Chapter Eight
When Blossom started to walk home, her mind was numb to her surrounding, if she didn't walk home more than a hundred times before, she might have not noticed if she was going the wrong way.
Blossom went through the door with as much enthusiasm as a rock. Her sisters immediately sensed the negative energy of Blossom. For once Blossom didn't pay any mind to them and continued up the stairs with not even a second glance.
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After Blossom finished her shower, she wiped the mirror with her hand; staring back was a different girl. Blossom studied her face, scrutinizing the eyes and expression. She thought on the way she used to carry herself: without fear. Confidence would be her shadow, following her throughout the day. ..
'Why was she like this now? She thought. Obstacles and villains would constantly try to stop her, trying to find a weak spot in her armor. Why now? The mask that contorted her face with worry vanished, replaced with a determined ferocity to win this war..
Blossom found her sisters in the living room, calmly watching tv. (After she got dressed of course) A new electricity shot through the room with Blossom's entrance. A ready expression crossed Blossom's face, followed by resembling attitudes from her sisters. They were ready to fight, and nothing was going to stop them..
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"We have to come up with a plan." Blossom stated with authority. The electricity was contagious, infecting the girls with energy. Buttercup was impatient with this idea.
"Why don't we just find them, and then bash their heads in!" Buttercup blurted out with a war-hungry attitude.
"Because that worked so well last time." Blossom shot back. Buttercup opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it, and shut it. A slow, awkward silence passed tension thick.
"So what's the first step?" Bubbles nervously asked. A stern look crossed Blossom's face, contorting her features with thought.
"We need a safe place to hide, so I can think properly." Blossom said, insecurity scratching at the back of her mind. Her sisters nodded solemnly in unison.
"Even though we don't know where they are now, we have to suspect that they are watching us." Another nod.
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In the middle of the night, when the town was asleep, the crept out of their house, leaving a note for the Professor. Shrouded in dark clothes, they flew up in the night sky, silently and quickly as possible.
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Blossom silently flew up next to her sisters, talking in a whisper that could be barely audible in the wind.
"Do you hear something?" Blossom said. Besides the whishing in their ears from the wind, they didn't hear of something out of the ordinary in the night.
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They ended up at a lone building surrounded by meadows of long grass, chirping crickets in their stalks. The three girls walked, noting the obvious decay and partial ruin of the building. A solo light bulb hung in the center of the main room. With a small klick, the room bloomed in a dim light.
"Blossom.." Bubbles started, but Blossom already knew what she was thinking. Together they slept on a measly cot in the corner of the room. They use to come here when they were little, playing without fear of being seen, now serving a new purpose. A few of Bubbles' drawing were taped to the wall, some of Blossom's old magazines within a neat stack at a corner; Buttercups fighting books strewn all over. With little fussing, the girls were in a dreamless sleep.
A/N
'I hope this update wasn't too late for you, school started for me last Tuesday and it's been pretty overwhelming. I'll try to not make excuses.. Thanks for reading, please review!
ps, sorry if this chapter is too short for you, atleast I'm trying, and updating...'