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"Oh, hi Brandon!" I say with a nervous laugh and a wave. Bubbles backs up behind me with a nervous smile.

"Enjoying the show?" Brandon sneers, his smile cruel and evil. Bubbles' hand grips to mine and Brandon leans forward. "Boomer."

"Eh he he..." I laugh nervously and turn, dragging Bubbles through the crowd.

"Get back here!" Brandon yells. I push away some more people as something pulls against me. I turn and see Brandon has Bubbles other arm, smiling evilly at me.

"Bubbles!" I. Yell, gripping to her hand. Brandon starts to pull her towards him and I dig my feet into the ground, pulling her to me.

"Ahhh! Boomer!" Bubbles cries out, her arms reaching their limits. I stare at her and tightly close my eyes, letting one finger slide from my grasp.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, releasing her hand. Bubbles let's our a panicked scream as she falls into Brandon's arms. Instantly he grabs her, turns and flies off, leaving me in a crowd of angry foreigners.

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"Lemme go!" I scream, kicking and punching. Brandon dodges my failed attempts and grabs my ankle, dropping me from his arms. I scream as the floor comes towards me until I feel Brandon's grip tighten and I stay in that awkward position.

I sigh in defeat and close my eyes. If only I had my powers. I wouldn't be suck dead weight. I couldn't help Boomer, and I certainly couldn't help myself. If only we hadn't...

"Is this really necessary?" I ask Blossom nervously, twirling my fingers subconsciously. Blossom emerges from the trunk she was digging through and grunts at me, heading to the counter.

"In other words, yes," Buttercup says, hopping off a shelf with a sad look and going into a closet. I frown and glance at the entrance of the lab where the boys were waiting for us to cook dinner.

"Ah ha!" Blossom says happily, holding up a dull gray liquid. She smiles triumphantly and trots over to a table, setting it between the two of us.

"What is it?" I ask curiously, bending down and looking into the murky grayness. You couldn't see anything in it!

"A forgetful potion. I was hoping Professor still had it," Blossom says with a proud smile. I frown and stand up, looking at Blossom.

"Blossom I don't want Boomer to forget me," I whisper, tears threatening to fall. Blossom smiles sadly and grabs my hand, her soft warm glow sending chills down my back.

"I know, but we have to. It's for his own good," Blossom says back, giving me a light squeeze before taking her hand back.

"Got it!" Buttercup says, emerging from the closet with some cables and a device. Blossom nods sadly towards the restricting tables and Buttercup heads over there.

"Ready?" Blossom asks me, her pink eyes softening. I stare at the silver tables and leather bands fearfully, but nod my head slowly.

"I'm ready."

I blink away tears and feel my head pound with the rush of blood. I groan and look down to see the sands under us has changed to swamps and dark trees. We fly over them and I see a large silver...castle?

Brandon flies down and drops me onto the floor. I gasp and roll into my stomach, brushing away strands of loose blonde hair. Brandon stands before me, frowning deeply.

"Come on," he says emotionlessly, grabbing my wrists and dragging me violently to my feet. He drags me to the castle and through the gates, into a great hall. In the great hall Mojo sits on a throne, a crown adorning his head.

"Ah! My youngest daughter! Where is my son?" Mojo asks Brandon. Brandon bows lowly and I raise a confused eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, sir, he let the girl go," Brandon says lowly, standing back up. Mojo releases a long sad sigh and turns to me.

"I guess your prince didn't live you as much as you thought," he says with a small ounce if humor. I frown at him and fold my arms

"He did it because he loves me!" I fight, taking a step towards him. A couple of robots appear out of nowhere and block me with extended arms, eyes glowing red.

"Love for you or for himself...so hard to tell the two apart, don't you agree?" Mojo smiles with an evil laugh.

"I did it for him!" I scream, anger bubbling up in my chest.

"Of course you did," Mojo agrees with a modest look. "But don't you think there was even an ounce of selfishness in there? No powers, no problem I guess!"

I take a few deep breaths and glare at him, my hatred seething out of me.

"Anyway we have more rather pressing matters to talk about. Say, the coming of a certain pink eyed girl's death," Mojo says, examining his nails with a bored look. My stomach clenches and the hatred turns into stone cold fear.

"Blossom?" I whisper, more to myself. "What did you do to her?"

"I have done nothing," Mojo says, putting his hands up into the air. "Yet."

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her!" I scream, pushing past the robots and running up to Mojo. The robots act quickly and grab my arms, holding me back.

"Oh I wouldn't worry about me. I won't be doing anything," Mojo says nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair. The robots pick me up and turn towards a door. I start to scream and kick, trying to break from their steely grip. "But I am nor the only one who want her dead."

"You're horrible!" I seethe, glaring overt shoulder at him.

"Bring me Miss. Blossom please, and take Miss. Bubbles to her cell!"

So it will be ending soon my darlings! I hope you like this chapter and enjoy the next. I must warn you though, next one will be sad. Check it out! Read, Vote, enjoy!