"Rowdyruff Return"
Prologue: Premonition
By: Cherry Romancer
A/n: This is my own special idea on how the Rowdyruffs return. In this fic, it is ten years into the future, and the girls are fifteen. I will accept reviews, but flamers will be hunted down and burned in their own flames. HAHAHA!!! Eh, I think I'll stop blabbing now and start the story.
Blossom woke up in the middle of a late-night thunderstorm, pale and sweating. She'd just managed to pull herself out of a nightmare, the same one that she'd been having for two weeks. It was always the same. She and her sisters were facing off against Him. No big deal, right? They'd taken on Him many times and had always won. But this time, he wasn't losing, and there was a very good reason for it. The details of the fights varied slightly from dream to dream, but each time, one fact remained the same; the Rowdyruffs were in each fight, and they were thrashing the girls for Him. Blossom was always just knocked unconscious, but when she would look at her sisters, they were both bleeding profusely and their eyes were wide open and glazed over. Neither took a breath. That's when the leader of the Ruffs, the one with the red eyes, would appear next to her, standing there doing nothing. He'd look Blossom in the eye and for a second, Blossom could swear she saw a tear in his eye, but the next second, his eyes glowed that deadly red that meant an eye laser, and she could see her own death in them. Then he would fire, and that was always when she woke up.
Blossom crawled out of bed and went downstairs for a glass of water. One she finished it, she stared out of the kitchen window, wondering why she kept having this horrid nightmare. For some reason, some part of her kept on saying that it wasn't a dream, but Blossom never believed it. After all, that would mean she had some sort of psychic powers, and Blossom didn't believe in psychics.
"It's all ridiculous," she muttered, wanting to hear a human voice. "It can't be a vision or anything."
Even after telling herself that, though, Blossom found it almost impossible to calm down. She stayed at that window for most of the night, staring out into the thunderstorm, wondering if something was, indeed, about to happen.
"What am I thinking?" she demanded of herself suddenly. "I'm getting to be as jumpy as a jackrabbit!" She laughed at her own use of a lame cliché, and started to move away from the window. Just that second, though, right out the corner of her eye, Blossom thought she saw something move.
"What the? Who in the world would be out this late in this weather?" Blossom wondered. She looked closer, but saw nothing, and decided that it was her imagination. She finally went back up to bed, but it took another few hours for her to fall back to sleep.
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"Is that the one?" whispered a mischievous voice.
"I think so," answered a tougher voice.
"Whatever. She definitely has some sort of power if she spotted us, even out of the corner of her eye," came a third, more serious voice.
"What makes you think she did?" asked the tough voice.
"I saw her look right around when I went past the window," said the serious voice. "Come on, she's asleep now. No point in staying out here so late."
"It doesn't even affect us from here," the mischievous voice pointed out.
"I know that nimrod, but we're supposed to head right back after she falls asleep, remember? Him can't sustain these images forever, you know."
The three mysterious persons vanished from where they were, and reappeared in Him's home. He was waiting there for them.
"Well?" he asked in his high-pitched voice.
"She's the one, all right. She's definitely having the dreams. Her powers are just what you need to bring us back, like you wanted," said the serious voice.
"And when I do bring you three back, what will you give me in return again?" Him asked.
The response came instantly. "We three, the Rowdyruff Boys, will swear our undying allegiance to you, our Master!"
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A/n: I know that almost all those who read this will have seen that last line coming, but I don't care. Please, remember, no flames. I will burn you with them. I can control the flames!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! . . . . . . Um, please, just review before I humiliate myself again.
Prologue: Premonition
By: Cherry Romancer
A/n: This is my own special idea on how the Rowdyruffs return. In this fic, it is ten years into the future, and the girls are fifteen. I will accept reviews, but flamers will be hunted down and burned in their own flames. HAHAHA!!! Eh, I think I'll stop blabbing now and start the story.
Blossom woke up in the middle of a late-night thunderstorm, pale and sweating. She'd just managed to pull herself out of a nightmare, the same one that she'd been having for two weeks. It was always the same. She and her sisters were facing off against Him. No big deal, right? They'd taken on Him many times and had always won. But this time, he wasn't losing, and there was a very good reason for it. The details of the fights varied slightly from dream to dream, but each time, one fact remained the same; the Rowdyruffs were in each fight, and they were thrashing the girls for Him. Blossom was always just knocked unconscious, but when she would look at her sisters, they were both bleeding profusely and their eyes were wide open and glazed over. Neither took a breath. That's when the leader of the Ruffs, the one with the red eyes, would appear next to her, standing there doing nothing. He'd look Blossom in the eye and for a second, Blossom could swear she saw a tear in his eye, but the next second, his eyes glowed that deadly red that meant an eye laser, and she could see her own death in them. Then he would fire, and that was always when she woke up.
Blossom crawled out of bed and went downstairs for a glass of water. One she finished it, she stared out of the kitchen window, wondering why she kept having this horrid nightmare. For some reason, some part of her kept on saying that it wasn't a dream, but Blossom never believed it. After all, that would mean she had some sort of psychic powers, and Blossom didn't believe in psychics.
"It's all ridiculous," she muttered, wanting to hear a human voice. "It can't be a vision or anything."
Even after telling herself that, though, Blossom found it almost impossible to calm down. She stayed at that window for most of the night, staring out into the thunderstorm, wondering if something was, indeed, about to happen.
"What am I thinking?" she demanded of herself suddenly. "I'm getting to be as jumpy as a jackrabbit!" She laughed at her own use of a lame cliché, and started to move away from the window. Just that second, though, right out the corner of her eye, Blossom thought she saw something move.
"What the? Who in the world would be out this late in this weather?" Blossom wondered. She looked closer, but saw nothing, and decided that it was her imagination. She finally went back up to bed, but it took another few hours for her to fall back to sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Is that the one?" whispered a mischievous voice.
"I think so," answered a tougher voice.
"Whatever. She definitely has some sort of power if she spotted us, even out of the corner of her eye," came a third, more serious voice.
"What makes you think she did?" asked the tough voice.
"I saw her look right around when I went past the window," said the serious voice. "Come on, she's asleep now. No point in staying out here so late."
"It doesn't even affect us from here," the mischievous voice pointed out.
"I know that nimrod, but we're supposed to head right back after she falls asleep, remember? Him can't sustain these images forever, you know."
The three mysterious persons vanished from where they were, and reappeared in Him's home. He was waiting there for them.
"Well?" he asked in his high-pitched voice.
"She's the one, all right. She's definitely having the dreams. Her powers are just what you need to bring us back, like you wanted," said the serious voice.
"And when I do bring you three back, what will you give me in return again?" Him asked.
The response came instantly. "We three, the Rowdyruff Boys, will swear our undying allegiance to you, our Master!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/n: I know that almost all those who read this will have seen that last line coming, but I don't care. Please, remember, no flames. I will burn you with them. I can control the flames!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! . . . . . . Um, please, just review before I humiliate myself again.