His Silence Her Voice
a/n: Yo. I don't do PPG unless I got a good one for you, which I do. So, basically, this is years after high school and a lot of things have happened that now no one is getting along. Townsville now exists as New York city, a long lost history now rebuilt into a city of prosper and co-existence of people. Now, what the hell happened is what we will find out soon.
Reviews: Me likey, gets me up in the afternoon to type up a new chapter for you guys and submit it as soon as possible.
Rating: Teen (May change in the future)
Genre: Tragedy & Romance
Pairings: Blossom x Brick & Bubbles x Boomer & Buttercup x Butch
Disclaimer: Owns nothing. Cartoon Network won't let me own Brick even though he's technically dead in the cartoon. T^T
[ Prologue ]
There was a festival.
It was a beautiful festival.
It was a festival to celebrate the city's 50th birthday.
It would've been a lot of fun to go to.
If only we weren't so busy doing something else.
Having woken up early that bright Saturday morning, the three triplets of red, blue and green made a hearty breakfast and got into some comfortable summer clothing or red, blue and green Blossom was tying her bow in the mirror and applying only the faint smell of a dry skin lotion, Bubbles slipped on some lip gloss and her summer hat for the heat, while Buttercup did not dare look in the mirror and put on her luck green baseball cap.
"Buttercup, you're wearing a long sleeve…" Bubbles pointed out, Blossom took a peek at this so-called 'horror.'
"Yeah, what of it?" Buttercup said with her tough-girl attitude.
"It's like, one hundred degrees out," Bubbles said.
"So?"
"It's going to be hot."
"And you're point is?"
"You're wearing a long sleeve on a hot summer day."
"I'll wear whatever the hell I want to."
After her sister had denied every hint that young Bubbles explained, she quit her stubbornness and let her do what she wanted.
"Fine your funeral," Blossom said.
Finishing up at the mirror, she hurried her sisters to finish whatever they were doing and head downstairs. Blossom flew down the stairs then began to walk over to the Professor's Lab before—
"Professor, it's almost time for the float to pass by-!"
BOOM!
Left in smitherines, the whole house was blown away by the sudden explosion. Even the upstairs rooms collapsed in the whole explosion, the girls wounded horribly with black blood all over the walls and even real blood the color of red splattered in some parts of the walls. Buttercup threw the roof over from her head and cringed at the throbbing pain on her right arm.
"Damn…" she cursed under her breath.
Bubbles was still unconscious from what she could see and a bit scratched up. Buttercup looked around and her ears were ringing constantly. She looked around the rubble and pieces of cements, there was no sign of the professor or Blossom. She limped forward and fell down, her legs taking a horrible beating from the blast. She did her best to get up and walk again but was left rendered to the pain in both her arm and legs. She opened her mouth and tried yelling.
"Blossom…!"-her voice was hoarse but audible-"Blossom! Professor!"
Bubbles began to shake under the rubble and woke up. She blinked her eyes and looked at her sister who was kneeling beside her frail body.
"Bu-Buttercup…?" she said weakly.
Buttercup looked at her a bit strained. Bubbles tried to get up and fell down the first time, the second time she got up completely and was not as hurt as Buttercup was. She helped Buttercup up and they both began to walk around whatever was left of their house.
"Blossom!" one called.
"Professor!" the other called out.
There was simply no answer. Looking around for any sorts of clues of their bodies, they saw nothing.
"Buttercup…" Bubbles said mortified.
Buttercup looked at Bubbles' horror-stricken face and then looked just where she was looking. Not even Buttercup could speak at the revulsion in front of them. There was a three foot long pool of red blood followed by splatters following down to the lab. They thought of the worst, but the worst was not even half of what they had imagined.
"Professor…" a soft and yet pained voice echoed through the pieces of cement.
"Blossom…? Blossom!" Bubbles turned her head and cried for her sister.
"Bubbles…" it was so small, it was almost inaudible if it weren't for Bubbles' heightened hearing senses.
She left Buttercup at one of the many pieces of standing walls and got Blossom out of the debris. Blossom was horribly injured and could not even open her eyes. Bubbles blue eyes scanned most of Blossom's wounds and saw that she wouldn't be able to carry both Blossom and Buttercup from her weakened state. Turning her blonde golden hair, Buttercup was no longer sitting against the wall she had placed her in.
"Buttercup?" Bubbles asked.
She walked over, hearing small whimpers of mournful cries. Sliding down the sloped dirt of what was left of the lab, Bubbles saw Buttercup leaning over, her body shaking and watery cries audible to her small ears.
"Buttercup…?" she tried to reach for her but then, she just turned around.
What she saw was the worst part of it all. It was so hard to describe, that even the smartest person in the world wouldn't know what to say.
He was dead.
[ END ]
a/n: That was longer than I thought. Anyway, review please and I promise chapter one soon!
