Angel ♡ Eyes

♡Chapter 55

The air in the base was thick with tension and dust. Blossom assumed it'd once been a hub of activity. Though, as she Brick and Blake pushed forward, the world around sat silent. Crumbling walls and lingering flecks of once painted walls standing as reminders of a past era. Light streamed through shattered windows as they pressed forward, illuminating the debris scattered across the concrete floor.

Blossom stepped cautiously through the entrance into a room, her heart pounding. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she knew. This was it.

The culmination of everything she had fought for, everything she had lost... Her gaze met his. HIM. The man who had turned her life into a nightmare.

"Welcome," came a smooth, taunting voice from the shadows. HIM stepped into the light, his figure tall and imposing, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I was wondering when you'd finally find me."

Brick stilled beside her, his hand reaching out and wrapping around her arm. As if reminding himself that she was alive, OK, breathing. "Enough games," Brick shot back, her fist clenched at his side.

Blossom's eyes narrowed, a fire dancing behind pink irises. "You're going to pay for what you've done."

HIM laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. "Pay? Is that what you think? You're just a girl with a vendetta. You can't even hope to take me down."

"I'm not just a girl," she replied, her voice steady. "I'm the one who's going to end this."

With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Blossom lunged forward, ripping out of Bricks grasp.

"Blossom!" Blake shouted, his worry drowned out as Blossom aimed a punch at HIM's jaw.

HIM sidestepped with ease, and Blossom felt her momentum carry her past him. He grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. Pain shot through her, but she refused to give in.

"Pinky!" Came Bricks cry.

"You're stronger than I thought," HIM said, his voice low and mocking. "But strength isn't everything."

With a surge of will, Blossom twisted free, spinning around to face him. She could see the amusement in his eyes, but beneath that laid a small flicker of respect. She was done playing defense.

"Let's see how you handle this," she snarled, launching into a series of quick jabs and kicks. She struck hard and fast, channeling every ounce of training she had undergone.

HIM countered, his movements fluid and practiced. They danced around each other, the sound of fists meeting flesh punctuating the silence of the room. Blossom's breath came in sharp bursts, but she pushed through the exhaustion, fueled by determination.

"You're good," HIM admitted, blocking a punch and retaliating with a swift kick that sent her sprawling. "But you'll need more than skill to defeat me."

She hit the ground hard, but the pain only ignited her fury. Blossom scrambled back to her feet, shaking off the disorientation. "You think you can scare me? I'm not backing down."

With a fierce cry, she charged at him again. This time, she feinted left, dodged right, and swung her fist with all her strength. The punch connected, and she felt a surge of victory as he staggered back.

HIM's expression shifted, his grin fading as anger replaced it. "You've got spirit, I'll give you that," he said, wiping blood from his lip. "But spirit alone won't save you."

He launched at her, the force of his attack catching her off guard. She barely managed to dodge, but he was relentless. He struck out, his fists moving with brutal precision. Blossom fought back, countering his blows, but she could feel her energy waning.