Bubbles had found them both collapsed side-by-side in a pool of blood. She panicked and touched her sister's forehead.

'Buttercup! she yelled. 'Please! Please be ok! ' the younger sister yelled.

Buttercup lazily opened her eyes, raised a finger and winked at her.

'Watch out...she spat, coughing some blood. 'There's one more..'

Bubbles looked around, distraught, feeling her stomach clenched in fear.

Behind a nearby car she could see a blonde boy watching them.

They locked eyes and Bubbles defensively embraced her sister.

'Calm down, I don't want to attack you.'

Bubbles looked puzzled.

'They're both nearly dead... somebody has to get them home.' he said, flying towards her. 'We're the only ones left standing.' the blonde smiled sadly.

Bubbles' eyes softened.

'Yeah, you're right... Thanks.'

Boomer placed his arms under Butch's body and gently raised him.

'See you around.' he said before taking off.

'What happened?' Buttercup asked, her voice hoarse and cracked.

' ...He just grabbed his brother and left, I guess.' the blonde said as she lifted her sister from the pool of blood.

'What? BC croaked. Just like that?'

'He was...kind.'

Buttercup tried to laugh, but only managed to choke instead. 'That's rich.'

Blossom arrived while Buttercup was already laying on a bed in the professor's lab. Chemical X was already doing its magic, her shallow wounds had disappeared already, the deeper gashes starting to close.

'This is nothing. You shoulda seen the other guy.' she grinned. 'Did you lose the other one? You're barely scratched.'

Blossom seemed distant, her gaze clouded.

'Uh, yeah... he lost my trail.' The redhead gave her sister a pained smile.

'Thank you for this, Buttercup.'

'No problem, I owed you one. Besides, it was fun.' she said, folding her arms behind her head. 'The most fun I've had in a long time.'

'We're back to the daily grind, she grinned. Just like the good old days.'

'Is this all my fault? Did all of this start because he's trying to get to me?'

'And he found out about Alex... I really hope he isn't hurt. He might have harmed him judging by how sociopathic he sounded when talking about normal people.'

Blossom could remember how his touch turned her into a quivering mess.

'Why, you idiot, why? Get your act together before something stupid happens.'

But what could happen? she wondered, and could feel warmth building up in her core. 'Why is this even crossing your mind? Are you insane?'

'You could do it with him, he said so himself.' a voice inside her answered.

A familiar knot formed in her stomach, and she felt revulsed for entertaining the idea.

'You really are such a cliche, aren't you? Getting all hot and bothered as soon as a messed up guy gives you the smallest sliver of attention. You're pathetic.'

The night flew by as Blossom struggled with her own thoughts. She could feel the conflict escalating inside her as the days passed, and the redhead felt as if she was stuck in a vortex.

Everything else that happened around her seemed pointless and inane, and she could only focus on a certain redhead's intentions.