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Why are you so weak Bubbles? Because being strong doesn't mean anything to me. Dark fic ONESHOT
The Strength in Weak
Bubbles sighed, even though it hurt to breathe in. She felt the cracks in her ribs, the scratches on her face, the odd angle her elbow was laying in.
Her blue orbs closed and she continued to take one breath after another. She never thought ahead of the slow in and out of what proved she was still alive.
Why are you so weak, Bubbles?
She remembers the taunting words and the way they slammed her from one of them to another. They laughed whenever they heard something crack.
Aww, isn't little Bubbly going to cry?
She had felt the pricks of tears, but there was no point in letting it out, when people like the Rowdyruff Boys were beating her until she vomited blood and passed out.
Come on! Even Blossom would be more fun than this, at least she'd react!
Bubbles had stared them down. They wouldn't touch her family. They didn't dare.
Oh ho! Look it boys, she doesn't like it when we mention Blossom.
Damn straight she didn't! She gave a garbled shriek when one of them grabbed her hair from behind and yanked hard enough to pull hair out.
Ha ha ha. I'll bet Buttercup won't be too hard to win over if you know what I mean.
Bubbles used her good arm to pull herself into a sitting position. She popped her elbow back in place. The pain from it moving back into place intensified to the point where she was doubled over in the fetal position and struggling to breathe. She focused on that one small thing once more.
"Didn't get enough of us, Bubbles?"
They smashed mud into her eyes so she couldn't see, but then again she didn't need to. Bubbles grabbed the assailant and pushed in just the right way so his jaw broke. Buttercup would be proud of her. She could almost imagine the angle it was at.
Another one grabbed her from behind to grip on what was left of her hair. She jumped and twisted to break the arm touching her.
Laser beams hit her square in the chest and she was slammed up against a random building that quickly crumbled against the strength of the attack.
"You think you're so strong now?"
"No." Bubbles whispered as she allowed herself to cry to clear her eyes. "I'm the weakest of my sisters. Blossom would have thought of a way out of this and Buttercup would have beaten you before you ever laid a hand on her. I'm not able to do any of those things."
She blinked against the blurs of red, blue, and green. "Then why do you think you can handle us now, when you're half-dead? You know your sisters will cry at your funeral? Funny, huh?"
The blonde girl shook her head at their smug tones. "You're not going to hurt my family."
"Oh really now?"
"Yes."
"Pfft! I doubt that."
Bubbles attempted to ignore the burns all over her chest. "Want to bet? I don't care at all about my life, so I'll go all out no matter what you do to me just so you won't touch them."
"You don't have the power to do that; especially when you're so badly injured."
"I'm at my best when I'm at my worst." It was cliché, but it was true. The taunting meant nothing to her, neither did the beating.
Being strong never meant anything to her, her family did. She would make sure no one touched them.
Even if she wouldn't be walking away from it.
