A request from codyhobgood271! Credit for the plot goes entirely to him. Enjoy! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls or any other recognizable material.
"Awright, that's it!" Brick shouted across the high tops of the buildings in the City of Townsville. The fight had been going on for hours - both sides were relentless. Brick wiped a smear of blood and sweat from his forehead. "This one's gone on long enough! It's time that we finally end you girls once and for all!"
"Ha!" Blossom exclaimed, her voice high pitched and enthusiastic. The fight had been in her and the girls' favor the whole afternoon, and it felt almost as if the boys had been giving up this whole time. "That's a laugh! It seems to me that you guys are all bark and no bite! What do you think, girls?"
The girls agreed wholeheartedly, and Blossom floated smugly facing the boys, her hands placed firmly on her hips. She was quite proud of the fact that, in all of this time, the boys hadn't managed to finish them off once and for all, as they constantly proclaimed they would. It was quite hilarious that they still tried.
There was one thing she was still curious about, however, and she couldn't help but ask her question.
"Who are you working for, now, anyways?" She asked. "Why do you want to off us so bad if you're on your own?"
"Ah, quit talking and fight," Brick replied tersely as he made his next move.
Blossom could see she had struck a nerve. She smirked, taking Brick's next punch head on. She caught his fist in her own, and their faces were so close she could count the freckles on his nose.
She was close enough to see the sudden change in his eyes as he ripped his fist from hers and flew straight up and around, to fight her from behind.
Buttercup had her back, though, and she swooped around, catching Brick on the jaw, sending him plummeting to earth.
He was fine when he hit, but the others were terribly angry, and took this as incentive to strike again. Butch came after Buttercup, and they were immediately locked in hand-to-hand combat. Bubbles was unsure of what to do, until Boomer charged at her with a smirk on his face, and she turned to flee.
"Don't run away, Bubbles!" Buttercup exclaimed. "Go after him!"
"Okay!" Bubbles cried, turning around and getting in one lucky shot to the mouth.
The fight continued for the several dragging more moments. Unbeknownst to the brawling teenagers, far beneath them, hidden by a mask of power, causing him to appear to the world as an ordinary man, was a person. This person was no ordinary person, and the things he did would seem strange for any ordinary person to do. As a drop of blood fell to the earth from each of the six fighters, he captured it in a bottle and enclosed the bottles in his jacket. Then he continued on his way, whistling innocently.
Anyone who looked closer, however, would have noticed the sinister smile on his face as he slowly faded into nothing.
It took all of them plummeting to the earth after a massive thunder clap from Bubbles, who had become quite fed up with the fighting, and was on the verge of tears. The boys had escaped, and the girls flew home in a rather dejected state.
"I wish we could just catch 'em and lock 'em up already," Buttercup said angrily, swiping her wrist over a cut on her forehead as she reached for a bottle of water on the counter.
Bubbles wiped tears from her eyes. "This really is getting tiring," she said sadly.
"I know the day is coming soon," Blossom replied as she started making supper. "We just have to be patient."
"I'm done with patience," Buttercup growled, heading to the sofa, where she sat down and picked up her game controller, unpausing the game she had had to put on hold when they'd received their call from the Mayor that the boys had broken into a jewelry store.
"Just wait," Blossom replied. "I'm sure something will change soon. I can feel it."
"And hopefully it's for the better!" Bubbles said quietly before she headed up the stairs.
"Why do we keep messing with them?" Butch said grumpily as he slammed the refrigerator door. He cracked open his beer and guzzled half of it down before throwing himself down on the couch and reaching for the remote. "Why can't we just kill them and be done with it? All of this holding back can't be good for me."
Brick rolled his eyes as he picked up the phone, preparing to order in a pizza. "It's probably better for you, actually. All of this senseless murder is gonna get you in trouble some day."
Butch raised his chin. "I'll have you know that I've never actually killed anybody."
"That guy you put in a coma got taken off of life support and died," Boomer pointed out.
"Did I ask you to speak?" Butch snapped.
Boomer laughed and Brick dialed the phone.
"My turn to pick toppings!" Boomer exclaimed, reaching for the phone.
"I don't think so," Butch said, tackling him before he could get to Brick. "I'm going to vomit if I have to eat another pineapple-vegetarian pizza."
"Come on, dude," Boomer whined, reaching for the phone.
"Hey, we'll have three large meat lovers pizzas," Brick said, holding up a hand to silence his brothers, which did absolutely nothing to stop their argument. "Cool." He placed the phone in the receiver.
"Aw," Boomer said dejectedly, and Butch sat down contentedly, resuming his aimless flickering through the channels.
"Anyways," Brick said, taking a seat in his recliner and taking off his hat to quickly run his fingers through his hair, "I told you guys. We're not aiming to kill 'em. Not only is it fun to tease 'em every once in a while, it just kills old Him and Mojo that we haven't done what they want us to do yet."
"We don't work for them anymore - they should find someone else to do their dirty work for them," Butch said absently.
"I think there's another reason why you don't want us killin' 'em," Boomer said, a sly smile spreading over his lips.
Brick shot him a glare, warning him. "And what reason is that, Boomer?"
He couldn't even predict what Brick was planning to do if he went ahead and said what he was thinking - he said it anyways. "I think you like one of 'em."
Butch was suddenly interested in what Boomer had to say. His eyes widened and he leaned forward excitedly. "What?"
Unfortunately for both of them, Boomer did not get to continue. A swift punch to the solar plexus ensured this.
"You know that's a load of crap," Brick muttered, but he had replaced his hat so that when he looked down, nobody could notice how bright red his face had turned. Not that they would have - Boomer was curled up on the floor, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath, and Butch was laughing so hard he was practically in the same position. "I'm goin' to bed. You two can share my pizza."
He got up and entered his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Then he sighed. That was a close one.