War Against The Chemically Created
Chapter Two: We Must Run
-This Chapter is from Blisstina's perspective-
The vial had gotten knocked over, and in a panic, my little sister tried to catch it, only to knock it further and further away… it eventually landed outside, and the Chemical X soaked into the dirt, where some twigs and stones were.
It started to change into a being, as I and my sisters had before. The girl was quite large, her eyes purple and her hair brown. She was even taller than me, and I was quite tall. She was even taller than even Porter.
We were in a rush, so Bubsie gave her the first name off the top of her head: Bunnessa. Bunny or BunBun for short. We quickly scrambled to get Bunny clothed, giving her a purple outfit with rose patterns along the black stripe, as well as placing her fluffy brown hair into a ponytail.
While Butters watched over Bunny, I, alongside Blossom and Bubsie, scrambled to pack everything we needed to run away and start a new life. Food, for instance, was a very important need. Luckily nobody was on our tail yet, so we had plenty of time to pack what was needed, and then some.
I clutched onto my stuffed elephant, feeling so horrendously guilty over the fact that I'm pretty sure I'm the reason this is happening. But I tried to brush the feeling off and forget. Forget Townsville. Forget what I did.
We were finally ready to go. But I could sense something wasn't right… I had always had something that Porter would call my "Bliss Sense", where I can just feel when there's danger. I could feel something was off right now.
"Bliss Sense," I announced. That was all I ever needed to say for them to know to be alert, especially now that we're targets to killers.
I could hear footsteps approaching us, and I could hear… weaponry .
Quickly grabbing everyone else, plus our packages, I panicked and teleported… somewhere. I had no idea where. I'd only ever teleported knowing where I'd end up, but this time… I just teleported. Teleported with no plan. I could be anywhere. We could be anywhere.
I walked around, as did the rest of my family, trying to figure out where we were. We weren't too far from home it seemed, I recognized a few neighbors' houses. We were all looking at our surroundings, checking them out, until…
Bubsie screamed in pain, as a loud gunshot echoed through the air. She had been shot in the leg. They found us, and they'd hurt her.
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It was a long chase, but we finally managed to get away from the humans who called themselves the Mutant Patrol…. But there was another danger: myself. I kept trying to stay calm, but I could feel everything getting hotter around me, like my psionic energy was just exerting itself everywhere.
I could hear the commotion, Porter trying to fix Bubsie's leg, Blossom and Buttercup trying to calm the not-even-a-day-old Bunny from having a full blown meltdown. Bunny was young, she didn't understand any of what was happening.
I thought she'd grow out of it. I was wrong.
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Days went on, we were on the run in the middle of nowhere. But eventually, we managed to find an abandoned shed in the middle of a forest. Bubsie's leg was refusing to heal, in fact it seemed like it was only becoming worse.
"it hurts…!!" Bubsie cried, daily, hourly, almost minute-ly.
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We eventually found a doctor, but she refused my sister.
"Why won't you take my daughter!?" Porter protested.
Apparently, much of the world has become aware of Townsville's "trouble". They seem to agree that we're dangerous… this is all my fault.
No doctor would take Bubsie. They all refused. They all fucking refused. The more and more refusals, the more I started to flare up… I noticed myself glowing blue, I had to try and keep myself calm so I wouldn't hurt anyone further.
I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate being a mutant, I hate everything about myself. I hate my anxiety, and my powers, and my flare-ups, and everything. I hate that Bubsie is hurting because of me. Because I couldn't cut some stupid ass ribbon.
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Weeks passed with no hope for Bubsie. A whole month had passed, actually.
Her poor leg was horribly infected. It was green and purple, with pus spilling out of the bullet holes endlessly, some of the pus bloody.
I was looking after Bubsie in the shed, and she was crying. Nonstop crying for days, it broke my heart. Buttercup was trying to get her to eat some food, as she had been refusing for the month due to the pain.
Then… Bubsie suddenly lasered her leg off. Her laser eyes were so powerful that it only took a couple seconds for it to come off, but it was gone now.
"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY-" she kept saying profusely.
Buttercup wrapped her legless hip in something, and I was hoping that this wound wouldn't get infected as well.
"I COULDN'T TAKE THE HURTS ANYMORE…" Bubsie cried. Basically a amputee at her own hand- er, eyes- Bubsie was rightfully scared and confused. It was clear that she didn't mean to do this, it was almost like it was instinctual of her to try and remove the source of pain however she could.
I looked at the horrifying looking leg on the floor, then back at Bubsie… my poor little sister…
I could do nothing about this but just try and comfort her in this scary, confusing time…