and sighed. There really wasn't much to do except stare at her tidy living space, so she decided that she would go through her closet instead and throw out anything she didn't wear.
Blossom hummed happily to herself as she worked and jumped at small noises.