Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait! I was kinda' busy. Anyway, here's Chapter 4. I hope you'll like it!

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The path to death

Chapter 4: Just the beginning

The red headed boy ran to the cafe. When he got inside he only saw the owner there. The man saw him and walked to him.

"Hello Dexter." He said. He looked like he had just got over a big shock.

"Hello sir." The boy answered. "What happened?"

"A dead body was found here. I called the police..." the man couldn't finish his sentence because he was cut off by Dexter.

"A body!" he almost screamed. He felt fear filling his body. What if it was Blossom's body?

"Yes. In the ladies' bathroom." The man answered. "It's a real tragedy..." again he was cut off.

"I'm going there. When the police show up tell them to wait 'till I get out!" he said starting to run towards the bathroom. "Please God, don't let it be her." He mentally prayed.

He got to the door and slammed it open. He stared in shock at what he saw. There, on the cold floor, was Blossom holding the body of a thin girl in her arms. From the position he had he couldn't see her face so he didn't know who she was. However, that was not one of his main worries at the moment.

There was blood everywhere. It looked like it had been some kind of massacre there. The thick, red liquid was covering the floor the walls and, most of all, the two girls that were in the middle of the room. He couldn't even imagine what had happened there. He was scared of finding out something horrible.

He stared at that image for several minutes. He wasn't sure if he was awake or if it was all just a dream. Blossom hadn't done anything since he came in. He remembered slamming the door so it was impossible that she hadn't heard him. Maybe that was because it wasn't real. He wasn't sure.

"Blossom?" he said in what was just above a whisper. He had to be sure.

This time she moved. She turned her head so she was facing him. He startled when he saw her. Her eyes were red from too much crying and her face was still wet from the tears that had fallen. Her clothes were covered in deep red blood. His eyes returned to hers. She had been crying so much. He could still see some remaining tears in her pink orbs. But what scared him the most was her look. She seemed so lost, so sad and so ruined. He took a step forward and made a big effort not to slip on the blood covered floor. He opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupted him.

"Close the door." She said in a weak voice. He turned around to see that even though he had slammed the door, it hadn't closed properly. He carefully walked to the door and closed it. The he turned to the red haired girl.

"Blossom, what happened here?" he asked the girl. She looked at him with that lost expression in her eyes. Then she turned to look at the girl in her lap. Dexter still couldn't see her. Silence filled the room one again. He moved his eyes from the two girls and examined the room. There was so much blood.

He had seen terrible things before, but nothing as bad as this. The scene looked like it had been ripped out of a horror movie.

"She was killed." Her voice broke the silence. His eyes turned to her in that moment. He wanted to ask who "she" was, but the girl answered his question before he could voice it.

"Someone killed my angel." She said, a tear rolling down her cheek.

In that moment he knew who was resting in Blossom's lap. It was Bell. The red head always called The White Puff "her angel". He wasn't sure what to think or to feel. He never liked the girl. In fact he was pretty sure that at one point he had hated her. But the idea of someone actually killing such a strong person scared him. "It must've been something very strong." He thought.

He moved a few steps so he could have a better look. Now he could see the white haired girl, though he wished he couldn't. Her thin body was covered in blood and her clothes were torn. The two wounds on her abdomen were visible and they looked even more horrible seen from such a small distance.

"She looks so much like one of us." The girl whispered, making Dexter snap out of his thoughts. The boy looked down at her.

Blossom was holding Bell's head in her lap. She was looking at the girl's face with so much love and care, but he could see sadness and pain too. He was sure that The White Puff's death had brought very much sorrow to the red head. He took a step forward. Blossom was stroking the other girl's hair. The once white hair was now almost red from the amount of blood that was covering it. The boy wondered how she could touch something like that without wearing any gloves or something else to protect her hands.

"You found her?" the boy suddenly asked. He wondered why he asked such a thing. Silence filled the room again and more than ten minutes passed before she talked. When she did, her voice was only a little above a whisper, but the girl sounded calmer than before.

"Yes." She said. "She was in the cabin when I found her. She was still alive, but she didn't last long. She went into convulsions. I tried to help her, but I couldn't do anything. It was too late." Two tears fell from her eyes on The White Puff's cheek. They seemed to wash away some of the blood on her face.

Dexter wanted to say something but he couldn't find anything to say. Maybe, if he had cared too for the dead girl, he would've known what to tell to The Pink Puff. But he never managed to understand why Blossom loved that girl so much and thought that anything he would say could make things worse. The red head was already very hurt by her friend's death and he didn't want to bring even more pain to her.

"She's so warm." Blossom whispered, almost smiling. The boy knew that gave her some kind of hope, but by the look of sadness that appeared on her face he realized that the illusion didn't last. He closed his eyes. The scene was horrible and he could even feel Blossom's pain. He knew that the two were friends and something told him that in the past months the White Puff had been the red head's only friend.

A silent sob made the boy open his eyes. The sight that met his eyes shocked him. Blossom was crying. Judging by the situation that they were in, this wouldn't have been something so surprising, but for Dexter it was. In all the years that he knew her, he hadn't seen her crying even once. The image was breaking his heart.

"Blossom..." he whispered taking a few steps towards her. He had seen some girls cry before. His sister, DeeDee, cried from time to time, he had seen his mother cry and he had watched some other girls crying, but none of them did it with so much art as Blossom did. Her tears didn't fall in waves like the others'. Hers were falling one by one, gracefully, on he pale cheeks. She wasn't loud like most of the other girls. She tried to suppress any sound and the few silent sobs that escaped her lips were enough to break anyone's heart. Her eyes were open and the tears made them look like two pools of pink. And those pools were fixed on The White Puff's fragile figure. Only in that moment Dexter could see how big her pain was.

"It was my fault" she whispered, more to herself that to the red headed boy.

"No, Blossom..." he started, but he was interrupted by the pink eyed girl.

"No! It's my fault! If I had got here earlier, if I hadn't been in such a shock and if I hadn't wasted so much time I could've save her!" she almost screamed, more tears gracefully falling down her cheeks. Despair had brought some color to her pale face.

"Blossom, that's not true..." He tried again, but, as last time, he was interrupted.

"Yes it is! Don't you see? If it wasn't for my hesitation, Bell would have still been alive!" she said in the same tone. "She would have still been here, with me." She whispered, pulling the lifeless body closer to her.

This time Dexter didn't say anything. He knew that if he tried, she wouldn't let him finish his idea. He slowly walked to her and kneeled beside her. She was still crying, but now she didn't make a sound. Only the tears were falling from her cheeks that had regained their paleness. It almost scared him.

He carefully leaned closer to the girl's body and warped his arms around her in an attempt to comfort her.

"Don't cry." He told her, caressing her arm. "Everything is over now." He didn't know why he had said that, but in that moment he would've done anything to make her feel better. For a second he thought he did it. She stood silent for a few moments.

However, after a couple of seconds she got free from Dexter's embrace, pushing him aside. She pulled Bell's, still warm, body in a tight hug. Her tears began to fall again and she let out a small sob. She closed her eyes to calm herself. Then, when she opened them, the tears had almost disappeared.

"You're wrong, Dexter. This is just the beginning." She whispered in a voice that could hardly be heard. "Just the beginning…"

Well, that's all for now. I hope you liked it.

I'll do my best to update the next chapter this week.

See ya' in Chapter 5!