AN: If you are prone to heart attacks, I suggest taking it easy on this chapter. AHAHAHAHAHA now find out what happens in this chapter. LOTS OF DRAMA!
Chapter 7: Challenge 7
Kitty's POV
It was 5:30 in the morning when I was awoken by the sound of someone banging pots and pans together. I threw off my blankets and stormed out of my door to see Blossom making as much noise as possible outside of Buttercup's door.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? IT'S 5:30 IN THE AM AND YOU'RE THE ONLY DAMN PERSON IN THIS HOUSE WHO IS WILLING TO BE UP RIGHT NOW!" I was heated, I was up late and I was PISSED. Blossom glared at me, obviously not happy that I had raised my voice at her, the AUDACITY I had!
"This isn't your house, you know. I can do what I want and if I want to make my hungover sister's life miserable, then I will and you have no right to do anything about it." I now knew why Buttercup had such a short temper, this bitch could be insufferable!
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! THAT'S JUST SO RUDE! YOU SHOULD WANT TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER, NOT MAKE HER LIFE MORE HELL THAN IT ALREADY IS!" Blossom's glare at me intensified and she started beating the pans together again, looking me right in the eyes as I did it. I was about to scream, but I heard a pained groan from the other side of the door and a loud thump. I bit back my scream and knocked the pans from Blossom's hands. "Grow up, you're supposed to be the most mature." I pushed past her into Buttercup's room to see my hungover friend sprawled on the floor, clutching at her ears and trying to cover her eyes at the same time. I kneeled down beside her and gently stoked her hair until she relaxed a little more and uncovered her ears.
"Buttercup get back in bed, I'll bring you water and aspirin. I'll try to control Blossom, she's being a MAJOR bitch right now and for some reason wants to make your life miserable." She peeked open a green eye and promptly squeezed it shut once she saw the light. I helped her back to bed and went downstairs to get her something to eat along with her hangover treatment.
I walked down the stairs and threw a bagel in the toaster and looked around for the aspirin. The toaster popped up as I found it and I put cream cheese and butter on the bagel. I filled a cup of water and put it all on a tray to bring up to her room.
As I was walking up the stairs, Blossom got in my way. "Why do you like her? She's absolutely insane and does a bunch of crazy stuff that puts both of you in danger!" My calm mood flew out the window and was replaced by an angry one.
"You know what Bloss, your sister has a heart of gold! She might be a little rough around the edges, but she's one of the most reliable and funniest friends I have ever had. Honestly, you're such a bitch for treating her like this because she cares SO much about you and Bubbles. You know she only got as drunk as she did because you guys got in a fight and she was really upset about it! She would probably be crushed if she knew you thought this of her!" She looked regretful for a moment, but the hard look she had before returned.
"She beat me up yesterday because I turned off the TV and wouldn't turn it back on! If she had her powers she would've killed me!" I looked over her and didn't see a single mark on her.
"You don't look like you got beat up." She rolled her eyes like the know it all she was.
"Chemical X heals it! Everyone knows that!" I rolled my eyes he same as she did.
"Then what's the issue? She didn't actually hurt you, nothing's broken, nothing's ruined, so what's the FUCKING ISSUE?!" She looked at me in shock, but the same stubborn look on her face once again made an appearance.
"It's the principle! Her temper is a huge issue and she should never even think of hurting me! I'm her sister!" Yup I had her right where I wanted her.
"So you hurting your sister is ok? Kinda hypocritical, don't you think?" Her eyes widened a little and she put her hand to her mouth.
"Oh my God, I didn't mean to- she apologized! I'm a terrible sister!" I only nodded to confirm her statement.
"Umm, yeah, that's what I've been telling you for the last ten minutes. Now, I have to take care of your sister since all you seem to want to do is make her day hell." I pushed past Blossom and threw in some toaster waffles and got her water and aspirin. I put butter and syrup on the waffles and walked them up to her room.
"Hey Buttercup, I got you something." She looked up at me, her face pale, her vibrant green eyes looked grateful, but I could see how much pain she was in.
"Thanks Kit." Her voice was a small whimper, the quietest I had ever seen her. Her eyes suddenly widened and her head snapped around to face me. "Kit, can you grab the red paper on my dresser? Make sure you don't look at it or I'm gonna get in HUGE trouble." I found her request a little strange, but I brought the letter to her anyways.
"Um, here. Why couldn't I look at it?" She sat up and took the letter and read it, her eyes widening in horror as she read it.
"No, no, no, I can't do this… fuck." She was mumbling under her breath, but I had still heard it and was immediately concerned.
"Buttercup?" She didn't even pay me any attention as she started to hyperventilate.
"I can't do this, I can't do this…" I got up and ran out to get Blossom and Bubbles, maybe they could help.
"Blossom! Bubbles!" They both ran to where I was looking concerned.
"What happened?" They spoke in unison and I pointed to Buttercup's room.
"She told me to get a red note off her desk and not to read it, so I did, but when she read it she started to hyperventilate and I don't know what to do!" They looked both confused and concerned.
"We don't know about any red notes…" Bubbles sounded completely lost, but I knew they had to be able to come up with something. Blossom looked deep in thought and a look of realization flashed onto her face.
"She said she didn't want to do any of the crazy stuff she had been doing lately. That means someone has to be communicating with her somehow to tell her what to do. Maybe those letters tell her what she has to do for the day… I have no clue why she would do all of this though, they have to be holding something over her and it has to be more serious than some kind of secret." I thought this over and realized how much sense that made.
"Oh my God you're probably right! I wonder what she has to do that would make her react like that…" I gave her two sisters a look and we all made our ways up to her room, only to find her sitting on her bed with her head in her hands.
Buttercup's POV
I read over the letter and all effects of my hangover were completely forgotten at what the letter said.
"Dearest Buttercup, I saw how much you enjoyed drinking, so why not step it up a bit. They always said alcohol was a gateway drug, so why not keep the trend going. Your next challenge is to walk down the shadiest alley in Townsville, at 1 AM, and are any drug you're offered. If I'm lucky you might overdose and make my life easier and the Professor's life shorter. Have a good night, Buttercup."
I couldn't do that. I promised myself and the Professor that I would never do any drugs ever. I might lie every now and then, but I don't break honest promises! Not only that, I knew how many drug dealers hide back there and they are always so high, they have no idea who they're talking to, they just want a quick buck off their drugs. I knew I was going to end up trying at least five different types of street drugs. I started to hyperventilate as I thought about myself encouraging one of the very crimes I bust all the time.
Kit left the room as I started to panic, probably to get my sisters. I took that time to put the paper in a box with all the other challenges, they couldn't see these. I sat back on my bed and put my head in my hands, desperately searching for loopholes in the challenge, but I could find none.
I heard Kit walk in with my two sisters, but I didn't bother to look up, I couldn't look them in the eyes with what I was going to do later tonight.
"Buttercup?" Bubbles was the first to talk in a meek voice that only she could use.
"Hey Bubbles. Did you need something?" Hopefully they wouldn't ask about anything.
"Buttercup, cut the crap! Kit said you were hyperventilating earlier, what happened?" Shit, Blossom would be the one to ride my ass about this.
"So? What happened to you not caring? I thought you weren't even going to THINK about LOOKING at me until the Professor got home! You did say that didn't you Blossom? So what changed your fucking mind? The fact that I could get in trouble? The fact that you can make yourself look better when I fuck up? What is it with you, make up your mind!" I vented my frustrations and confusion at my older sister and glared straight into her bubblegum pink eyes that seemed to be filled with… guilt? I let my glare soften, but her look of guilt soon twisted into one of anger. My glare returned to meet hers.
"You know what? I don't care! You're absolutely insufferable and my life would be so much easier if you weren't even here! I can't believe I was about to apologize! Why couldn't you have turned out more like Bubbles and less like… you?!" Sure Blossom had said some awful things to me before, but what she had just said physically hurt my chest and my stomach and I held back the urge to cry. Not in front of Blossom, I wouldn't let her know she got to me.
"Well since I'm such bad company I'll head out, don't expect me back tonight, not that you would want me here anyways." I was proud of myself for keeping my voice even, but anyone who knew me well enough would be able to tell how hurt I actually was from her comment. I got up and pushed past Bubbles, who was standing in the doorway, everyone too shocked to even try to stop me. I grabbed my wallet off of the dinner table, fully intent on staying in a hotel and a change of clothes from the dryer. I walked out to my car and jumped in, not wasting any time to start the car and go.
I sped off to the city and parked in front of a decent hotel. Instead of walking in immediately, I sat in my car and slammed my forehead onto my steering wheel, trying my hardest to find my composure and not cry from the harsh words that my sister had just used with me. She hated me. She wouldn't care if I died. Maybe I should just grant her fucking wish and trade myself for the professor now. I only knew Kit for a week really, Bubbles would get over it soon enough, and the professor had his two PERFECT girls. I put my car back into gear and started to drive to HIM's lair, I was so fucking done with this shit and if most of Townsville, including my older sister, wanted me dead, then I might as well make everyone happy and save the professor at the same time.
Professor's POV
After getting my time to get up and walk around, HIM put me back in the same chair he always kept me in and showed me a copy of the challenge he sent her. I read it over and I felt a bolt of fear run all through my body. I've heard stories from her about how many drugs they sell in those alleys. She promised to never do drugs and now she had to do just about all of them in one night just to keep me from getting killed.
"HIM, why are you doing this to her?" His cocky grin twisted into an angry glare and his demonic voice came out.
"That little girl has beaten me up one too many times and sent me to the dentist more than five times! Now she will feel the pain that I felt every time she beat me up! Out of all the girls, she was by far the most brutal and I want her DEAD! If not dead, I want her life to be ruined to the point that she kills herself!" I felt my heart drop at the thought of Buttercup, of all people, wanting to give up and die. I thought about how improbable that was and met his sneer with a glare of my own.
"If you want someone to give up, Buttercup was the wrong choice. She would nev-" I was cut off by the sound of a door opening and closing. I looked over to the door in shock to see my middle daughter standing in the doorway. She looked directly at me and I could see utter heartbreak shining in her eyes and had to wonder what happened, her heart wasn't an easy one to break.
"Go home dad, my car's in front of his lair, you know how to drive it." My eyes widened at her implication and I couldn't let that happen.
"No, Buttercup, don't do this. I won't allow you to. I won't get mad at you, just finish the challenges, I know you can do it. Even as a human, you're the toughest person I know. I love you too much to let you do this." She looked down and her bangs covered her eyes.
"Too bad nobody else does. You have Bubbles and Blossom still, you'll get over it eventually. You won't have to deal with my behavior and Townsville would be overjoyed, I fail to see the issue with my decision." Something had happened and I knew it.
"Since when did you care about what Townsville thought of you?" I flinched when she looked up, her eyes held unshed tears, something I had never seen before.
"I started caring when Blossom agreed with them. She hates me dad, she said her life would be so much easier if I wasn't in it, so why try to live if so much good would come out of me dying? Just go and forget about me, your life would be easier without me too, so just go!" At this point, tears were streaming down her pretty face, a look foreign on her.
"If you do this, I'll kill myself. Finish the challenge, we can both live and we can straighten this whole mess out. It'll be ok sweetie, I promise." She sent me a broken glare and yelled at me, something I expected.
"Why?! Everything's NOT ok! It never will be! Why can't you just let me do this?" I looked at my daughter and my heart broke seeing her like this.
"Finish the challenge." With a final glare and a few more tears, she turned around and walked back out, only throwing one word over her shoulder.
"Fine."
HIM gave me a sadistic look. "What was that you were saying before?" I shot a nasty glare at him that would make Buttercup proud.
Blossom's POV
I thought about apologizing to her and I almost did, but what she said to me acted as a reminder of how rude she can be, another reason to hate her. I didn't care that she left, actually I did, but I only cared because I was happy to see her go. I couldn't believe I was able to put up with her for as long as I did. I looked at the faces of Kitty and Bubbles, both too shocked to stop her from pushing past them.
It was the sound of her car that snapped them out of whatever daze they were in, and almost immediately, they both sent me a glare.
"What the actual FUCK?! What happened to apologizing to her? The girl doesn't know what to do with herself and you go and say some shit like that! I'm going to try and find her." Kit walked out the door and left me alone with Bubbles.
"Blossom?"
"Yes Bubbles?"
"You didn't mean what you said to Buttercup, did you?"
"I meant every word Bubbles."
"She's our sis-"
"Well I wish she wasn't."
"How could you say something like that…?"
"Bubbles, she's insane. She has temperamental issues. She's violent. She doesn't listen to reason. She's secretive. She overdoes everything. She's an attention whore. What is there to LIKE?" Bubbles looked like she was about to cry.
"She's loyal, she's brave, she's understanding when you need her to be, she's protective, she's funny, she's selfless, and most of all, she would NEVER say she hated one of us because she HATES seeing us hurt." I thought about it for a while, but I refused to swallow my pride, she was tough, she could handle it.
Buttercup's POV
I pulled up to cheap motel, this was possibly an all time low for me, but I needed all the money I could get for tonight. I wasn't about to do drugs and steal them in the same night, but honestly at this point, I didn't have THAT much to lose. I got a room and gave the guy a little extra to not tell that I was there.
I went into my room and though it was not the nicest place ever, it didn't have any bed bugs, which was a HUGE relief. I changed into the clothes I had hastily brought from home and almost groaned at what I was wearing. The mirror reflected a girl who I hardly recognized: Long black hair that was messy and falling in my face, tearstained freckled cheeks, bright green eyes that didn't look as bright as they always were, a black t-shirt that revealed a tan shoulder, light ripped denim jeans that looked painted on, and a pair of black skating shoes. I immediately wiped at my face, disposing of the evidence that I had been crying, I fixed my hair so that it looked normal, but I couldn't genuinely smile for the life of me, so I replaced the sad look with an angry one, I did it all the time, nobody ever found out before.
The day had passed by quickly considering I woke up past noon and I wasn't ready for this. I thought of just not doing it, but I reminded myself of the professor's predicament and told myself I would do anything for him.
It was 9:30 when the least drug dealers were out and I just hoped that the trend stayed the same since I last went on patrol. I decided against driving my car since I didn't want it to get messed up if there happened to be some kind of dispute. I walked down the dark streets, my head down as to not draw too much attention. The streetlights flickered above me as I neared my destination: Sangria Avenue, the shadiest alley in all of Townsville. I took a shaky breath and walked into the darkness of the alley.
?'s POV
Since quitting evil, I had nothing to do so I turned to drugs. I know, not the most healthy pastime, but honestly, it was all I had. My dealer came out at 10 so I had about half an hour until I could get my fix.
Buttercup's POV
I was only ten steps into the alley when I got the first offer.
"Hey girl, wanna blaze? Since you're so pretty I'll let you hit off of mine." I wanted so bad to refuse and knock this dude out of the country, but I remembered my challenge and took two short drags of it, hoping he wouldn't ask me to stay, but he did.
"Hey, puff puff pass until the blunt's all gone." I grimaced, but had to stay for the professor.
I smoked as little as possible, but even then, I felt myself start to get giggly and almost like I was floating. After the blunt was finished, I continued to walk down the alley, giggling lightly when I was offered something else within seconds of leaving the pot guy. Wait. I was made in a pot! I started giggling uncontrollably.
"Hey! You! I got some top of the line cocaine, but for a little kiss I'll give it to you for only ten dollars." In my high state of mind, I had no problem with kissing the guy for a discount, especially since ten dollars was pretty expensive for me. I leaned up and planted a light kiss on his lips, but he wasn't going to settle for that. He pulled me in closer and kissed me harder, making sure to cop a feel or two while he could. Had I been in my right state of mind, I would've knocked the dude out, but right now, I just didn't care about anything.
He pulled away after a few minutes of violation my mouth and handed me a small bag of white powder and I handed him the money.
"Here babe, all you gotta do is pour it into lines and snort it." He pulled out a large piece of broken glass and helped me pour the powder into lines so I could get even higher than I already was.
"Now just use one side of your nose to snort each line, one at a time." I did as he told me and with each line, I felt more and more elated, forgetting all the problems I had before this. The dealer smacked my ass on my way further down the alley, but in my drug induced state, all I could do was laugh. In the darkest part of the alley, the middle, a shady guy came up behind me and grabbed my hips and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Hey baby wanna shoot up? I got plenty to go around and I won't mind sharing for a kiss and twenty bucks." I nodded my head rapidly and he spun me around to press his lips against mine, having no shame in feeling my whole body. His kiss became greedy and he pulled away and held his hand out for the money, which I gave him. He leaned back in and stuck his tongue in my mouth while squeezing my ass hard. After what felt like forever, he pulled away and held up a syringe. He grabbed my right arm and injected it into the middle of my arm. Immediately I felt a rush that I never wanted to leave. The dealer pulled me in for another kiss and winked as he pulled away.
"There ya go sweetheart, come back anytime." I continued to walk down the alley and was stopped by a really creepy looking dude.
"Hey, try this. No charge, no needles, no snorting, just a pill." I took the pill without a second thought and dry swallowed it, not even asking what it was. I looked back up at the guy and in his place I saw HIM. I felt my anger overcome my senses and yelled at him.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING MY DAD INTO THIS?! YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" I charged at the crossdressing demon and held him up to the wall by his neck, my hand an ounce of pressure from crushing his larynx. I watched in horror as HIM slowly transformed into Blossom and I quickly let go.
"Oh my god, Bloss I'm so so sorry!" She glared at me and pushed me to the ground.
"This is why I hate you so much. You're out of control, you're crazy!" I got up and ran further down the alley in a panic. I flailed around violently as I was grabbed and snatched further into the alley. I saw the professor giving me a concerned look.
"Hey sunshine, maybe this will help. I got all kinds but with how you are now, I'll just inject you with it. It'll only be five dollars since you're a newbie and you seem high enough already. I'll just take it from your wallet. I felt a needle go into my arm and I felt a heavenly rush that was very welcome with all the anxiety I was just facing.
"Ok that dude that gave you that pill is a creep. He gave you LSD, I gave you meth. Hey, you okay sunshine?" I started to feel myself flail unintentionally and my vision started to go black. The euphoric feeling I had before replaced with a pain in my chest and I could hear the Professor running away as I completely lost consciousness.
?'s POV
"Fuck man, I think she's dead!"
"No way! I just gave her some of my drugs like 10 minutes ago! Check her pulse!"
"..."
"..."
"I don't feel anything dude! How many people did she get drugs from?"
"I gave her pot."
"I gave her coke"
"I gave her heroine"
"I gave her LSD and I saw someone run who gave her meth."
"Shit, maybe she is dead."
I walked up as I heard my dealer. "Someone died?" My heroine dealer looked up at me and gave me a sad look.
"I think so… she was a looker too…" I pushed through the dealers to see a girl with unmistakable resemblance to my counterpart. I froze in shock that she would even be here in the first place much less doing drugs. I felt slight panic wash over me and kneeled down next to her still form. We weren't best friends, but we had hung out a few times and she really was a great girl. I used my super hearing to listen for a pulse, holding my breath so I wouldn't hear anything else.
I let out a loud sigh of relief when I heard a faint, very faint, heartbeat that wouldn't last for long, she always was the fighter. I cracked a grin at the thought and picked her up, flying as fast as I could to a hospital. I busted through the doors and demanded a doctor immediately, the limp body in my arms alerting people that this wasn't a joke.
Almost immediately after my entrance, a few nurses came out with a hospital bed, a doctor with them to help her as soon as possible. My eyes followed her until the doors to the ICU closed behind her. I might have hated her once upon a time, but I couldn't help but hope that she would be okay, I would hate to see such a tough girl go out like this.
Kit's POV
I couldn't find her anywhere. I looked all over Townsville and I found no sign of her. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was in trouble and I started to cry, knowing I couldn't be there for her. I sat in Bubbles's car in front of the Utonium household, trying to find a way to tell them that I couldn't find their sister in all of Townsville.
I got out of the car and slowly walked into the house, receiving a hopeful glance from bubbles and an expectant one from Blossom.
"Kitty, did you find her? Is she okay?" I looked down to the side and shook my head.
"I'm sorry. I looked all around Townsville? But I couldn't find her anywhere…" Bubbles's hopeful look dropped into one of deep concern, Blossom's stayed in a constant expression of indifference that made my blood boil, her little sister could be dead somewhere!
"You could at least act worried Blossom! Your sister could be lying dead in a fucking trash bag and the last thing you ever said to her would be absolutely heartbreaking! Don't you care if she's dead?" Her expression remained unchanging.
"No, I don't care. In fact, I hope she is, less stress in my life." I felt myself go into a rage and punched Blossom square in the jaw, barely doing any damage, but definitely giving her the shock of a lifetime. I was about to say something, but I was stopped by a knock on the door. Blossom strutted past me and opened the door, only to reel back in shock at a guy who looked like he could be Buttercup's twin brother.
"Butch, what are you doing here?" His face looked grim and Bubbles came up behind me and clutched my shoulder. The guy identified as Butch shook his head slowly and looked up with sad eyes.
"You might want to get to the hospital." All of us froze, even Blossom. "Like, fast." He left behind a dark green streak as he flew to what I assumed was the hospital, snapping us all out of our short bout of paralysis.
"Maybe we should go…" Bubbles spoke with a shaky voice, sounding scared and unsure.
"It could be a trap." Blossom went right for the negative.
"It could be Buttercup." I tried to reason with her, but I should've known it wouldn't work.
"If it is then that's more of a reason not to go." I growled lightly and turned to Bubbles.
"If she won't go, I think we should. I have a bad feeling that your sister is the reason he came here." Bubbles nodded and grabbed my arms before flying through the door and to the hospital. We arrived to see Butch pacing in the lobby, a worried look of his face. I tugged on Bubbles's arm and walked her over to Butch.
"So what's going on?" He looked at me and Bubbles then looked down.
"You want the long story or the short story."
"Whichever you think will give us the best idea of the situation." He looked back up.
"Ok, here's the long story: So after quitting evil, I had nothing to do, everyone hated me and I had no way to get a rush the way I did when I fought Buttercup, she had one hell of a left hook I'll tell you! Anyways, since I was feeling down all the time, I thought maybe a high could help me out, so I turned to drugs, heroine to be exact. I'm not exactly proud of it, but it ties into how I found her. So I was going for my 10 o'clock fix, but this time it was different, as soon as I walked up to Sangria Avenue, I heard all the dealers talking, they were out early for the night. As I got closer, I could hear them talking about someone being dead." Bubbles and I froze and tended up and Butch paused for a while. "I heard them talking about how many drugs some girl took that night and like four dealers said she took a hit from them, one saying another guy hooked her up and ran when she started to react badly. Apparently the girl had marijuana, cocaine, heroine, LSD, and meth. She would've been fine if she didn't take all five in a thirty minute span of time, but as a human, her body can't take it and it probably started to shut down. They said they couldn't find a pulse and after hearing what they said, I'd be surprised if they did. I walked up and asked what was going on and they said a girl was dead. I wanted to make sure what they said was true, but when I looked at the girl, I realized it was Buttercup! I was honestly shocked, I never thought I would catch any of you puffs turning to drugs, but I didn't really care about that. I've spent time with your sister and she really is a great person, funny, forgiving, which was surprising considering her violent tendencies, and she's absolutely gorgeous, all of you girls are. Anyways, I couldn't just let her go like that, so I used my super hearing to listen for a heartbeat, and even with my enhanced senses, I still barely heard one, but it was enough. I picked her up and flew her to the hospital and after I saw them take her back, I flew to tell you guys, then you guys came here and asked me to tell you what happened and I told you and present." I was crying along with Bubbles, she fucking overdosed on drugs. She didn't do drugs, ever. She told me she made a promise never to do drugs, but what changed her mind?
"Do you think she's gonna make it?" He looked up at Bubbles and gave her a sad look.
"It's not likely, but if anyone can pull through, it's your sister. Where's your other sister by the way?" My tears stopped and I felt my temper flare.
"Blossom is mad at Buttercup about something and wants her dead, fucking told the poor girl that too." Butch's face twisted and he spoke angrily.
"Fucking bitch. My brothers and I were evil and we NEVER said anything like that to each other! How can she call herself a sister when she talks to her's like an enemy?" Bubbles and I shrugged having the same thoughts. We were about to speak, but just then the doctor came out, an unreadable look on his face.
"So what's the verdict doc?" Butch was the only one who could find the will to speak.
"We did all we could and right now it could go either way. Her pulse is weak and she heavily overdosed. Not only will she be extremely weak if she wakes up, but she will also be having withdraw symptoms of five highly addictive drugs." I looked to the doctor hopefully.
"Can we see her?" He gave us a sympathetic look and nodded, leading us to her room. I almost broke down on the spot when I saw her. She was paler than I had ever seen her, her heart monitor was barely beeping, yet at a steady pace, she was completely still, her face twisted into a pained grimace as if she was suffering while she was asleep. I walked up to her and pushed her bangs out of her face and behind her ear.
"Please be okay Buttercup. Bubbles and I can't lose you, you are a great sister to Bubbles and you're my best friend. Even Butch wants you to live! Your dad is on some business trip, but I know for a fact that he would take it horribly if you died like this, you promised him you wouldn't do drugs, remember? You told me that…" Bubbles stepped up beside me and touched her sister's freckled cheek.
"Buttercup, I love you, please don't go…" Bubbles was openly crying, tears streaming down her cheeks. She reached for Buttercup's hand and kept it warm in her own, Butch had the other one. Her heart monitor started to speed up and we all shot each other a look of worry, only for it to turn to relief when her heart monitor evened out again, only at a faster pace. We all started to laugh in relief as the toughest fighter entered a safe place, she was going to be ok.
We all have each other hugs and thought about calling Blossom.
"I'll call her crying and say that she died from an overdose, maybe she'll realize that she should make up with Buttercup since she almost lost her." I was surprised that Bubbles came up with such a devious plan. I simply smirked and nodded, Butch seemed to like the idea as well.
Bubbles pulled out her phone and started to cry on command as she called Blossom's number. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hey Bubbles, what do you need?"
"Bl-Bloss-om! Sh-she's d-dead! B-B-Butterc-up die-died!" Bubbles burst into a fit of believable sobs and I heard nothing on the other end for a while.
"No, she's not dead. She doesn't die, she's like, invincible!" Bubbles started to sob harder into the phone.
"Sh-she d-doesn't have h-her pow-ers rem-remember?" The line was silent again on the other side and Bubbles continued to 'cry'.
"No, she's not dead, you're lying. If she's actually dead, how did she die?"
"Sh-she o-o-over-" Bubbles cut herself off and started to fake sob again, so convincing that I had to wonder if it was actually real.
"She what? Spit it out Bubbles!"
"She overdosed! Butch S-said he f-ound her in S-Sangria Av-avenue… and the d-dealers s-aid that she took M-mari-marijuana, c-cocaine, h-h-heroine, LSD, a-and meth." We heard the sound of a phone dropping and about twenty seconds later, we heard Blossom's shaky voice from the other side of the phone.
"Y-you're joking right? P-please tell me this is a joke. Bubbles?" Bubbles only sobbed in return, not saying anything else.
"Oh my god, I'll be right there." The phone hung up and Bubbles cut the crying act and called in a doctor.
"Look, I know you shouldn't do this, but right now, we're having a big family issue and I need you to make it look like she's dead when my other sister comes in, I'll pay you extra, just please make it look like she's dead." The doctor gave her a weird look.
"Ma'am, that's against policy-"
"Please. We won't tell anyone. I'll do anything." The doctor looked dead in her large blue eyes, fatal mistake. He sighed in defeat.
"Ok I'll do it, no extra charge, but you can't tell anyone. I'll alert my coworkers to the situation so they don't try to electrocute her." He ran out and came back in only a minute later. He took off her heart monitor and wrapped the finger it was on with two band-aids so the machine couldn't find a pulse. The machine flatlined and Bubbles actually started crying at the thought of actually losing her sister, I did too.
The doctor walked out, and not even a minute later, Blossom burst through the door, her face falling at the sight of the monitor. We looked up at her with tearful faces, Bubbles putting on a sob show and even Butch made himself look sad.
"She's gone already, you know." Butch was the one to talk, his voice sounded dark and broken, he would be a great actor! She walked slowly and cautiously towards her younger sister and hesitantly touched her cold hand, the one Bubbles let go of a while ago, smart girl. Blossom looked up to her sister's unusually pale face and slightly blue lips and brushed her hand across her features, something she didn't react in the slightest to. To our surprise, Blossom let out a sob, a pained sob that was very real. I looked at Bubbles and I didn't know whether to smile or frown at the turn of events.
"Oh my god, Buttercup, I'm s-so sorry! I n-never hated you, I was just too s-stubborn to try and ap-apol-apologize!" She broke down and started to weep into her 'dead' sister's shoulder. "Oh god sis, I'm gonna miss you s-so much! You got on my n-nerves a lot but you were al-always there when I needed you. I wish I c-could say I was the same f-for you! Oh my god, Buttercup, you can't be d-dead! You're only 18!" Blossom hugged Buttercup tightly and cried hysterically into her shoulder. No matter how much I wanted to smile that the plan was working, I found the exchange absolutely heartbreaking. The doctor came in and raised an eyebrow at us and we signaled for him to play along.
"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am, but we have to take her now." Blossom looked up, tears covering her face.
"No! Don't take her! Please…" The doctor looked down and gave her a regretful look that deserved an oscar.
"I'm very sorry, but it's policy." She clung onto Buttercup for dear life.
"No, I'm not letting her go! Please don't take her from me…" Blossom was in absolute hysterics and Bubbles and I looked at each other, a little regretful of how we handled the situation. The doctor looked at her in actual sympathy at the fact that she didn't know her sister was actually very much alive.
"Ma'am, please, she's already gone… There's nothing left for you to keep, unless you don't want her to have any sort of funeral…" Blossom's face contorted in genuine pain at the word funeral, probably because that made it seem all the more real.
"Buttercup, I love you, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I love you, I never hated you! Please come back, don't leave, I'm sorry!"
Blossom's POV
I watched in tears as my middle sister was taken from the room. How could I have let her go thinking I hated her, how could I have been so cruel. I wished so bad that I could see her mischievous smirk, her sparkling green eyes, her laugh, her snarl, anything about her that I said I hated, I wanted to see right now. I missed everything about her already and she would never know that.
"Blossom, we should go home now…" Kit spoke up in a very sad voice, which only made everything seem more real.
"Oh my god, what are we gonna tell dad? He's gonna be heartbroken!" I ignored Kit's statement and thought about our dad and how much he actually enjoyed Buttercup's company, she was always the fun one. Bubbles began to cry again and I pulled out my phone to call the Professor, how was I going to tell him?
"Blossom, what's going on?" I took a while to respond, but I finally bucked up the courage to respond. "Dad, Buttercup's d-d-" I couldn't find it in myself to say it.
"Blossom, is there something wrong with Buttercup? Is she okay?" I cringed at the concern in his voice.
"No, she's n-not okay. She's d-d-DEAD! Dad, Buttercup's dead!"
Professor's POV
"No, she's n-not okay. She's d-d-DEAD! Dad, Buttercup's dead!" Blossom erupted into sobs and I went into a state of denial, if she were dead, I would be too.
"Blossom, your sister isn't dead. That's impossible, I would know if she was dead." HIM gave me a warning glare as he monitored my call. He gave me a hard look that told me not to say anymore.
"Dad I'm in the hospital where she was and she flatlined, the doctors took her out! How is that not.. not… dead?" I looked up at him with a confused look in my eyes and he played the video of her challenge. I smiled as she tried to do as little as possible with the first guy, trying to leave before she was high, but he made her stay and after that, she had no problems with anything. I grit my teeth when the cocaine dealer made her kiss him for a discount and I felt my blood boil when he copped a feel on her while she wasn't in a position to stop him. She only got higher from there and the next guy was worse and the drug he gave her made my heart drop: heroine. He came up behind my black haired daughter and grabbed her hips, whispering something in her ear, but a few seconds later, he spun her around and pulled her into a kiss where he felt everywhere with no shame. I wanted to break the TV screen! HIM was making her sink to these levels and I felt awful that I was the reason behind it.
Between forceful kisses, Buttercup slipped him a twenty and he injected something in her arm. He pulled her into one last unwarranted kiss and grabbed her butt which made me thrash in my chair. Not even five more steps down the alley, a creepy looking guy gave her a pill for no charge and I soon realized why. As soon as she took it, she started screaming at the guy as if he was HIM, but after she attacked him, backed off and apologized, calling him Blossom. He must've given her LSD. After he pushed her down, she got up and ran further than the alley, getting pulled to the side by a dirty looking guy who forcefully injected her with meth and took five dollars from her wallet, not that she could have refused anyways. I watched in horror as she started to have a seizure and the dealer ran away, not wanting to be caught with a dead body.
I watched in horror and disbelief as she slowly became still and unconscious.
The other dealers around her thought she was dead, but she couldn't be! I watched in hope as Butch walked up and flew her to the hospital after confirming she was alive. HIM cut off the TV and shot me a nasty look.
"You're right, she's not dead, Bubbles and Buttercup's new friend faked her death so Blossom would realize how awful she was being and they could make up." I sighed in relief and looked at my phone to call Blossom back, only for HIM to snatch my phone away.
"She's not going to make it through all of these challenges Professor, she barely made it through 7! You should've just let her take the fall when she had the chance because her life is about to go straight to hell! Her reputation will be ruined, her hero title will be ruined, everything that she holds close will be taken from her. By letting her live, you're really hurting her Professor." I looked down at my feet, did I really get her into this mess?
Buttercup's POV
I woke up in a room by myself, head pounding, feeling extremely nauseous. I laid back down in the bed and realized I wasn't at home and I wasn't at that crappy motel I planned on staying at. I jolted up and looked around frantically to notice I was in a hospital… and nobody was here. I sighed and closed my eyes, flopping back on my bed. I ripped off the heart monitor and tore off the band-aids on my finger. I pulled the IV out of my arm, I didn't need this shit! I got up and promptly threw up in the trash can. I thought I would feel better if I threw up, but I only felt worse, but this time it came with cold sweats, something I never had before.
I stood up and stumbled out of the room I was in, only to run right into Blossom and fall down. I groaned as I hit the ground and didn't bother to get up.
"B-Buttercup? Is that you?" I looked up to look Blossom in the eyes, surprised she sounded happy to see me.
"Umm, yeah. Did you come here to see someone else of something…?" I hoped that she had come for me, I really couldn't take her hating me.
"No, I came here for you, I just thought you were dead… oh my god, you're alive!" She pulled me up into a hug and started crying into my shoulder. I hugged her back and she squeezed tighter.
"Buttercup, I'm so so sorry! I don't hate you! I was so scared that I let you leave thinking that, I love you so much, I'm sorry for acting like I didn't…" I hugged my older sister tighter and pressed her head into my shoulder, letting her know it was ok to cry.
"I love you too Bloss." She only cried harder and I stood there just hugging her. I saw Kit, Bubbles, and… Butch? They were standing in my line of view and gave me a thumbs up. Those sneaky little shits planned this! I gave them a wink and a grateful smile. Maybe everything would turn out fine, after I got over this awful headache…
AN: Sorry this took so long! I'll try to be quicker with the next update, hope this was enough drama to hold you over until then… please review, any constructive criticism is welcome :)