Violet Tears and Devil Food 2

"Bubbles, please!" Blossom was pleading with her sister. In reponse she had to dodge a pencil being jammed through the keyhole.

"I said go away!" the blonde's voice was muffled with tears.

"If you need to talk, I'll be in the liabray," sighing, the redhead went downstairs to pace.

"She's always like this, it kills me," Buttercup groaned from the couch.

"I know, she's just so sensitive," the oldest of the trio sat beside her, squeezing her hand, "there's got to be away for her to let go of the past."

"Well, maybe if she met the guy who hit Bunny, she could let the anger go," the middle girl suggested, "let it go and get over it."

"You've seen her temper," the girl rubbed her brown eyes, "do you really want to do that to a poor man?"

"Anything for my baby sister," she replied.

Blossom was deep in thought over this. But she never made a choice, because seconds later the back door slammed and she was gone.

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Bubbles couldn't think straight now at all. It was week from so many years ago, the week she was always not, well, Bubbles. It was the week when Bunny was killed. Anger swelled in her chest and tears stung and blinded her. She blamed herself so much for it, but a part of her disagreed. It told her it was the driver's fault for not looking, but maybe he couldn't help it...

"Hey, I know you," a voice spoke, and she whirled around, alarmed and now jumping almost out of her skin. She knew this guy with the spicky yellow mullet and dangerous blue eyes, who didn't look so dangerous now.

"You did it," her fists clenched, "you killed her."

"I just came to town to say I'm sorry," he reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, "I never saw her though...that's why kiddies don't need to play in the streets."

"You could have looked up from that phone, though," her voice was cracking, "why didn't you see her? I know she was tall enough for you too."

"You got it right," he pulled out a Drode, "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

Rage overcame the eighth grader then. She grabbed the phone and slammed it down on a table, climbing up to stomp all over it. He gaped as she climbed down, pushing him to the ground with such power she'd never known in before.

"You're life just shortened by a few years. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon you'll see exactly how much power I can put into two fists," she was in his face, her eyes blazing.

"Kid, I..." he was petrified.

"Just get outta here," she threw him down, standing over him, "before I change my mind."

"Blondie, I..." he started, and she lost control.

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"I'm really sorry," tears were freely falling from her big blue eyes.

"Karma..." he decided, "it's my own fault."

She collasped ontop of him, sobbing into his chest, "I'm really sorry, Daddy."