One Puff's Fury
Bubbles awoke face down against the cold stone floor. Her chest was burning and she found it very difficult to breath. She rolled on her back to help alleviate some of the pressure on her chest and was startled to find that she was in a completely different room than what she was before.
It was perfectly circular and completely barren except for a pool a black liquid in its center. Bubbles got to her feet and made her way towards the pool, looking curiously over the edge. Although pitch black the pool seemed to reflect her image like a mirror. Bubbles suddenly felt drawn to it, as if the black waters were calling to her. She reached out her hand to touch the liquid, but stopped when she heard a voice behind her.
"I wouldn't touch that If I were you," Bubbles recognized the voice immediately and spun around to see Boomer smiling back at her. "That there is seether," Boomer continued, "an elixir made from the very blood of the demon king himself. It is fatal to mortals. A very deadly toxin indeed."
Bubbles staggered backwards in fear, remembering how just earlier Boomer was trying to kill her. Boomer watched with amusement at the fear in Bubble's eye.
"You are wondering why I kept you alive aren't you Bubbles. Well I must admit to you I have something of a weakness for pretty things, so I decided that I would much rather keep you as a trophy than see you dead. You would make such a pretty ornament for my dwelling. It is somewhat barren wouldn't you say?" Boomer motioned towards the surrounding walls.
Bubbles looked on with disgust. The last thing she wanted was to be made some sort of toy for a twisted demon. She turned and ran towards the nearest exit, but Boomer waved his hand and a blob of black liquid shot from the pool and engulfed Bubbles. The liquid migrated along Bubbles' body to her hands and down to her legs and then stretched upwards towards the ceiling and downwards towards the floor. It then hardened into solid stone leaving Bubbles suspended midway between the ceiling and the floor, her hands bound above her head by one strand and her feet secured to the floor by the other.
Boomer casually walked up to Bubbles and looked her up and down. "Seems you'll be hanging around here for quite a while Bubbles. Those bonds are made from the same stone as these walls and not even a Powerpuff can break them. Whether you like it or not you're mine now. You may not be able to accept that now, but in time you will learn." Boomer then turned and made his way over to the black pool. He stepped into it and sunk beneath the surface, leaving Bubbles alone in the barren room. She struggled against the solid stone that bound her hands and legs, but it refused to budge despite her greatest efforts. After several minutes she gave up trying to escape. She was trapped, and it seemed that this tower was to forever be her prison. Bubbles' heart sank as the thought dawned on her. She didn't want it to end like this. She had envisioned at least to die in battle, perhaps against him or one of the Rowdyruffs, but instead she was to kept alive as a trophy, to remain within these dismal wall for the rest of her life. She would have much rather died.
Much time passed and Bubbles hang there lamenting in self pity. All hope seemed lost for her as the hours past. She stared continuously at the black pool, expecting Boomer to reemerge at any moment, but he never did. As she stared at the black waters they called to her as they had done earlier when she had first looked over the edge of the pool. She wondered what it was about the liquid, why it continued to draw her too it. It was as if it wanted to consume her, to make her apart of it. It didn't really matter anyway. She was bound and could not move even if she wanted too. She closed her eyes to try and block out the black pool. It seemed effective enough, as the strange yearning seemed to vanish when she was not looking at the pool.
Suddenly Bubbles became aware of a new sensation. In the deepest regions of her soul she could feel a deep anguish, as of someone experiencing great pain. It grew steadily stronger until Bubbles was able to feel it surging through her entire body. A surge of terror passed through her as she realized what it was.
"My god! Blossom is dying." Bubbles struggled against her bonds, the screams of her sister ringing in her mind. The screams of pain continued to grow louder as she fought desperately to escape her bonds. She couldn't stand the though of her sister experiencing so much pain and she became frantic in her struggle, fighting with a strength she didn't know she had. The rock began to crack against her desperate struggle, bucking against her emerging power. Suddenly it shattered altogether and Bubbles shot out the door, not even thinking about where she was going. She weaved through the maze of corridors, guided only by her intuition in her desperate search to find her sister.
It seemed like an eternity as Bubbles followed her sister's fading energy, frantically trying to catch up to her before it was too late. She finally found Blossom buried in a pile of rubble. She madly tore away at the rubble, revealing Blossom's mangled body. She was barely recognizable through the extensive damage to her body, her face smashed up and covered in blood and her body badly deformed from numerous broken bones. Bubbles lifted Blossom from the debris and gently placed her on the floor. She knelt over her and placed both her hands on her chest, feeling for any signs of life. There was a faint trace of energy emanating from Blossom, a faint trace of life still within her mangled body. Bubbles released a sigh of relief as tears began streaming down her face. "Its going to be okay Blossom," Bubbles whispered to her unconscious sister. "I'm not going to let you die."
Suddenly a powerful hand grabbed Bubbles by the shoulder and tossed her across the room. Before she could recover a heavy foot landed hard upon her chest. Bubbles opened her eyes to see Boomer standing over her with a wicked grin.
"Well well well. Isn't this a familiar situation," he mocked. "I guess I should have killed you after all."
Bubbles felt a growing anger rising inside her. Blossom was dying and Boomer was now preventing her from saving her life. She could not allow her sister to die, not matter what. She struggled against Boomers foot, but he only pressed down on her harder, laughing down at her with a sadistic smile. Bubbles' blood began to boil and she seized Boomer's ankle tightly within her grasp. With a newfound strength she began to slowly lift his foot off of her chest.
"What the Hell," Boomer thought. "Where is she getting all this power from. Just a moment ago she could barely fight back." He struggled to keep Bubbles beneath him, but she managed to twist his foot and break his ankle. He cried out in pain and withdrew his foot and Bubbles leapt to her feet and rushed the preoccupied Rowdyruff, hitting him hard in the face. He was sent flying through the far wall and landed in a dazed heap on the other side.
Bubbles wasted no time in scooping up Blossom's body and taking off down the nearest corridor. She flew with lightning quickness, guided once again by her intuition as she made her way towards the exit. In no time it seemed she was out the giant doorway that led into the tower and back in the open of the deserted city streets. She carried Blossom far away from the tower and set her down on a grassy hill on the outskirts of the city.
For a long while Bubbles waited, expecting to see Boomer appear from the distance, but he never did. She looked down at Blossom who was barely breathing. Any normal person would have been dead from such a brutal beating, but Blossom was hanging onto life by a thread. Her Chemical X physiology was able to hold on despite the extensive damage to her system, but if she didn't do something quickly, Blossom would eventually die.
Bubbles thought about her father. Surely he could save Blossom. No, he hardly knew anything about the Powerpuff physiology. He had never taken the time to truly understand how the girls worked from the inside. He was simply to busy with other things. She would need somebody who had extensive knowledge on the physiology of a Chemical X being, someone who knew their physiology inside and out. Someone like… Mojo.
Mojo Jojo had always dedicated himself to destroying her and her sisters. He had gathered a wealth of information on their physiology in his desperate attempt to find a weakness in them. If anyone could save Blossom, It would be him.
Bubbles gathered Blossom's body and made her way to Mojo's volcano top observatory. She spied Mojo with her x-ray vision watching television in his living room. She crashed through the roof, landing right between Mojo and the TV. He was not very happy and he shook his fist madly at Bubbles.
"What is the meaning of breaking into my home. Can you not see that I, Mojo Jojo, am watching television. This is an outrage, an indignation, a direct violation of my privacy. I haven't even committed any crimes lately. Heck, I haven't committed a crime in the past three years, so explain to me why is it that you have suddenly broken into my home while I, Mojo Jojo, am watching television and not committing any sort of crime."
Bubbles placed Blossom onto the couch and looked at Mojo sadly. "She's dying Mojo. You have to help her."
"Impossible," Mojo interjected. "You Powerpuffs have regenerative abilities. I know that because I myself have bestowed great injuries unto you in the past, only to see you recover at a remarkable rate. Blossom will probably be back to her old self in a week."
"No Mojo. The damage is too extensive. Her body can't repair itself properly. If you don't help her she will die."
Mojo pondered for a moment then went to observe Blossom. He pressed against different parts of her body, assessing the damage. "Yes, the damage to her body is quite extensive. Even from the outside I can tell that many of her vital organs are beyond her body's ability to repair. I guess she will die after all. Oh well. That's just too bad. Now if you will please remove yourself from my house so that I may go back to watching television in peace.
Bubbles stood there completely dumbstruck by the cold heartedness of Mojo. She threw herself at the monkey's feet, tears filling her eyes. "Please Mojo, you've got to help her," she pleaded. "She's my sister. I just can't let her die. Please. Find it in your heart. You're the only one who can save her."
Mojo looked at Bubbles with great annoyance. "Why should I save your sister's life?" he said coldly. "It would certainly not be helping me in any way, shape or form. After all, you are my enemy, and being my enemy, it would only be to my advantage if one of you died, as it is something that I myself have been trying to achieve for a very long time now, so suffice it to say, I will not, shall not, and further more, refuse to help you save your sister's life, as it would only prove the hinder my plans of ultimately destroying you three, which is what I have been dedicated my life to doing in the first place, so in closing, goodbye, sayonara, see you later, you know the way out, and don't forget to take you sister with you."
Bubbles remained unmoving, her sorrow now being replaced by a burning rage. She glared at Mojo with such an intense fierceness that he began to back away in fear.
"Uh, Bubbles? Is something wrong?" Mojo said meekly
In a flash Bubbles pinned Mojo against the wall, he hand clasped tightly around the simian's throat. He gasped for breath as she squeezed ever tighter.
"Now listen up you worthless ape," Bubbles growled, her eyes ablaze with intense anger, "if Blossom dies, you die, and don't think I won't hesitate to kill you. I would sooner rip your lungs out and strangle you with your own intestines you disgusting piece of simian filth. Now unless you want to see how you look on the inside I suggest you figure out a way to SAVE MY SISTER."
By now Mojo was shivering with absolute terror. He had never seen such a frightening side of Bubbles, who was usually so kind and gentle, even as a superhero. Bubbles let him drop to the floor and waited for him to catch his breath. He looked up at her and gave a nervous smile. "I-I think w-we should get B-Blossom to my laboratoy right away," he stammered. Bubbles gathered Blossom and followed Mojo to his laboratory. There he led her to his medical lab and he had her place Blossom onto a metal table.
"This is going to require intensive surgery," Mojo told Bubbles. "I should be able to repair enough of the damage so that her natural regenerative ability can take over. If she's lucky she'll pull through on her own and make a full recovery."
"You'd better make sure she does," Bubbles threatened.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room Bubbles. This operation will be delicate and I will need to eliminate all… uh… distractions."
Bubbles left Mojo to his work, pulling a chair up just outside the medlab. The hours passed and she sat unmoving, waiting for any word on Blossom's state of health. She was startled when Mojo woke her up. She had not realized she had fallen asleep. Mojo had a nervous look on his face and Bubbles wondered what it meant.
"I have done all I can for Blossom right now," Mojo said, "I will have to wait 48 hours to continue the surgery. She may or may not make it in that time. If she does, her chances of survival are practically guaranteed. A great deal of this rests on her ability to regenerate. I can only help to keep her alive while her body does the work."
Bubbles looked skeptically at Mojo, but realized there probably wasn't much else he could do. She got to her feet and began to walk off. "I will be back in 48 hours then," she called as she disappeared from the laboratory.
Mojo let out a sigh of relief and fell back into the chair Bubbles was sitting in. "At least I can rest easy for the next 48 hours. I only hope that Blossom pulls through… for my sake."