"Are you sure we have to leave now?" The same magenta-shaded monster girl from before asked worriedly. "What if our parents come back and we're not there? I really think we should stay and try to look for them first..."
Blossom knew that wasn't an option and she hated having to be blunt. "We can't." She said softly, fighting not to show the child her guilt-ridden tears. "It isn't safe for you here." She bit down on her quivering lip, trying to keep the cracks firmly out of her voice. "Do you understand, sweetie?"
The child looked unhappy but she finally nodded her head. She didn't like doing things this way but this was apparently how things had to be. "Yes." She said. "I trust you."
With that, the Powerpuff leader reached her arms out to carefully pick up the child, making sure that she didn't get hurt on any sharp bits of glass or debris. She could barely look her in the eyes as she did this, nor could she with the pink monster octopus she also claimed into her possession.
"Buttercup, can you take this one?" Blossom requested, coughing to cover up the break that would otherwise be plainly audible in her voice. She was gesturing silently to the murky green pterodactyl who looked just as shy and uncertain as the rest of the children.
"Y... Yeah Bloss." Buttercup replied, gently picking up the winged reptile to hold him carefully in her own arms. "It's okay," She said softly as she did this, knowing that she probably had a reputation as the scariest Powerpuff Girl of them all when it came to how she dealt with monsters. She got to be paired up with the mostly black, green-bellied monster child too with the sharp horn atop his head.
That left Bubbles with the little orange cyclops, the blonde Powerpuff Girl hugging the child close to her like she would a normal human child. Shockingly enough, the boy returned the gesture, clinging to her just as strongly in the absence of anybody else to cling to... like his parents.
"Let's go." Blossom said, turning to leave the wreckage. "Do you promise not to look?" She whispered into her little charge's ears.
They both nodded their heads. "We won't."
Just for extra insurance though, she gently pressed their heads down into her shoulder, preventing such a thing from happening even out of mere curiosity. Her sisters were all on the same page too. No matter what happened, these kids could not see any details of the brutal carnage outside. It was sure to destroy them.
The girls began to ascend into the air then, making sure they had a firm hold on whoever they were carrying. The kids likewise clutched on tighter to the girls with whatever appendages they had to make sure they didn't lose their grip. The first thing that assaulted them from the outside was the smell. The stench of copper and oddly... of death.
"It doesn't smell good..." The little black monster with pincers said, curling his nose in distaste. He was a tiny predator so the smell of blood wasn't anything new to him, but this smelled... wrong somehow. Familiar, in an uncomfortable way.
While Buttercup held him tighter, Blossom gave him verbal reassurance. "I know. We're almost outta here." She promised, looking back to make sure Buttercup was covering his eyes. She was, so Blossom relaxed a little. Even she had to wince at the damage done to the city though. It looked like they were flying over a war-torn country or a city ripped to pieces by a natural disaster due to the might of five monsters attacking here.
While she was taking all the devastation in, she didn't notice the little octopus raising his eyes just slightly from his place over Blossom's shoulder. They only raised fractionally, but it was a fraction enough for the mutated sea creature to get a glimpse of something absolutely horrifying.
His mother - or rather what was left of her - in a pile of pink, mostly gelatinous goo across the entire cityscape, some of her tentacles being removed right off of her body, exposing the raw, bloody red meat and bone left behind.
A bloodcurdling scream left the child's lips. Blossom nearly dropped him at this harsh, shrill sound blaring right in her ear and she whipped her head around in shock, gasping at what she had carelessly allowed him to see. Pools of blood, severed limbs, open fractures with visible bones sticking out of skin, torn appendages and ruptured eyeballs... all of it belonging to monsters.
"D-Don't look at that!" Blossom urged, trying to hold her own charge tighter, but it was a bit too late to censor this carnage from him. She tried to lay his head back down on her shoulder but he wasn't really having it.
He let out a long, loud howl. "MOMMY!"
"S-Shh..." Blossom said, trying to hold him in her arms like a baby in an attempt to be comforting but now he treated her touch (understandably) like poison. He started fighting to be let free and even though she at first had an iron grip on him, he made her loosen it when he sunk his sharp little teeth from his sideways mouth into her shoulder.
It was enough to make Blossom let out a sharp cry of pain even if it wasn't enough to break her bulletproof skin and she opened her arms enough for the child to start a free fall into the pavement.
"NO!" Blossom flew down in a streak of pink to try to save him before the moment of impact, only being able to get a hold of one of his tentacles before that too ripped itself off of his body. Blossom let out a shriek of dismay when the sinewy, flexible appendage broke off in her hand, but the child only expressed a bit of pain in hitting his face on the asphalt of the street.
He hardly even seemed to notice his amputated limb and would in fact grow a new one in due time. The pain he felt in his heart was much stronger than the pain he felt in his body and he began crawling towards his slain mother with an awful desperation. As soon as he reached her, the small octopus threw himself over her body, hardly even caring that he was getting himself covered in her blood. Not the red liquid of a human but the blue liquid of a monster. Her body was still warm enough for him to want to curl up next to her and pretend that he was simply being embraced, even with the stench of death assaulting his senses.
"Mommy...?" He asked brokenly one last time, futilely trying to shake her awake.
Blossom wrapped her arms around him, now openly weeping herself. "I'm sorry!" She said. "I'm sorry! Please, we have to go..."
The boy didn't hear her apology and he barely registered her pulling him away from his mother's body, gathering the now blood-drenched boy in her arms again. By this point he was too numb to resist. Now he was nothing more than a lifeless shell, hardly reacting to any other stimuli around him.