((This story runs parallel to my other story, "Undone", but this chapter is like a month or so before the start of it.))

"Please, stoooooop!" the boy screamed as Brick tossed him to Butch. The boy was small, nerdy, homely, and friendless, so Brick and Butch, in their boredom, decided to play catch with him… 2 miles above the streets of Townsville. Butch caught him roughly out if the air by his ankle. The boy yelped, but Butch only laughed.

"Dude, we shoulda thoughta this a long time ago!" he reeled back and threw the boy hard to Brick who caught him by the nape of his neck and his belt.

"Hey, check this out." He looked off to his left and, with his super-vision, spotted the Powerpuff's, where inside was his lame-ass brother. He had been spending a lot of time with those goody-goody Powerpuffs, and was almost acting mad at his brothers lately and Brick couldn't figure out why. He and Butch were just having fun after all, sure they played rough but they never did any permanent damage… to any people anyway… that he knew of. "Hey Boomer!" he called so loud that the boy in his hands wince and covered his ears. "Heads up!" Brick spun around very fast several times then launched the boy towards the giant box they called a house. The two ruffians chuckled as they watched the terrified youth rocket towards the house. Brick had hoped that he'd fly through their window, but Boomer had heard him yelling, and rushed out to catch him just before he hit the house. Butch started howling with laughter. "Dude! Look at 'im! Haha! He is gonna be so pissed when we get home!"

"I know," Brick was laughing to, but not as hard as Butch, something didn't feel quite right. "Hey, they know we're just playin' around right?"

"Huh?"

"All the people we fuck with. They know we're just fuckin' with 'em right? They know we ain't hurtn' anyone." Butch arched an eyebrow. "Well," Brick shrugged, "Ain't hurtin' nobody bad, anyway." Over the years Bricks love of evil had changed into only caring about having 'fun' with his brothers. Be it randomly stealing something, blowing stuff up, or fighting with those annoying pests, the Powerpuff Girls, it was all about having fun.

"Aw, who cares? Fun is fun, don't matter what no one thinks, all that matters is that we have a good time!" Butch grinned evilly the whole time, and Brick only nodded.

"Yeah, I guess your right." He said watching Boomer go back into the house as Bubbles flew off to the hospital, nerd in hand.

"Come on, man, don't let that pansy boy get ya down he don't know how to have fun anymore, lets go hit the arcade or somthin'."

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Later that night...

The door to the cabin flew open and Brick and Butch came tumbling in. They rolled to a stop with Butch pinning Brick to the floor. "One!" Butch yelled. "Two!" Brick struggled beneath Butch's grip and almost broke free, but in the end, "Three!" Butch back flipped into the air leaving Brick on the cabin floor laughing. "The winner and still champion... BUUUTCH THEEEE BUTCHEEEER!!!"

"Dude that's so gay," Brick chuckled sitting up. "We need to find you a new wrestlin' name." he hopped into the air and floated over to the couch landing behind it and leaning against the back of it.

"Yeah? What's your lame-ass name again?" Butch sneered

"...Red." The two were quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter. Butch hopped over the arm of the couch plopping down across from Boomer, who had quietly been ignoring the two. Brick, however, was not content with being ignored. "And what's up with you, Boom Boom?" He asked ruffling the blue Ruff's hair. He sneered knowing how much Boomer hated that name.

"Fuck off, fire crotch!" Boomer smacked Bricks hand away sending an unexpected static jolt through the red heads arm, making him stumbling backwards holding his arm.

"Lil' bastard stung me!" Even when he was angry, Brick was always a smart ass.

"Oh, feisty tonight aren't we pussy boy?"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Butch!" Obviously Boomer was not in the best of moods, meaning Brick would have to find out why, because the whole acting like a bitch thing was not going to fly with him.

"Dude, what the hells your problem? Those Powerpuffs fuckin' with ya?" Brick may have picked on Boomer a lot, but he always made sure that he and Butch were the only ones picking' on him.

"He's probably mad because they aren't fuckin' with 'im." Butch chuckled as Boomer glared at him. Brick hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down between his brothers, and felt Boomer tense up. 'What the hell is up with him?'

"Shut up, Butch." Brick turned to Boomer. "Seriously, bro, you ok?" Boomer shot an icy, un-Boomerlike glare at Brick. Brick considered himself very close to his brother's. They were all he had. And to have one of them looking at him like they were ready to rip his throat out took him by surprise, and shook him up a little.

"No, Brick," the blond spat. "I'm not okay, and since when do you give a shit if I'm okay or not?!"

"What's that supposed to mean, dude? You're my brother, of course I… care," he winced as Butch sniggered at Brick's awkward position.

"Really, 'cause last time I checked all you cared about was havin' a fuckin' party by makin' people suffer!" Brick arched an eyebrow. Had he really lost touch that badly with his blue-clad brother?

"The hell? Alright, you're pissin' me off now dude. You don't like the way we have fun, you don't hafta, but don't criticize us 'cause our opinion of a good time is different than yours!"

"You guys are boring." Butch got off the couch, hooked up their X-box, and plopped down two feet from the TV screen.

"You're opinion of a 'good time' is blowin' shit up and beating the living hell outta people… You're going to be criticized!!" Brick had never seen Boomer this pissed off, and it was pissing him off too.

"First off;" Brick held up one finger. "blowin' shit up is fun and you know it, second;" he held up his second finger. "the only people we beat the living hell outta are those color coded cunts you been hangin' out with!"

"What about the kid you chucked me earlier, huh? He ain't no Powerpuff!"

"We didn't hurt him, we just messed with him a little!"

Boomer's eyes narrowed. "You broke every bone in both his arms, shattered his ankle and gave him whiplash, along with untold mental trauma. I'd hate to see you 'mess' with a little kid." Brick shook his head, taken aback. Yeah they roughed the kid up a little, but they couldn't have hurt him that bad.

"You're exaggerating, you hafta be."

"I went in to see the kid Brick, he started screamin' his ass off the minute he saw me, 'cause he knew I was your brother!" Brick was silent for a moment; shocked he could have actually hurt someone that badly.

"Wel-well so what?! I'm sure he'll get over it in no time." He turned his head to watch Butch play whatever mindless game he was playing.

"Normal guys don't heal as fast as we do Brick!" this thought had never occurred to him before. "This kid'll never walk right again, and he'll probably hafta see a shrink for God knows how long!!"

Brick looked at Boomer again, he wasn't sure what to say. "I-" there was no way he and Butch had messed that kid up so much with just a little game. "Well that'll teach 'im to stay the hell outta our park then!"

Boomer stood up muttering some derogatory comment. "Where you think your goin', Blue Boy?"

"Doesn't matter," Butch chimed in. "He knows we're gonna make fun of 'im anyway."

"Yeah, and I don't give a shit!" Boomer snapped. "All my life I've been to worried about what you fuck-tards think to do what makes me happy!!" Brick stood up, listening intently. He had know idea that was how Boomer really felt. He hadn't meant all those times he picked on Boomer, he was just trying to be funny. He had no idea he was hurting him. "Well not any more! I used to think I needed you guys. That despite how much you hated me, we were a family! But now I see all you guys are and will ever be are just a couple of weak, no good, thugs, and I don't give a shit what you think of me anymore!" Boomer's eyes seemed to be tearing up. "You guys are worthless to me now…" He pinched his eyes closed and looked away. "You guys ain't my brothers."

"Brick was truly hurt by this. He had no clue that all these years he was causing Boomer so much pain. That he was hurting one of the only people he really gave a shit about. "Boomer-" whatever Brick was about to say was cut off by Butch's loud raucous laughter.

"You're kidding!! Ah-hahahaha! Look at little drama-king, 'boo-hoo no one loves me'! Hee hee haahaaa! Hey, hey," he clapped a hand on Brick's shoulder. "Watch were you step in here, dude, his guts are all over the floor." Butch continued laughing, leaning on Brick for support, while Boomer opened the window by the TV ready to take off.

"Boomer wait!" Brick called

"Save it, dude." And in a blue flash he was gone, off into the night sky.

"Oh, wow," Butch chuckled. "What a pan-" Butch was cut off as Brick whirled around and punched Butch square in the face sending him to his back. "What the hell dude?!" Brick didn't respond, as he walked down the hall they added after kicking Fuzzy out, and to the room at the end of it, slamming it after him. "A-hole…" Butch muttered as he resumed his game in front of the TV.