Ayy people. This is a new story I thought of when it came up. Currently, I'm working on 3 stories at the same time. Please be patient. Just know that The Boys Are Back In Town is on the highest priority for me. I also take requests for oneshots or possibly new stories.
Songs: Only You – The Platters, Le Merle – Maurice Blackburn (1958)
Shield your eyes, my children.
Rated T For Minimum Cringe. + some wit and mild curses. May become M for Brick. You'll see.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to lose his powers. He wasn't supposed to be injured. He was supposed to be bullet proof, murder proof, Powerpuff proof. But no, they took his life away. Now, I take theirs.
1700h January 9th, 2004: Utonium Household
"Get him stabilized!" The Professor bellowed.
"Got it!" Blossom exclaimed.
Boomer had been fighting back hard, until The Professor made him inhale Antidote X. A particularly strong variant of it. Now he's going through withdrawal.
"He's seizing! Hold him down!"
"Sure!"
Buttercup held him down to the table. He was thrashing violently.
"With all due respect, Professor, I told you not to give him such a high dosage!" Blossom said worriedly.
"Thank you for the input, Blossom, but right now, he needs to stop thrashing about."
The Professor gave Boomer an anesthetic. He fell limp almost immediately. A combination of the anesthetic and his own exhaustion put him out.
Suddenly, Brick and Butch burst through lab and went for Boomer. They saw The Professor holding a syringe and Boomer on the floor. Butch assumed the worst and charged The Professor. Buttercup kicked his side and he went flying into the wall.
Brick couldn't believe it. Of all the horrible, demented things the Boys did, they never murdered anyone. They were cowards. Targeting the weakest member and killing him. The Powerpuffs were cowards, killers, and murderers.
He should've expected it. After all, the Professor was crazy for making the girls out of basically nothing. How did a male make three female children. He must have gotten the DNA from somewhere.
Remembering the situation, Brick up.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"
"I had to sedate Boomer so he would stop seizing." The Professor said casually.
"So he would stop-" Brick said, his words getting quieter each time.
At least he wasn't dead.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER!" Brick exclaimed.
"I already told you."
"HOW DID HE START SEIZING!"
The Professor flinched at this and looked down in shame.
"HOW?"
"Maybe you should shut up and learn to listen." Buttercup yelled.
Brick's anger was boiling. He was ready to kill her.
And that's what he tried to do. To fulfill his life's purpose. Unfortunately, Butch got to her before him.
Butch punched Buttercup into the opposite wall and began slamming her head against it.
Failing to see the kick coming his way, Brick was hit with all the force Blossom could muster. He hit the wall and his mind blanked.
He couldn't go out like this. His life was going to end one way or another, and he wasn't going to die because of a Puff. Brick stood up slowly, his vision coming back to him. Fortunately, he did see the second kick. He sidestepped and shot his elbow through Blossom's spine.
All he wanted was Boomer. And nothing was going to stop him.
The Professor stood, dumbfounded. Brick was staring at him, murderous intent seeping through him.
"Butch." Brick said, angrily.
Butch knew that tone all too well. He immediately stopped pounding Buttercup and joined his brother, standing next to him.
"Let's go."
Butch only nodded and flew for Boomer.
The Professor walked back, ready to exit quickly. He knew that Brick couldn't kill Blossom.
"You're mine!"
Brick suddenly appeared behind The Professor and grabbed his collar. He threw him into the banister, leaving a dent in the otherwise, perfect metal.
"How dare you!"
"You WILL feel pain you never have before! I will slice your stomach open and strangle you with your own intestines! Should it be before or after I burn your body to crisp?!"
Butch stepped in then. He grabbed Brick by his waist and violently lurched upwards, determined to get out of the lab.
"What the hell was that for?"
"You would've killed him Brick. I can't let that happen."
"Now you care?! You weren't merciful before!"
"You heard him, he had to sedate Boomer."
"But he didn't tell us why he was seizing!"
"Calm down. We have Boomer now. Let's go home."
Brick screamed and took off for the volcano. Butch trailed after him.
January 12th, 2004: Mojo's Volcano Base
Boomer didn't wake up for three days. His brothers were going crazy in that time. Butch had to constantly prevent Brick from levelling Townsville in the name of his brother. Its crazy how roles get thrown to the wayside in a crisis.
Boomer lurched awake and threw himself on the floor.
"Ugh." He sighed.
"Why does my everything hurt so much?!"
Brick and Butch heard him and rushed the door.
"How are you doing?" Brick said, tiredly.
"Everything hurts!" Boomer whined.
"What specifically?!"
"My muscles!"
"All of them?"
"Yes!"
"Alright! Calm down! I'm getting Mojo."
"Nah, I got it!" Butch exclaimed.
"He ran out the room to find that Mojo was already there, HIM on his heels.
"Where is my son?"
"In his room."
Mojo gave Boomer some painkillers to help him. Boomer went back to sleep. That night, he woke up again and was severely hungry.
'Strange' He thought. 'I can usually go weeks without food or water. Must be exhaustion I guess.'
'This shaking is insane. I'll fly to the kitchen.'
Boomer willed himself upwards. But it didn't come. Now, he was worried. He tried doing it again. Nothing. He punched the wall with all his might. He was left with a bruised hand and a slightly dented wall.
HIM, sensing his son's distress, appeared in front of him.
"What's wrong little one? Who did that to your hand?"
"My powers are gone!"
HIM looked upon his son with sorrow. He suspected this earlier when Boomer claimed he was feeling pain. Chemical X should have nullified his pain so his body could've went on longer.
HIM almost cried. He didn't know how Brick or Butch would act, but he did know that tomorrow would be a sorrowful day for The Rowdyruff Boys.
Aaaaaaaaaaand that's it. I'll post when I can. As stated before, send your ideas in PMs. Review about the story, not your ideas. You don't want everyone to know the story before it comes out, do you?
Le Merle is French, BTW.
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~ Mr. Midnight Prince (Midnight Prince everywhere else)