The Souls of Fallen Angels

Chapter 1

It's been almost 2 months since those horrible days. Me and Buttercup had tried to live with it, but I was sure things weren't okay at all. Fighting crime had become much harder for us. For the last month, I had been trying to make new plans and alter the old ones. Some worked pretty well, but overall most plans were too weak. It wasn't because of how I had planned them, it was because of how many were doing them. The professor had noticed this and had tried to train us to become stronger. Neither of us weren't into that. Training didn't feel the same as before and when the professor noticed that, he offered to become Powerprof again and fight crime with us. We refused not because of the last time, but because we both felt we'd be replacing something irreplaceable: our sister. After Bubbles was buried, I was sure we'd be okay. I knew how things would be from that moment on. Her grave was the most beautiful in the cemetery. I hadn't visited her grave, though. Not after that day. Buttercup, on the hand, had visited Bubbles' grave almost every day. She always wondered why I didn't come along. I didn't answer her and so eventually Buttercup dropped the case. Our room had changed a lot. All the toys that belonged to Bubbles had been taken to the storage room and Bubbles' side of the bed had been taken to garage. Our room looked so empty with just me and Buttercup in it.

One day ago, I was trying to study in my room. The tasks were easy and yet I was having hard time with them. I didn't feel like doing any homework, so I left my room. I went to the living room and saw Buttercup watching TV. She looked so bored.

Blossom: Watching wrestling again, Buttercup?

Buttercup: No, just some stupid show. I don't know the name.

She was obviously tired. I didn't blame her. Our crimefighting had taken most of our strenght away everytime an emergency was dealt with. Small crimes were still easy, but major villains had started to be more organized. Some had started doing crime, because they had heard one of the Powerpuff Girls were dead and they thought crime would be now easier. They disappointed big time. Major villains, on the other hand, had even managed to escape due to our lack of strenght. Some villains were also terrified when they heard what had happened to Mojo Jojo and thought we had started to kill villains in order to bring peace. Those who had heard both stories didn't know what to think. I sat on the sofa next to Buttercup. The TV showed some kind of comedy show, but none of us laughed.

Buttercup: Are you bored too?

Blossom: I guess so.

Buttercup: The professor's in his lab again, isn't he?

Blossom: Yes.

The professor had been in the lab most of the days. I thought at first he was trying to get back on his feet, but later I got worried, because the professor spent too much time in his lab. He didn't even come out to cover us when it was time to go to sleep. The only time he did come out was when it was time to make us dinner. Those times started to become the only times we could talk to each other properly. I had tried to get to the lab, but the door was always firmly locked and I didn't want to disturb him.

Buttercup: (yawns)

Blossom: You're that tired, Buttercup?

Buttercup: Yeah. I'll go to bed.

She left the room. It was only half past seven, but I understood. The whole life had been so tough to us. We were lucky if there wasn't any emergencies. So far there had been two today.


As they say, third time's the charm. I sighed and hurried to the phone. When I came into my room, Buttercup had answered the phone.

Buttercup: Yeah, what is it?

As she listened, I could see how her face got pale. Obviously she had hoped some minor crime. She hung up.

Blossom: What is it?

Buttercup: A monster is attacking Townsville.

Blossom: Are you able to fight?

Buttercup: I'm tired, but I'm not THAT tired.

Blossom: Then let's go.

We flew out and went towards Townsville. This was quite surprising, because monsters hadn't attacked Townsville ever since that day. They knew we weren't in such a shape to fight anything. From far away, we could see the monster already. It was a big lizard. It's tail was destroying buildings. Since Buttercup was tired, it was best to end this quickly.

Blossom: You ready for a fast uppercut?

Buttercup: Yes.

We flew side by side fast at the creature. Just when it turned towards us, we gave it a strong uppercut, sending it flying towards the sea, but upon flying, it's tail hit me, sending me flying far away.

Buttercup: Blossom!

I didn't see where I crashed. I just wanted to keep my eyes closed and sleep right there. I suddenly felt a creepy feeling, like someone was touching my face. I thought it was just Buttercup. Her hand felt so warm. I then remembered it was cold evening and opened my eyes. There was nobody in sight. I still felt the warm spot on my face. It was then when I noticed where I had crashed: in front of the cemetery entrance. The gates were open and a cold wind blew my face. I got horrified and couldn't move. For what felt like eternity, I then felt another touch on my shoulders. I got scared and turned around. It was Buttercup. Her face looked worried.

Buttercup: You okay, Blossom? I called you many times, but you didn't answer or even move.

I looked back at the cemetery and then at Buttercup.

Blossom: I'm... fine.

Buttercup: You sure? You looked like you had seen a ghost.

She then looked at the cemetery.

Buttercup: Wanna visit her?

Seeing our sister's grave. I couldn't stomach it.

Blossom: No, I'm too tired. Let's go home and get some sleep. We have school tomorrow.

Buttercup looked at me as if I had a nose, which had just grown longer. I didn't really tell a lie. I was truly tired to go anywhere. We flew back home, changed into our night dresses and went to bed. That was one of the times I truly didn't wait. I didn't know about Buttercup, but every night I had a dream, a nightmare. I had several times wished I would have sleepless nights, but I guessed those were impossible. That night wouldn't be any different, I was sure. I slowly closed my eyes, trying to prepare for the inevitable.