Sorry, we're back to the short chapters again, but this part of the story is pretty hard to write, because there so many different angle to cover, and I want to do it carefully in a sensible order. Okay, let's go.
4. Blown Apart
Blossom was still sleep, and for the first time in weeks, there were no bad dreams. It was so… peaceful. What wasn't so peaceful was her being shaken awake.
"BLOSSOMTHEYKNOWTHEYKNOW!" Eddy screamed as she shook her. Blossom opened her eyes and sat up.
"Know what?" she asked tiredly.
"THEYKNOWYOUKILLEDSUPERMAN!"
It took a moment for blossom to interpret what had just been sent. When she did, it had the effect of pouring ice cold water down her back. She turned alertly to Eddy.
"Who knows?" she quivered.
"Everyone! It's on the news!" Eddy's voice was full of panic. Blossom stared at him, and then at the bed. The lie that she'd built her entire life upon had just been swept away from under her feet. She looked at Eddy again, and even in this most stressful of situations, she could tell she wasn't the only one. Eddy had built his life there too, and so had the kids. They hadn't even known.
Blossom stood up. "I'm going to get dress," she said. Eddy blinked for a moment.
"Why?"
"I don't know," she admitted, as she pulled out the pink dress with the black strip. It suddenly occurred to her that she should have changed that uniform rule while she'd had the chance. Everything was happening so quickly.
The phone burst into life. Eddy grabbed and threw it straight to Blossom. She took a deep breath.
"Hel…"
"IS IT TRUE?" squeaked Bubbles. Blossom paused. She could have pleaded ignorance or she could have denied it. But there was little point lying anymore.
"Yes, it is," she said as calmly as possible. This was the moment she'd dreaded for years, the moment her sisters found out she was a murderer. In her mind Blossom had considered the many possible reactions over the years. She didn't have to wait long to find out which one was correct. There was a brief pause, and then the line went dead.
Blossom handed the phone back to Eddy. He watched as she sat down slowly on the bed. In his mind all sorts of thoughts were racing through.
What was he going to do with out her? How was he going to survive? What was going to happen to the kids? Were they going to have to spend the rest of their lives endlessly perused by the press, demanding a quote from them about Blossom? How terrible was it going to be?
But something somehow pushed its way to the front. He had to be there for Blossom, even if it was his last act as her husband. Then at least she'd have good memories of him as she got reacquainted with Brick.
So shoving his natural selfishness, (we all have it) and the raging jealousy aside, he slid closer to her, and tentatively asked; "You alright?" He knew the answer, but it was a conversation starter.
Blossom just looked at the floor for a moment, and then turned to him. "I'm okay," she said calmly. "In a way it's a relief to finally find out what they would think. What the world thinks." She looked at her feet, and chuckled ironically. Eddy gave her a hug. A few tears began to dribble down her checks. Eddy tried to stifle his.
"We don't have long now," he said quietly, "I think we should tell the kids." Miserably, his wife nodded.
In the SSR building, everyone had congregated in the meeting room. No one had told them too, but it seemed a good place to have a huge argument.
"I'm telling you, its rubbish!" Buttercup shouted angrily. "Blossom would never kill!" Bubbles, standing beside her, said nothing.
"I don't see why not," said Flash bluntly and angrily, "she had the time. She was there, she was the only witness, other than Sonic, and he didn't turn out to be that reliable!"
Buttercup was about to explode. "SHE WOULDN'T! WHAT WOULD SHE HAVE TO GAIN?"
"When has that ever got in the way of a criminal," spat the former justice leaguer, but a different one tapped him on the shoulder.
"Buttercup has a point," said Batman solemnly, "what is Blossom's motive? What could she possibly gain from killing Superman and Brick?"
"The leadership!" snapped Flash, but once again he was shouted down.
"That rubbish and you know it," said the Green Lantern authoritatively, "Sonic got the leadership after Superman; if that was Blossom's motive she would have bumped him off to!"
"See!" said Buttercup aggressively, "it's an evil scheme by some crime lord or something! I know it?"
"She could have had a motive!" Flash was not to be beaten. "Maybe she was err…"
"Maybe they just fought for the fun of it? A good old fashioned fight to the death!"
"Yes! Wait, no! Shut up Vegeta!"
"Only trying to help…"
"ANYWAY," over rode Batman, "I think Buttercup is right. This is some plot to break up the SSR by exploiting our divisions! We must all stand together at this most trying time."
There was a roar of agreement, but Flash was far from convinced. "I still don't agree, "he said. "Maybe Blossom thought that Superman would ruin her or threaten Brick and killed him to keep him quite?"
"How does that explain Bricks death?" Silence.
"Superman could have killed Brick? That would provide a motive," suggested Best Boy, more as a matter of fact then a serious suggestion, but before he could be shouted down, someone opened their mouth without thinking.
"How do you know that?" Boomer said before he could stop himself. "She didn't tell you too…oh shit!"
Silence rocketed through the room. The superheroes were stunned. The only sound which broke it was the sound of Bubbles slowly walking over to Boomer.
"You knew?" she hissed. Boomer shuddered. He glanced at Butch, who was shaking his head.
"No?" the blue ruff tried. It didn't help. Bubbles whacked him across the head and stormed out. No one else moved. Eventually, someone said what everyone else was thinking:
"Blossom, Sonic and Superman were all murderers? We really do know how to pick them!"
But no one knew quite who.
Okay please review. Oh yes, I need your help. It you notice that over theses next few chapters I miss someone obvious who would have a valid opinion, please tell me. Thanks.
