Inner Turmoil-Chapter 8
The next day was bright and sunny; the perfect day for horseback riding, and Blossom wouldn't have had it any other way as she rested against the heavy wooden fence with Buttercup, watching Bubbles carefully maneuver her chestnut horse around the pen while they waited for her instructor to come out.
The area was fairly empty, except for a few passersby's that tended to their own animals as the day progressed. In fact, Blossom and Buttercup were really the only people paying attention to Bubbles at all. It was perfectly peaceful.
The night before had also been fairly calm. Buttercup had slept most of the day, but had come down only briefly to eat dinner with her sisters. Bubbles had come home about an hour after Blossom had finished talking with her sister, talking very excitedly about her trip to the pet store. Blossom had listened to her intently, knowing that puppies and kittens meant the world to her sister, but her mind had really been on other things.
Blossom didn't really have the heart to tell Bubbles about what she had found, and she hoped that she'd be able to get the professor to tell her; to tell all of them. It didn't seem fair to spoil the girl's good mood.
After dinner Buttercup had returned to her room, probably to sleep, and Blossom had decided on watching TV with her sister. They'd ended up watching an all night horror marathon, but had quickly regretted it when the professor had come home around one A.M. just in time to scold them. He said growing girls needed their sleep.
Growing girls also needed to watch where they were going, because at that moment Bubbles had barely avoided crashing into the fence on her horse, swinging the reigns wildly in an effort to control the animal. Blossom watched her sister calmly, breathing in the heavy scent of hay and equestrian sweat. Pleasant.
Buttercup also looked like she was drifting off into another world. The heat was making both of them feel heavy and sleepy, and at least twice Blossom had found herself closing her eyes peacefully. Buttercup swatted a fly away from her face, annoyed, and rested her head on her arms again. Blossom turned to stare at her sister, who noticed almost instantly and stared back.
"What?" Buttercup asked suddenly, swatting another fly away from her face. Blossom didn't really know why she was staring. Maybe it was because she was worried about her sisters, and didn't want anything to happen to them. It was only natural to be so attached to people who shared the same pain that you did, and not to mention the same super powers.
"Nothing," Blossom said softly, turning her attention back to Bubbles and her horse, as who must have been Bubbles's instructor strutted out into the open. Blossom watched them talk excitedly for a few moments, perfectly normal, and the brunette girl grabbed the horse's reigns and began to pat the horse gently on the muzzle. The horse's tail swished back and forth eagerly, happy for the affection.
Blossom heard Bubbles laugh, then very suddenly she stopped and stared wide- eyed into the distance in front of her.
"Oh no."
The horse let out a very loud shriek and broke free of the instructors grasp, wildly leaping around in circles around the pen. At that same moment Buttercup had suddenly snapped into reality and was watching with great concern at the scene in front of her. Blossom did the same, practically leaping over the fence in an attempt to help her sister. Buttercup grabbed her roughly by the back of her shirt and pulled her back, and Blossom had to settle with being partially mounted onto the fence, her muscles tense and ready for anything.
Bubbles was struggling to keep the animal under control as it repeatedly bucked and galloped around in circles, shrieking and hissing wildly. The instructor was absolutely horrified, trying time and again to get a hold of the animal's reigns but it was too dangerous. The horse was out of control, and at the same time Bubbles's was screaming something unintelligible above the uproar, her blue eyes were wide and terrified. People had started to gather from the surrounding stables and watched helplessly from the fence as the poor girl with the blonde hair tried to stay on.
There was one instant where the horse stopped and Bubbles looked at them frantically, tears leaving streaks down her red, dusty face. Both of them returned her stare, mortified, because they didn't have a clue as to how to really help her.
They were frozen into submission by fear. Neither of them knew the first thing about horses, and despite their powers it could be dangerous to try and stop an animal of that size and strength that was obviously scared out of its wits. Plus, they didn't want to injure the horse, and the last thing they wanted was to put Bubbles in any more danger than she already was in.
Then the horse gave a frightening lurch and Bubbles was thrown off of its back, flailing and screaming loudly. She landed heavily on the hard, hoof- packed ground with a sickening smack, and remained motionless: very still and silent. People around them were talking hurriedly; some of them screamed when Bubbles had fallen, Blossom and Buttercup had been among them.
The horse was prancing around frantically, now trotting in tight circles around the fence, throwing its head in angered snorts, its mane wiping around its enormous, shining face. The instructor girl managed to grab the horse's reigns and halt it, but it continued to beat the ground angrily with its massive hooves, sending clouds of dust in its wake.
But Blossom and Buttercup didn't notice the bulging muscles and heaving sides of the stallion, for they were too focused on their sister, who was lying on the dusty ground, not moving. Some of the people were jumping the fence to run to her. Blossom was about to leap over the fence in a single bound, when the most unusual thing happened-
-Bubbles suddenly bolted upright, her eyes wide and rolling with barely controlled panic. Then, before anyone could make it to her she started screaming, loud and shrilly at the top of her lungs. Some of the people who had made it over the fence stopped dead in their tracks, dropped to their knees and covered their ears roughly, their faces contorted in grimaces of pain. Only Blossom and Buttercup weren't affected, because they knew-
-The horse started shrieking again, but only because of Bubbles's pronounced wail that pretty much drowned every other sound out. The other people were all trying desperately to cover their ears in an effort to drown out the sound, their own screams mingling with Bubbles's continued cry as they all fell over onto the dusty earth. Blossom jumped over the fence, quickly followed by Buttercup, and they were partially knocked backwards by the perfectly timed, periodic waves of sound that were washing over the entire area like a sonar. The sonic scream.
"BUBBLES! STOP!" Blossom cried hoarsely, lifting her hands in front of her face instinctively as another tidal of audible force swept over them. It came fast and hard, creating a swirling wind of energy in its wake similar to a blustery wind, sending dust and debris into the air.
Buttercup got to her first and with a powerful leap, knocked Bubbles over back onto the ground, pinning her down roughly. Buttercup quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and Bubbles, very suddenly stopped screaming, but hot tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. For a minute nobody moved, and Bubbles blinked twice, absolutely confused.
Buttercup got off of her sister and Bubbles sat up again. This time she didn't scream, but she looked around anxiously. The people who were lying on the ground were starting to stir, and some of them were unconscious. The horse was nowhere to be seen; it had jumped the fence minutes before. The entire situation was more than a bit awkward.
"Come on, we've gotta' get out of here," Blossom said hurriedly, grabbing both her sisters by the arms and scooping them up from the ground. They broke into a run, away from the stables, Bubbles still in her riding gear.
They didn't look back, and didn't stop until they were a good distance away, safely sheltered by the cool trees of a city park. Bubbles threw herself heavily onto a park bench, and Blossom began pacing wildly back and forth. Buttercup loomed over Bubbles wickedly, and looked as if her head was about to start shooting steam.
"What-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-DOING?!" she fumed, blaming Bubbles for something that certainly hadn't been her fault. Bubbles hid her face in her hands and started weeping heavily, drawing the attention of numerous joggers and bystanders. Blossom stopped pacing frantically and swooped onto Buttercup.
"Leave her alone! She didn't do anything wrong!"
"Waddaya' mean she didn't do anything wrong?!?! She coulda' killed those people!"
"I understand that- but-" Blossom moved to sit next to Bubbles, who still had her face in her hands, her blonde hair lying ragged over her shoulders. "Bubbles, what happened out there?"
She gave a huge shudder, another choking sob, and then looked up. Her gaze shifted between Buttercup, who was trembling with rage, and Blossom, who tried to keep her face calm. Bubbles's face was shining with wet tears, and her eyes were already red and swollen from crying. She finally rested her terrified stare onto Blossom, who watched her patiently.
"It. well. I. um," and then she burst into tears again. Buttercup threw both her arms into the air in exasperation and turned away. She walked a few paces forward towards a nearby oak tree, and stood there silently for a beat, then turned back around to find Blossom attempting to comfort their distraught sister.
"I don't think you'll be taking lessons there any more," Blossom said softly, trying to lighten things up again. Bubbles choked out something unintelligible, and Blossom took that for a laugh. Straightening, she wiped her face off with the back of a dirty hand, smearing the dirt and grime across her soggy face. Blossom tried herself to clean her sister's face off, but Bubbles moved away as if trying to say she didn't need to be babied.
"Well?" Buttercup spluttered through gritted teeth. "What in the blazes do you think you were doing?" Blossom looked at her sister reproachfully, and for a beat Buttercup's face softened, but not by much. She was clearly not about to make things any better by screaming at Bubbles.
Bubbles had always closed up whenever she was yelled at, and if one was trying to get something out of her, screaming was not the way to do it. Bubbles would only become silent and shy, but this was clearly not the case; she suddenly jumped from the park bench.
"It wasn't my fault!" she stammered, her voice still quavering. "It. was. something scared the horse!"
"That doesn't give you the right to knock out the entire stable-"
"But- I- I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!"
Blossom cut in.
"Buttercup, don't you think it's possible that what happened was just a natural reaction?"
Buttercup looked at her questioningly as if she didn't understand what Blossom was hinting at.
The sonic scream had always been something that they'd used when a threat was much too close to them. Upon using it, it would force anything away that it was directed at, using the sheer power of sound that could be generated by each of their vocal cords. This was of course, something a normal human couldn't do, but it was in itself rare for them. It was incredibly difficult to generate that kind of energy in their throat at will, and needed a very strong stimulus in order to work correctly.
It was powerful, and in some situations could be deadly, but it was also very effective. Their sonic scream tended to only occur as an instinct; a natural reaction to when they felt personally threatened or scared, and they'd found that they couldn't always control it. There was however, a rare occasion that they could, if the timing was right, and this clearly was not. Bubbles's appeared to have done it without control.
"Should I speak in clear English for you?"
"Very funny," Buttercup said sarcastically, throwing her head sideways in irritation, her black hair falling over her face. "I know what it means."
"Then maybe you should stop yelling. I do say, perhaps we're attracting a bit more attention than desired."
"And I do say, why don't you talk like a normal person?" Buttercup spat as a deliberate insult. Buttercup didn't need any sort of natural defense mechanism, because her biting wit was enough to scare anybody away, deadly monster or not.
"Bubbles, what happened over there?" Blossom said lightly.
"I don't think I need to tell you," she said, clearly uncomfortable.
"Then this is serious."
"Everything is serious to you!" Buttercup cried.
"Would you be in denial?! You said yourself you saw HIM!" Blossom said it a bit louder than she would have liked. At that moment a jogger had decided to pass by and had stopped when Blossom cried out. The young man looked clearly surprised, and he stopped abruptly as if they were talking about him personally.
"No, not you," Buttercup said bitterly, and the boy took off in the direction he was facing, possibly jogging a bit faster than he had been before.
Bubbles was looking at both of her sisters frantically, her head turning in both directions faster than possible in order to fully look at them.
"Well?" Blossom said, folding her arms across her chest impatiently. Buttercup had no reply.
"I- I didn't really see Him! I just made that up so you wouldn't think I was upset-"
"You MADE THAT UP?!" Blossom cried hoarsely, stopping a group of children in their tracks.
"Oh no, not here you guys." Bubbles cried softly.
"Yes! I couldn't stand seeing the professor so sweet and innocent. I want out of that house!"
"You don't mean that!" Bubbles cried fiercely. Blossom had forgotten that Bubbles didn't really know the truth about the professor, and now was not a good time to bring it up. Not after what had happened, because that was a more pressing matter.
"You know what? Then leave the damn house for all I care, because as far as I'm concerned you're just taking up space," Blossom spat angrily. Buttercup made a motion towards her as if she was going to fight, but Bubbles stepped between them.
"What do you mean?" she asked forcefully.
"He's been lying to us Bubbles." Buttercup said, looking at her sister. Blossom moved forward very quickly.
"No, you just need to grow up. We aren't talking about your personal problems here," Blossom said, shooting a glance at Bubbles who was looking at her anxiously. Blossom deliberately emphasized her words in an effort to convey that Buttercup's mistrust was clearly for her own personal reason, only so that they wouldn't have to tell Bubbles the truth; At least not yet.
"You." Buttercup hissed angrily.
"I'm not fighting with you Buttercup."
"Blossom, I felt scared. That's why I did it. I felt like I was going to die!" Bubbles cried softly. Blossom looked at her with surprise.
"So, I was right?" she asked. Bubbles nodded. "You felt like someone was watching you again?" Bubbles nodded again.
"But this time it was worse. It just felt different is all."
There was silence between the three of them for a good five minutes. It was as if none of them really knew what they were supposed to do. There wasn't anything they could do; at least not until this something decided to show its face. What bothered Blossom was the fact that now Buttercup was taking back her claim to spotting Him, and that just made things more complicated.
If she hadn't really seen him, then that pretty much ruled him out of their pathetically short list of suspects. In fact, Blossom had no other suspects, because she couldn't let herself believe that they were feeling things for a purpose. It was merely coincidence, a shadow of their past memories lingering in their minds to torment them. or else. it was possible that Buttercup was lying yet again in order to protect herself.
They had to get home soon and tell the professor what had happened, or else he'd be worried. It was more than likely that he would get a phone call from the stables telling him in detail what had happened. They would probably want an explanation, and the professor really wasn't in the position to give one, because he simply didn't have anything.
Buttercup looked around the park quickly, looked at her watch, and then turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Blossom asked her. She didn't turn.
"What do you care? After all, I'm just taking up space," she said quickly, and then she began to walk quickly down the path to leave the park. Blossom and Bubbles watched her as she disappeared around the bend. Blossom figured she wasn't going to show up home for dinner that night.
"Erm- maybe we should go home too." Blossom said, putting a hand on Bubbles's shoulder. Bubbles nodded, and then they walked down the path together, wondering what exactly they were going to tell the professor.
The next day was bright and sunny; the perfect day for horseback riding, and Blossom wouldn't have had it any other way as she rested against the heavy wooden fence with Buttercup, watching Bubbles carefully maneuver her chestnut horse around the pen while they waited for her instructor to come out.
The area was fairly empty, except for a few passersby's that tended to their own animals as the day progressed. In fact, Blossom and Buttercup were really the only people paying attention to Bubbles at all. It was perfectly peaceful.
The night before had also been fairly calm. Buttercup had slept most of the day, but had come down only briefly to eat dinner with her sisters. Bubbles had come home about an hour after Blossom had finished talking with her sister, talking very excitedly about her trip to the pet store. Blossom had listened to her intently, knowing that puppies and kittens meant the world to her sister, but her mind had really been on other things.
Blossom didn't really have the heart to tell Bubbles about what she had found, and she hoped that she'd be able to get the professor to tell her; to tell all of them. It didn't seem fair to spoil the girl's good mood.
After dinner Buttercup had returned to her room, probably to sleep, and Blossom had decided on watching TV with her sister. They'd ended up watching an all night horror marathon, but had quickly regretted it when the professor had come home around one A.M. just in time to scold them. He said growing girls needed their sleep.
Growing girls also needed to watch where they were going, because at that moment Bubbles had barely avoided crashing into the fence on her horse, swinging the reigns wildly in an effort to control the animal. Blossom watched her sister calmly, breathing in the heavy scent of hay and equestrian sweat. Pleasant.
Buttercup also looked like she was drifting off into another world. The heat was making both of them feel heavy and sleepy, and at least twice Blossom had found herself closing her eyes peacefully. Buttercup swatted a fly away from her face, annoyed, and rested her head on her arms again. Blossom turned to stare at her sister, who noticed almost instantly and stared back.
"What?" Buttercup asked suddenly, swatting another fly away from her face. Blossom didn't really know why she was staring. Maybe it was because she was worried about her sisters, and didn't want anything to happen to them. It was only natural to be so attached to people who shared the same pain that you did, and not to mention the same super powers.
"Nothing," Blossom said softly, turning her attention back to Bubbles and her horse, as who must have been Bubbles's instructor strutted out into the open. Blossom watched them talk excitedly for a few moments, perfectly normal, and the brunette girl grabbed the horse's reigns and began to pat the horse gently on the muzzle. The horse's tail swished back and forth eagerly, happy for the affection.
Blossom heard Bubbles laugh, then very suddenly she stopped and stared wide- eyed into the distance in front of her.
"Oh no."
The horse let out a very loud shriek and broke free of the instructors grasp, wildly leaping around in circles around the pen. At that same moment Buttercup had suddenly snapped into reality and was watching with great concern at the scene in front of her. Blossom did the same, practically leaping over the fence in an attempt to help her sister. Buttercup grabbed her roughly by the back of her shirt and pulled her back, and Blossom had to settle with being partially mounted onto the fence, her muscles tense and ready for anything.
Bubbles was struggling to keep the animal under control as it repeatedly bucked and galloped around in circles, shrieking and hissing wildly. The instructor was absolutely horrified, trying time and again to get a hold of the animal's reigns but it was too dangerous. The horse was out of control, and at the same time Bubbles's was screaming something unintelligible above the uproar, her blue eyes were wide and terrified. People had started to gather from the surrounding stables and watched helplessly from the fence as the poor girl with the blonde hair tried to stay on.
There was one instant where the horse stopped and Bubbles looked at them frantically, tears leaving streaks down her red, dusty face. Both of them returned her stare, mortified, because they didn't have a clue as to how to really help her.
They were frozen into submission by fear. Neither of them knew the first thing about horses, and despite their powers it could be dangerous to try and stop an animal of that size and strength that was obviously scared out of its wits. Plus, they didn't want to injure the horse, and the last thing they wanted was to put Bubbles in any more danger than she already was in.
Then the horse gave a frightening lurch and Bubbles was thrown off of its back, flailing and screaming loudly. She landed heavily on the hard, hoof- packed ground with a sickening smack, and remained motionless: very still and silent. People around them were talking hurriedly; some of them screamed when Bubbles had fallen, Blossom and Buttercup had been among them.
The horse was prancing around frantically, now trotting in tight circles around the fence, throwing its head in angered snorts, its mane wiping around its enormous, shining face. The instructor girl managed to grab the horse's reigns and halt it, but it continued to beat the ground angrily with its massive hooves, sending clouds of dust in its wake.
But Blossom and Buttercup didn't notice the bulging muscles and heaving sides of the stallion, for they were too focused on their sister, who was lying on the dusty ground, not moving. Some of the people were jumping the fence to run to her. Blossom was about to leap over the fence in a single bound, when the most unusual thing happened-
-Bubbles suddenly bolted upright, her eyes wide and rolling with barely controlled panic. Then, before anyone could make it to her she started screaming, loud and shrilly at the top of her lungs. Some of the people who had made it over the fence stopped dead in their tracks, dropped to their knees and covered their ears roughly, their faces contorted in grimaces of pain. Only Blossom and Buttercup weren't affected, because they knew-
-The horse started shrieking again, but only because of Bubbles's pronounced wail that pretty much drowned every other sound out. The other people were all trying desperately to cover their ears in an effort to drown out the sound, their own screams mingling with Bubbles's continued cry as they all fell over onto the dusty earth. Blossom jumped over the fence, quickly followed by Buttercup, and they were partially knocked backwards by the perfectly timed, periodic waves of sound that were washing over the entire area like a sonar. The sonic scream.
"BUBBLES! STOP!" Blossom cried hoarsely, lifting her hands in front of her face instinctively as another tidal of audible force swept over them. It came fast and hard, creating a swirling wind of energy in its wake similar to a blustery wind, sending dust and debris into the air.
Buttercup got to her first and with a powerful leap, knocked Bubbles over back onto the ground, pinning her down roughly. Buttercup quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and Bubbles, very suddenly stopped screaming, but hot tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. For a minute nobody moved, and Bubbles blinked twice, absolutely confused.
Buttercup got off of her sister and Bubbles sat up again. This time she didn't scream, but she looked around anxiously. The people who were lying on the ground were starting to stir, and some of them were unconscious. The horse was nowhere to be seen; it had jumped the fence minutes before. The entire situation was more than a bit awkward.
"Come on, we've gotta' get out of here," Blossom said hurriedly, grabbing both her sisters by the arms and scooping them up from the ground. They broke into a run, away from the stables, Bubbles still in her riding gear.
They didn't look back, and didn't stop until they were a good distance away, safely sheltered by the cool trees of a city park. Bubbles threw herself heavily onto a park bench, and Blossom began pacing wildly back and forth. Buttercup loomed over Bubbles wickedly, and looked as if her head was about to start shooting steam.
"What-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-DOING?!" she fumed, blaming Bubbles for something that certainly hadn't been her fault. Bubbles hid her face in her hands and started weeping heavily, drawing the attention of numerous joggers and bystanders. Blossom stopped pacing frantically and swooped onto Buttercup.
"Leave her alone! She didn't do anything wrong!"
"Waddaya' mean she didn't do anything wrong?!?! She coulda' killed those people!"
"I understand that- but-" Blossom moved to sit next to Bubbles, who still had her face in her hands, her blonde hair lying ragged over her shoulders. "Bubbles, what happened out there?"
She gave a huge shudder, another choking sob, and then looked up. Her gaze shifted between Buttercup, who was trembling with rage, and Blossom, who tried to keep her face calm. Bubbles's face was shining with wet tears, and her eyes were already red and swollen from crying. She finally rested her terrified stare onto Blossom, who watched her patiently.
"It. well. I. um," and then she burst into tears again. Buttercup threw both her arms into the air in exasperation and turned away. She walked a few paces forward towards a nearby oak tree, and stood there silently for a beat, then turned back around to find Blossom attempting to comfort their distraught sister.
"I don't think you'll be taking lessons there any more," Blossom said softly, trying to lighten things up again. Bubbles choked out something unintelligible, and Blossom took that for a laugh. Straightening, she wiped her face off with the back of a dirty hand, smearing the dirt and grime across her soggy face. Blossom tried herself to clean her sister's face off, but Bubbles moved away as if trying to say she didn't need to be babied.
"Well?" Buttercup spluttered through gritted teeth. "What in the blazes do you think you were doing?" Blossom looked at her sister reproachfully, and for a beat Buttercup's face softened, but not by much. She was clearly not about to make things any better by screaming at Bubbles.
Bubbles had always closed up whenever she was yelled at, and if one was trying to get something out of her, screaming was not the way to do it. Bubbles would only become silent and shy, but this was clearly not the case; she suddenly jumped from the park bench.
"It wasn't my fault!" she stammered, her voice still quavering. "It. was. something scared the horse!"
"That doesn't give you the right to knock out the entire stable-"
"But- I- I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!"
Blossom cut in.
"Buttercup, don't you think it's possible that what happened was just a natural reaction?"
Buttercup looked at her questioningly as if she didn't understand what Blossom was hinting at.
The sonic scream had always been something that they'd used when a threat was much too close to them. Upon using it, it would force anything away that it was directed at, using the sheer power of sound that could be generated by each of their vocal cords. This was of course, something a normal human couldn't do, but it was in itself rare for them. It was incredibly difficult to generate that kind of energy in their throat at will, and needed a very strong stimulus in order to work correctly.
It was powerful, and in some situations could be deadly, but it was also very effective. Their sonic scream tended to only occur as an instinct; a natural reaction to when they felt personally threatened or scared, and they'd found that they couldn't always control it. There was however, a rare occasion that they could, if the timing was right, and this clearly was not. Bubbles's appeared to have done it without control.
"Should I speak in clear English for you?"
"Very funny," Buttercup said sarcastically, throwing her head sideways in irritation, her black hair falling over her face. "I know what it means."
"Then maybe you should stop yelling. I do say, perhaps we're attracting a bit more attention than desired."
"And I do say, why don't you talk like a normal person?" Buttercup spat as a deliberate insult. Buttercup didn't need any sort of natural defense mechanism, because her biting wit was enough to scare anybody away, deadly monster or not.
"Bubbles, what happened over there?" Blossom said lightly.
"I don't think I need to tell you," she said, clearly uncomfortable.
"Then this is serious."
"Everything is serious to you!" Buttercup cried.
"Would you be in denial?! You said yourself you saw HIM!" Blossom said it a bit louder than she would have liked. At that moment a jogger had decided to pass by and had stopped when Blossom cried out. The young man looked clearly surprised, and he stopped abruptly as if they were talking about him personally.
"No, not you," Buttercup said bitterly, and the boy took off in the direction he was facing, possibly jogging a bit faster than he had been before.
Bubbles was looking at both of her sisters frantically, her head turning in both directions faster than possible in order to fully look at them.
"Well?" Blossom said, folding her arms across her chest impatiently. Buttercup had no reply.
"I- I didn't really see Him! I just made that up so you wouldn't think I was upset-"
"You MADE THAT UP?!" Blossom cried hoarsely, stopping a group of children in their tracks.
"Oh no, not here you guys." Bubbles cried softly.
"Yes! I couldn't stand seeing the professor so sweet and innocent. I want out of that house!"
"You don't mean that!" Bubbles cried fiercely. Blossom had forgotten that Bubbles didn't really know the truth about the professor, and now was not a good time to bring it up. Not after what had happened, because that was a more pressing matter.
"You know what? Then leave the damn house for all I care, because as far as I'm concerned you're just taking up space," Blossom spat angrily. Buttercup made a motion towards her as if she was going to fight, but Bubbles stepped between them.
"What do you mean?" she asked forcefully.
"He's been lying to us Bubbles." Buttercup said, looking at her sister. Blossom moved forward very quickly.
"No, you just need to grow up. We aren't talking about your personal problems here," Blossom said, shooting a glance at Bubbles who was looking at her anxiously. Blossom deliberately emphasized her words in an effort to convey that Buttercup's mistrust was clearly for her own personal reason, only so that they wouldn't have to tell Bubbles the truth; At least not yet.
"You." Buttercup hissed angrily.
"I'm not fighting with you Buttercup."
"Blossom, I felt scared. That's why I did it. I felt like I was going to die!" Bubbles cried softly. Blossom looked at her with surprise.
"So, I was right?" she asked. Bubbles nodded. "You felt like someone was watching you again?" Bubbles nodded again.
"But this time it was worse. It just felt different is all."
There was silence between the three of them for a good five minutes. It was as if none of them really knew what they were supposed to do. There wasn't anything they could do; at least not until this something decided to show its face. What bothered Blossom was the fact that now Buttercup was taking back her claim to spotting Him, and that just made things more complicated.
If she hadn't really seen him, then that pretty much ruled him out of their pathetically short list of suspects. In fact, Blossom had no other suspects, because she couldn't let herself believe that they were feeling things for a purpose. It was merely coincidence, a shadow of their past memories lingering in their minds to torment them. or else. it was possible that Buttercup was lying yet again in order to protect herself.
They had to get home soon and tell the professor what had happened, or else he'd be worried. It was more than likely that he would get a phone call from the stables telling him in detail what had happened. They would probably want an explanation, and the professor really wasn't in the position to give one, because he simply didn't have anything.
Buttercup looked around the park quickly, looked at her watch, and then turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Blossom asked her. She didn't turn.
"What do you care? After all, I'm just taking up space," she said quickly, and then she began to walk quickly down the path to leave the park. Blossom and Bubbles watched her as she disappeared around the bend. Blossom figured she wasn't going to show up home for dinner that night.
"Erm- maybe we should go home too." Blossom said, putting a hand on Bubbles's shoulder. Bubbles nodded, and then they walked down the path together, wondering what exactly they were going to tell the professor.