Endless Possibilities

Endless Possibilities

The Madness of Mojo Jojo Pt. 3

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“It's finished...yes my perfect creation! My greatest invention is completed! What did I see before? Was it...really Octi? No...I'm so confused...so scared...my triumph...no, that is wrong. It is incorrect, inaccurate and furthermore...insulting...” Mojo walked away from his creation, now whirring and, somehow creating an ominous stillness in the ruined laboratory. What happened? I...something is different...somehow it's even quieter than before...w-what...The scientist pressed his hands against the tube, eyes hungrily tracing her body.

“You...are perfect. If such a creature without flaw could ever walk this world, it would pale by comparison to you. So powerful, so intelligent...so beautiful. You are the greatest creation of man, the final fantasy...the pathetic little girl...I'm such a weakling...is that why you ran away? Because you saw me...vulnerable? Is that why you don't...you, Blossom,” Mojo shuddered. There it was again, that wonderful, gloriously wicked feeling. Her name was the most potent poison, the most delicious wine. He whispered it, over and over again. His eyes never left her beautiful, perfect body.

“You are beautiful...and I love you...yes I've said, the words have passed my lips. This secret, shall be held inside me no longer!” Mojo stumbled from the tube, huddling over his work table and finishing the last designs on his greatest plan. An albatross landed next to Mojo, leaning over his shoulder and watching him closely. He chuckled and crumpled up his blue print, staring at it with red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes.

I keep trying to open my eyes again but...I'm too weak now. Where are my sisters? Girls, please come for me! Please, please look for me! Please, I want you to save me...Mojo stalked his garbage-ridden observatory. He walked with a slight limp, relaxing and walking normal again with slight effort. The air stank horribly, dark stanks covered the walls, floor, piles of refuse strewn about carelessly. The albatross flew overhead. Mojo sat down at his desk, fingers digging into his fantastical drawings and sketches. He reached into the desk and pulled out a photograph, one of him and the girls at the zoo. I'm sorry I'm a bad sister just please...I want to wake up again...I can't give up...no I have to be strong, have to be so strong. I clenched my body tightly, every ounce of my strength going to opening my eyes. My eyelids fluttered and slowly I managed to force them open.

An elephant trumpeted and stomped through the lab, the albatross landing on its head. They both stood over the simian scientist, looking up only to greet the dark red lion approaching. The lion nodded and sat down directly behind Mojo, glistening-green eyes almost grinning. Its long black, sharp tail swung forward and gently fell on Mojo's shoulder.

“I love you Blossom Utonium. No one is like you, no one could ever replace, no one could even COMPARE to you. You are unique, perfect, one-in-a-million...you are special. Special to me. Special to Mojo Jojo...I gasped, staring in awe at the sights before me. I couldn't make out anything of my surroundings. The orange liquid stung my eyes, but I was too tired to even cry out in pain...somehow. Somehow I was able to see certain things perfectly. Clear as day...just as I had seen Octi. There were...animals...all of them were red, with pink frills and glowing green eyes. What in the world Mojo sneezed and sighed, sitting back in his seat, a satisfied smile on his face. He threw the soiled photograph to the floor, hands dropping to his sides.

“You are my muse, my inspiration...my nemesis and my nightmare! Yes...this is not to be my victory. This is to be our victory. Our triumph. Our greatest moment, yes Blossom. I cannot wait to crush your beautiful, perfect face...” Mojo's red stapler looked around, hopping to the edge of the desk and scurrying into the darkness. It proceeded to brutally beat the printer, knocking it to the floor where the case cracked and splintered. The stapler followed and forced open the paper chute, violently shoving its lower half in over and over again. Red ink spilled from the printer, trickling over the floor where it began to swerve and sweep, creating intricate, sophisticated designs.

This can't be happening...this has to be a dream...please let me wake up. Please no...no my eyes are getting heavy...I don't want to go back to sleep, please don't! No! Please! I don't want to! I want to wake up! I can't go out again! Someone! SAVE ME! The lion chuckled and turned to face the tube where Blossom was kept. A wicked smile spread across its lips. The albatross flew from the elephant's head, and draped its wings, tying them tightly, around Mojo's neck. An ear-shattering scream echoed through the laboratory WHAT WAS THAT and the albatross went limp, blood pouring from its mouth.

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die Mojo stood up, walking back through the laboratory. The elephant started to follow, but the lion turned on it, slitting its throat and knocking it to the ground. The red-furred predator tore into the elephant's side, ripping open its stomach, tugging out its intestines and splattering its blood all over the floor. The lion lifted its massive paw, slowly crushing the elephant's head. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die The bones splintered, the sound of liquid squeezing between sharp claws and dribbling on the floor, as the elephant uttered one last cry. With a sudden stomp down, the lion crushed the elephant's skull.

“Where is it...it should be here, as here is where I left it, therefore in this area is where it should be...” The lion stalked passed Mojo, sitting down and delicately licking the blood from his paws. Its green eyes shifted, landing on a device in the corner. A gun I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die. Mojo turned over the pile of metal, grinning viciously as he hefted the gun into his arms. He shifted it to positive and marched to the glass tube. Blossom's eyes were barely, just barely cracked open. He could see her trembling pink irises; his grin grew wider. He walked with a slight limp.

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die. The lion watched, an arrogant smirk on his face. Green eyes, glowing maliciously in the darkness, watching her every move. Mojo slowly and menacingly pressed a series of keys on his console. Blossom screamed in shock as the liquid began to drain and she soon found herself suspended, like a puppet, by the chords rammed into her body. As they started to tug, blood began to seep from the incision points, trickling to the floor. Mojo stalked in front of her, but Blossom—her eyes could barely stay open—could only see one thing. Octi sitting on a table, watching her with a smirk.

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die Mojo approached her, lightly fondling her cheek, his hand slipping down across her bare body. Blossom trembled violently, the chords tearing deeper into her arms, legs, and sides. She slowly turned away from Octi, staring into Mojo's warped gaze. Behind him, the lion watched hungrily.

“The time is now...Powerpuff Blossom,” Mojo lifted up the gun and leveled it with her face. Blossom trembled, uttering a soft whine. The lion seemed to be laughing; Octi seemed to be grinning.

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!