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The path to death

Chapter 5: I promise

At the Utonium residence almost the entire family was home, relaxing in the living room.

The Professor was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. He was still the inventor that everyone knew, but now he had got a little old so he wasn't so active like he had been years ago. Some locks of white hair were now visible on his head. He was wearing his usual lab clothes and his reading glasses. He had grown to need them every time he wanted to read something. He raised his eyes from the article in the newspaper and looked at the two girls that were in the room.

Bubbles was sitting in an armchair carefully polishing her nails. She was wearing a baby blue tank top and a denim mini skirt. Her blonde hair was still in the usual pig tails, but it was longer now. She had become even more interested in how she looked than when she was little. She was very good looking even if she was a little skinny. The Professor shook his head. She never wanted to eat properly. She was a cheerleader now. But she never gave up drawing, even if her drawings were now more focused on herself, and she still loved little animals. She always went to see Courage, the little pink dog. "At least she isn't bringing him here to hide him in the closet" the Professor thought.

The man turned his eyes to his other daughter. Buttercup was lying on the floor, playing a video game. She was wearing a pair of blue worn jeans and a pale green T-shirt with the word "Warrior" and two crossed swords on it. The Professor smiled. His dark haired girl was still a tomboy. He had got used to her acting like a rebel, but he would never get used to the loud rock music that was playing from her room. She was still not a very brilliant student, but she was at least trying, so she got rather good grades in most the subjects. She still loved to fight. She had been training with Professor Jack for many years and she had become really good.

Buttercup felt someone watching her and turned around to see her father looking at her. She gave him a look that said "What did I do now?". The Professor struggled and turned back to his newspaper. She turned to her video game. She wasn't really concentrating, but she needed something to distract her attention. This morning she had been training with Samurai Jack. She had been going really well at first, but at one point she managed to slip and fall on top of him. She blushed at the memory. She still had a little cute crush on her teacher. She had never been proud of this, but she wasn't ashamed either. She just didn't know what to think of it, so she never tried.

The brunette's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door being slammed. She raised her eyes to see her red headed sister running upstairs at top speed. She thought that there was something weird about the red haired Puff but she couldn't say what. She ignored the weird smell that her nose had picked up.

"What's up with her?" the blonde asked.

"No idea." The green eyed girl answered, keeping her gaze on the stairs for a few more seconds and the getting back to her game.

The red head ran to her room. She got to the door and went in. She looked through her dorm. Everything was so tidy. Anyone could say that it was her room. None of her sisters ever kept their rooms in such order. Bubbles' room was always messy: drawings and clothes were scattered in every corner. Buttercup's room looked like a bomb had exploded inside: everything was thrown everywhere and you couldn't find anything, not even the floor. Only Buttercup could ever live in there.

The girl went to her desk and opened one of the drawers. She started looking through it. There were a lot of books there, mainly science books. She took out some of them knowing that the book she wanted was there. As she did this, memories came into her head.

Flashback

She stood there some more moments. She held her friend's lifeless body close to her. Bell's body was very hot and she wondered how this could be. The girl's body should've become colder long ago. But the girl's delicate form was so hot that it seemed like it had spent too much time in the sun. She ran her hand through her hair that was almost red from all the blood.

She felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to see that Dexter was still on the floor, looking at her. She could tell that he was a little hurt because of how she had acted. But at that moment she didn't have the time to think of this. She placed her friend's head in her lap and ripped a part of her own top. She turned to the boy that was looking at her with wide eyes. She ignored this.

"Here. Wet this." She told him handing him the white mattress that had blood all over it. He looked at her for a couple of moments without doing anything. Then he nodded and took it. He went to the sink. He got the water running and made sure to clean the mattress as well as he could, before he handed it to Blossom.

She took it and began wiping the blood off her friend's face. She wanted to clean her up at least a little bit.

"What do you think that happened?" she heard Dexter's voice.

"I'm not sure." She answered not even looking at him. For some minutes, silence filled the small room as Blossom wiped the blood on her friend's face and Dexter just felt weird.

"But I want to find out." She broke the silence. She looked at the boy who was looking back at her. "Can I use your lab?" she asked. He wondered why she had even asked. He was almost sure that she already knew his answer.

"Of course." He said getting a little closer to her. At the sound of those words, Blossom got up holding the other girl's body in her arms.

"OK I'll get her to your lab. I think I could find something useful if I examine her body." The girl said in a more confident tone.

The boy nodded. They got out the small bloody room.

End of flashback

She sighed as she remembered this. She found the book she was looking for. It was about all kind of poisons, how they were made and what effect they had. A shade of a smile appeared on her lips as she placed the book on her desk and took all the others that she had got out. She put them in their place and got up.

She looked at herself in the big mirror. She was a real mess. She was all covered in blood and her clothes were ripped. She looked like she had just got out of a big fight. She sighed and headed towards the bathroom.

She got her clothes off and stepped into the shower. She startled at the sensation she got when the hot water hit her skin. It was refreshing and painful at the same time. Refreshing, because she was getting all the dirt and the blood off her body. Painful, because it was Bell's blood and she felt like she was washing a part of Bell away from her. She sighed and shook her head.

She looked down and saw all the blood running down her body. Her pale skin contrasted a lot with the dark color of the red liquid. Seeing that made her remember the way she had found the white haired girl.

"She must've gone through so much pain..." She whispered to herself. She let the hot water hit her body as she watched the dark colored substance running off her. She wasn't really thinking about anything in that moment. Everything was replaying at top speed in her mind.

When blood stopped running off her body she raised her head and let the warm water hit her directly in the face. She could feel hot tears running down her cheeks along with the water. When she felt clean enough she stepped out of the shower.

She went to her room and dressed herself in a pair of black pants and a black, plain T-shirt. She felt that this way of dressing fitted the moment. Her best friend had died. It would be wrong to wear anything else than black.

She took a little knapsack where she put the book she got from her desk's drawer and some other books she took from one of her bookshelves.

After that she went out of her room. She had to tell her family where she was going. When she got downstairs she went into the living room where she found all three of them.

She remained at the door for a few moments. What should she tell them? That she had found her best friend killed in a bathroom? No way! She didn't want to hear Bubbles saying something like "Ha! It was about time!" or to watch the Professor getting all worried about her and trying to hide the fact that he was glad it happened. And Buttercup would just stare at her in a weird way and wouldn't talk to her for weeks because she didn't know what to say. And when she did talk to her she would get mad or she would act strange and make her feel really bad.

A part of her told her that they wouldn't do all those things, that they would understand and that they would be sorry for what had happened to Bell. She was putting all her hope in what her heart was telling her, but she wanted to postpone the event as much as she could. She wouldn't tell them.

Buttercup looked up at her and saw the bag.

"Where are you going?" she asked her sister.

Bubbles looked up too and when she saw her black clothing she smirked. "To a funeral?" she said, looking at her sister with a little twinkle in her eyes.

Blossom glared at the blonde. Then she looked at the Professor who was now looking back at her. "Professor, I'm going at Dexter's. We need to finish something." She said not moving her eyes from her father.

Bubbles, who still had the smirk on her face, threw her a weird look. Buttercup just looked bored. "The first day of the summer vacation and you're already working?" the brunette asked. "Take a break Bloss." She rolled her eyes turning back to her video game.

"Yeah, Blossom. Don't you think it's a little too soon for this?" Bubbles asked looking at her sister with an accusing look on her face and with the smirk on her lips. The red head threw her a glare.

"What are you going to do there?" the Professor asked his daughter as she was making her way out the room.

She stopped on her way and turned around. She wanted to make up something about a scientific project, but when she saw the smirk on her blonde sister's lips she decided not to.

"Watch the news tomorrow and you'll see." She answered and then went out of the room. She was sure that the event was going to be announced the next day. When Dexter and she got out of the cafe's bathroom the police was there. The boy had told them what had happened, missing some of the details. She had refused to let them take her friend's body saying that she could do a much better job that they could ever dream of doing. After that, they got to Dexter's lab and she left Bell there after she had made the boy promise that he wouldn't touch her friend. Then she went home to take some of her books that she thought that would be useful.

She got out the house and looked at the cloudy sky. The sun was setting. She never realized how time had passed. She took out her locket and looked at it. Inside there was a picture of her and Bell smiling widely. She looked at the picture for some time.

"I'll find who did this to you, Bell." She whispered to the image. "I promise!"

That was Chapter 5. I hope you enjoyed it.

I'm not very sure when I'll update the next chapter, but it shouldn't take me to long to do it.

See ya' in the next chapter!