The Professor's sorrows

"Girls be careful!"

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!"


I find myself waking up, an alarm buzzing in my ear.
Cheerily I make breakfast and await the girls to come downstairs.


"Bubbles! Blossom! Buttercup! Breakfast girls!"


All is silent minus my echoing voice- strange, they're usually enthusiastic about breakfast.
I sigh with a slight smile before walking up the stairs to their room, but upon opening it, I find it to be empty.


"Wh-what is this? Bubbles! Blossom! Buttercup! Where are you?!"


The panic sets in- my girls, where are my girls?

I run to the phone, and call the Mayor.


"Mister Mayor, have you seen the girls?"

His voice comes through the static of the phone, confused.

"Girls? What girls? Oh... not again professor- your 3 girls died long ago.... you know that"

"Wh-what?! Impossible!"


And yet the memories don't lie- the sudden flood of things I want to forget.
3 children- one with red hair and brown eyes, one with blonde hair and blue eyes, and one with black hair and green eyes.

All killed when their school bus went over the edge of a bridge.
And I, only being a scientist, could do nothing- my girls were ordinary, as human as you and I - when they grew to be teenagers, they lost their super powers.
And so they became as mortal as any other human out there.


I remember now- how I created them.
My basement lab, long abandoned... maybe it can help me...
I hang up the phone, and turn the lights on before nervously entering my old lab- when the girls had become mortal I had sworn off science for their safety.

But now that they were gone... no... not gone... just temporarily away!
With the same ingredients form all those years ago, I can have them back as good as new!


Sugar...spice... everything nice!
And finally... the final ingredient... Chemical X!


I quickly toss the chemical into the concoction, and an explosion ensues just as before.
I open my eyes, there in front of me are 3 children.
One with Red hair and Blue eyes, one with blonde hair and green eyes, and one with black hair and brown eyes.


...These aren't them... they'll never be them.


Realizing my foolish mistake, I pick up a vile of acid.

"You aren't my girls..."

Something inside of me snaps, and I find myself no longer thinking- the only command is do- act now!


I throw the acid on them, and moments after I'm surprised when the police barge in, the Mayor behind them.
The three girls wriggle and writhe on the floor, screaming and shrieking in pain, crying and sobbing pitifully.
I look at my hands, realizing what I've done before looking to the Mayor.

"Please... take me away... lock me away... kill me... kill me... I can't be without the girls...."

The Mayor looks at me with pity and a police officer cuffs me.


Once the three girls I hurt are bandaged up and in the hospital I am permitted to see them.

Words like "Insanity... Crazy... Psychotic... Bonkers..."
I'm none of these things... please... just give me my girls back...


I look down to the badly burnt faces of the three girls- now that their eyes are closed they look so much like them...

I smile sadly, and reach for the gun hidden deep in my coat pocket.
I hurt innocent girls. I must die.


I raise the gun to my head and close my eyes, but before I can pull the trigger it's grabbed from me.
I open my eyes with shock to see one of the girls, still badly hurt.

"Please... don't..."


I feel myself snap again, and I snatch it back before aiming it at her.

"You... YOU IMPOSTOR!"


A gunshot sounds and she flies backwards, blood splattering the window.
Among the splatter of Red I see my reflection- is that really me?
Scraggly white hair hangs around my face like a madman, and my eyes glare back at me, red and puffed.
A demented smile crosses my face.


It's all a dream...

It's all a dream!



I'll kill these impostors... and then I'll wake up!

I walk to the second one- burned too badly to even blink- yet she opens her eyes and watches as I set the gun towards her head.


Another shout resounds, her eyes will not open again.


I walk to the third, and once again cock my gun. Slowly I push it into her chest and shoot.



"haha.... HAHAHA I KILLED THE IMPOSTORS! NOW I CAN WAKE UP!"






It's been so long... this nightmare goes on and on...

"a place with padded walls of white,
a place that makes me feel right...
a place where people shriek and cry
a place where I will surely die."