FlameX: Inferno
Secret7
Chapter 7
"We're both different from other people" Blaze said. The pair of them, Blossom and Blaze, were sitting on a rooftop.
"I know. People call me a killer, and you one too. Some people really think I am evil. That I'm just pretending to be me," Blossom responded.
"I know you're not. I know you, Blossom. You're one of the best people I've known, and I--"
"Yeah, well what they say is true."
"What are you talking about?"
"There still is this powerful evil in me, and I haven't got the slightest clue on how to fight it."
"We all have a dark side, so you know, you just have to...erm...what's the word?"
"Deal."
"Sorry, I'm just not used to this world of humans and such. I mean, I only recently saw the surface. By the way, thanks for helping me escape. But why did you, anyway?"
"I dunno. It was just this...thing. We're just both different from other people."
"You mean formally homicidal maniacs?"
They both laughed at the dark joke.
"Actually, I do, sort of. How do I deal with this stuff?"
"I guess you just should ask for forgiveness. And put it behind you, I suppose."
"How?"
Blaze shrugged. "Just have fun. And remember that you have friends and family to depend on."
Blossom smiled, then stared at Blaze. "What about you? You don't have any family..."
"Yeah, but I do have a friend," Blaze said, smiling.
"Thanks, Blaze. I--"
Blaze paused. "Please don't call me that," he said at last. "Call me...Ishmael. No, I mean...er..."
"How about Brent?" suggested Blossom.
"Sure, I guess."
Blossom smiled too, then gasped. "I gotta go. They might be waking up soon."
"Alright. See you later, amphibian!"
"Er...it's Alligator, Brent."
"Sorry."
Blossom flew back home.
Somewhere in Townsville
Mojo Jojo paced back and forth, his eyes closed sadly.
"This is the anniversary of the day the Boys were born," he said quietly. "I bet they can hear me..."
It was obvious that Mojo had lost his mind somewhere along the line... (If he hadn't already).
"Hello?" he asked with tears in his eyes. "Brick?"
He saw Brick's form above him. "Yeah, Dad! It's me!"
"What do I do?" asked Mojo timidly.
"You know what to do. What you've been planning to do!"
Mojo smiled sadly. "Yes Brick!" he yelled hysterically. "Yes, boys! I'll recreate you yet!"
He walked to a corner of the old building he was living in, and grabbed a vial and a jar.
"Our ingredients..." "Brick" said.
"And Chemical X!" Boomer added.
All three of them stared at Mojo. "Remake us." they said.
"Yes, boys! Of—of course!"
He put the charred ingredients on the floor of the building, and pulled out the Chemical X vial.
"REVIVE US!" shouted the voices in the mad monkey's mind.
He smashed the Chemical X into the ingredients, and the ingredients began to fizzle. There was an explosion, and a flash of red.
Mojo opened his eyes. Standing in front of him were three boys.
"Guys...?"
They looked similar, but their hair was grey as death, and they wore black. And their eyes...
"A vessel." said the one who looked like Brick.
"At last we have vessels." said "Boomer".
"I am Death." said "Brick".
"Corruption." Boomer.
"Pain." Butch.
Death grinned. "There's so much life here...I can feel it."
"We must cause it suffering," Pain said.
"We must distort their minds." Corruption said.
"We must kill them. And we're going to start with you."
"B-But...don't you remember...me?"
Death touched Mojo, and Mojo began to spasm violently.
"Yeah, right."
And so Death harvested his soul.
At that precise moment, priests in dark robes burst in.
"OUR LORDS!" cried the priests.
"Greetings..." began one priest. "We have awaited your arrival. I am the leader of our congregation dedicated to your almighty powers...WE were the ones who manipulated the chemicals needed to create The Right Hand. WE used our powers to make your servant, known as the Him, bring The Left Hand to this realm. We--"
"Good for you," Pain said. He held out his hand, and a wave of pain came over the congregation.
"b-but why, masters? i..." the leader of them slumped to the ground in pain.
"From now on," began Death, "We're in charge. From now on, we are your masters. Because now that we are free once again...all shall suffer. And once the unfaithful are purged from this realm, you will all be rewarded with immortality. The world will wither and die at our feet. We will destroy them all, and the ones known as the PowerPuff Girls will suffer a painful death. We...will...rule!"
"HAIL TO THE DARK ONES!" the call of the Brotherhood echoed into the night.
Brent awoke with a cold sweat. He had to warn them, before it was too late.
And so the end began.
To be continued...