The crowd was growing larger and larger, the nearby paramedics arrived, but is seemed obvious to everyone it was too late.
'I'm sorry...He's gone. He was crushed to death, died upon impact most likely.'
Blossom still stared at the contorted body, her limbs frozen in place and her mind almost blocking all the commotion around her. She could still hear the child crying, though, his screams pierced the wall she had inadvertently built.
'Miss Utonium' a policeman adressed her timidly.
'Huh?' she asked as if she were in a drunken haze.
'...Your attacker has left the premises. Your sister is still fighting the other one.'
' Of course.' she murmured.
She slowly raised herself above the crowd and could hear the rustling and chattering intensifying bellow her. She could see two green stripes in the distance, jerking rapidly like two flies caught in a jar. Blossom managed to drag herself closer in spite of the overwhelming weight she could feel dragging on her limbs.
As she drew closer, Blossom could see Buttercup as well as her counterpart soaked in blood, throwing furious punches at eachother. Her sister was yelling something incomprehensible at him, and his answer came in maniacal laughter.
When she reached them Buttercup had punched him into a nearby building, and Blossom took the opportunity to pin him down. Her sister then began a salve of hits to his stomach, each stronger than the last.
'WHY. WON'T. YOU.FUCKING. DIE. YOU. PIECE. OF. SHIT. I HATE YOU.'
The boy coughed blood, his body jerking with each hit. As she continued he started laughing.
'You stupid bitch. You know we can't die. '
Buttercup yelled and continued her assault, her sister still too shocked to bother to put reins on her. Eventually she paused, heaving over his beaten body.
Butch looked at her in disgust and spat some of his blood in her face.
'What a weak ass cunt you are. You could never take me down yourself, needed her help.' he motioned towards Blossom. 'Fucking pathetic.'
'AAAAAAARGH!' Buttercup's eyed widened in temporary insanity as she raised her fist to land another blow.
'Stop.' Blossom said coldly, finally awakening from her haze. 'It's pointless. We just need to take him with us.'
The green's fist stopped midway, her eye still twitching at him.
'Listening to mommy's orders, are we?' Butch said in a sing-song voice.
'Don't. let him provoke you' the red said firmly. 'Just help me get him to the ground. Don't lose him out of sight.'
Blossom held his arms behind her back while Buttercup managed to pin him in a headlock.
On the ground, the policemen surrounded them.
'Don't get too close, he's dangerous.' the red said, holding him tighter.
'We need to take him somewhere safe, we don't need anyone else to get hurt.' she muttered.
Butch's blodshot eyes tried to reach around to her.
'Say, my brother really did a number on you, eh?'
Blossom didn't answer. Buttercup looked around in the crowd.
'Shut your piehole.' she punched Buch in the mouth. 'What happened here?Where is that son of a bitch?'
'...We'll talk later.'
As they followed the cops, the redhead could feel countless pairs of eyes following their every step, burning into the back of her head.
'Just look ahead. Just...look ahead.'