Around them, time roared. Barasia could barely hear a thing against the rumbling howling noises around her, and could barely feel a thing against the burning pain in her arm. Bell was still coming at her, even as time tunnels began to open. If Barasia's assessment was right, she had already lost. The time vortex they were in was slowly winding down, and the tunnels would all lead back to the present. But only one out of the so many around her would lead her back to Megaville. But she had accomplished much already. The Powerpuffs were dead, as was that little timeboy. She knew she had accomplished much today. But there was one little problem,
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Ch100: Reunification Ending
This is where he had been all this time. Bell hadn't heard from Zim in some time before he had sent his loyal yet somewhat simple assistant up to rescue Bell from the doomed starship, plucking her free just before it and everything within it were annihilated. He hadn't been plotting another farfetched scheme that involved his one vs humanity's millions of millions in the hope of global conquest. Instead he'd been here, in secrecy, minding his own business up until a few days ago. Bell glanced at the greyish dirt on her hands. How long had it been since she had been here? How long since herself and Zim had been here... after it had been utterl
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Ch35: Lifelines conclusion by Griddles, literature
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Ch35: Lifelines conclusion
Around them, time roared. Barasia could barely hear a thing against the rumbling howling noises around her, and could barely feel a thing against the burning pain in her arm. Bell was still coming at her, even as time tunnels began to open. If Barasia's assessment was right, she had already lost. The time vortex they were in was slowly winding down, and the tunnels would all lead back to the present. But only one out of the so many around her would lead her back to Megaville. But she had accomplished much already. The Powerpuffs were dead, as was that little timeboy. She knew she had accomplished much today. But there was one little problem,
When the console started beeping, the Doctor stared in total shock. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung open at what he was seeing. His fists slowly clenched, his eyes narrowed and his gape turned into a scowl of fury. He started to growl as the beeping continued,, before he slammed his fists on the console and shouted "Oh, NOW you've bloody done it!" His outburst made jack and Cranston look at him oddly. At that moment the console lights began to flicker and a depressing powerdown hum came from somewhere around the middle of the large console. "Noots!" the Doctor hissed, "I don't believe this."
"What's wrong?" asked Cranston, as Jack move
Beautiful seemed to weak a word. The innards of time seemed to be something out of a painting, or what Bell imagined a masterpiece painting to be like. All around her seemed to swirl and dance about her little body like a playful breeze. Humans would get motion sickness watching this. She was the only white thing around, the huge realm instead filled with swirling, almost gaseous auroras of browns, reds and oranges at one end of the colour spectrum, before another vortex would open, spewing out blues and purples and violets. No human could ever experience this. Bell was certain this would stay with her forever. In the distance she could see s
"Let me have a look at that." Bell softly told her crying sister. Reluctantly, Breannin allowed Bell to inspect what remained of her hand. Her middle finger outwards were missing, and her thumb and pointer were hanging limply off the twisted remains of metal and wiring thanks to a few loose cords or metal ligaments still attached to the arm. It looked pretty bad. Breannin was crying, and it was the first time Bell had ever seen her do so. Bell gently wiped away the oil on the girl's face and pulled the slightly shorter gynoid into a hug, "You've fought so well, Bree... you dunno just how proud I am of you." Bell kissed her sister's cheek, and
Buttercup's hands were so worn out from punching that they felt numb, but it was nothing compared to her left leg. Occaisionally she glanced down at her once white sock, to see it drenched in her own blood where Barasia had shot her. Buttercup couldn't land anymore. Her leg was ruined, and the bone within damaged. It was so painful she could barely feel it. The best she had done so far to Barasia was scratch her cheek with one of her fingernails. Overall, she had done nothing, as the little black girl was simply too good. She had expected as much, but the thought of seeing her sisters and Jack again seemed not so bad. But fighting was what Bu
Bell groaned as the world came to her in a blurry picture of whites and blues. She rubbed her eyes as she rested against something solid yet slippery. When her vision cleared, she saw that she was on a huge ice sheath, floating amongst dozens of others on the icy blue seas of northern Canada, with a clear blue sky overhead. Her face ached, and she couldn't remember much of what had happened. All she remembered was Barasia. Barasia, and that boy. Beast. Where was he? She slowly got to her feet. Her legs were wobbly. How long had she been out? She brought a hand to her head and groaned. Headache...
Suddenly a face dropped down in front of her,
As Bulldog hovered nearby, serving as crowd control, Barasia smirked as she watched the smoke and dust clear. There was nothing left of Blossom now. The explosion had completely consumed her body, not even a smouldering plush toy typical of her 'All Things Nice' ingredient left to burn. All of her was gone. Barasia wasn't complaining. In fact, she felt more like laughing aloud. It had been way too simple! If this was the way the other Puffs fought, then she had no trouble with killing-
"Blossom!" Buttercup wailed, tears forming in her eyes. It was a rare thing to see her cry, but Barasia had done it with a simple gun blast. The green Puff st
There was a rush of wind as Breannin ducked, Bleak sailing over her head, his menacing, claw-like hands nearly grabbing her head and surely dooming her. Below them was typical afternoon Megaville, with cars going about their drives and workers doing their daily routine, taking no notice of the two blue-haired fighters high up. Breannin was trying her hardest, but Bleak seemed to be superior to her in almost every way. It was only her incredible speed that had prevented her face from ending up as a pancake on Bleak's knuckles. The sky was growing cloudy, a thunderstorm possibly on the way. Rain had no effect on Breannin, but she was curious as
She had no idea how long she had been chasing him northwards now, but Bell was getting pretty sick of tailing the white-haired boy everywhere. Apart from wearing a sweatband instead of a hairband and ribbons, and having a rather crude cybernetic body instead of skin and some reasonable clothes. Bell quite liked her dress and she wondered what kind of clothes a Cyberuff would wear if Barasia had bothered to design any for them. She tried to picture it, but couldn't. Maybe, she thought, some people just aren't meant to be like us.
Below them was ice now, and if Bell's senses could tell the difference between hot and cold she would no doubt be
With an infuriated cry, Buttercup sent her fist straight at Barasia, only to have it collide with Barasia's open palm with a loud WHACK. Barasia threw the girl aside just as Bubbles launched a kick at the black girl's face. Barasia ducked, slamming her own foot onto Bubbles' head and swatting her away. Blossom shot at her from behind, and with a flash of light bounced off Barasia's shield. Dexter watched from the ground, knowing that he would need the perfect opportunity to fire upon the girl without that blasted energy screen getting in the way. The sky above what remained of the school lit up as the girls tried to even harm Barasia. Instead