-1Project Rowdy.
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Chapter One: Escape
"Come guys, you know we can't rest yet."
The young leader of the Rowdyruff Boys ordered as he walked on ahead of his two younger brothers. The red-headed young man said as his two brothers leaned against a tree trying to catch their breaths.
Boomer groaned as his brother said they couldn't rest yet. His blue eyes weren't as full of energy, nor were they filled with his childish thoughts. He was tired, and he wanted to rest.
Butch scowled at the thought of having to keep running instead of resting. The green eyes that were usually full of mischief and excitement, were now empty and worn out.
Brick's scarlet eyes moved from side to side, trying to make sure everything was alright. He, being the take charge leader, had to ensure the safety of his brothers, and himself.
"Alright, you two can take a rest." He said taking pity on his brothers, "Just for a little while though, got it?"
Boomer and Butch nodded as they laid down to rest.
Silence filled the air. Anxiety and paranoia filled Brick's mind as silence slowly took over. Red eyes moved from side to side, and he leaned against the tree. He looked at his two brothers, who were fast asleep. How he wished he could have been asleep, but he had a responsibility to uphold. After all, this wasn't a game anymore. It was for their freedom, and their lives.
"Do you think they'll find us?" Boomer said as his blue eyes caught a glimpse of a falling leaf. He took interest in it, and lost his say in the conversation with Brick.
"If they find us," Butch said as he raised a fist, "We'll crush them, they won't stand a chance against us. We could just destroy them, and their stupid facilities."
Brick shook his head, "We don't want to destroy them, we just want to be free. That's all."
"Yeah, but …" Butch tried to argue, but tiredness took over him instead. A yawn escaped him as his eyes slowly closed. "We're still the toughest," he muttered sleepily.
"Yep," Boomer said as he fiddled around with a few leaves that were laying beside him, "We are the strongest right, Brick? Always have been, yeah."
Brick watched as Boomer drifted off to sleep. He glanced toward Butch who was punching the air, dreaming about fighting again. He shook his head as his eyes began to grow heavy. And his mind slowly danced away into a state of remembrance …
Muffled voices.
Muffled voices filled the air as Brick regained consciousness. His scarlet eyes opened to view a room that was white. It seemed to have wires, and tubing all around it. Men and women in white coats were walking around with clipboards. Speaking in hush tones, the muffled noise he heard earlier.
'Where am I?' Brick asked himself, trying to figure out exactly where he was.
"Ah, so he's regained consciousness." A stern voice said.
Brick's eyes looked around him, it barely hit him. He was in a tube. A plastic tube. Panic raised in his mind. Claustrophobia, if you will. He began to move in a panic, trying to break free. As he moved around trying to escape, his eyes fell on the two beds beside him. There were his two brothers. Boomer, and Butch unconscious.
"BOOMER!"
"BUTCH!"
He shouted, and pounded against the tube trying to get their attention. All his efforts were futile, he didn't have his strength.
'What's going on?' He asked himself, 'Why am I so weak?'
Brick looked at Boomer and Butch. There were doctors around them, inserting needles into them. Taking samples. His eyes filled with anger. These doctors were using his brothers as test subjects. Like lab rats, the very thought made his blood boil.
'I'm going to kill these bastards.' He thought, 'Each and everyone of them. I will make them suffer.'
An red aura began to grow around him. He felt his strength begin to grow. The power he always had began to surge through his body.
"Ahhhhh." He shouted as the power slowly escaped. All the anger escaped through his fist as it pounded against the glass tubing.
"ALERT. PROJECT BRICK HAS ESCAPED." The alarm started to sound, over and over again the same sentence was repeated.
Brick's eyes were full of anger as he looked at the doctors. He punched the ones near Boomer and Butch away.
"Boomer, Butch." He said, "Get up."
There was no response.
"I said get up."
The two boys remained in a state of slumber.
Brick looked towards the doctors. "You did this to them!"
"No, the --"
The doctor never finished his sentence, as Brick's fury grew and made contact with the world through his punches and kicks. The equipment that was set around were easily destroyed as he glared with his laser vision.
"Little boy stay still." A guard said as he approached Brick, "We won't hurt you, we're just going to … "
In less then a second the guard hit the ground.
"Now is not a good time to mess with me," Brick growled, "I'm beyond angry and beating you up will be the therapy I need."
Hoards of guards approached him. Lasers, and bullets were flying around.
None landed on Brick.
Brick easily took them all out with a simple attack. One known as 'Ballistic Barrage'.
"Who else wants some?" Brick growled as he looked around.
One man walked up.
A golden name plate flashed it read 'Dr. Monroe Davis, Government Scientist.'
"Brick, please relax." He said.
"I will not relax." Brick said as he powered up.
"No, you will relax because …"
"Because you said so?" Brick interrupted, "No I wil--"
Dr. Davis had pulled out a small silver gun. One shot from it and Brick was knocked out.
Brick's eyes opened wide. Sweat gripped the back of his neck like a hand. Boomer and Butch were looking at him.
"Are you alright?" Butch asked, "You were moaning like a sissy."
"Shut up." Brick retorted.
"But are you okay?" Boomer asked, as he stared at his brother, "Cause if you're not …?"
"Don't worry about it. Just a bad dream."
Butch made a face at Brick. "You're not turning into one of those Powderpuff sissies are you? Cause if you are, I'd have to … you know," --Butch clenched his fists in mock fighting-- "Work you good."
Brick laughed, "Idiot. I'd never become one of those stupid, lame-o, sissies."
As a leaf fell, Boomer's eyes landed on it again. "Stupid, lame-o, sissies …"
A memory loomed in Boomer's mind.
A simple memory.
That of a stupid kiss.
-End Chapter-