Hi everyone! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update! I can't believe myself! I think I never had such a long absence! And don't ask what the Hell I've been doing 'cause I have no idea! Aside from school I've just been wasting my time! Shame on me! I know!

At least I got this chapter done. It's not much, but I still have to go through some things before I get to the interesting part. I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!

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The path to death

Chapter 9: Last tear

Blossom landed in front of her house. She stared at the white building, not even trying to put some order in the chaos that ruled in her mind. She couldn't even remember how she got back home.

She recalled her talk with Dr. X. She frowned, but in the same time she almost smiled. She had won that little battle and she was sure that the man knew that too. And he didn't like it. He was probably confused and furious. This time she smiled. She had always hated the guy for trying to use Bell.

It had almost been a delight to see him so desperate that he had lost his weapon and that his plans were ruined. He was like a child that had had his toy taken away from him, for good, and now he wanted to punish the one that did it. And anyone else who got in his way.

But he first had to find him. She smirked. He was going to try and find whoever killed her angel. "The little kid wants revenge for loosing his toy" she thought out loud her smirk still on her lips. Bell had always told her that it was rather easy to play with his mind… he tried to hide it but almost everyone that knew him, was aware of the fact that he was very short tempered.

Her face became serious again. She turned her head to the house. Everything looked so normal. She wondered how that could be. They probably already knew the news.

But then again why would they care? It was not like something important for them happened. No… of course not. It was nothing that could make them change their perfect lives in any way.

She looked away clutching her fists. She was angry… angry at them… at her… at life… at everything. She barely stopped herself from screaming in frustration.

She turned her head towards the white building. Did she want to go in there? She closed her eyes like that would shield her from all the problems. But it didn't work… of course it didn't. With her eyes closed she could see the body of her friend, back in the cafe's small bathroom, lying in her own blood.

Pink eyes shoot open that instant. The cold blood that she had used in the chat with Dr. X was now all gone. She couldn't bear to remember all that. She wanted to cry but her tears refused to appear and blur the imagines in her brain.

She fell on her knees, not being able to stand anymore. Her heart hurt, her brain was screaming at her something unintelligible. She hit the ground with her fist leaving a hole in the gray pavement. She looked at her hand. It didn't hurt. But she wanted it to.

She gritted her teeth, hitting the ground harder. It still didn't hurt. She let out a short cry of frustration. Short fragments of her childhood popped up in her mind: the Professor comforting her, herself holding her sisters or them talking. She needed this. She needed it more than ever.

Without even thinking, she got off the hard pavement and ran towards the house. She needed her family. She almost burst through the door, expecting to see her old house from Townsville. But it wasn't. It was the entrance hall from her new house… the one in Megaville. She stopped running and slowly walked towards the stairs.

"Blossom!" she heard someone call her. She turned her head to the entrance of the living room to see her brunette sister sitting in an armchair with the remote in her hand. Her green eyes were on the red head and they seemed bigger than usual.

The Pink Puff fixed her eyes into the green orbs of her sister. The brunette dropped the remote on the floor and sat up. For a moment Blossom thought that she would run to her. But she was wrong. In the next second the Green Puff stopped whatever she wanted to do and just stood there staring at her sister.

Blossom stared back at her. She wondered how it would be to run in the brunette's arms and just cry and scream all her frustration and sorrow out. But as she stared into those big green eyes she knew that she wouldn't do that.

The eyes of her sister told her that she couldn't do it. The green orbs held confusion, fear and curiosity. But there wasn't compassion in there. No… not at all. She was scared of what she had found out and she wanted answers. And she was scared of how the red head would react if she asked.

So she chose silence… silence and that visual lock that she knew wouldn't give her any answers. But she hoped. The red head felt helpless staring in her sister's eyes and something told her that she felt the same.

A sudden wave of frustration invaded her brain. She didn't understand. She couldn't understand. But she was her sister… she could've at least tried. But she didn't. A little voice I her brain told her that the brunette didn't even want to understand.

The red head frowned, letting her anger change her calm features. She saw her sister's eyes grow bigger and recognized the fear and the worry in them. But she wasn't worried for the Pink Puff. She was worried about what she would say or do.

This realization made anger rise in her more than ever. If she would've been a little bit closer to the brunette she knew that she would have been tempted to slap her. But as it was, the red head resumed her actions only at turning her back at the green eyed girl and walking away in the calmest way that she could manage.

She wasn't sure what she was doing. Her mind was a blur. She began walking up the stairs with her brain empty. She felt like it was the first time that she had ever done that. The anger had left her and was replaced by a huge void.

She was faintly aware of the fact that her brunette sister never moved from the spot where she had left her. She ignored that fact that the lab's door had opened and the Professor saw her and called her. She didn't care. She continued to walk towards her room… her own sanctuary. She reached for the doorknob.

"What are you doing here?" she heard. She turned her head to see her blonde sister getting out of the bathroom with a fluffy towel around her skinny body. Her blue eyes were a little confused, but the red head could see that the news hadn't really disturbed the blonde.

For a moment Blossom told herself that she didn't know. But that moment passed quickly. Bubbles knew what had happened. And she didn't care. It brought tears in the red head's eyes. Again she wanted to cry. And this time her tears would listen to her. But she wouldn't do it in front of her sister. She still had enough pride not to cry in front of someone who wouldn't care.

She opened her door and entered her room as calmly as possible. But she could still see the blonde's smirk. She closed the door. Slowly, she walked to her bed and sat on it. She looked around the room. It was order… so much order. It didn't reflect anything of what happened. But then again why would it? Nothing happened there. It all happened far away from the place and now the white haired girl was surrounded by cold metal, lying on a hard surgery table, lifeless and helpless.

She closed her eyes and lay on her back. She had to put some order in her thoughts. She didn't like that fact that she had to leave Bell alone in Dexter's lab, but she had to. She had to think. She had to plan. For a moment she thought that she should include her sisters in her plans, but she pushed away the thoughts. They wouldn't do it. She knew that. They couldn't understand.

The look in their eyes confirmed it all. The image of the White Puff popped in her mind once again. She recalled the way that she died… in her arms. She couldn't do anything… She couldn't take it. She rolled over and screamed in her pillow. The sound was muffled by the mattress, but she didn't care. She continued to scream for almost an hour, trying to get every thought that she had out. She wanted to empty her brain. After some time she began to feel tired and stopped screaming.

Now she was only crying. She was crying like it was the only thing that kept her alive. She continued to do it for many hours. She wasn't thinking anymore. She wasn't seeing anything with her mind's eyes. She could only hear her own sobs. She was vaguely aware that she wasn't alone in the house, that her family was probably wondering what had happened. But she didn't care. She didn't want to think of it. She didn't want to think.

She kept crying until she was too exhausted to continue. Then she slowly got up. She got to her feet and ran her fingers through her messy hair. Now she was calm. She stared at nothing in particular for some time. She didn't feel the need to cry anymore.

She went out of her room and slowly walked down the stairs. Her family was in the living room. She stopped and she listened to them. They were talking about her, of course. She didn't know how long they had been talking, but it sounded like they had been there for some time. They were already thinking how to make things like they used to be… before she ever made friends with Bell. Did they even know when that happened? Of course not. They didn't know anything. They didn't even care.

She went back to her room, but this time she didn't do it so she could cry. She had cried her last tear. Now she needed to respect her promises. As she closed the door she took out the small notebook where she had written all the information she got from the autopsy of her friend's dead body. She reread everything. It was mostly what she had told Dr. X, but she had kept some things to herself.

She walked to her desk and opened her computer. The moment it was active she began working. She transferred the autopsy results on the computer and wrote everything she could remember about what happened (and that was a Hell of a lot). Putting everything together, a plan began to form into her mind.

That's about it. I know it sucks, but I needed to do something like that. Don't ask why, I just felt like doing it.

See ya' in Chapter 10!