Know your Place

or Resurrection

Special note: this story was based on the season 2 episode "the boys are back in town".

It centers Brick's experiences before and after he surfaced to meet the girls who defeated him and his brothers with a simple kiss.

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Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along. ~ Terry Pratchett

Why?...

The events of the day were occurring to quickly for Brick's intricate mind to comprehend. It was times like this that he wondered, when did his life become so hectic; so ... complicated?

In the blink of an eye, today mirrored yesteryear as Butch once more became his right hand man, leaving Boomer to mindlessly trail idly behind.

Needless to say, Boomer was no idiot; well not entirely. The thought of his brothers grown made something swell within the crimson eyed lad. It was strange, an uncanny mixture of nausea, panic and relief. Strange indeed, but try as he might, Brick clung on desperately to that feeling. He knew time was slipping away and that the memory would be soon forgotten, so he allowed himself to bask and emerge himself in the vanity of himself. This moment, this feeling, these experiences- everything- will change in a matter of seconds, because now is the time that Fate played her cards.

Somewhere in the heavens, the gods he previously angered were now laughing at him; spiting him and his brothers. He had to take control. He was sweaty, breathless and he panted heavily. Being brought back to life could do that to a person. Partially fatigued and completely unseen, he sharply turned to his brothers with an impartial moue stapled on his face.

He was a natural born leader; a mighty fearless and ruthless commander, and now was the time to take action. Albeit highly anticipated, it irked him to no ends. He shot a quick glance at his bushy haired brother with a mixture of pride and resentment. The little green eyed bastard was grinning ear to ear after all. That bloodthirsty smirk that was stretched upon his face was enough to cause goosebumps on even the most hardened criminal's arm.

"Butch!" Brick accidentally barked. Albeit only a second, Brick experienced true fear as his shoulders briefly rubbed against his brothers arm. Brick felt that marvelous demonic aura emanate from his brother and smiled as he recognized the new surge of power bubbling in him, just waiting to boil over any moment now. But alas, his pride wouldn't allow him to fight at full capacity. Goodness, should he accept someone besides himself to be considered equals.

Immediately, he turned to his youngest brother with knitted eyebrows and a stance injected with authority. The poor lad was caught in a limbonic state when he heard Brick's roar. Caught in-between reality and whatever messed up world his mind could conceive, all he could mutter was a simple, 'huh?" as he awaken from his daze.

Brick's eyes burrowed holes into the right side of Boomer's skull as he patiently reminded him self not to smack the living daylight out of Boomer. The tanzanite eyed boy twitched and cowered under the blanket of a crimson glare and began shifting weight from foot to foot in order to regain comfort.

"What do we do now Brick?" Butch asked with his knees aching with eagerness and hands ready for mischief. His face was dark, sinister; evil.

Brick twisted his own neck as a method of releasing the extra tension the day was bringing him. Above ground, he could hear the annoying laughter of Townsville citizens. and at that moment, all he wanted to do was make it stop, make them stop and make them pay for treating him like outcasts. As the redheaded boy eased the strain behind his shoulders, he shook his body with a sharp intense tremor and lowly grunted, "We wait"

But how did it all become like this? Which steps did they take or missed that forced them, the Rowdyruff boys, to take such a nasty path at this young age? It was at this moment that the leader's mind raced back to the glimmer of sunshine that once upon a time, graced his life.

After readjusting his red baseball cap, he tapped the back of Boomer's head as he signaled, "Now's the time boys"

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Blossom stood proudly in front of her sisters as once more, the powerpuff girls, under her instruction, easily defeated a handful of Townsville's 'notorious' criminals. What the police department couldn't accomplish in a month, she and her team was able to finish in a matter of hours and nothing could have wiped her cheeky grin off her face.

As the ground rumbled beneath her feet, she paused and quickly analysed the situation. Surely this wasn't just any earthquake and she was hellbent on defeating the enemy dumb enough to challenge the powerpuff girls. As the dust settled and the earth rose to unnatural heights, she couldn't help but notice a particularly red, battered baseball cap situated roughly on one of the - in her opinion- dumbest enemies she and her sisters had faced yet.

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Brick was sure of himself, too sure. The moment his eyes caught Blossom's figure he smiled and struck the most intimidating pose his body could achieve. The same went to Butch. He couldn't suppress his sudden adrenaline rush at the site of the only girl alive who could throw punches almost as good as he could. He was dying for a fight, so much so, his body itched for it. The longer Brick waited, the more pumped he was and it showed by his body's massive twitching. Boomer held a nasty look as he seemingly appeared to scorn the three girls who stood below them.

In reality, Brick wasn't about to straight up attack the girls. Goodness no, not only did he held a bit of respect to the red ribbon girl before him, he wanted to understand why he felt so good the moment her disgusting lips met his cheek. He wanted to understand why something that felt so good, could cause his undoing. And last of all, he wanted to know why ALL he could see right now... was her.

But as she pursed her lips to hurl insults at his hair, intellect and worst of all, his brother's existence, some gears inside his twisted little mind began turning and all he could think of was to hurt them like they hurt him. As if that hadn't pissed him off enough, baby boy blue just had to get distracted by a small butterfly and get laughed at by those girls- again.

From that moment, he'd make sure it was known that the Rowdyruffs were here to stay, and no one's lips, especially not Blossom's, was going to stop that. Brick decided to make it top priority, to finally put Blossom in her place.

That was eleven years ago. Now, under incandescent lighting, the same question remains ...

Why...?

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