Where are you, sister? 3
Nobody's P. O. V
When Blossom was done being sick, she wiped her face with a leaf and dragged herself to the abductor. He gripped her arm, and it was all she could do to not scream and run.
But she was weak and dizzy, so she, on shaking knees, went along as the figure dragged her to the door. She imagined all types of horrible things: Chainsaws, skeletons, blood... The figure opened the door and Blossom gulped. She would never forget what she saw in that room.
Blossom's P. O. V
I couldn't believe it. I simply couldn't believe it. It looked like a normal, cozy, friendly house! (Gasp!) It was all warm and cozy and brightly colored and very well displayed. If that guy wasn't cutting off my blood flow and I wasn't kidnaped, it might have been nice.
He closed the door without a sound and rushed into the house, gripping me so tight, my arm was blue. I guess I was supposed to rush with him, but he went so fast, I was dragged across the ground. We went into a closet and he locked us in. I felt sick again, but he wrapped tape around my mouth and tied my arms behind my back and my legs together. He then put me in a big box and shut the lid.
I didn't sleep at all. After a long, long time, the lid opened and the figure picked me up and laid me on the floor. He then untied my legs and arms. I was frozen with fear by now, and I was scared to death on what he was going to do. I thought to my family and what they would do.
Professor would be fighting, and Buttercup would have been long gone. Bubbles would be praying that this meant she was free, but I knew better. I was so right. But he did something that took me my surprise. He stood me up, then took my bow, flattened it, adjusted it, then stuck out, flat, on my head. He wrote on a little card, put it in my hand, then put me in a wrapped box.
He stuck a needle in my arm, and I got knocked out just as he ripped off my tape.
When I woke up, I heard talking. A guys voice said, "Honey, I got you something great." "O...what is it?" a lady asked. "It's a surprise. Here it is!" the man said. I felt the box move around me. Just then, the lid opened. A lady screamed in joy.
"Oh my goodness! You...you...you got me a daughter!" she cried. She had blonde hair to her butt , blue eyes, and was young and spunky. Now that I've given you a brief description, let's get on with it.
Daughter? I'm Professor's daughter! And what does she mean 'Got me a daughter?' These thoughts swirled in my mind as the lady squealed and bounced. "Rick, thank you!" she screamed, hugging the figure. He grabbed his head and pulled. Turns out, it was a mask. His entire blackness was a suit.
My attacker was a guy named Rick, I learned. He had a sharp brunette mustache, matching wavy hair, green eyes, and was buff. None the less, I was confused and scared and my eyes felt wide. "Hello, honey," the lady said, picking me up. "I'm glad you like it, Lily," Rick said. Lily, huh? It's not menacing to you all, but that is a name that will haunt me forever.
"Wow, she looks so different," Lily said, looking at me over. "She's a very special little girl," Rick told her. He held out a paper that said at the top in bold letters: Bio of a daughter. Long story short, it was telling her that I had super-powers, I was good, I was smart, and that I was created, not born.
After reading it, Lily hugged me tight, and I moaned quietly. This was so weird. "Show what you can do! Show me!" she begged me, clutching me. I was pondering this when she yelled, "Oh my gosh! What's your name?" (Her voice was so...so filled with tropical, with 'like' and ye-ah')
She might have meant me to float, but when she asked my name, she let go of me and I fell onto the floor. "Oops," she cried, picking me up quickly and sitting me on the couch beside her. She leaned back on the opposite armrest and said, "Well?" "Uh...uh..." I muttered. I was terrified.
"Spit it out!" Rick said, annoyed. "Blossom," I said finally. "Blossom? That's a stupid name," Lily said. I was to scared to object. "I'm going to call you Pinky," she decided. Pinky? That's a stupid name, my friends. I was sweating and shaky, so I kept my mouth sealed.
"Show me what you can do! Show me what you can do!" Lily squealed, bouncing. "Uh..." I said, confused. "Your powers, dumbo," Rick hissed so low, only I could hear it. I breathed in, then flew up. I swear, Lily must have jumped 7 feet in the air. "Show me more!" she said, sparkles in her eyes.
I considered making a break for it, but decided to just show her what I could do, considering Rick probably had a gun. When I was done, Lily said, "That was cool, but what's the point of powers? I want a normal girl, not a freak! She looks so...stupid and weird." She turned to Rick, her face red and tears in her eyes.
"You got me a trashy daughter! I don't want a trashy daughter!" she screamed, throwing a huge fit, throwing pillows, screaming, and banging her fists on the floor. "Now, now, honey. I'll fix her," Rick assured, grabbing me and rushing me off.
You won't believe this, but he had a lab like the Professor. He stood me on a counter and started to invent something. He knew I wasn't going to go anywhere, and he was right. I was just as terrified as a normal girl, or rather, just like Bubbles.
After about an hour, Rick turned to me and slammed a wide glass sphere with a top but no bottom over me. A small hole was on the side, and a ray was pointed at me. Rick put a top on, then pressed a button.
I felt the sharpest stinging from my side that I ever imagined. I was blinded by the pain, and I heard laughing that was cold. I felt my energy leaving and my body burning and tightening as I screamed. But my screams were silent from all the pain, and my mouth was formed into a thin line. When the pain was over, my entire world was dark.