Trying something new.
-1. Ponder
She couldnt help but feel happy. His downfall, was a sign of the beginning of a new Townsville. People would be better off...right? Was the end of Evil a good thing? What would she do now?
Normally, one would be happy that they had taken down the embodiment of sin itself, but she slightly regretted it.
Blossom couldn't help but respect the orchestrated madness that Him had conducted with such mastery. To what would have seemed like a abstract shitstorm to her, was but a perfected familiarity with him.
Of course, she knew of his horrid nature, but hidden behind his appearance was one of the best villians that she'd ever defeat.
She could feel her throat burn as she gulped down her third glass for the night. The scorching sensation made her feel so alive. The glass in her hand shattered as she stared into the night sky. The peices fell to the ground in disarray, normally she would care, but today was different. She looked at them, almost in awe. The moon refelcted in the shattered peices, it was almost as if the stars descended to earth in their own way.
The shards were stars, in their own way.
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- 2. Juxtapositions
They had more in common then she'd like to admit. His clever sneers bit at her, even in the wake of his demise.
But she knew it wouldnt ever stop. He'd torment her until he bought her to hell as well. The Powerpuff Girls would do eternal battle with Him, that they all knew. No one particularly minded it much, it was something they had all realised.
And they'd fight each other.
"Oh yes we will..." she slurred as she slowly walked along the suburbs, forgetting herself.
"We will keep on fighting." she muttered. "...I hate...you..."
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-3. Isolation
Blossom sat down on the tree stump, puzzled. The question on her mind, was still prominent. Even after all of those years prior.
Could she bring back Him?
She knew her sisters were against the idea. They moved on easily, and forgot about their childhoods. They were ungrateful.
She tsked, and looked into the ground. She always wondered how much it'd take to dig herself to hell. Maybe, she'd find that out one day. Maybe, she just needed one last look at him to finally move on and forget the devil, until they met again.
But she didn't know how she would forget the man who gave her purpose. She didn't know how to live on.
A book on the topic of necromancy sat in her lap, and she pondered her sanity. Was she still a leader? Even as she was now?
She still was. And she'd lead her team courageously into the pits of hell.
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-4. Ashes to Smoke
The puffy grey clouds flew over her head. The sharp tabacco smell filled the bathroom, her head slack against the wall, puffing away. Her cigarette lighter in her hand and the packet in her shoe, it was a classic hiding spot.
Blossom's sullen pink eyes glared into smoky air, angry at herself. Her life was a mess, and it was all because of him. He was a problem, even when dead.
Him was her life.
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-5. Yonder
She just took the pills an hour ago. She'd be gone by midnight. Her body dragged itself inside the house, falling onto the couch, draping the old family blanket over herself.
She stared at the TV, not caring much for the news. But the background chatter kept her company enough, more than her stubborn sisters.
But if you wanted something done right, you'd have to do it yourself.
Slowly, her eyes began to close, and her mind began to fade. And finally, she lay silent. Her body cold. Her hairs flew limply over her corpse.
She had returned to him.
I tried something new.