(A/N: I don't know why, but for some reason I felt like I could really describe the places and what was going on. It's kind of creepy, actually, how much I actually seemed to know the environment in this chapter, but that's to the side point. What's important here is that the show must go on!)
Chapter V
The fight was long over, the room zoned off by the police. The three Rowdyruffs had been sent to the prison hospital to treat their wounds. However, the girls themselves had wanted to go to sleep in their own home, along with the Professor.
"I wish this could all just…go away…" Bubbles murmured.
"I know…it's like some kind of twisted nightmare," Buttercup added. "Blossom? You OK over there?"
Blossom was already lying down in her bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah. I'm OK. I guess."
Bubbles let out a big yawn. "Well, tomorrow we start another 'exciting' day of school. We should get some rest."
"Yeah. Let's hit the sack," Buttercup continued. She floated into bed, getting comfortable in the soft bed.
She slipped into sleep, and Bubbles got into the bed as well. It was sort of odd. 9 years and they were still sharing a bed. Or was it, like the Professor said, 12?
The light switched off, and everything seemed to change.
The bright, cheerful room now had a dark tone to it, a sweet yet horrible feeling inside it. Blossom blinked several times. Her eyes…hurting.
Shadows melded and shifted, changing like smoke blowing through the cold night air. It hurt…everything blurry...
The mist shook, changing and forming shapes of all kinds. Beautiful, she whispered. A figure walked in slowly, and an inexplicable fear shook over her. The mist swirled and twisted in the darkness, casting half-shadows on the moonlit walls. The figure pulled a small cylinder from her belt, and immediately thoughts began to rush through Blossom's mind.
Kill them all…they never loved me…power comes to those who truly seek it…anger to hate…dark side…
Father.
"Wake up! Wake up!" a voice shouted. Another terrified voice let out a small whimper of terror.
Not real, of course.
Was it?
"Blossom! For god's sake…please wake up!" someone pleaded. Bubbles?
"She's out cold. We gotta go without--"
Blossom opened her eyes, and saw Buttercup and Bubbles' faces flush with relief.
"What's going on?" Blossom ordered, waking up quickly.
"I have no damn idea," Bubbles admitted.
"I'm guessing it has something to do with us, though," Buttercup responded with lightning speed.
"What's that sound?" Blossom murmured. She was still almost half-asleep. She could swear she was hearing voices. Voices that were the living incarnations of suffering, pain…and evil.
"Well, that would be the sound of about one thousand terrible things coming to rip us to damn shreds!" Bubbles exploded.
"They found us," Buttercup finally said. "Whoever they are, they found us."
"Then why aren't we flying to go kick some ass?" Blossom demanded.
"I can…but Bubbles…she's having some trouble with her powers. Something's wrong."
"I don't care," Bubbles said bravely. "I may not be able to fly, but you guys can't leave without me."
Blossom glanced around nervously, and the sleepiness wore off. Her vision cleared and she could clearly see a nightmare: Townsville was in flames. Not like normal…whoever had done this had thoroughly tried to demolish it. There was blood everywhere, and the sounds of explosions and fire burning into the cold night. Smoke was rising into the air, lit by the moon, a cruel beauty blending with the blood of the innocent.
"Where's the Professor?" Blossom inquired. She had plenty more questions, but not enough time for them.
"We don't know. He sort of…disappeared. Not literally of course, though that's been known to happen," Buttercup added, grinning grimly.
"We need to shut the hell up and actually do something. Bubbles, I--"
"Hands on your heads!" a muffled voice shouted. The door burst down, and a figure, armored in white, slowly began to walk forward, aiming a gun-like item at the girls.
"You expect to hurt us with that?" Bubbles said, dumbfounded.
There was a flash of light, and a hole appeared in her shoulder.
Bubbles screamed, and more white-clad figures stormed into the room, blasting everything to pieces, trying to avoid hitting the girls. After nearly every exit was blocked, they stared at the girls with their cold, emotionless helmets.
"You're coming with us. 124-KT maneuver."
All of the soldiers pressed a button on their rifles. Then a green haze came to Blossom's mind, then nothing…
To be continued.
