(A/N: Thanks for all your support, everybody! Now, without further adieu
(Wow, I can't believe I spelled that correctly), I present:
ice eternal
chapter5
Secret7
"Professor!" both girls shouted.
"Wh-What?" he stumbled, and then fell over.
Bubbles and Buttercup were floating right above him.
"Something's wrong with Blossom!" Buttercup yelled.
"And she's acting crazy!" yelped Bubbles.
"What are you two talking about?" the Professor asked. "Where is Blossom, anyway?"
"We don't know! She started talking to herself and then suddenly flew off!" Bubbles whimpered.
"Did...anything...ODD happen?" Professor Utonium got an odd, curious but worried, look on his face.
"Well, she looked kinda pale, and her hair...it almost looked like it was turning white! Her eyes looked so cold and scared!" Buttercup said nervously. "And...that crystal on her head...it looked like it was glowing..."
"Did she mention anything else?" asked the Professor.
"Something about Ice or something," Bubbles said.
"She was psychotic!!!" Buttercup yelled.
"Girls, search for Blossom. Find her as quickly as possible. For all we know, she could have gone homicidal. And if she won't come willingly..." He pulled out a suitcase and opened it, "Use these." Inside the suitcase were guns filled with a strange red looking liquid. They almost looked like squirt guns, except for the fact that they were cold metal, and came with sets of pellets.
"These guns each contain 15 Antidote X pellets. Use these carefully. It will take a long time to regain her powers again if she's hit. One shot will take away her powers, and since her cells are sustained by Chemical X, Two shots would...well...be almost like acid to her. Use these carefully. Now, hurry, girls! Quickly!" Professor Utonium said, motioning outside.
The two grabbed the weapons, zipped out of the house, and into the sky.
I just hope they make it, the Professor thought to himself.
He began to walk out of his lab room, when he heard some footsteps.
"Hello? Show your self!"
"I-I'm right here P-professor..." said the figure. It was Blossom, though her voice sounded cold and frightened.
"Blossom! I'm so glad to see you!"
She gave no response.
"Blossom?" he asked.
"Shut up, human," a cold, darker voice said.
He stepped back.
"Who are you?" he asked nervously.
The frightened voice was back. "I'm...so c-c-cold. Make it stop. Stop her! She—You fool!" said the darker voice. "Now he knows. We must kill him."
"No!" she yelled.
The air began to get much colder, and the Professor could see ice gathering around Blossom's hands. "Yes."
"But...our deal!"
"I'm in control now." said the voice.
"Blossom, you're talking to yourself. You need help," said the Professor calmly.
"GET OUT OF HERE! BEFORE SHE KILLS YOU!!!!" screamed Blossom as loud as she could. "WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? RUN!!!!!!!!!"
Professor Utonium shot a worried glance at Blossom, and ran out with the Antidote X gun.
"God," he thought "What's happening to you, Blossom?"
* * *
Two streaks of light ran through the sky.
"We can't find her," Buttercup said.
"But...I don't want to lose her again!!!" Bubbles whimpered.
"We're NOT GOING TO!" Buttercup shouted. "NEVER AGAIN!" her voice echoed across the ashes that were once known as Townsville. "She can't be dead again! I swear, I'll find her even if I die trying! I...I..." Tears came. "I don't know what to do, Bubbles. She was always the leader. And now...We...We gotta return to the apartment and tell the Professor."
"It's okay, Buttercup. We'll find her soon enough." said Bubbles.
* * *
Professor Utonium burst out of the apartment's door, pulling out his Antidote X gun. The air around him began to feel cooler...
Blossom, or whatever that thing is, is coming. I can feel it, he thought.
The door slowly began to freeze,
"On the count of three, shoot." he muttered.
The door was halfway frozen by now.
"1..."
A thin crackling noise filled the air.
"2..."
Visible cracks within the door appeared.
"3!"
Blossom burst through the door, and he fired. At point blank, it was a miss.
"Blossom...You don't want to do this..." said the Professor, shaking out of fear and coldness.
"You're right. She doesn't, But I do." Snow began to gather around her hands. "An ice sculpture of my father...how sweet..."
Ice Blossom released the blast of cold.
TO BE CONTINUED...
ice eternal
chapter5
Secret7
"Professor!" both girls shouted.
"Wh-What?" he stumbled, and then fell over.
Bubbles and Buttercup were floating right above him.
"Something's wrong with Blossom!" Buttercup yelled.
"And she's acting crazy!" yelped Bubbles.
"What are you two talking about?" the Professor asked. "Where is Blossom, anyway?"
"We don't know! She started talking to herself and then suddenly flew off!" Bubbles whimpered.
"Did...anything...ODD happen?" Professor Utonium got an odd, curious but worried, look on his face.
"Well, she looked kinda pale, and her hair...it almost looked like it was turning white! Her eyes looked so cold and scared!" Buttercup said nervously. "And...that crystal on her head...it looked like it was glowing..."
"Did she mention anything else?" asked the Professor.
"Something about Ice or something," Bubbles said.
"She was psychotic!!!" Buttercup yelled.
"Girls, search for Blossom. Find her as quickly as possible. For all we know, she could have gone homicidal. And if she won't come willingly..." He pulled out a suitcase and opened it, "Use these." Inside the suitcase were guns filled with a strange red looking liquid. They almost looked like squirt guns, except for the fact that they were cold metal, and came with sets of pellets.
"These guns each contain 15 Antidote X pellets. Use these carefully. It will take a long time to regain her powers again if she's hit. One shot will take away her powers, and since her cells are sustained by Chemical X, Two shots would...well...be almost like acid to her. Use these carefully. Now, hurry, girls! Quickly!" Professor Utonium said, motioning outside.
The two grabbed the weapons, zipped out of the house, and into the sky.
I just hope they make it, the Professor thought to himself.
He began to walk out of his lab room, when he heard some footsteps.
"Hello? Show your self!"
"I-I'm right here P-professor..." said the figure. It was Blossom, though her voice sounded cold and frightened.
"Blossom! I'm so glad to see you!"
She gave no response.
"Blossom?" he asked.
"Shut up, human," a cold, darker voice said.
He stepped back.
"Who are you?" he asked nervously.
The frightened voice was back. "I'm...so c-c-cold. Make it stop. Stop her! She—You fool!" said the darker voice. "Now he knows. We must kill him."
"No!" she yelled.
The air began to get much colder, and the Professor could see ice gathering around Blossom's hands. "Yes."
"But...our deal!"
"I'm in control now." said the voice.
"Blossom, you're talking to yourself. You need help," said the Professor calmly.
"GET OUT OF HERE! BEFORE SHE KILLS YOU!!!!" screamed Blossom as loud as she could. "WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? RUN!!!!!!!!!"
Professor Utonium shot a worried glance at Blossom, and ran out with the Antidote X gun.
"God," he thought "What's happening to you, Blossom?"
* * *
Two streaks of light ran through the sky.
"We can't find her," Buttercup said.
"But...I don't want to lose her again!!!" Bubbles whimpered.
"We're NOT GOING TO!" Buttercup shouted. "NEVER AGAIN!" her voice echoed across the ashes that were once known as Townsville. "She can't be dead again! I swear, I'll find her even if I die trying! I...I..." Tears came. "I don't know what to do, Bubbles. She was always the leader. And now...We...We gotta return to the apartment and tell the Professor."
"It's okay, Buttercup. We'll find her soon enough." said Bubbles.
* * *
Professor Utonium burst out of the apartment's door, pulling out his Antidote X gun. The air around him began to feel cooler...
Blossom, or whatever that thing is, is coming. I can feel it, he thought.
The door slowly began to freeze,
"On the count of three, shoot." he muttered.
The door was halfway frozen by now.
"1..."
A thin crackling noise filled the air.
"2..."
Visible cracks within the door appeared.
"3!"
Blossom burst through the door, and he fired. At point blank, it was a miss.
"Blossom...You don't want to do this..." said the Professor, shaking out of fear and coldness.
"You're right. She doesn't, But I do." Snow began to gather around her hands. "An ice sculpture of my father...how sweet..."
Ice Blossom released the blast of cold.
TO BE CONTINUED...