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ice eternal
By Secret7
CHAPTER 3
Blossom stared blankly at the cold rubble.
A faint whisper came, "It...was real." She could swear that she heard laughter. Familiar laughter.
"Blossom?"
"Wha-?"
"Blossom?" said Buttercup. "Are you okay?"
"I—I have to go. Now. You guys hurry to school, I'll come back later."
"But Blossom?" Bubbles whimpered, "Where are you going?"
"I think I might know who made this disaster happen!" Blossom said confidently. "Now go, I'll meet you two later!"
"See ya, Bloss!" Buttercup yelled.
"Bye Blossom!" Bubbles shouted.
Blossom took off into the sky, a pink streak following shortly behind.
"What's going on?" Blossom asked herself, "I know that...it's almost like...somehow I froze that building. But why? It's almost like I was possessed by--"
Suddenly it was all clear.
"Him." Blossom realized.
* * *
"Now, children, what is two times two?" asked Ms. Keane.
"Four." the class droned.
"Good! Now, what is 3 times 3? Let's see here...Blossom?" Ms. Keane called.
"Um..." Buttercup began.
"Speaking of which, we're glad to have you back, Blossom!" Ms. Keane shouted, as the class cheered.
"Well..." Bubbles started.
"Blossom isn't here?" Ms. Keane said, staring at the empty seat.
"Nope. She said that she had to track down some villain or something." Buttercup explained.
"Well, I guess that's okay. I was sort of looking forward to seeing her again..."
"Don't worry, she'll be back soon enough!" exclaimed Bubbles.
* * *
Blossom dashed through the clouds, searching.
"I know it's here somewhere..."
There it was. A large red cloud with an old, ramshackle, door on it.
The cold feeling struck again, and it was freezing this time.
"I better get there fast..." she said, and flew over to the door.
"Him? I know you're in there!" she shouted.
"Come in..." a lighthearted voice called.
The door slowly opened, creaking as it did. Inside the strange cloud building, it was all dark. Except for a single lantern, held in a red claw.
"Hello, Blossom. Looking for..." he switched to his dark voice, "ANSWERS?"
"Well...yes. What did you do to me? What's this jewel doing on my head too! And why do I feel..." she shivered "...S-so cold."
"Because of that gem...you have a gift...a POWERFUL GIFT." Him laughed an evil laugh.
Blossom began to feel cold. Icy. She could barely breath.
"You think you were in a coma for two months? How could anyone possibly survive a blast of pure fire?"
"B-But I did." Blossom shivered.
"You didn't. You died," his true, darkest voice began to laugh.
"T-That's not possible."
"STUPID LITTLE GIRL! I AM SATAN HIMSELF AND YOU BELIEVE THAT I CANNOT DO SOMETHING????? I AM ALL POWERFUL, YOU PATHETIC FOOL!" He suddenly smiled. "Sorry, I try not to use my big voice. You did die that day. A most painful death, right?"
Blossom cringed. It was truly painful.
"Well, I thought to myself, '1 down, 2 to go!'. But how to kill them? I have unlimited power you see. So, I decided to kill them in the most painful, physically and emotionally, possible. I brought you back."
Shrill laughter filled the lair again.
"With a catch." he continued. "Blaze was being controlled by fire itself, correct? Well, I remembered an old poem by the name of 'Fire and Ice'. Ever read it? Quite a read. I brought you back with all the dark power I possessed, and then implanted a crystal onto your head. It contains all the powers of ice. And its spirit"
"N-no..." Everything was getting colder. She couldn't feel...couldn't breath...
"It will control you. You are but the host. And it is the master. AND I AM ITS MASTER!" Him laughed manically.
"B-b-but...my...sisters..." Blossom blinked, looked around, and breathed one last breath before collapsing.
"Your sisters will die." said Him, smirking.
Blossom lay there, her eyes closed. Her hair began to turn white, and her skin pale. She abruptly opened her eyes.
"You are correct. I will kill my sisters. But first I will kill you."
"Excellent, Blossom. I—Wha--?"
An icicle suddenly jabbed into Him's chest.
"But...why?"
"Because, I am not Blossom. I am now a Blossom of Ice. And soon there will be cold around this pitiful planet. Ice eternal." Her voice was as cold as the air around her. "I have a job to do." she said. And she flew off...
TO BE CONTINUED...
(This message brought to you, in part, by The National Foundation for
Stopping Ninja Assassins Trying to Kill Secret7. Thank you.)
ice eternal
By Secret7
CHAPTER 3
Blossom stared blankly at the cold rubble.
A faint whisper came, "It...was real." She could swear that she heard laughter. Familiar laughter.
"Blossom?"
"Wha-?"
"Blossom?" said Buttercup. "Are you okay?"
"I—I have to go. Now. You guys hurry to school, I'll come back later."
"But Blossom?" Bubbles whimpered, "Where are you going?"
"I think I might know who made this disaster happen!" Blossom said confidently. "Now go, I'll meet you two later!"
"See ya, Bloss!" Buttercup yelled.
"Bye Blossom!" Bubbles shouted.
Blossom took off into the sky, a pink streak following shortly behind.
"What's going on?" Blossom asked herself, "I know that...it's almost like...somehow I froze that building. But why? It's almost like I was possessed by--"
Suddenly it was all clear.
"Him." Blossom realized.
* * *
"Now, children, what is two times two?" asked Ms. Keane.
"Four." the class droned.
"Good! Now, what is 3 times 3? Let's see here...Blossom?" Ms. Keane called.
"Um..." Buttercup began.
"Speaking of which, we're glad to have you back, Blossom!" Ms. Keane shouted, as the class cheered.
"Well..." Bubbles started.
"Blossom isn't here?" Ms. Keane said, staring at the empty seat.
"Nope. She said that she had to track down some villain or something." Buttercup explained.
"Well, I guess that's okay. I was sort of looking forward to seeing her again..."
"Don't worry, she'll be back soon enough!" exclaimed Bubbles.
* * *
Blossom dashed through the clouds, searching.
"I know it's here somewhere..."
There it was. A large red cloud with an old, ramshackle, door on it.
The cold feeling struck again, and it was freezing this time.
"I better get there fast..." she said, and flew over to the door.
"Him? I know you're in there!" she shouted.
"Come in..." a lighthearted voice called.
The door slowly opened, creaking as it did. Inside the strange cloud building, it was all dark. Except for a single lantern, held in a red claw.
"Hello, Blossom. Looking for..." he switched to his dark voice, "ANSWERS?"
"Well...yes. What did you do to me? What's this jewel doing on my head too! And why do I feel..." she shivered "...S-so cold."
"Because of that gem...you have a gift...a POWERFUL GIFT." Him laughed an evil laugh.
Blossom began to feel cold. Icy. She could barely breath.
"You think you were in a coma for two months? How could anyone possibly survive a blast of pure fire?"
"B-But I did." Blossom shivered.
"You didn't. You died," his true, darkest voice began to laugh.
"T-That's not possible."
"STUPID LITTLE GIRL! I AM SATAN HIMSELF AND YOU BELIEVE THAT I CANNOT DO SOMETHING????? I AM ALL POWERFUL, YOU PATHETIC FOOL!" He suddenly smiled. "Sorry, I try not to use my big voice. You did die that day. A most painful death, right?"
Blossom cringed. It was truly painful.
"Well, I thought to myself, '1 down, 2 to go!'. But how to kill them? I have unlimited power you see. So, I decided to kill them in the most painful, physically and emotionally, possible. I brought you back."
Shrill laughter filled the lair again.
"With a catch." he continued. "Blaze was being controlled by fire itself, correct? Well, I remembered an old poem by the name of 'Fire and Ice'. Ever read it? Quite a read. I brought you back with all the dark power I possessed, and then implanted a crystal onto your head. It contains all the powers of ice. And its spirit"
"N-no..." Everything was getting colder. She couldn't feel...couldn't breath...
"It will control you. You are but the host. And it is the master. AND I AM ITS MASTER!" Him laughed manically.
"B-b-but...my...sisters..." Blossom blinked, looked around, and breathed one last breath before collapsing.
"Your sisters will die." said Him, smirking.
Blossom lay there, her eyes closed. Her hair began to turn white, and her skin pale. She abruptly opened her eyes.
"You are correct. I will kill my sisters. But first I will kill you."
"Excellent, Blossom. I—Wha--?"
An icicle suddenly jabbed into Him's chest.
"But...why?"
"Because, I am not Blossom. I am now a Blossom of Ice. And soon there will be cold around this pitiful planet. Ice eternal." Her voice was as cold as the air around her. "I have a job to do." she said. And she flew off...
TO BE CONTINUED...