Chapter 9

Blossom awoke once more to find a note by bed. It read:

Blossom-

I have brought you some of your clothes from your house, which is to say, I snuck in without your sisters and the Professor knowing; which is to say they did not know I was there and is to say they did not see me.

Mojo

Blossom read the note carefully. She then went to the dresser drawer and found a pink, long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, along with a pair of black shoes. She put them on, along with her bow and walked outside to find Mojo in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He then noticed her.

"Ah, I see you are up. I trust you slept well, by that I mean, did you sleep okay?" said Mojo.

"Uh, yeah, I did," said Blossom, as Mojo sat some pancakes down in front of her.

"Now, I trust you are wondering why you are here," said Mojo. "Well, you see, I have thought about this since you and your sisters have become heroes and I have become a villain, which is to say, since we have become enemies. But now, I feel you are good enough to be my equal, which is to say, I want you by my side as my soon-to-be bride and Queen."

Blossom nearly choked on her breakfast, "What?!"

"You heard me. I did not stammer or stutter. If I am to rule Townsville, I must have a Queen. With you as my bride and wife, I would have a lineage and immortality. Therefore, you will be my wife. You may come to me whenever I call for you, whether you enjoy it or not is your affair, not mine. But, I think you will," said Mojo.

Blossom then flew out of her chair and headed for the door, but Mojo took out a laser and zapped her; causing her to fall to the floor.

"That was a foolish move you pulled, Blossom. If you do not agree to it, you will lose some people close to your heart. Which is to say, they will be gone," said Mojo.

Blossom sighed in defeat. "How long will you give me to decide?" Blossom asked.

Mojo stared at the pink-eyed 18-year-old, "I will give you a week; and one more thing, you will not have your super powers, so that if you escape, I can find you," said Mojo. Mojo then took a syringe out of his cape and took hold of Blossom's arm.

"No, not antidote X!" she said.

"It's for your own good," Mojo said, as he pricked her arm with the needle.

Blossom felt weak. Mojo took ahold of her and lead her over to the table and sat her down in the chair. "Eat. You will feel much better and regain some strength in your body," said Mojo.