(A/N: To the readers: I'm glad you guys like this! And I'm not as messed up as I sound. Well, mostly. ;D Also, this should remind some people of a certain episode of the Twilight Zone...)

VII

Death of Hope

The City of Townsville!

Book, the WriterRuff Boy, smiled. He hovered over the beautiful city of Townsville, looking down at the people. They all smiled back at him like usual.

Book had been created by Professor Utonium's brother, Dr. Ivan Particle. He was made out of chocolate, cinnamon, and the complete works of Stephen King! He was perfect in every way! He was also a great writer! He was in love with Blossom Utonium in a cute romance that the whole city thought was just adorable!

That is…until he was abandoned. Until his story ended after a promised Season 2. And he could feel someone new…yet familiar has entered his realm. It wasn't Secret7. He held up the Magic Pencil he'd been given in his 3rd chapter. He'd used it to make his city a paradise. Everyone was happy. All of the time.

No one could feel any pain. Except for him. They rebelled years ago. The girls and the boys. They fought him and were annihilated.

It had to be done, he muttered. But now I have a second chance! For her! Blossom…my love.

He was a total and complete psychopath. He has been trying to take control of my stories for some time. Only last chapter did I learn his identity. I created him 5 years ago, and I can't destroy him. It wouldn't be dramatic. Authors…we like others to do our work for us. That's the heroes job…

The twin girls looked around. They were in Pokey Oaks. It was all…perfect.

"Hello little girl!" an old woman said. "What are you doing here?"

The younger Blossom looked down, confused and obviously nervous. "I don't exactly know…"

"NO!" the old woman shouted. "Don't think like that! Don't ever think like that! He can hear you, you know. I don't want to die…"

Both Blossoms stepped back a little.

"You…you're Blossom aren't you?" the old woman inquired. "Yes. I can see it in your eyes…Well?"

"Well what?" the older Blossom asked.

"Don't you recognize me?" the old woman asked, her voice cheery. "It's me! Ms. Keane!"

The younger Blossom was on the verge of crying. "Who…could have done this?"

"My Blossom," a voice whispered. A figure, dressed in a blue T-shirt and jeans with glasses, hovered down. "I've missed you."

"Book! I—I can explain!" Ms. Keane shouted feebly.

"Be happy," he said, pulling out a pencil. He began to write in the air, and both Blossoms were frozen in terror. Ms. Keane suddenly let loose a twisted smile.

"Of course I'm happy, my dear! I must be going! Don't want to be late for that appointment!" she shouted, walking away.

"You…" The teenage Blossom said quietly. "You killed all those people."

"Blame it on the author," Book simply replied.

"Who are you?" the younger one asked, anger in her voice.

"I came before you, kid. Well, not creation-wise. You were created by Craig McCraken. But me…I am Secret7. Sort of."

Blossom was speechless.

"There's not a word to say. That you're right about. You see, there's a little bit of the author in all of us. There's a lot in me. That's how I was able to take control of this pathetic work of fiction. 'Twas easy."

"You're nothing like me," I had the teenage Blossom say for me. "You're a twisted and evil"

I realized my mistake. Book wasn't forgiving. At all.

The older Blossom clutched her throat.

"Always wanted to do a Darth Vader," Book snickered.

"Don't!" Blossom shouted. "Please!"

The older Blossom gasped. "Alright," Book said nastily. "I'll just sink your sister on her."

A shadow streaked out on the street. Someone was walking closer.

Buttercup stared at her 13-year-old sister. She hated her. She wanted her dead. Why? There was no reason. Only her hate, and it's burning within.

"And while we finish that Bloss up, it's time for you to join me."

"Wh—what?"

"As a puppet. You'll keep your mind…mostly."

"And if I don't?"

"Everything in Secret7's works dies. Everyone."

Blossom felt sick to her stomach. She had never faced such a horrible challenge before.

"I'll…I'll do it."

End of Chapter VII

(A/N: God, I'm not sure I've ever written for such an evil character before. I feel almost sick to my stomach even thinking about Book. Yeeagh. On another note, please review! It's the only thing that's keeping me on the lousy site that deleted "Life with BLAZE".)