Blossom: Laughing Riot doesn't own anything or anyone. (Continues to read the card) And she hopes you enjoy this chapter.

Blossom's Point of View

I watched as Buttercup chased Butch around, shouting things like, "I'll kill you for that!!" or "You'll pay!!"

I found it very amusing, unlike my hot-headed sister. She was shooting lasers at him, always missing. Butch laughed like a child and continued making faces at her as she ran. I laughed. That is, until I was punched in the face, that was followed by a growl.

"So, you thought you can get rid of me puff?!" Brick shouted. "Well, guess again!"

I had forgotten I was hiding from Brick. Instantaneously, he started punching me. I tried my best to block all the punches, but was not fully successful. Drips of blood dripped down my chin and I wiped it off, glaring at him.

Brick, smirking, crossed his arms. "Had enough yet, Red?" he asked.

I only smirked.

"Not until you catch me!" I playfully exclaimed, right after grabbing his beloved, red hat.

Brick touched the top of his bare head, then glared at me.

"Come back with my hat, puff!!" He shouted.

But it was too late. I was already gone. I wasn't alone for long though; Brick was already behind me. I looked back and stuck out my tongue, then I ran faster, now at light speed.

It was times like these I was thankful I had an annoying counter-part.

Bubbles' Point of View

I yawned, watching my sisters chasing and being chased. I would had forgotten myself that we were in a battle if it wasn't for Blossom yelling, "Bubbles! Look out!!"

Before I knew what was going on, I was hit by a blue laser. Blacking out for a few seconds, I awoke to find Boomer, sitting on top of me. I struggled to get free, but couldn't, no matter what I did.

Boomer smirked and I tried to push him off me.

"What's the matter Lil' Blue? Can't get away from the big, mean, boy?" he teased.

I tried even harder, but he was too heavy. Boomer smiled victoriously until I kicked him off me. He stood up, then wobbled over to me.

"Oww!! What was that for?!"

I sighed. He was cute, but he could be really dumb at times.

"What do you think?" I asked sweetly.

Boomer scratched his head. I tapped my foot, waiting for an answer. Five minutes had already passed when he answered, "For teasing and sitting on you?"

I smiled. "Bingo!"

Then a punch was sent to his stomach. Boomer yelped and sat down, clutching his belly. He frowned as he looked up at me.

"That hurt!!" he cried.

I smiled. "We're in a fight Boomer."

Boomer began to glare. "But I wasn't ready!!"

"We are in battle. There are no rules."

Those were the words I remembered. The words that Boomer had told me long ago…

(Flashback)

Blood trickled down my chin as I held my stomach. Pain was felt in every part of my body. I looked up at Boomer, begging him to stop.

Boomer chuckled.

"C'mon Bubbles. You don't really think that I would stop just because you have a little boo-boo, do you?"

He gave me another hard punch. This time to my face.

My eye now swelled, and I was crying even harder.

"Please Boomer!! Please!! Don't you think you've hurt me enough?!"

Boomer chuckled once more, right after giving me a swift kick to my face. I was now lying on the floor, having a hard time breathing. Boomer walked over to me and bent down, still shadowing over me.

"Bubbles. I'm your enemy. You are not hurt enough. You are never hurt enough. Not until you are dead. And that is my one and only goal. Your death."

"But you have to spare me!! You aren't fighting fair!!"

Boomer smirked and laughed.

"Bubbles, we are in battle. There are no rules."

He took my chin and smiled one of his charming smiles that I loved to see him use. But not now. He was using it to make me even more afraid then I was now.

"Now Bubbles, say good-night."

(End of Flashback)

I didn't know how I made out of that situation alive. All I knew was when I woke up, my sisters were around me, while I was in a full cast in a hospital.

I had nightmares for months. Never-ending nightmares of what happened with Boomer. His laugh, his smile, his words. It never left me. I was soon able to get over it when I was older, but it was hard. It was like trying to stop smoking.

But that wasn't concerning me now. It was how Boomer was such a better fighter back then, but now, it's like he wasn't even trying at all.

He was acting more dumb, more immature. Like he never cared anymore.

It was like the serious Boomer back then never even existed.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Blossom call, "Bubbles!! Time to get out of here!!"

I looked to see her still being chased by Brick, his cap still on her head. Blossom smirked and slid into a halt. Brick did the same and was now a step behind her. He turned her around forcefully and leaned in.

I thought I could see a faint pink blush on her cheeks, but I shook my head. Brick snatched the cap and fixed it unto his head, reunited with his greatest possession once again.

I heard him mutter, "There, there, Cappy. It's all better now."

Then he glared at Blossom and turned to fly away. Looking behind him, he mouthed, "Don't EVER do that again."

It was completely obvious that Brick was at a point that only Blossom had dared to go, but surprisingly, he wasn't doing anything to her.

I looked back at Boomer, who was sticking a finger in his ear. I sighed and gave my attention back to Blossom, who I gave a small nod.

We left, right after prying Buttercup off a laughing and wounded Butch. Disgusted, I ran upstairs into my room, right when we came back home. My sisters did the same.

Two hours had passed since we got home. I heard a knock at my bedroom door and after giving permission to come in, my sisters walked into my room with a look that wasn't too worried, but not too happy either.

They sat down on my bed, beside me. Sighing, I lay down and stared at the poster of us fighting the Rowdyruff Boys.

Buttercup had given it to me for my birthday. She was very much pleased with herself kicking Butch in the picture.

Not wanting to be rude, I had hung it up ever since. But I had always tried to find a way to get rid of it. It was very disturbing.

None of us spoke a word. Another hour had passed. Finally, Blossom whispered, "We need to talk."

This chapter is dedicated to Story Writing Guy, a great guy and a great friend.