I'm sorry but after looking at this chapter and being pretty paranoid I decided to change the rating to M. Sorry if it affects you!
I was going to tell you a joke about boxing but I forgot the punch line.
-Brain
WARNING: Rated M for vulgar language and violence and mentions of rape.
Bloom stumbled on the empty sidewalk after she and Stormy teleported to Gardenia, new to her more... uncontrolled teleportation. Stormy laughed as Bloom tried to steady herself, "You look so drunk!"
"Not my fault your teleportation feels like a tornado." Bloom grumbled as she dusted her new dress off. "Plus, I think Dark Bloom puked in my fucking subconscious." Aww! Come on! You know I'm bad with spinning!
Stormy snickered, "I thought fairies didn't curse."
"Well, technically I'm hardly a fairy anymore." Bloom grinned playfully. Hmm.. what happened to not turning evil? I'm not turning evil, for Pete's sake. You're going to brutally murder someone. They deserve it. You're accepting the fact that you're a witch. Not all witches are evil. But you probably will be.. plus you're hanging out with Stormy and have a crush on the Lord Dar- Can you stop saying that? Digging in the brain... yeah. You're not turning evil. See! You are evil! Not this again! Stop denying it! Shut up. I'm busy.
Stormy pointed to a small house on the far side of the street, "That's their house, right?"
"Yes, that's their house. Well.. more like their torturing chambers. I wasn't the only one, you know." Bloom's eyes narrowed at the place she was forced to call home for most of her life.
"Weren't the Winx at least a little suspicious that there were a bunch of kids living there?" Stormy asked as they walked across the street, toward their targeted house.
Bloom sighed and shook her head, "Most of them died within the first week of their arrival. I only survived because of the dragon flame... Also, even if there were children there that weren't locked in the basement, the girls probably would have overlooked it."
"Stupid pixies. Must be rough hanging with those bitches all the time." Stormy commented.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Bloom grinned as she quoted a phrase from a song she often listened to when she wore her headphones. Not like she could let the Winx hear her music, even if it was a good song. Musa would probably barf if she saw Bloom's playlist.
By then, the two magicals were standing directly in front of the house, getting ready to break inside.
"Can you cast a silencing spell around the house?" Bloom asked.
Stormy nodded and smirked, "Sure thing, but I thought you'd want their death to be short and quiet."
Bloom shook her head and glared darkly at the building, "The Omega dimension would be a mercy to them. I am not letting them off the hook."
Stormy, excited beyond belief at this point, cast the silencing spell around the house, thrilled that she could torture someone and proud that she had managed to get the fairy to a point where she would kill someone, albeit Bloom was still clinging to the bit of light left.
"My magic doesn't work right now, so if they pull out a gun, it's your job to destroy it." Bloom reminded Stormy.
Stormy grinned, but then asked, "How are you going to kill them if they're experienced and you don't have your powers?"
Bloom stepped towards the door and answered, "I've been practicing hand to hand combat since I was twelve, in hope of breaking free someday, but if something goes wrong, by all means, don't hold back."
"I'm really starting to like you." Stormy commented as Bloom violently kicked the locked door down.
Bloom and Stormy cautiously made their way through the house, looking for any sign of Mike and Vanessa. They must have heard the door break down.. So why aren't they here? Where... the basement!
Bloom took the lead and started for the basement door, but when she saw it, she remembered a lot of things she really wanted to forget..
"Whip her harder!" Vanessa yelled at Mike when he was whipping a six-year-old Bloom. Mike raised the whip higher and brought it down onto Bloom's bloodied back tens of times. Too pained to scream, Bloom felt hot tears running down her face. "She really is a freak. All the scars disappear overnight!" Mike shouted, observing the new scars on Bloom's previously flawless skin. "Then whip her harder!" Vanessa ordered. Bloom finally let out a ragged cry when the whip came down on her wounds again and again, until everything went black.
Bloom screamed into the empty room when Mike raped her at the tender age of seven, leaving her confused and mentally scarred from the traumatic experience. That's when the real trouble started. Every night, either Mike or Vanessa would come in and force Bloom to pleasure them in disgusting ways, sometimes, both of them came. Those times were the worst.
Bloom blinked the traumatic memories away, and taking a deep breath, she opened the door. She knew they were down there the moment she opened it, for painfully familiar cries met her ears; the cries of a child.
They tiptoed down the stairs and glimpsed around the corner of the room just in time to hear a final scratchy scream and see the little girl, no older than ten, fall limply into her chains, dead.
"She didn't last long." A woman's voice said, "Didn't even get a chance to fuck her." Vanessa.
"We should've never let the blond fairy take Bloom. She was far too fun, even if she hardly ever screamed during anything we did, at least she didn't die in the first session like this pathetic child." They heard Mike say.
Bloom looked over at Stormy, who was still taking the scene in. The whole basement smelled like blood and carcasses, probably because there were black bags all over the room and inside them were the bodies that gathered up before the abusers found a way to dispose of them.
"You had to be in the same house as all these... bodies?" Stormy asked quietly, bewildered. She would never expect anyone to be able to live among carcasses, especially a fairy.. even if Bloom wasn't actually a fairy it still shocked her to see her look at someone die as if it where a normal thing for her to witness. She used to be a fairy! Most witches didn't find this normal.
"Now you know why I chose them. At this point faking my death is a bonus, and plus, if her body doesn't work for the illusion, we have a room filled with them." Bloom whispered, "Now, let's go! I don't see any guns."
The two magicals jumped into the middle of the basement, startling the two targets.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Vanessa yelled at Bloom.
Mike hollered, "And isn't that the witch that took your powers? What the heck are you doing with her?"
Bloom gazed darkly at them, "I'm taking my revenge for all you've done to me."
Stormy stepped forward and grinned, "You never mess with a keeper of the dragon flame, especially if they have a temper.. too bad you'll have to learn the hard way!"
Stormy shot a binding spell at them, causing their hands and feet to be tied in her magic ropes as they slammed against the brick wall from the utter force.
Bloom pulled a sharp knife from behind her and asked, "Stormy, why don't you magic up some rubbing alcohol?"
"Why?"
"You'll see."
Stormy decided to cooperate, curious what the former fairy was planning to do. She soon found herself handing Bloom a large bottle of rubbing alcohol. Bloom glared at Mike and Vanessa as she strutted over to them with her knife and the rubbing alcohol in hand.
"What do you plan to do with that?!" Mike yelled in what seemed to be anger, but Bloom could hear the slightest hint of fear in his voice.
Bloom glared at them, "You don't have the right to know."
She moved closer, within inches of her abusers, and started gently sliding the tip of the knife up Mike's face, leaving a faint cut where a drop off blood escaped his skin.
By then, both victims were showing visible signs of fear, desperately trying to break the bonds, but Stormy knew it was all in vain. You can't just break out of magical restraints.
Bloom, focusing only on Mike, slid the knife forcefully down his arm, peeling his skin as blood started to gush uncontrollably. Mike screamed in pain as Bloom repeated the process, peeling him like a potato until he was bare, sitting in a puddle of his own blood. Then, when he thought it couldn't get any worse, Bloom spilled the rubbing alcohol over his body.
Unhuman screams pierced through the room as she continued to pour the liquid over him, letting it seep in before she jabbed her knife into his legs over and over again causing the screams to increase in volume. Bloom jammed the knife into his eyes and shredded them mercilessly, smiling to herself the entire time as she bathed in his screams for mercy.
Stormy couldn't help but be surprised at the brutality of the former goody-goody fairy, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the show. In fact, she was smirking the entire time, and it took all her self control to not burst out cackling.
"Stormy, why don't you finish him?" Bloom grinned as she stepped back to look at her handiwork. Mike was still screaming, but the screams were growing faint as he was losing blood quickly.
Stormy finally let out a sadistic laugh as she hovered above the skinned man, who was still pleading for mercy, "My pleasure!"
Stormy let out a bolt of lightning at Mike and when it hit him, boy, did he scream. He shook as the high voltage was quickly killing him. Smoke rose from his body and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air as he screamed he last scream, then fell to the ground, completely destroyed.
Bloom smiled as she saw the life leave her past abuser's body. Feels good doesn't it? What the heck! What did I just do? But it does feel good, right? To see the life leave his good-for-nothing body, to get revenge? ..Yes..I suppose it does.. I knew you'd come along! Now why not do it again.. Vanessa is still right here. She is..
Vanessa was in bitter tears when Bloom walked over to her, but she felt that maybe Stormy would like a turn at starting the torture, "Why don't you warm her up, Stormy?"
Stormy laughed darkly, "Oh, I really like you, Bloom. But don't worry, I'll let you finish her off when I'm done."
Stormy walked up to Vanessa, who was mourning the death of her husband. She grabbed her by the jaw and twisted her head as she let some electric tingle at her fingertips. Vanessa let out a small scream as Stormy increased the voltage. "You're going to have to scream a lot louder than that!"
Stormy grabbed a chunk of Vanessa's hair and ripped it out, along with bits of her skin. Vanessa screamed in pain as Stormy dug her claw-like nails into her scalp releasing her electricity. Then, Stormy proceeded to twist every single finger off of her hands, blood gushing out rapidly as Vanessa screamed loud enough for all of Gardenia to hear... that is, if Stormy hadn't put up the sound barrier.
Stormy started chuckling quietly as she tore Vanessa's ears off, causing her to scream even louder, if it was possible. Before Stormy finished, she ran her nails over Vanessa's face, and the blood tricked down, dripping off her chin and nose. She shocked the screaming Vanessa one last time before she grinned, "Your turn, Bloom."
Bloom gripped her knife as she neared Vanessa, and when she got there, she started carving ragged lines into her flesh, causing her to start screaming again. Then, Bloom pulled away as she prepared to stab her in the chest but not before Vanessa started pleading, "Bloom...please.. you can't do this!"
Bloom smirked, "Oh really?" Bloom slammed the knife deep into Vanessa's chest, and as she screamed, her voice started to make a gurgling sound as blood poured out of her mouth. Then, her eyes became distant and her ragged breathing seized. She was dead.
Now, there was blood on Bloom's hands, in more than one way. Bloom looked up at Stormy, who was soaked in crimson blood and, she looked at the blood covered redhead. A grin appeared on Bloom's face as she met the smirking eyes of the storm witch. Before they could comprehend what happened, they were both madly cackling.
That took a turn, didn't it? Well, I once again apologize for changing the rating, and yes, I know this chapter was rather long and Bloom seemed out of character, but remember that this is, to an extent, an AU. Either way, I hope y'all liked it.
