3/17/16 All chapters are being revised and edited. Expect new chapters by next week!

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Careful Blues

Blossom flailed her arms in the same panic as a helpless bird. Gravity pulled her body back down to the earth below. Flying in her damaging state was a terrible decision. Her use of powers grew short, and with her Chemical X focused on first healing her wounds, she had used energy she didn't have. Its affect on her soon took its toll and left her to fall from the skies.

There was a pattern of flight before her falling: a loss of ability and a regain of ability until her body could no longer support her intentions. Chemical X had chosen to use its power to heal the Powerpuff rather than fly. This left Blossom to land on the streets upon her back. The crater in the cement outlined her figure. Similar to a murder crime scene, Blossom lay helpless within her crater. Her shaking breath reminding her to breath subtly.

In the distance, a faint stomping began vibrating through the cement. Shutting her eyes, Blossom was scolding herself for using precious energy to flee from Brick. Fleeing was her only choice by wanting to protect Townsville from his passionate evil. Sh believed that by being the first to arrive, she would have the time to place her nephew, Bubbles and Professor, in a secluded, safe place. But as she felt a numbness create a shadow over her figure her arrival only wasted precious time.

The stomping was becoming more distinct. Each step vibrated the street and was accompanied by a metallic rubbing sound. It neared the sound of rustic metal moving after spending a year beneath the rain. Blossom's breathing hitched once the stomping came so close. It stopped once it reached her crater.

It's towering height cast a shadow coating the whole of her helpless figure. Her arms and legs fell through the cracks of large fingers that belonged to a hand which lifted her off the street. She was lifted well into the air before she heard a horrifying familiar voice.

"Where is that brat?"

Even if she knew the face of the voice, she did all she could to look in his direction. There just wasn't enough energy to move, to speak—she was sinking into the epitome of uselessness.

"If Brick was this capable, why didn't he pummel you when I specifically ordered him to rid this city of your very existence?"

Unable to do anything but listen, she did so intently.

"That ungrateful brat. I create the essence of life for that no-good boy and it's not until I'm met with the willing decision to be your ally that he deals this much destruction!"

Blossom coughed as a gasp sunk in her throat.

Mojo controlled the robotic arms to bring Blossom's limp figure inside the control chamber. She fell off the metal hand like silk cloth. Mojo began adjusting his levers and changing the robot's direction. He needed to quickly find the aggressive siblings of the group. The buildings had lay still for far too long. If one of them had succumbed in their battle, there would be a lack of power in his brilliant plan.

"Tell me where Brick is,"

Her muffled response made Mojo impatient.

"Tell me where he is!"

"Wh..."

He listened closely, her voice a breathy whisper. She tried again. This time, Mojo could manage to make out the reply from her breathless voice.

He peered, "Why?"

A soft nod of her aching neck came forth, approving of his response. Mojo spit out a scoffing breath.

"Foolish female, do you not know?" he grinned her way, "Finding Brick will ensure the safety of Townsville."

Blossom's breathing began resurfacing as a panting fear. Mojo's ironic motive made Blossom's heart pound in her chest. But Mojo's response would prove to be far from ironic.

Brick is essential to Townsville's safety? What would make Mojo believe this? Mojo's plan has only begun to unfold...