A/N: OMG, so sorry I haven't updated in a while! It's just I've been crazy busy with my new story, school, after school activities, ect. So with that said, here's another story!

Story 7: What if the girls didn't 'lose' their powers in "A Twist in the Tail", but killed Denman and her crew instead?

(Suggestion by Marril96)

Rikki POV

I don't cry. My name is Rikki Chadwick, your average fiery tomboy, wasn't a wimp, and certainly did not cry. But why did I feel like it at that moment?

"I guess it really is over," I whispered, holding in those tears. I shuffled my feet in the gritty sand in front of the moon pool, and stared at the majestic waters in front of me. It looked glorious. If I didn't have any common sense right then, I would have gladly taken a dip in the pool. I sighed, and watched as the moon started to shadow over the top of the moon pool, illuminating the pool. I smiled, remembering when we first became mermaids—the bubbling reminded me of that great night.

It wasn't time yet; the moon was just simply hanging over top of the moon pool. The eclipse hadn't started yet; oh no, that was the grand finale. The only thing we could do was stand here and wait, which hurt the most.

How could it all be over? It had barley started! Not even a year ago had the magic started, and now we were so careless and thoughtless as to get this close to danger. Now, we would pay the price.

Suddenly, the moon pool began to froth rapidly, and we all looked at each other curiously. Wasn't the eclipse supposed to do that? I glanced up at the top. No, it still hadn't come yet. We were losing time. We had to hurry.

To our worry, a small blonde head popped out of the moon pool, all smiles. I gulped; what was Denman doing here? This wasn't part of our plan! She looked strong and fearless, but there was something else I sensed mixed in there too. Was it...fright? Terror? No, it couldn't be.

Also to our discourage, two male figures popped out of the water too, all wearing the same kind of wet suit as Denman. They pulled themselves out of the moon pool. The two assistants of Denman took place, one on each of our sides, as if to corner and intimidate us. We were surrounded, one of them for each of us. Which was better, giving up our powers forever or being locked in a cage with powers forever?

"Stay where you are," viciously ordered Denman, but we didn't obey.

"Think you scare us?" Cleo said in an intimidating voice, and for once I was surprised. Since when did Cleo have a hidden dark and fearless side? Because right now, I was feeling pretty scared. And that was strange. Maybe our personalities switched for a while.

Cleo clawed her hand to the moon pool, mentally telling it to snake up and obey her. A thick water tentacle danced out of the moon pool, and with a grunt, Cleo forced her hand to boldly shoot towards one of Denman's wicked assistants. The tentacle obeyed its creator, and shot towards the doctor, knocking him to off his feet and landing with a sickening thud on the sandy ground. After that was over, and the only thing left in that area was an unmoving sidekick and wet sand, I stared. Why wasn't he getting back up to fight? Weren't they stronger than that?

Cleo put down her hand, and I forced myself to look away, convincing myself that what I saw was just an unconscious man. I just didn't want to see this. Just in case it was what I thought it was.

Seeing the man and how powerful Cleo was, the other assistant stumbled towards us, arms outstretched, trying to capture us in his claws.

Emma jumped into action then, and simply held out her hand and froze his wetsuit around him. I inwardly cringed at the sight of him struggling in his suit. He eventually fell backwards onto the sand, unmoving, just like the first guy. I couldn't believe my eyes, but they were speaking the truth.

Two down, one to go, I could basically hear ring in all of our minds, the evil sides, the sides that wanted revenge. We turned to see Denman, cornered, and looking helpless. It was fun to watch her for the first time look stranded and looking at our work in awe, like we were the most interesting creatures ever.

Suddenly, all of my fear of her washed away. Now, it was the other way around. She feared us, and we were in charge now. It felt good to be powerful, and it made me feel good. I knew I didn't want to switch spots with Denman again; oh no, not when I found out how fun it was to watch her squirm under our cold and evil glances.

We all put up and out our hands, each in a different position—Cleo's in a claw, Emma's as a 'stop' position, and my fingers curling towards the center of my palm.

"Stop!" she cried in horror. "Please! We can work together! Give me another chance, I'm begging you."

"It's too late," I said in a threatening voice. Cleo and Emma agreed simultaneously; they didn't say anything, but I could feel it.

I heard a noise then. A loud one, too. The girls and I turned to see the moon pool bubbling frantically. The eclipse was just overhead, and I knew if we didn't jump in now, it'd be too late. We all looked at each other, waiting for one of us to make a move or do something, but we never did.

The moon pool eventually stopped bubbling, and returned to its calm and peaceful phase. We once again returned our stares on each other, and realized the horrible truth: we'd given up the opportunity to give up our powers and not risk becoming a freak show; now we were left in the wrath of Dr. Denman. We had to fix that. We knew what we had to do.

Emma, Cleo and I turned back to Denman, who looked pretty shaken up about all this. I didn't blame her. She had recently found out that mermaids existed, just found out how powerful our abilities were, and watched it firsthand. Now she just saw a work of magic happen. Seriously, a lot to take in!

We all raised our hands to Denman, where she looked at us, frightened like a scared rabbit. Funny, I'd always pictured her stronger than this, now she was weak and fragile. Perfect for us, not so good for her.

Cleo twisted her hand one way, and then the other, concentrating hard, her eyes narrowed. Denman clutched herself in agony, trying to rid the pain that was coursing throughout her.

I didn't want her to have all the fun, so I started curling my hand in a ball towards Denman. I thought about stopping for the sake of herself when she fell to her knees in pain, but then my mind was clouded with how many horrible things she did to us in the past, and I just clenched harder and more accurate.

I felt Emma join in too, freezing Denman so she felt a freezer burn and a regular burn in herself at the same time, not to mention her blood twisting this way and that, jerking her into hysterics.

She was yelling for us to stop now, and it almost made me stop forever when I realized how heartless what we were doing to her was. But this was the price she had to pay; this was her decision. She knew it'd come back to bite her one day, she just was not expecting it to be now.

Denman fell to her side, clutching herself in torture, having mini spasms on the ground from what Cleo was doing. Some parts of her skin were patches of blue from cold and some red from the intense burning.

Suddenly, I don't think she could take it anymore. She stopped jerking, stopped yelling, and just went limp. I went into shock when I felt her heart just stop altogether.

We all stood in awe, staring at the now dead Denman, sprawled on her side, her eyes drooping. She was beginning to adopt that 'dead' look on her face, and her skin was turning a bit gray and cold, but there were still visible red and blue marks across her skin.

It all came to me then. What were we to do now? We certainly couldn't leave them here. What if someone suspected it was us that did this? They would send police after us! We have to run away, run away to somewhere safe and no one would suspect who and what we were.

"Come on," Emma said coldly and dryly. "There are more on the boat."

I looked at her anxiously. Denman's boat? We were going to Denman's boat? We were going to...kill...the rest of Denman's crew? I looked over to see what Cleo thought of the whole situation, but she was just nodding in agreement. How could she be so calm about all this when I was mentally freaking out?

I tilted my chin up to the moon pool overhead. The full moon was already passed it, but it was still sort of visible through the top. I then realized something weird: I was staring at the full moon, and yet I wasn't moonstruck. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that there was an eclipse.

I turned to Emma and Cleo, and saw that they were looking up at the moon, too, just with different expressions. Different from mine, theirs was a mix of excitement and seriousness. I gaped as they looked away, and Emma said hardly, "Let's go," and led Cleo out of the moon pool by flawlessly diving into the pool.

I reluctantly followed, thinking the whole way. How come they looked like they were in a trance when looking at the moon? And I was so calm? And how could they have killed Denman's crew so easily, without any regret?

Then it hit me: they were moonstruck. The real Cleo and Emma would never do that in real life, they'd much rather give up their powers. But why hadn't I been moonstruck? I looked at the moon. Whatever it was, I had some sort of moon block on eclipses I guessed. Even so, I would have to explain what had happened to Emma and Cleo that night. All I knew was, we were in serious trouble.

A/N: Once again, so sorry for the late update! Hoped you liked it! Review please, hoping to update more often :)