Author's note: I have been looking back through old reviews of my stories, and have become aware that I may have in places, used other peoples suggestions without giving credit. I'm sorry if I have, and will try to in future. All my stories evolve as I write them, so feel free to suggest things. Thanks.

8. Caught in the Web

The darkness was enveloping down in the inner city. Buttercup was tired now as she plodded the dank streets. She was tired, and wet, and she needed a drink. But then again, Blossom's daughter was missing, and if she lost her…

"I'd never forgive myself," she muttered. "I can't have her go through what I did." So she kept going. A little wonder on foot, she thought, then I'll set off flying again.

Suddenly, there was a sound in a nearby alley. Buttercup looked round. The alley we dark and cold, but she had a good look down it, and there was defiantly something down there. Maybe… well it was worth a look.

She walked slowly down the alley. There was another sound, a creaking. Something smashed to her side. There was a low shrieking overhead. Buttercup tried to keep her head up, but she was feeling something strange. She thought it might be fear.

"Hello?" she said. Another noise, sounded like footsteps. She swung round.

"MJ?" she asked. Something smashed to the ground in front of her. Buttercup bent down slightly. It was the bones of a pigeon, which had been striped clean of all flesh. The Green puff took a step back, and turned back round again.

"Hel… Ahaggh!" she screamed, having wondered straight into something sticky. She swung round in panic, and just got more tangled up. She looked up, and too her ultimate horror she realised that she was trapped in a huge spider's web. Her worse nightmare.

She started trashing wildly for a moment, before she heard something that filled her with fear. It was a low sniggering, that echoed slightly around the alley. Buttercup froze, hoping against hope that it hadn't seen her. She watched as it crawled across the wall, only a shadow visible. Suddenly, it disappeared from view. Buttercup glanced round rapidly, half wanting to see where it had gone, half hoping that it had gone.

It hadn't the creature jumped on to her, standing on her stomach and grabbing the web either side of her. She looked her up and down, smiling manically, blood dripping from her mouth. Buttercup was still frozen, but it was only when she burped, (expelling a few feathers from her mouth) that Buttercup recognised MJ.

"MJ?" she whispered. MJ responded to her name and looked at Buttercup happily.

"Hello lunch," she said.

Buttercup ripped her self out of the way of MJ's lunge, which lead to the kid biting her own web. The two long teeth got tangled up in it, and as she ripped her self free, Buttercup also scrambled clear. She picked her self up and sung round to MJ.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said, trying to hide her fear, "but I will if you attack me."

MJ giggled like the five year old she was, and then lunged again. Buttercup instinctively threw a punch, which MJ caught in her hand. She then began to crush; to Buttercups horror she was at least as strong as her. The green puff blasted MJ's hand with a lazar beam, before turning to run. She couldn't stand it any longer. Just as she was flying in to the air, some webbing rapped round her legs. Buttercup let out a scream as she was yanked back, but with a panicky kick, she broke free, and flew away as fast as she could.

Down in the streets below, MJ was disappointed with this result. She was hungry, and that would have been a good meal. But something was nagging her. Something about that person had been familiar. While she was thinking, someone else was also at work, carefully lowering a puff proof cage to the floor. It had a piece of raw meat in it.

Sure enough, MJ smelt it. She dived into the cage ripping and biting into the food as if she hadn't eaten for weeks. Quickly, the door was slammed and locked, and the kid was hit by a few tranquiliser darts, sending her into a deep sleep.

Blossom paced up and down the corridor of the SSR. She turned back to Buttercup.

"Spider?" she asked again. Her sister nodded.

"She'd made a web, she had a taste for blood, and I got that same fearing of f…f…ear."

Butch was hugging Buttercup gently, who was badly shaken. Blossom wished that Eddy was here too, she badly needed some support. This was a nightmare.

"But how could that have happened?" she asked.

"Umm, I might be able to help there," said the Professor, "you see, when I was knocked out, I was doing some simply tests on Spiderman's DNA. When I woke up it was missing."

"You mean someone stole it and…" Blossom tailed off in shock.

"Yes, but there is no way it should have changed her this much. Whoever stole it must have tampered with the sample."

Blossom clenched her fists. "Whoever did this is going to pay…" she hissed. She hadn't been this anger since… since she'd been in that alley fifteen years ago. That shock her again slightly. She tried to rein the anger in a bit. "We must find her quickly, before the police do, or she harms someone who is too weak to fight back."

"I've got a car," said The Professor, and he set off.

"I'm going to make some phone calls," Butch said, sounding like he'd thought of something, "if you're okay," he said to Buttercup. She nodded, so he sped off.

"Coming Buttercup," asked Blossom, gesturing to the city, but the green puff shock her head slowly.

"Sorry Blossom. I can't, I'm too scared." Blossom's shoulders sank, and Buttercup looked at her feet. "I'm allowed to be scared of something." She said mournfully. "Call Bubbles. She'd help."

"I can't do that," said Blossom, "She's on her honeymoon."

"Oh you really must stop this!"

"What Buttercup, you saying I should be more selfish again, and do what I want without any regard to anyone else."

"No," Buttercup was feeling more herself again, "you should be LESS selfish. Like when you're depressed all the time and won't tell us why, it's maddening! Put your self in Bubble's shoes. How is she going to feel if she comes back from the best to weeks of her life to find that MJ's been shot and you didn't feel you could call her back to help you out. She'd feel like the worse sister in the world!"

Blossom winced. "Do you really think they'll kill her?" Buttercup sighed, and handed Blossom a phone.

"Hello," Bubble's voice floated dreamily down the telephone. Blossom sighed.

"I thought it would be day time in France."

"Hi Blossom. No, it's early morning, and it's been a long night," she put unnecessary emphasis on the word long. "What can I do for you?"

Blossom took a deep breath and explained. It wasn't more than a minute after she'd finished speaking, that a blue light flashed in the corridor, and Bubbles and Boomer appeared, as dressed as they could be under the circumstances.

"We're hear sis!" said Bubbles energetically. And with Boomer nodding beside her, Blossom felt happy for the first time all day.

"Okay, thanks," she said. "But you may want to swap tops before we start looking…"

Mojo Jojo was studding the sample very carefully. He murmured happily to himself, before putting it back in the freezer. It needed work, but the basis of a plan was there.

The phone rang. He muttered loudly and picked it up.

"You have reached the phone within the house that belongs to Mojo Jojo, and it is Mojo Jojo, the occupier and owner of said building that you are speaking to. Be brief, for I am busy."

"Hi Dad," said Butch briskly, "have you seen MJ."

"MJ? What is this MJ of which you speak?"

"Blossom's daughter MJ."

"No, I have not seen the kid MJ, who you describe to me as Blossoms daughter, not with my own eyes, or with any other seeing implement." Butch sighed. "But," said Mojo, as kindly as he could, "I will keep my ear to the ground, in the metaphorical rather then the literal sense, and if I hear of anything, that is to say if a statement comes to my attention that reveals the whereabouts, or location of said child, I will inform you, that is I will make sure that you are aware of the information that I am aware of on the subject of the female child that was bore to Blossom."

"Thanks Dad, that's great." Butch hung up.

Mojo swung on his heel, and walked over to the window door of his internal test room. Inside, MJ was crawling all over the rooms, occasionally swinging over to the other side, to crawl there. Mojo smiled. There was no escape for her. Soon his most dastardly plan ever would come to fruition.

Thanks for reading, please review. And feel free to ask questions. (You must have some.)