Evil

Evil

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Chapter 2:

Him – 10 Years Later

Darkness pervaded every corner of the great expanse. She closed her eyes, and found comfort in the ever so slightly brighter blackness that greeted her. She shuddered violently, biting her lip as she felt cold fingers trailing across her bare arm. She gasped as the fingers slid down her side, gently brushing against her thigh. Her heart began to pound, she held her breath, as the fingers slid up her nightgown. She felt the fingers getting closer and closer to her quickly moistening vagina. She shook her head violently; her breathing became harsh and panicked. A sudden sharpness shot through her, a frigid cold that shocked her out of her heady bliss.

Dark talons tore her nightgown apart, leaving her naked in the infinite abyss. Her eyes snapped open, and she began to gasp violently. A cold sweat broke out over her searing hot skin. Pink-eyes stared blankly, watching dark tendrils reach out from the void. She licked her lips, panting heavily. A freezing cold finger drifted over her stomach. She arched her back and moaned loudly. A second finger touched the sole of her foot, making her entire leg jerk violently. Slowly it traveled up her ankle, across her calve, and up her thigh. She clenched her eyes shut and grit her teeth.

She felt a strange sensation, like freezing water being poured over her. Her teeth chattered, her eyes clenched tighter. She struggled to move, but found herself unable. Dark tendrils wrapped around her wrists, pulling them apart. Similar tendrils wrapped around her ankles, stretching her wide, open to the assault of their kin. The helplessness of the situation finally sank in. Terror struck a chord deep within her. She gasped, her eyes snapping open, staring wide straight ahead. Dark fingers tickled across her stomach.

Shh...just close your eyes...and let me in...

She hesitated, just for a moment, before closing her eyes and moaning loudly as the dark tendrils slid across her hips. Two lapped at the lips of her vagina, begging for entry. Her heartbeat raced, begging her to give in. She shook her head, panting harder and harder. She felt a tendril caress her cheek and leaned into it. The frigid sensation was a welcome change to how hot and wet she felt. The tendril played across her neck, then looped down and brushed across her nipples. She arched her back and gave a deep groan. The tendrils licking at her vagina seemed to react with more vigor. One began to slowly work its way inside. The gentle probing and tickling left her in a hazy fog, struggling to stay in control of herself. She clenched her teeth hard and shook her head yet again.

Again she screamed, feeling as if ice water had been poured over her body. She trembled, out of breath and gasping for air. Another tendril seemed to have discovered her insignificant chest, and was now playing with her other nipple. She whimpered and tugged at her limbs. Her body felt like it was on fire, sweat streak down her face. She licked her lips and tensed. New tendrils reached out and began to play with her body. Some stroked teasingly across the soles of her feet, others trailed sensually over her thighs and stomach. Every touch stung like a sharp electrical shock, yet every same touch sent a chilly warmth through her body. Her body was at its limit: rigid, every muscle screaming. She bit her lip hard, spilling blood down her chin.

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Blossom sat up, breathing heavily and quickly covering her mouth. She looked around the dark bedroom, spotting both of her sisters' sleeping forms. She sighed in relief, putting her hand down and wiping off her sweaty forehead. Blossom blinked and licked her lip, frowning and quickly wiping the blood away.

'That dream...where did that come from? Oh geez...that was so...ugh disturbing,' Blossom sat back on her haunches, looking at the ceiling. She looked over at her clock, looking away after catching sight of the time.

'6:30...it's too early for even Bubbles to be up...I don't know if I can get back to bed though...' Blossom mulled over the decision to sleep or not to sleep, but eventually conceded to getting up and starting her day. She neatly folded her sheets and adjusted her pillows. She left as quietly as possible, first snatching up a clean set of clothes. She heard the coffee pot running downstairs. At least she hadn't woken up before the Professor, that would have been awkward. Blossom locked herself in the bathroom, checking her lip. Like always, it had healed already.

“What in the world was that about?” Blossom put her hands on her hips and looked off to the side, trying to recall the specifics of the dream. Nothing in particular came back to her, no details at least. She did feel herself getting a little worked up. She shook her head and pulled off her nightgown, pausing for a moment to notice the tear on the corner.

“Wow...I must have been thrashing around something fierce...how in the world did I not wake Bubbles or Buttercup?” Blossom slid out of her panties, frowning and lowering her head. She threw her nightwear in the clothes basket and turned on her searing hot shower. Hopefully she could burn herself into thinking straight again. Not likely, but wishful thinking never hurt anyone.

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Blossom sneaked out the bathroom window after getting dressed, her new book in tow. She had started reading it the night before...finding it bewitchingly fascinating. She opened it to where she'd stopped the night before, about five chapters in. She rolled over onto her back and began to read it as she lazily flew through the early morning air.

A witch? They truly believed this pitiful creature to be a witch? This pathetic young thing, her naked body caked with dirt and dried blood. Staring at her, seeing the black-haired wretch weeping in misery and shame, I couldn't help but feel something similar to fondness for her. If this was a maiden of Satan, I'd be shamed to see how a servant of God would react in such a condition.

“Lass...tell me, is it true? What they've said?” The wretch looked up at me. Seeing her eyes, one blue, the other green, encased in black, I thought for a moment...maybe they are correct? She sobbed and lowered her head.

“I'm no witch...please, believe me,” I shook my head and turned away. How could I know the demon wouldn't turn on me if I chose to believe in her?

Blossom frowned and closed the book, turning downward and descending on the park. She yawned and took a seat on a bench, crossing her legs and returning to her book. She blinked and frowned. The air had stopped entirely. The entire park was devoid of sound. No sound of squirrels or birds, no early morning joggers, absolutely nothing broke the stiff silence. Blossom shut her book sharply, setting it in her lap. She uncrossed her legs and sat, searching her not-so-empty surroundings.

“...I know this feeling...where have you been?” Blossom narrowed her eyes, refusing to let him unnerve her. She heard a barely audible giggle.

You're still so good at this game...I'm flattered you remember me...

“Don't patronize me...you're the only person who ever favored slithering around like a snake over rushing out, guns blazing, like an idiot,” The sky darkened, the park taking on an eerie red hue. He appeared, first as trail of scarlet steam, laced with black tendrils, solidifying in front of her as the slender Satan she remembered. Him grinned, casually bowing once their surroundings returned to normal.

“Dear little Blossom, it has been far, far too long since we last spoke!” Blossom narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, looking away. Him smiled and casually sat down next to her, crossing his legs and folding his claws on his knee. Blossom glanced at him, a warning glare. Him just continued grinning, a goblin's grin if ever there was one.

“What made you decide to come back? It's been-” Him cackled and nodded, stroking his goatee.

“Why nearly six years to the day since we last spoke...I believe in just twelve days it will be exactly six years, yes?” Blossom nodded, tensed and ready to thwart the devil, should he try anything. Her apprehension didn't escape his notice. Him's grin became a little darker, his leer a little more sinister.

“Why Blossom...you seem so uptight...perhaps you should...loosen up?” The last words came out in a hissing whisper. Blossom swallowed and glared harder at him, clenching her fists. Him remained as casual as ever, leaning back and watching the empty sky. No birds were flying on that particular morning.

“Why are you here? And why have you been gone for so long?” Him put his arms behind his head and addressed her with such off-handed nonchalance that Blossom's hackles rose.

“You should be glad I disappeared...after that last little exchange,” Him chuckled, covering his mouth daintily. Blossom froze, quickly tearing her eyes away from him. She felt him primping; she never felt so vulnerable as she did when he was around. And now, without her sisters to come to her defense, there was little she could do to face him.

“You're avoiding the question...why are you back?” Him cleared his throat, smirking at her. His eyes trailed her long red hair, over the practical blouse and skirt she wore. The devil's smirk became a grin, his eyes drilling into her.

“Why...you're the reason I've come back...I've been waiting a long, long time, Blossom,” Quick as lightning, Blossom shut up from her seat, taking several steps back. Her book fell to the ground carelessly; her hands flew up defensively. Her pink eyes were narrowed in defiance, her deceptively strong body flexed and ready for battle, her delicate heart banging like a piston in her chest. Her cheeks had the slightest of a pink tint to them.

“What...what do you mean? What's that supposed to mean?” Him turned to her, leaning forward and resting one cheek on his claw. He casually traced her figure in the air with his other claw.

“What does it sound like?” Blossom swallowed hard and took another step back. She quickly stood up straight, firmly planting her feet on the ground. He only smiled more fondly. He lightly traced her large head, her big eyes, every delicate and freakish detail of her physique. Blossom felt her cheeks heating up, becoming increasingly self-conscious with every second he spent scrutinizing her figure.

“W...What?” Him just shook his head, chuckling.

“It's fascinating, what you grew into. Not at all what most expected, I'm sure,” Blossom frowned and crossed her arms, looking away. Of all the creatures to criticize her appearance, it would be the flowery gender-confused demon.

“...Yeah I get it, I'm not terribly attractive by society's standards. Is that all you came here to say?” Him grinned and shook his head, continuing to trace her features in the air.

“Of course not...in fact that's not what I was saying at all; quite the opposite of what I was implying, really,” Blossom blushed furiously and lowered her defenses, staring at him incredulously. The demon saw his opening and rose, crossing the distance between them. That snapped her back into reality. Blossom brought her fists up, though it didn't matter much when he was already toe-to-toe with her.

At such close range, the difference in height seemed all the more dramatic. Him stood well over six and a half feet tall, whereas Blossom reached just barely five feet tall, no more and no less. He continued to leer at her, but the Powerpuff leader refused to be intimidated, standing her ground. He softly caressed her cheek with his claw. Blossom shivered, still refusing to back away. This only seemed to encourage the villain.

“I waited a very long time to see you like this, but I knew it would be worth it...” Blossom kept eye contact, though she desperately wished she could look away from his piercing green eyes.

“See me like this? Grown up? There was that time with the...” Him smiled condescendingly and tipped his head to the side.

“Oh no...that's not what I mean at all, little Blossom. See you...” Him's claw drifted up her side, lightly touching between her breasts, “Like this...surely you've noticed?” Blossom blushed and finally pulled away. Her pride was sore at giving in, but she didn't dare risk a game of chicken with the evilest of evil. Blossom looked down at her chest, touching the spot where Him had poked.

“What?” Him cackled and turned around, a gay and jubilant spring in his step. He spun around swinging his arms in an flamboyant manner.

“Oh Blossom! Don't be so coy! Surely you've noticed the...darkness inside you...” The sudden shift from his hissing, haunting voice to his rumbling, horror-inspiring voice shocked her. Blossom looked up, quickly meeting his gaze; fear was apparent on her face, while a look of smug satisfaction graced his.

“D-Darkness? What on Earth are you saying?” Him laughed quietly, covering his mouth with his claw.

“So that's how the game will play, is it? You've chosen to deny it...but you'll see...oh you'll see so very soon, little Blossom,” Him sprung into action, appearing instantly in front of Blossom. He held her wrists painfully, his nose pressing against her face. His breath literally burning her face.

“You'll see...that we're not so different...you and I...” Blossom flinched and tried pulling away. Hard as she tugged, the demon wouldn't give in the slightest. She turned a panicked glance at him, a glance met by one of sinister delight. Him laughed, low and quaking. Blossom could almost feel the Earth rumbling beneath her feet, like a frightened child.

He pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers. She felt a cold shudder go through her. Blossom suddenly felt warm and shaky. She began to sweat; her legs began to itch. Her breaths escalated into frenzied, harsh gasps. He continued to stare at her with a malicious grin. Blossom tensed up, pressing her legs together tightly. Her heart felt ready to explode from her chest. Her blood felt as though it was on fire. Blossom licked her lips.

And in an instant everything was back to normal. Him gently pulled away, giggling in his high, flute-like voice once more. Blossom suddenly felt cold and irritated. She stumbled back, leaning against a water fountain. She'd felt this way before, after stopping the criminal the day before. Blossom panted and took a long drink from the fountain. Him watched, his leer ever present and ever smug. Blossom stood up straight, coughing and wiping off her mouth. She glared back at him, ready to fight again.

“I'm nothing...nothing like you. You're a monster,” Him blinked and proceeded to burst into laughter. Blossom glared, fighting back a snarl. He'd played on her fear earlier, she wouldn't dare let him play on her anger now. Him wiped his eyes and stood up, narrowing his eyes.

“So you say now...oh but Blossom...there is still so much you have to learn about yourself...” The sky began to darken, the world took on an unearthly red hue. Slowly Him's body began to evaporate into red mist. His mouth stopped moving, but his grin remained until the very end.

So much about us both that I can't wait to teach you! Hahahaha!

The red mist faded away, though that awful laugh remained. Blossom panted, looking around for any sign of the demon. Like a light being turned up, the red hue faded and the world resumed normal function. The air was filled with the sound of birds chirping and squirrels running around. In the distance, Blossom could hear a few joggers and their blaring mp3 players. Blossom stooped down and picked up her book, looking at the cover. It depicted a young woman, naked and covered in blood. Looming over her was a monstrous black shadow. Surrounding her were several shadows, their backs turned on her plight. Scars covered the young woman's body, bloody lacerations on her arms and legs. She'd clearly been beaten, her eyes both black and bruises covered where blood hadn't. Melissa stared at the reader, her eyes full of fear and hurt. Blossom swallowed and licked her lips