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Careful Blues

"Give it up, bitch, just realize that this is it."

Through beaten eyes, she faced the current victor. He grumbled as each step he took stung at his knees. His newfound pride forbade him from collapsing, and Blossom's bloody state gave him encouragement to keep on his feet. Her paralyzed limbs let him have his boost by lying under his towering body.

He grazed one glance at her before coughing madly. In his hand, once he rubbed it onto his jeans, lay the remnants of his body's vulnerability. The tinted liquid stained his tattered clothing, almost matching Blossom's image.

Neither leader embraced defeat. Blossom arose from her back, ignoring the argument from her disturbed body. Ending their battle now, after nearing an hour of abuse and retort, would give Brick a chance to return to her peaceful home.

There was no destruction Brick could possibly deal in his state, but Blossom was a woman of doubt and wouldn't trust her enemy's act of weakness. If Brick submitted to his injuries now, Blossom would remain in her heroic position to keep him far from Townsville.

Both leaders, remembering where their duties lay, gathered all energy left to charge at each other. Their dirty, red fibers flew behind them, tangling with the mane of their counterpart on impact. Every part of their beings fought. Their clothes rippled onto each other as their locks tangled and freed themselves in the wind.

Blossom defended her home in each throw, while Brick retaliated in each flying fist. Their minds focused on strategy but neither could out master the other. Their own minds collided with hate and absent truth. He landed a fist to her chest, and he watched her go limp once more.

It should have been the end. The breath escaping her dying lungs should have silenced her. But Blossom was just as stubborn, just as dignified, and just as prideful as the sadistic Brick. And for Blossom, no amount of evil could pummel her to the ground victoriously. Not even evil in its truest form.

HIM triumphantly fled the hospital area with a kidnapped baby in his arms. He kept him safe, protected the boy from the demons of hell. It proved to question the devil's motives. No kidnapper would place his victim's safety before his own.

"You'll be my last hope,"

Yet HIM had plans set in motion. He had watched over Bubbles from the very beginnings of her teenage years. The glint in her eyes from each secretive glance toward the disgraceful ruff had caught his attention. He was betting, hoping, on a miracle that would only happen in an alternate world.

He also hoped that Boomer was wiser than he seemed. He wanted to witness this stained, sinister blonde refuse the lust his equal harbored for him. But as he watched on at their last moments of battle, the heat between their beaten bodies had captured the ruff's sanity.

The devil was an unknowing spectator to the affair. His eyes roamed the broken passion the teenagers engaged in. Their naive minds had ignored their identities and loyalties to the light of good and the obscurity of evil. With a touch and kiss, the teenagers would bring forth the result of consequence made by their naive mistake.

"But if mommy and daddy hadn't been so foolish, I wouldn't have you to fulfill my brilliant plan,"

Warmly, the boy yawned before falling deeper into the arms of the devil.

"And you'll succeed, my boy, because you won't know you're mommy and daddy," he held the boy in a loving hold of corrupt warmth, "Especially mommy. She has given me a miracle."