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Dreams of an Absolution	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 9670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Lately, I've been
Living in my head
The rest of me is dead
I'm dying for truth"
No Way Back (Foo Fighters "In Your Honor")

Dreams of an Absolution
Chapter 23
"...healing factor is still working..."
"...lucky you arrived..."
"...she'll be fine, girls,"
The Utonium family heaved a collective sigh of relief as the doctor left the room. Professor Utonium turned to smile at his daughter, sitting upright, staring at her lap in the shock white hospital bed. She narrowed her eyes, staring down at her hands. She blinked when a gentle hand touched her lightly bandaged shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're alright, you had us worried to death, Blossom," Blossom nodded, tracing the palm of her left mitt.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Keane. I won't run off by myself again," she assured the elder woman. Ms. Keane beamed, while Buttercup flew up to Blossom's side, suddenly snatching her hand. Blossom blinked and looked up, cocking her head in confusion.
"What's wrong, Buttercup?" she asked. Buttercup bit her lip and stared at her, just as confused. She seemed torn, Blossom thought. Probably mad that Blossom had gone out on her own, but also relieved that she was alright. "I'm fine, I promise, okay?" Buttercup looked up. Blossom smiled and patted her sister's hand.
"Yeah...yeah you're fine. Just, uh, don't do it again...okay?" Blossom smiled and nodded. Buttercup smiled and moved aside so the Professor and Bubbles could talk to her. The Professor chuckled and sat down next to Blossom on the bed.
"Glad to hear it," He sighed and shook his head. Bubbles hung back, not daring to get too near to her sister. Blossom's gaze returned to her mitts. She was alright, but the same couldn't be said for the three girls she'd tried to save.
"The good news is that horrible man won't hurt anyone else..." the Professor pointed out, breaking the awkward silence. The tension only seemed to grow thicker. Buttercup and Bubbles both lowered their heads in shame. Their thirty-seven hour search hadn't turned up a thing. Maybe if they'd been quicker, Julie, Amanda, and Renee would still be alive.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save them," Blossom said suddenly, piercing the room like a siren. The Professor shook his head, stroking her hair lovingly.
"It's alright, Honey...you did your best," Blossom rubbed her hand and closed her eyes. That was the oddest thing. Her best: just what had she done to win that fight?
Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head, dulling the pain in my arm. I instinctively jerk forward, banging my head against the floor. Everything goes black for a second. I can't die here, I won't die here! I won't let him get away with this! With a desperate growl, I curl up and clutch my arm as he loads another bullet in the chamber. I grind my teeth. My growl is getting louder...my arm is gushing blood like a fountain.
Blossom groaned and rubbed her head. 'What happened after that?' she thought. Everything was a blur. Something must have happened to save her life. But...try as she might, Blossom couldn't remember anything before the doctor shining a light in her eyes.
"You look tired, Sweetie, maybe you should get some rest? You were up all night..." Ms. Keane offered. Blossom nodded. That sounded wonderful; maybe in her dreams she could find the answer.
"I could stay-" Buttercup started to say. The Professor cut her off, shaking his head. Blossom looked up in confusion. She honed in with her super hearing, catching their hushed exchange.
"You know you have a meeting with Dexter and General Adkinson, Buttercup. Let's just let Blossom take a nap, and she'll be home in time for dinner," He whispered. Buttercup looked like she wanted to protest, but one look was all it took to silence her. She nodded and the four started to make their way for the door. With a sigh, Blossom fell back on the flat hospital pillow and stared up at the blank white ceiling.
"We'll be back later, Honey," the Professor called. Blossom just waved her hand dismissively. She froze, staring at her left hand yet again. Something had happened down there; somehow, the pain in her left arm was completely gone. Blossom sighed and let her hand fall back into the sheets.
'Why is my head so foggy? It was only a few hours ago, right?' she pondered. Blossom yawned heavily and closed her eyes. Maybe a nap really was what she needed? She felt drained, but in a way she wasn't familiar with. She cracked one eye open, staring at her right wrist, at the cursed bracelet holding back her power. She hadn't felt this way since the Professor put this on her back in April.
Her attempts to nap were short lived. Just as she was starting to drift off, the door suddenly opened and the room filled with the annoying sound of short, quick steps. Blossom groaned and sat up, surprised to see Dexter of all people. He cleared his throat and pulled the chair next to her bed away. When the door slid shut, Dexter sat down and sighed, pushing his glasses up.
"Good afternoon, Blossom," he started.
"Good afternoon, Dexter...is it afternoon already?" Blossom glanced around. She hadn't noticed the clock on the wall earlier. Sure enough, it was nearing four P.M. Saturday afternoon. Dexter nodded, tightening the purple rubber gloves he always wore.
"Indeed, now, enough small talk. I am happy to see you in good health. Especially considering how you looked when we found you," Blossom blinked and looked down in deep thought. Had Dexter found her? That would make sense, right? Her bracelet did have a homing signal in it...but what did he mean?
I scream, again and again, swinging my arms with all my fury. I can't see anything, I can only feel my fists hitting someone over and over again. Something hot splatters my face. I can hear someone else screaming, I can feel the basement tremble. A hand hits the side of my face, knocking me onto my back. I snarl, trying my best to sit up. There it is again, a gun cocking. I open my eyes and find myself staring down the barrel. There is a bright flash that lights up the chamber.
"Is something wrong?" Blossom shook her head, though she was shocked. Was Dexter honestly worried about her? She looked up, blinking in surprise when she saw that he was now leaning against her bed, looking at her closely. Dexter turned bright red and stood up straight, coughing and straightening his lab coat, "My apologies, you seemed...nevermind," Blossom rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine, Dexter," He nodded.
"That is good to hear, now about what took place last night," Blossom perked up. If Dexter was one of the people who found her, just maybe.
"What happened anyway?" Dexter was caught off guard. He cleared his throat and looked away, scratching his chin.
"You mean...you don't remember? How peculiar...um...well, you see, we are not entirely sure what transpired. By the time we arrived, he was already dead," Dexter explained. Blossom fell back into her bed, glaring at the ceiling. If no one knew what happened...maybe, just maybe. She smiled and closed her eyes—just maybe her prayer had been answered.
'He was right then, there was a god watching the fight,' She giggled. Dexter cleared his throat, watching her carefully with a raised eyebrow.
"Um...so about what transpired. You see, unfortunately, you committed several crimes in pursuit of that criminal," Blossom sat upright, fire in her eyes. Dexter took a step back, swallowing hard.
"What? You can't be serious! He killed three innocent little girls! And he wasn't going to stop with just those three!" Dexter held up his hands defensively, his eyes locked on the sparking bracelet on Blossom's wrist. Blossom growled silently and held her wrist. Dexter took a deep breath and began pacing around her bed.
"Yes, yes, yes, we are aware. I am aware. Now, if you would let me finish," He glared at her, a glare that Blossom returned in spades, "You broke your probation, going out without permission. You broke into that church without a warrant. You hid your tracking beacon from the radar for about two hours. To top it all off, you killed a man," Blossom began to heat up, an argument formulating on the tip of her tongue. Dexter held up his hands again, smiling disarmingly. It was smug as any other smile he wore but...somehow kinder.
"However...in lieu of the lives at stake, I have convinced General Adkinson to pardon you off all offenses, on the condition that you refrain from superhero activity for two weeks with no exception," Blossom stared at Dexter incredulously. He smirked, hands folded behind his back.
"You mean..."
"That is correct," he interrupted, "You are suspended for two weeks. You are banned from training and you are banned from participating in superhero activities," He only smirked as he headed for the door. Blossom watched him go, still finding it hard to believe. He paused and glanced over his shoulder.
"Enjoy your two week vacation, Miss Utonium," The door slid shut. Blossom couldn't believe it. She was suspended? He...he'd done that for her? Two weeks to sleep in? Two weeks to focus on school work? Two weeks to tutor Boomer? Two weeks to...to...be with him? Blossom suddenly couldn't stop smiling, that is, until she started giggling wildly. The mystery of the night before faded as she fell back in bed, giggling uncontrollably.
"Well, well, well! Someone is in an awfully good mood!" Blossom gasped and sat up, wiping her eyes. There stood Mr. Green and...
"Uka-sensei!" Blossom shrieked, flying out of bed and throwing herself into his arms. Mr. Green laughed, while Uka-sensei struggled to pull her away. Even with her power restrained, her grip was so intense, he couldn't pry her from his neck.
"Contain yourself child! Do you wish to see Uka suffocate?" He gasped out. Blossom squealed again, burying her face in his neck, but begrudgingly loosening her hold on his neck. Uka-sensei glared at Mr. Green as the two took a seat, Uka on Blossom's bed, and Mr. Green in the guest chair.
"You're here! That...that means..." Blossom looked up, noticing that Uka-sensei was wearing the same fake necklace that he'd worn as Ikra. Mr. Green laughed out loud when Blossom screamed and began to strangle Uka with hugs again.
"That's right! In fact, Principal Durry was so anxious to invite Mr. Uka back, she got the paperwork faxed in record time," Blossom smiled up at Uka, eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy. Uka-sensei smiled softly and gave her the softest kiss on her forehead.
"I will be resuming my post on Monday, thanks to you, child," Blossom giggled and kissed his cheek shamelessly. Mr. Green glanced at the door. Uka-sensei gave Blossom one last, tight hug and set her down on the bed. Blossom wiped her eyes and sighed happily. She perked up and flew up to Uka-sensei's eye level, frustrating the demon.
"Why must you refuse to stay put, child? Settle your soul!" Blossom was somehow even more excited.
"I've been suspended from work! I'll have two full weeks off!" She exclaimed.
"We heard...you must be so disappointed," Mr. Green said with a wry smile. Blossom beamed, at last staying put, lying back in her bed. Uka-sensei tucked the sheets around her and climbed to his feet.
"We cannot stay long, unfortunately. The visiting rules are much stricter for our kind," As he started to go, Blossom grabbed his hand. He turned back, staring into her big rosy eyes.
"Thank you," Uka-sensei blinked, trading a glance with Mr. Green.
"For what, Blossom?" Blossom beamed.
"For saving my life last night," Uka-sensei chuckled and shook his head. Blossom stared at him in shock, not even blushing when he kissed her forehead again.
"That was not Aku's doing, child," Blossom watched the two monsters leave. She slowly looked down at her left hand. There it was...so vague and foggy...somewhere in the back of her mind. What had happened last night? Who killed that man?
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I drop to my knees, holding my arm; it doesn't hurt anymore. My vision is blurry, obscured by the hot, sticky blood streaming down my face. I lick my lips, flinching at their metallic taste. I blink my eyes and it seems to be an eternity before I open them again. I can't take my eyes away from him, he looks so pathetic now. His body is in shreds and his face is battered into a purple mass. Even in the dark, even as weak as I feel, I can see every drip of blood slowly spilling out onto the floor. That stupid, miserable man is dead: I killed him.
I slowly look down at my bloody left hand, then slowly left my gaze drift back to the gaping hole in his chest. Light floods the basement chamber. I can hear voices, familiar voices. Then I hear it, a scream I know all too well. I can feel her hands on me; I can hear her voice. But...I can't take my eyes away from his body. He's dead, and I killed him.
'No...' I think with a smile saved only for myself, 'I slaughtered him,'
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