What she didn't expect was the white gas that spewed out of the missiles the moment they were blown up by her blasts. The gas quickly spread through the block, filling every crack and every crevice. She held her breath as she quickly flew through it. Even still, she felt herself getting weaker and more tired. Her eyelids felt heavy and it quickly became harder to stay airborne.
I have to... get out... of her... Her lungs were burning. She had to take a breath. Just one breath wouldn't hurt, right?
She breathed in, slowly as if that would keep the gas from intermingling with the fresh air as it entered her lungs for much needed refreshment.
“What... have you... done to me?”
“The gas is working!” the Tuffles cheered.
Parsley fell to the ground. She could feel herself growing weaker by the second. “Need... help... Someone... hel...”
She fell in slow motion, her face hitting the hard pavement with a hard thud. Her eyes fluttered closed with the last thing she saw being the Tuffles...