Chapter 57: Past Mistakes
The City of Townsville. Over Downtown. En Route to the Slums.
24 FEB (Friday) 1989. 0857.
"Blossom, stop," Bubbles said to her leader sister, Blossom. They were flying over the city, towards where Bossman had said the don of the Exposito crime family was located. "Blossom, stop!"
The three of them halted in mid-air, in unison, hovering close to the clouds above.
"What?" Blossom asked. The smile on her face hadn't faded yet. Buttercup's position on this was similar. If there were any mangling and killing to be done, she was definitely in.
"I don't know about this…" Bubbles said meekly as she played with her fingers. Memories of an angry Blossom were still clear on her mind. Despite lacking the genius-level intelligence of her sisters, Bubbles had photographic memory too, even if it was flawed compared to her sisters'. "We're not supposed to kill and… I don't know about listening to the Amoeba Boys."
"He sounded like he was telling the truth," Blossom explained. "I believe him, Bubbles. Besides, haven't we all done some bad things?"
"But-" Bubbles wanted to explain herself, only to be overridden by Blossom.
"Buttercup's been killing people, and yet Dad gave her another chance to fight crime with us," Blossom said. Buttercup folded her arms and pouted at the mention of her past 'misdeeds'. She still didn't think she had done anything wrong. In fact, she thought her sisters were stupid for not seeing the simple truth – criminals should be killed, plain and simple. It didn't matter if they died slowly since they were going to die anyway – why not try to have fun with them along the way? "It's how we learn. We make mistakes - that's what Dad's been telling us. Dad gave Buttercup a chance and-"
"But that's different!" Bubbles argued, accidentally interrupting Blossom in her haste, which annoyed her.
"But nothing, Bubbles! We don't have time to argue!" Blossom dismissed her reasoning before continuing to fly. It didn't take long for Bubbles to pull her to a stop once again, and the team stopped as a whole. "What now?"
"Are we really going to kill Mister Exposito? And his friends?" Bubbles asked. Still horrified by her own actions under the influence of His Secret 2.0, Bubbles wanted to avoid doing the same dark, evil deeds all over again, even if it seemed justified now. "We really shouldn't…"
"Didn't you hear what Mister Bossman said? They're the meanest criminals in Townsville," Blossom said, though what Bubbles had been pointing to all this while had reminded her of her own rules. It'd made her think second thoughts about killing. Killing would mean going against Dad - but what if they were killing killers? "We'll visit them and see for ourselves what kind of people they are. Maybe we could talk to them. But if they really are what Mister Bossman said they are, we have to kill them."
"But something's wrong - we shouldn't listen to the Amoeba Boys! You're wrong about this!" Bubbles insisted though she wasn't able to describe what she meant. She herself couldn't understand it. It was a feeling, albeit a strong one at that. Bubbles had, again, ticked Blossom off. She didn't like being told that she was wrong, especially with something she felt strongly about, and deep down, it was worse when it was coming from Bubbles.
"If what you said is right, then why should I listen to you!?" Blossom retorted back at Bubbles, burying her finger in her shoulder. "You were a criminal just a few days ago! Remember how you attacked all of us, just for some injections!?"
Bubbles was shocked. Blossom hadn't blown up on her for a while now, and the things she said had cut her to the core. Something stirred inside Bubbles, a kind of rage not exclusive to His Secret 2.0, but something that it set loose from within her. But she held it back, afraid of what it might do.
"Are you going BerXerk on us again?" Buttercup asked, more out of spite than concern.
Bubbles knew not to blow up – she had seen the extreme result of it. The rage in her blew over, giving way to something else – something more familiar. Bursting into tears, Bubbles flew away. In a blink of an eye, she had disappeared into an apartment building, but Blossom was quick enough to see where she was going.
"Oh come on!" Buttercup exclaimed in frustration. "Not again! We have bad guys to beat up!"
Blossom stared after Bubbles' baby blue X-contrail. As her own anger simmered off, she began to realize, with creeping horror, that what she said might not be the widest words.
"Should we just leave her behind?" Buttercup suggested.
"No!" Blossom balked at such a suggestion. Hadn't Buttercup learned anything yet? "We can't leave each other behind! Let's go."
With that, she sped after Bubbles. After sighing and muttering to herself (something about Blossom and Bubbles being stupid), Buttercup followed.
It wasn't hard to track Bubbles down. The apartment building they had flown into wasn't the cleanest. Boxes and various odds and ends were knocked over in Bubbles' retreat. A door was knocked off its hinges. When Blossom and Buttercup entered the apartment Bubbles had invaded for her hiding spot, they could hear her crying from across the entire living space.
They found her in a closet, squeezed in a corner, crying into the wallpaper for lack of a shoulder.
"Go away!" Bubbles cried when they found her.
"I didn't mean it, Bubbles," Blossom said. "I just want to do good, and I have a good feeling about this and Bossman."
All she got for a reply were sniffles and weeping. Blossom nudged Buttercup for her to say something. They argued silently about what they should do until Buttercup finally relented because she wanted that sweet, sweet release whenever she indulged in violence. But there was something else.
"Bubbles…" Buttercup started, feeling a strange sensation in her. It wasn't the first time. It was as if unnatural emotions, very strong emotions, were leaking into her from the ether. "We're a team, and we can't do it without you. You're getting good at this, and I want to see you fight crime again."
"I don't want to hurt anyone," Bubbles cried into the wall, still. "I remember last week - I've killed so many, and I don't wanna start again!"
"You don't have to kill them if you don't want to," Blossom negotiated with her. "But we still need you."
Bubbles kept quiet after that, contemplating what they had said. Despite Blossom's promise that she would not need to do any killing, it still felt wrong somehow to aid her sisters in doing the deed.
"Bubbles…" Blossom pleaded with her. "Come on."
"Fine…" Bubbles finally relented. "Just don't make me kill anyone. We should talk to them… Just like how we did it with Mister Lumpkins."
"We're sisters. You can trust me," Blossom said, though she had reservations about using the same tactic as she did with Lumpkins. She was scolded for it, and she didn't want more harsh criticisms again. Before she could say anything further, their radio crackled, and a voice came through.
"This is Flight Control Five to Bravo-Four-Seven, please explain the deviation from the current course," the woman from Flight Control Five questioned them through the radio. Then, as if remembering that the Girls' vocabulary was simple, elaborated further: "Why did you stop? Over."
"Hi Miss Flight Control Five, Bubbles' resting - she's tired from flying," Blossom said, all while exchanging a knowing look with the tearful Bubbles. When she was done, there was radio silence for a time before the woman on the other end resumed their conversation again. Blossom could only wonder what she was thinking - in fact, Blossom had to wonder about everything to do with the Flight Control people. She had never met them in person nor been to their workplace before. She still couldn't understand how they could track them so well.
"Bravo-Four-Seven, please confirm your destination - where you're going, over," the woman in Flight Control Five asked.
"We're going to fight some bad guys in the Slums for the police, Miss Flight Control Five," Blossom said, taking care not to mention the Lombardi as Bossman cautioned her not to. He'd warned her that revealing their meeting would destroy any chance he could help her clean up Townsville, and by extension, make amends for his past. "The Exposito family, miss."
In the midst of it all, Blossom could not understand why the Lombardi and the Exposito refer to themselves as families - it couldn't be that they were all brothers and sisters, were there? Mothers couldn't give birth to dozens of children, could they? She believed that they wouldn't all be able to fit inside the mother, not that she knew exactly how human gestation and giving birth worked exactly.
There was an even longer silence after that. Thirty seconds passed, then a minute. It went over that, and still, nothing but static and the occasional and curt 'please standby' continued to ground them.
"What's taking them!? I want a good fight!" Buttercup exclaimed impatiently. Blossom wasn't as incredulous about flight control's sluggishness. A nagging feeling in her told her that she was doing something wrong - but it was a feeling common in her, something she felt half the time. Yet, it was stronger now, made worse by the anxiety Flight Control Five was giving her by taking its time.
"Flight Control Five. You are cleared to conduct the raid for the police. Please proceed to your destination without stopping. Over and out," and with that, the invisible lady on the radio waves was gone.
Blossom breathed a sigh a relief. It turned out she wasn't wrong to do this after all. How could she ever be? Especially when she had the backing of the police, and now the USDO?
The following is a document addressed to Director Cliff of USDO administration.
Title: The Powerpuff Girls Combat Analysis And The Place of B-50
Created by: General Blackwater
Date Created: 24 FEB (Friday) 1989.
Desc: In order to understand what kind of demands we can and should place on B-50, we must learn from our past experiences with B-47, B-48, and B-49, now known as The Powerpuff Girls. This is so that we may train B-50 appropriately for what lies ahead. To this end, I have gone through all related data sets, including video and audio recordings, documents both physical and electronic and conducted quick phone interviews with personnel involved with B-47, B-48, B-49, and B-50.
Despite B-47, B-48 and B-49 being a mixed success at best and a total failure at worst, the circumstances and their performance leading to this conclusion ought to be explored for the sake of B-50, being that B-47 to B-49 are predecessors to B-50.
From the day of their creation, B-47, 48 and 49 have been tended to by Professor Utonium. Based on USDO common knowledge and data surrounding him, it can safely be said that he had given them a civilian upbringing, and continues to do so, and it is not until the insertion of Sergeant Selicia Goodwin in the 'Utonium family' 17 days after their creation that any meaningful progress has been made towards preparing B-47, B-48, and B-49 for their main purpose.
While Sergeant Selicia's efforts in training B-47, B-48 and B-49 and the tolerance she displays towards them are admirable, especially considering her history with enhanced individuals, her efforts continue to yield limited results. The Powerpuff Girls continue to blunder in every mission. The most telling of their flaws lie in their lack of tactics and cunning. Based on Professor Utonium's notes, this could be due to the 'neurological structure' of their brains, which is the equivalent of five-year-olds, worsened by their inexperience. What is worse is that there is no solution to this as yet.
Furthermore, their inclinations in combat have left them unable to fulfill the USDO's expectations. Project Powerpuff's main objective is to create super-soldiers, and in the USDO, part of that definition includes a mastery of tactics, stealth, subterfuge, and infiltration. None of The Powerpuff Girls are capable of any of that, nor do they display any potential for the more shadowy arts. The best analogy I can come up with is that they seem to act more like common foot soldiers than the special force we need. Below is a rough breakdown of their role, such as it is-
B-47 (Blossom)
Roles: Commander, Multi-Role (Combat)
Description: B-47, or Blossom, appears to be well-suited for command - at least more so than her 'sisters'. She appears to display more initiative and presence than B-48 and B-49. However, her tactical inability, simplicity, and inflexibility leaves her performance as the Powerpuff Girls' ad-hoc commanding officer wanting. Otherwise, she appears to be the most versatile of the three in combat, capable in any field, but thankfully, B-48 and B-49 are not entirely eclipsed. She is reportedly more skilled in unarmed combat than her sister products (though not as strong as B-48), learns faster, and has enhanced abilities that even I wish I have (enhanced eyesight, up to 40x zoom).
B-48 (Buttercup)
Roles: Heavy Support, Conventional Firearms
Description: B-48, or Buttercup, is brutal in nature and reported to be clinically psychopathic, which appears to augment her function as the heavy-hitter of the trio. She is the best of the three in handling firearms and favors heavy weapons such as machine guns, and would rather just charge in and dole out as much damage as she can. It is simple but effective. Unfortunately, her simple-minded bloodlust tends to blind her as well. Her ability to fire deadly laser from her eyes that could cut through even steel further adds to her 'heavy support role'.
B-49 (Bubbles)
Roles: Light Support, Combat Medic
Description: B-49, or Bubbles, remains the least useful of the three. It is only in recent days (read: this week) that she has shown any potential in combat, not counting the previous week in which she injured half the PTF stationed outside The House, as well as caused needless collateral damage. Her niche - however small it is - is in performing functions B-47 and B-48 neither could nor want to. Her more useful skill is in first-aid, though that is not saying much. Her niche in a full support role is further enhanced by her 'ion beam', recently learned, that Professor Utonium has just discovered to be capable of disrupting electronics - teaching them to utilize this feature consistently is another challenge in and of itself. Her sonic scream is useful for its suppression effect. Recent footages of her battles on site seem to suggest that she is faster than her sisters - this can be useful whenever she acts as a distraction, vanguard or scout - not that B-47, B-48, and B-49 knows of such terms.
It is my recommendation that we avoid the obvious pitfalls that might have resulted in B-47, B-48 and B-49's failure to deliver results and secure even basic objectives reliably.
Assuming control of B-40 mere days into her creation is just the first step. But it should not end there. If Professor Utonium's data is to be trusted, we have a bioweapon which is capable of even more and it wouldn't be an efficient use of USDO resources to let it go to waste or be tampered with by a delusional mind who cares only to replace his personal losses years ago.
Where the Powerpuff Girls serve as foot soldiers (poorly, may I reiterate), B-50, which the good professor (or worse, B-49) has so improperly named 'Bunny', will serve as the black ops agent we sorely need.
To this end, we will need to undo whatever damage Professor Utonium has done and will do in the initial 3 days of her existence what he's failed to do in 3 months. We will need to train her intensely. We will need to hold a special conference to decide on the contents of her black ops crash course and how to execute it. However, for now, I believe we will need to dedicate a substantial amount of time to educate her about her enemies as well as 'correct' her perspective to improve her willingness to kill and carry out her missions. We will also need to teach her about the art of war as much as we can. These are just as important as firearms training – the results of a lack in these areas are evident in The Powerpuff Girls' ineptitude.
The City of Townsville. The Slums. Exposito Family Headquarters
24 FEB (Friday) 1989. 0911.
It was obvious to the Powerpuff Girls when they flew into the Slums. There was a huge gap of no man's land between the Slums and the cleaner side of Townsville. Police officers could be found guarding roads leading into the Slums, though how effective they were in restricting the movement of criminals was another matter entirely.
The buildings in the Slums were run-down, dark and dirty little things, crumbling, blackened and filled with trash. Even whatever apartments that were still standing there were short, with some of them shorter than they used to be. Blossom could spot an apartment with its top floor blasted apart with some explosives. How it happened was a fact lost to time. There were holes everywhere, like a Trypophobe's nightmare.
It wasn't hard to imagine that a criminal gang would operate in such an area.
The Girls flew low to avoid detection, but there were already eyes on them - people on the streets, or in buildings, had already seen them. Whether any of them had any loyalties to the Exposito Family remained to be seen. Heading towards the building - a dilapidated apartment building completely co-opted by the criminals, they flew vertically upwards before touching down on the rooftop.
Important men loved to be on the top floor. It was the same with Don Exposito. Shrugging off her flight pack and putting it down on the floor, Blossom pulled out the photos Don Bossman had given to her from a magazine pouch. There were several of them. The don himself and his lieutenants. He had just a few. The crime family wasn't the biggest one, though they had carved out a sizable turf in the Slums and certain areas near it for themselves. Bossman had gone on to talk at length about them after Blossom had agreed to act on his information.
The Exposito crime family was headquartered in the Slums because the police wouldn't go there, fearing for their lives. While the inhabitants of the Slums were fiercely protective of themselves and tended to lash out at any interlopers, the Expositos had struck fear in them by routinely abducting a few of them at a time for their own purposes. The border police guards between the Slums and the rest of Townsville were paid off by them so that they could export drugs, illegal weapons and prostitutes and bring in whatever necessities they needed, and the cash proceeds from their sales.
Looking at the photos of the criminal masterminds, Blossom crumbled them up before tearing them to pieces and letting the wind take the shreds. Bossman had talked at length, too, about what they would do to their prisoners, especially when they were women and children. Getting sold as slaves was a blessing compared to their fate with the Expositos.
"Let's do this," Blossom said curtly to her sisters before marching towards the stairs leading down.
"Finally," Buttercup said; she could taste it now - the rush of combat and even a chance to start messing some criminals up!
"We're really going to talk to them first, right?" Bubbles asked, even though she knew the answer to that question. Neither of her sisters had answered her. The Girls drew their weapons. Blossom had brought her MP5, while Buttercup had borrowed Bubbles' stockless XM4 carbine. Bubbles was using the Serbu Super Shorty that Blossom had given her.
The stairs led down to a corridor door. The wooden floor was slick in places with mold. They had to kick aside discarded cans, cigarette packets and junk one too many times. It was a wonder that the bare bulbs above could still shine yellow light down on them. They could hear murmuring coming from one of the apartment units on the top floor. There were double doors. Bossman's description was accurate. Don Exposito and his lieutenants were holed up in the penthouse suite. A natural choice. Obvious. And it would be their undoing.
Blossom crossed over to the left side of the doors while Bubbles and Buttercup remained on the right. She raised a hand, putting up three fingers before curling them up one after the other, following the seconds of a clock. Buttercup knew what it meant and braced herself. Bubbles, however, knew it only vaguely.
At zero, Blossom barged through the door, followed by Buttercup and finally Bubbles. They had taken out two guards on either side of the doors this way. Flying to the center of the penthouse living room, they hovered close to Don Exposito and about eight other men. There were a few women, even a couple of children sitting in corner seats. They barely had time to react, with some of them jumping in their seats while others to their feet, though when they realized who they were up against, they didn't draw their weapons immediately.
Blossom stared at one face after another, until she found the one she was looking for. Graying hair combed to near perfection, dark-colored eyes with huge, swollen purple bags underneath, wrinkles way before their time. Blossom thought his appearance fit the profile of a crazed, morally-bankrupt criminal very well.
"Mister Exposito?" Blossom said.
"Who the f-fuck are you?" the man answered. His nerves seemed broken from the way he was staring wildly at them. He should have known who they were by now. "And what gave you the God-damn right to come in here like you own the place!?"
"Language, Mister Expy," Buttercup warned the man, raising her carbine at him. It got him to behave pretty well.
"We would like to talk to you," Bubbles mumbled to her. If it wasn't for the tense silence, no one would have heard her. The crime family don looked around him; sweat pouring down his forehead. Blossom thought he didn't look like much of a leader. Behind him, two women were hugging their children closely, one a boy and one a girl. The rest of them were horrified. The leader of the three couldn't decide if they were prisoners or part of the family. They were dressed well, but what Bossman had said was still on the surface of Blossom's mind.
"What're you waiting for!? Shoot the bitches!" Don Exposito ordered quite suddenly, breaking the tension only for the room to explode as men raised their guns - shotguns, revolvers, and pistols - and peppered the Powerpuff Girls with bullets. Bubbles brought up her baby-blue bubble shield. Blossom and Buttercup returned fire, the former girl shooting one of them in the leg while the latter was less merciful.
"Don't kill them yet!" Blossom ordered before swooping in at the gangsters, punching one across the cheek before swiping at another with the plastic forestock of her MP5, knocking both of them off their feet and unconscious. Buttercup charged into one, who fell on top of the conference table and slide across the length of it, before speeding up to another behind him and giving him a jaw-breaking snap of her fist. Women and children were screaming in the background. It'd upset Bubbles, and in seeking a quick end to this, pounced on top of Don Exposito even while he was shooting off his revolver at her and knocked him down. Tearing his revolver away from him, she threw it aside and held him down by his upper arms.
"Don't, or they'll hurt you!" Bubbles warned the don sincerely. All around her, his men were being taken down one after another. They couldn't even last a minute, and soon enough, silence returned to the room.
When the fight was over, anticlimactic as it was, Blossom and Buttercup stood side-by-side on the Exposito conference table and surveyed their work. Every gangster in the room was on the floor, either knocked out or in too much pain to get up. Only one of them was killed - thanks to Buttercup. Blossom glared at her from a corner of her eyes because of it but decided to let it go since they came here knowing that there was a strong possibility of someone dying.
The women and children were huddled in various corners of the room. Bubbles was helping Don Exposito up just as Blossom turned to look at her.
"Good work, Bubbles," Blossom said to her meekest sister. She thought she needed encouragement. She then turned to her other sister: "Buttercup, put all the bad guys in that corner-" she pointed at the furthest end of the room, where there were no doors and windows for the Exposito men to escape through. Bubbles, put Mister Exposito with them, and move the women and kids out of the way."
The Girls got to work, lining up the gangsters along the breadth of the penthouse living room. One of them tried to escape, so Blossom had to dissuade him with her heat beam, burning up the carpet at his feet before having to put the fire out. Bubbles was gentle with Don Exposito - neither of her sisters understood why, as they thought the criminal mastermind did not deserve the treatment. After that, Bubbles would lead the few ladies in attendance by hand away from the men, some of whom declined to be touched by a 'monster', as the bravest of the ladies called her.
"Now… Bubbles is right. I want to talk to you first," Blossom said to Don Exposito as he was kneeling on the ground, before jumping off the conference table. It was strange. She didn't order the criminals to kneel or sit, but as they were coming to, they would do so. Buttercup was still flanking Blossom, XM4 Carbine still in her tiny hands, looking like a heavy machinegun in proportion to her. Some of the men were looking at her as if she was multiple times larger.
"What is there to talk about? We are criminals, and you are here to arrest us. I recognize your gear, even if they're small, and I remember who you are now. You're USDO," the don said.
"Oh no, I'm Blossom," the leader of the Powerpuff Girls said. She then waved a hand at Buttercup. "And this is Buttercup." She then pointed to Bubbles, who came up to her left after ushering the women and children to the other end of the penthouse living room. "And this is Bubbles."
"Well, 'Blossom', nothin's changed. There's nothing to talk about. Just get it over with and throw us into the slammer," Don Exposito said. Jail was the best he could hope for. He'd heard things about The Powerpuff Girls. How ruthless they could be. He heard that they had already killed dozens of cultists and many of his sort. It was ironic that they appeared like perfect little girls.
"Is it true that you're the meanest bad guy of Townsville?" Blossom questioned the man regardless of his willingness.
"That depends on who's asking," the don said. "Is it really just you? Or someone else? I am a hundred different things to a hundred different people."
Blossom tilted her head, deep in thought, having difficulty understanding Exposito's poetic reply. Her sisters weren't even trying. To Buttercup, Blossom was talking to a dead man. To Bubbles, this was all a misunderstanding and a mistake right from the start - and she didn't even trust Bossman to begin with.
"Is it true that you'll 'rape, torture and murder and do all sorts of other terrible things at the drop of a hat'?" Blossom quoted Bossman, tightening her grip on her MP5. Don Exposito's eyes seemed to widen at the accusation, as though offended.
"Who said that!?" Don Exposito exploded upon hearing it. "Little girl, who the fuck told you that!?"
"If they're even little girls…" one of his men muttered. Three pairs of glowing eyes stared him down into silence. Blossom considered the don's aggressive questions. She didn't like how he just yelled at her. It was rude. Not to mention his profuse swearing was getting on her nerves. Overall, she thought Bossman was right in every way about Don Exposito.
"The Amoeba Boys told me that," Blossom revealed. The don's eyes grew even wider, his face red with rage.
"Traitors!" the don yelled, though what he meant was lost on the Girls. "It's a fuckin' lie! I don't rape and neither does the rest of my family!"
"I said, LANGUAGE!" Buttercup bellowed at the head of the crime family, pointing her gun at him again. Blossom crossed her arms, huddling her MP5 closely. She really didn't like the man and thought that he was a big, fat liar. The way he spoke just gave it away. It had to. Who would talk like that? Curse that way? Unless he's guilty of something?
"You don't torture or murder, do you? Mister Expy?" Bubbles asked her own questions, feeling a little sorry for the man. Looking at how things had happened, she couldn't help but feel that this time around, she and her sisters were the villains here. It was entirely possible - she had made mistakes in the past too. They had barged into their home, killed a man and injured the rest, all in front of two children and possibly their wives or women who were related to them in other ways. "Please, tell Blossom you don't!"
Don Exposito regarded Bubbles for a moment as he weighed her words, his eyelids drooping a little, as though sensing that all hope was lost.
"Since the three of you are already here, it means I'm marked anyway. Doesn't matter if it's the USDO or Lombardi," the don said, his voice lowered in volume to a sigh. His change in attitude was stark. "Might as well spill the beans. Murder and torture are part of the business. But we don't do it unless we had to - and we absolutely do not rape. Don Ricci is a fucking liar!"
"I still don't understand what rape is," Bubbles said, eyes wandering to her sisters.
"Don't look at me," Buttercup said while shrugging her shoulders. But their attention soon returned to their leader sister, who was glaring intently at Don Exposito.
"How many people did you kill? How many people have you hurt?" Blossom asked. Her hands were tightening around the handle and fore-end of her MP5 that the plastic was creaking.
"I… lost count. I've spilled blood dozens of times. Over a hundred, even," the don said while straightening his back defiantly, such that he became taller than Blossom even while he was on his knees. He glared back at Blossom. "Who the fuck are you to judge, little girl!? Look at where we're living in! It's kill or be killed! I kill to defend my turf! My family! My fortune - what tiny bit we eked out! Fuck do you know!?" He spat a glob of saliva at Blossom's feet. She stepped back, but some of it had still gotten onto her boots. She was starting to really hate the man. He was uncouth, and now he had confessed to killing over a hundred. OVER A HUNDRED. She'd decided then, that he was likely lying about the rape part too - while she didn't understand what rape meant, she knew it was something bad, and it was the lying and bad attitude that offended her.
Blossom could feel her heart beating hard. The blood rushing through her veins. All sorts of violent scenes replayed in her head from the past. Her rage returned with a vengeance, and she felt like destroying everyone and anyone on the spot then. She tried her best to control it, letting go of her MP5 and letting it hang on her neck. She tried her best…
And then she drew her pistol and shot Don Exposito cleanly through the forehead, splattering blood and gray matter behind him and onto the wall.