(I'm sorry if you feel that I'm leaving you hanging with this epilogue. I hope you like it, and once again I apologize for how bad the original Chapter 13 was.)
Inferno: Epilogue
Bubbles sat on the swing in Townsville Park. All she had had on her mind of late was the fact that she had killed her sister one week ago. She swung forward and backward. Forward and backward...
She noticed a streak of pink above her. Blossom had come, of course. The Jewel of Angels was long gone now. It had disappeared immediately after the Dark Three were finished.
Blossom floated down next to her sister. Bubbles looked somehow...older. When Blossom looked in the mirror, she did too. Even though they had all aged since Blaze first terrorized the city, there was also a different kind of age. An age that came from all that they had gone through. The pain, the suffering...
"Why?" Bubbles asked.
"Why what?"
"Why did it all happen?"
There was a silence.
"I don't know..." Blossom said quietly.
"Maybe she's still alive..." Bubbles said.
"That's...impossible," Blossom said painfully. "She died. We both saw her body. And I don't think that--"
"BUT SHE CAN'T BE DEAD!" Bubbles shrieked. "SHE CAN'T BE! I killed her, it's my fault! So she can't be dead!!!"
"Bubbles...you didn't..."
"I knew what I was doing! It may have taken some convincing, but I killed Buttercup!"
Once again, there was a pause. It all seemed familiar to Bubbles. She and Buttercup...they had visited the remains of the hospital after Blossom's death. Now they were sitting in the park, with the one sister that had had the luck to come back from the dead.
"Let's go..." Blossom said. "We'll be late for the funeral..."
Bubbles nodded, and they took off...
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The entire church choir had shone up. Many people in the town owed their lives to Buttercup, and this was indeed a sad occasion.
The priest began to preach about death and they beyond, and Bubbles got sidetracked. She kept staring at the coffin, which was to be opened after the service. Blossom wasn't paying attention either, instead thinking about all of the good times with her dead sister, before the wretched day of flames. Brent was just looking down at the floor.
Then, they were distracted.
The Priest opened the coffin. There was nothing there. Everyone was thrown into a panic, screaming things like "Someone stole the body!" or "What kind of monstrous thief could do this?!?"
Blossom, Brent and Bubbles flew around the chaos. They hovered outside.
"Where could...she be?" Bubbles asked.
Then, they saw something they thought they'd never see again. A streak of green through the sky.
"Do you think...?" Blossom asked Bubbles and Brent in awe.
"I don't know," Brent said.
"What are you looking at?" The Professor asked solemnly. "We need to find Buttercup!"
"I think that soon...maybe she'll find us," Bubbles said quietly.
The streak of green grew closer, and the Professor blinked.
It was Buttercup.
End.