(A/N: Sorry I've been having trouble updating, but just my luck, my phone
is falling apart. Great. Oh well, I hope this update works...)
Inferno
Chapter 3
By Secret7
Blaze hovered through the burnt side of the city, over pieces of ash, litter, even bones. It was horrifying. He spotted a newspaper, dated March 30th:
"ICE ETERNAL?" The headline began. He read on.
"By Steve Roberts" "The city was destroyed by the monstrous Blaze only 6 months ago, and now a horrifying change has taken place. Blossom Utonium, one of the famed PowerPuff Girls, apparently went mad for exactly 8 hours, killing all in her path, including the innocent Robyn Schnyder, a childhood friend of the girls." The article continued about patriotism in Townsville, and the Mayor's speech, and other things, but frankly, Blaze wasn't interested. He finally saw something important: "The Utonium family lives at 1391 Saint Luke St., Pokey Oaks, TO." Blaze looked up. This was just what he needed. He dropped the paper, and began to soar to his destination.
"What, girls? I still have some good ol' power, why don't I use it?" she said. She smiled. "Just let me handle Mojo." There was a brief silence, then— "NO! I can't let you fight without us! I don't know how you got your ice powers back, or why, but you can't! We're sisters!" Buttercup shouted. "Sorry you feel that way. I must kill all in the way of the mission..." she said. Her voice began to sound almost mechanical. "...For it is the Will of the Dark Three." Blossom began to draw closer to the girls. "What are you talking about?" Buttercup screamed. "Blossom! Get control of yourself!!!" Mojo, being petrified, began to get away. "That Mojo. If The Three didn't need him for their plans, he'd be dead by now. Speaking of which, it's your time..." Two swords of ice surrounded her hands.
As she drew closer, Bubbles sped away. But Buttercup stayed.
"I know you won't."
"Why not? For it is the will of—ARGH!" she yelled, grabbing her head. Her appearance gradually returned to normal. "What...how did that...Why was I..." she fainted, falling onto the ground, as the ice swords shattered.
"BLOSSOM!" Bubbles yelled.
"I think she'll be OK..." Buttercup said uncertainly. "But I thought we already took care of that Ice thing. And what are those 'Dark Three' anyway? Man, I'm worried about her..." She and Bubbles picked up the unconscious Blossom and flew her home.
Somewhere
The 13 hooded figures surrounded the dark symbol, a circle of an unspeakably nightmarish substance around them.
"We pray in the name of the Dark Three." One began.
"Death."
"Pain."
"Corruption."
"We will find the Right Hand Blaze, and restore him to the glory of his lords. And the same shall be done for the Left Hand Ice. Now, let us pray."
They began chanting in a long-dead language, dark words that were full of malice and evil.
The circle of blood surrounding them burned a faint red.
Blaze keeled over.
"Return to your masters, Right Hand. Return! You shall return!" a voice whispered.
"Never, damn you." Blaze whispered.
"RETURN!" thousands to voices seemed to shout around him.
"I WON'T!" he screamed.
"Very well. We shall wait."
Blossom's eyes widened.
"You will return. Return to your lords. There you will find peace."
"No..." she whispered to the non-existent voices. "I won't. I love my sisters."
"COME!" the voice shouted.
"NO!!!!!!" Blossom yelled.
"Blossom, get a hold of yourself!" Buttercup whispered. As glad she was that Blossom was fighting, she was still worried.
The brotherhood bowed their heads.
"We have failed. For now. The Right Hand cannot be changed, though the flame still lingers within. But the girl...she still may be swayed. The meeting ends." finished the figure. They went their separate ways.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Inferno
Chapter 3
By Secret7
Blaze hovered through the burnt side of the city, over pieces of ash, litter, even bones. It was horrifying. He spotted a newspaper, dated March 30th:
"ICE ETERNAL?" The headline began. He read on.
"By Steve Roberts" "The city was destroyed by the monstrous Blaze only 6 months ago, and now a horrifying change has taken place. Blossom Utonium, one of the famed PowerPuff Girls, apparently went mad for exactly 8 hours, killing all in her path, including the innocent Robyn Schnyder, a childhood friend of the girls." The article continued about patriotism in Townsville, and the Mayor's speech, and other things, but frankly, Blaze wasn't interested. He finally saw something important: "The Utonium family lives at 1391 Saint Luke St., Pokey Oaks, TO." Blaze looked up. This was just what he needed. He dropped the paper, and began to soar to his destination.
"What, girls? I still have some good ol' power, why don't I use it?" she said. She smiled. "Just let me handle Mojo." There was a brief silence, then— "NO! I can't let you fight without us! I don't know how you got your ice powers back, or why, but you can't! We're sisters!" Buttercup shouted. "Sorry you feel that way. I must kill all in the way of the mission..." she said. Her voice began to sound almost mechanical. "...For it is the Will of the Dark Three." Blossom began to draw closer to the girls. "What are you talking about?" Buttercup screamed. "Blossom! Get control of yourself!!!" Mojo, being petrified, began to get away. "That Mojo. If The Three didn't need him for their plans, he'd be dead by now. Speaking of which, it's your time..." Two swords of ice surrounded her hands.
As she drew closer, Bubbles sped away. But Buttercup stayed.
"I know you won't."
"Why not? For it is the will of—ARGH!" she yelled, grabbing her head. Her appearance gradually returned to normal. "What...how did that...Why was I..." she fainted, falling onto the ground, as the ice swords shattered.
"BLOSSOM!" Bubbles yelled.
"I think she'll be OK..." Buttercup said uncertainly. "But I thought we already took care of that Ice thing. And what are those 'Dark Three' anyway? Man, I'm worried about her..." She and Bubbles picked up the unconscious Blossom and flew her home.
Somewhere
The 13 hooded figures surrounded the dark symbol, a circle of an unspeakably nightmarish substance around them.
"We pray in the name of the Dark Three." One began.
"Death."
"Pain."
"Corruption."
"We will find the Right Hand Blaze, and restore him to the glory of his lords. And the same shall be done for the Left Hand Ice. Now, let us pray."
They began chanting in a long-dead language, dark words that were full of malice and evil.
The circle of blood surrounding them burned a faint red.
Blaze keeled over.
"Return to your masters, Right Hand. Return! You shall return!" a voice whispered.
"Never, damn you." Blaze whispered.
"RETURN!" thousands to voices seemed to shout around him.
"I WON'T!" he screamed.
"Very well. We shall wait."
Blossom's eyes widened.
"You will return. Return to your lords. There you will find peace."
"No..." she whispered to the non-existent voices. "I won't. I love my sisters."
"COME!" the voice shouted.
"NO!!!!!!" Blossom yelled.
"Blossom, get a hold of yourself!" Buttercup whispered. As glad she was that Blossom was fighting, she was still worried.
The brotherhood bowed their heads.
"We have failed. For now. The Right Hand cannot be changed, though the flame still lingers within. But the girl...she still may be swayed. The meeting ends." finished the figure. They went their separate ways.
TO BE CONTINUED...