Blossom's P.O.V.

Why can't I leave? I need to but I don't want to. If I don't leave soon, people will be in danger and it will be my entire fault. But what if they are in danger even when I'm gone? This is so difficult. I am leaving whether I like it or not. I have to fly and go, but I won't move. I am just staring at the city. Just staring. Staring. Seeing fire that is not really there. Red eyes glaring at me. The voice in the back of my mind. Saying leave or else death. Leave or else death. I want to go but won't move. I am just staring at the city.

My body finally moved but I wasn't controlling it. The purple eyes were. They were lingering in the back of my mind. The song of the birdie was playing softly with them. I left my bag at the door and flew slowly towards the city. I felt like a turtle, so slow. My eyes were half open and my mouth was a little open as well. I bet I looked like a zombie or controlled slave. Which I probably was. A major headache was starting to form. The eyes were fighting over me. On who would control me tonight. The Purple or the Red. The song going over and over. The words not leaving my mind.

BAM!

I wake up with my head hurting more than ever. I slowly get up and start back towards the town. Once again a mindless zombie. The purple eyes still in the back of my mind but the red nowhere in sight. I stop at the edge of town and stare at the flames. It felt so warm. I don't remember feeling the fire but now that I am. I feel stress free. I just stand there letting the imaginary burning city warm me. I could stand here forever. I could hear the purple eyes whisper "Don't fall in love. Don't fall in love." Over and over. I didn't understand. I stood there for two more minutes and I did start to fall in love with the sweet warmth and the sour smell of the fire. The purple eyes urged me to move and I did so. "Don't fall in love!" the purple eyes whispered before I turned away from the fire. I floated over to the other edge of the city. The dark and cold part of the city. It gave me chills down my spine. The side where villains play is not where I want to be. I moved into the darkness anyway; no control of my own body. I land on the ground to walk. One foot after another. I probably looked like a sad picture of a zombie horror film. I slowly walk in front of a run down pizza place. I feel the purple eyes fading with the song and words. My mind turns blank and my eyes slowly close as I fall to the ground.