TW: this chapter has quite a bit of violence in it, so if you know you're squeamish ,skip the latter half of the chapter.

Would appreciate some feedback! Where do you think the story is going?

'He's entirely right. I'm disgusting. A hypocrite.''Why did I do it, did any part of me expect this to end right?'

'She could remember how it felt to have him inside her, she was still sore. Blossom could only feel waves of arousal at the thought.

'Rotten to the core, he's right.'

She made her way back home and sneaked in, it was morning already; she could head Bubbles busying herself in the kitchen.

Blossom crawled into bed, hoping nobody had noticed. Soon she heard taps on her door and saw Bubbles head in the doorframe.

'Hey, good morning. I thought I heard you waking up..Want some breakfast?'

'No, Bubbles, I'm fine, I'll get some myself later.'

'...um, are you ok? You look pretty bad.'

Blossom was ready to protest, when the blonde gave her an understanding look and said:

' I told you before, you can tell me anything.

Blossom could feel her eyes welling up.

'Actually, Bubbles, I'm not fine. I'm not fine at all.'

Bubbles joined her on the bed and caressed her back.

'Shh...'

'Is this because of Brick?' Bubbles said sheepishly.

Blossom was stunned, she turned her gaze in horror towards Bubbles who seemed as calm as ever.

'Wh-what do you mean?'

'I know something's been happening between the two of you. Even before the whole Buttercup ordeal. I'm not sure what BC knows anyway, you know how she is.'

'How?'

'I saw him coming one night to you. You seemed...close.'

'Why didn't you tell me anything?'

'I was hoping you would at some point.'

'I'm sorry, Bubbles...I couldn't. It's so very wrong.' Blossom's tears mixed with snot, she attempted to grab the box of tissues nearby.

'You know I don't judge... What happened, Blossom? Can you tell me now?'

'I-I'm a hypocrite, Bubbles.' 'I should be fighting him, trying to destroy him at all costs...' she dropped her gaze to the ground. 'I slept with him tonight.'

'Oh, I see.'

Nobody said anything for a while, Bubbles kept running her fingers across her back reassuringly.

'What do you want to do now?'

Blossom laughed darkly:

'What kind of question is that? How about 'are you insane?''

Bubbles rubbed her hands together and smiled:

'You know I wouldn't ask you that.'

Blossom wiped the remaining tears off her cheeks, her countenance changing.

'I don't know what to do, Bubbles. He called me a hypocrite because I slept with him yet I don't want to be his partner. He was livid. I feel like whatever choice I do make the outcome is going to be bad. There's no winning.'

'I don't know what to tell you...do you think we should maybe ask the professor, Blossom?'

The redhead retched at the suggestion and shook her head in dismay:

'NO! No! no!'

She was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing. Her heart sank. 'What if..?'

Bubbles rushed to answer, her face was drained of color as the conversation progressed.

'It's Brick. He's on campus with his brothers.'

'oh, god, oh no, please no.'

'He's holding hostages again and asking for you.'

'He's saying he will kill everyone on campus if you don't come.'

'We need to go.' Bubbles muttered to herself. She then grabbed her sister's face between her palms:

' We need to go now. You're Blossom Utonium, my big sister. Get it together. I'll get Buttercup.'

Somehow, in a haze, Blossom picked herself up and the three of them arrived at the campus.

They could see from afar that Brick was hovering above everyone, holding someone in his hand. On his right Boomer and Butch held maybe 10 people each, a crowd in each of their arms, swaying in the wind.

When they got close enough, Blossom could tell who was in Brick's grasp. It was Alex and he seemed terrified, begging for his life.

The crowds dangling from the other brothers' feet and arms was yelling in despair, men, women and children alike. If any of them slipped, they were looking at 500 feet of freefalling.

Police and press alike was gathered on the ground, watching, waiting.

'Hey, Red, you're here. Didn't know you were coming.' his skin had mostly healed, with the exception of a few raw patches on his face. This made his eyes more proeminent than ever, shining red with malicious glee.

'If I knew you'd come, I might have worn fresh clothes. These ones still smell of you.' he said, taking a whiff at his t shirt.

'What THE. FUCK. is he saying, Blossom?' Buttercup roared.

He dismissed her with a hand gesture:

'Talking shit as usual, don't worry.'

'YOU BASTARD. I'LL KILL YOU.'

'Ntz, ntz. Nobody's dying today, well, maybe someone is.' he motioned towards Alex.

'PLEASE, NO! My family is rich, they'll give you everything you ask. Everything!'

Brick gave him a quizzical look:

'You... think I want money. What could I possibly want to do with money? Do you even see what I'm doing right now?'

'Please, please! I will do anything you want!' he wailed, his very expensive shirt getting soaked with tears.

'Pathetic. Weak. I'd be ashamed if I were you.' he motioned towards Blossom.

'Hey, Brick, how long do you think this is gonna take? My ears hurt from their damn screeching!' Butch chimed in. 'Hey, gorgeous.' he mimicked a kiss towards Buttercup.

'Anytime now.' He grabbed Alex by the neck like he was a baby kitten.

'You're gonna watch this. If you do anything my brothers will kill the others. You can't look away. I told you that hypocrisy doesn't go unpunished.'

'Brick, NO...'

SNAP! and a yell. Fresh blood was flowing out of Alex's right forearm.

SNAP! Blood now was squirting from a fracture on his left leg.

SNAP!

SNAP! 'OH, GOD, NO, PLEASE NO MORE!'

SNAP!

Brick's face was now splattered, his devilish eyes being now complimented by a perverse ear-to-ear smile.

'BRICK ...!'

SNAP! Bones were now protruding from each limb, their jagged ends pierceing the skin.

'You're forgetting who I am, Red.'

SNAP! Finally, he crushed his neck, let his limp body collapse and flew away.

As soon as his brother left, Butch shook the people off like a wet dog and flew away unbothered. Bubbles and Buttercup went after the scattered people. This left Boomer with Blossom, looking at eachother in confusion.

'I don't want to kill them, I'll take them myself to the ground. Just promise you'll let me go.'

Blossom nodded, still in shock.

'Are you ok?' He asked as they carefully flew downwards.

'I don't know what you did to him, but I've never seen him so pissed. He's never gone so far as to torture someone until now, that's Butch's domain.

Blossom could only nod.

'I'm sorry it had to be like this. He gets these fixed ideas and...' Boomer bowed his head.

'Can you help?' her voice sounded empty.

'You're reading me wrong, I'm not your friend. I just... don't like all of this.'

He left the crowd safely on the grass, and soon BC and Bubbles joined them.

'She promised you'll let me go if I landed everyone safely.' he pointed at Blossom, and she bowed her head in agreement.

'Hey, Bubbles.' he added, innocently grinning at the blonde.

'Stay safe until next time.' he waved and then dashed off.