Um...hey everyone! So! As you all know, I basically love writing Powerpuff girl fanfics! My most popular ones are Stolen Without A Trace and Angelica! Check them out if you haven't already! However, both of those featured BoomerxBubbles and BrickxBlossom... and I feel it's only fair to do ALL the couples. Soooo...this story will be dedicated to ButcxButtercup! Loads of you love them, and I plan to weave a very interesting tale here for you. I hope you all enjoy and leave lots of reviews for me! Please take the time to leave a review because I definitely will respond to you! I love my fans! So...on with the story! =)
DICLAIMER: I do NOT own the PPG, the RRB, Townsville, or anything else...unless I made it up and you don't recognize it. ;)
BTW: The PPG and RRB have NORMAL features and the PPG are 18. The RRB are 17.
Becoming
Chapter 1: My Own Zone
P.O.V.: Buttercup
I sat down in the usual spot.
I looked around twice before letting out a deep sigh of relief.
This was my place. This was my area.
It was mine, and mine alone, and it was where I went whenever I needed time to think or be alone. I loved this place.
Grass underneath my feet, trees surrounding my vision, and a sweet preview of the starry night sky no one else could find in this damn town. With all the lights on in Townsville, it's almost impossible to see these stars. But I can.
The trees surround me almost like a circle, and they're huge. They're old too, and their trunks are big. Yet even with all the leaves they provide, if you find the exact and perfect spot to lie down, you can still see the stars. It's as if this area, this sanctuary, was shaped just for me, in a perfect circle. MY circle of grass, MY circle of trees, and MY circle of stars.
I looked up while I lied down and could see them now- they were shining so bright. It took me out of my problems and placed me into space.
A slight smirk graced my lips as I felt the sting in my side dissipate, as if it weren't even there.
'You say you're tough, and yet nature still gets to you, like usual, eh Buttercup?' I think to myself with a chuckle. It was true.
Nature had a weird calming effect on my usual wild side. Maybe it's because I'm so wild that I fit in with the wild.
Just a theory mind you.
However, I couldn't stay in this beautiful place long before I heard my cell phone go off. Again.
With a pained sigh, I reached for my pocket and pilled it out wearily. I had received another text message from Blossom, surely enough.
Where are you? It read in a panicked tone, We're waiting for you, so get a move on!
Calmly, I typed back: No.
I wasn't leaving. In fact, Blossom was the last person I wanted to see right now.
A frown formed its way onto my lips as I tossed the phone onto the grass without a care.
I shouldn't be here right now. I shouldn't be enjoying myself, like usual.
My life is not my own. Everyday, I pretend to be someone...I'm frankly not. And I hate it. I'm tired of it. I want to break free and let go...
I don't know how to explain this to you actually. I'm not sure how to explain it to anyone, really.
For the past couple of years, weird impulses have arisen inside me. Risky impulses...to do dangerous things. Things a Powerpuff would not do.
Then again, who says I'm a Powerpuff anymore?
I feel like that group died a long time ago. About 8 years ago, actually. Once we all hit puberty, that group kind of split up.
But we were still heroines, still called to action. We just...weren't the same.
Nothing felt the same anymore.
We barely talked- we all had our own separate niches. Bubbles was the social butterfly of us three and had over 4,000 friends on Facebook. Blossom was the scholar who hung out with future doctors, lawyers, and business men.
And me? Huh, well me...
I don't know what I am. Frankly, I feel like a freak. An outcast. A loner.
I don't have many friends. In fact, I barely have any at all. I survive on my own and without anyone's help. I'm self dependent.
But it hurts...deep down. It really does. I may not show my hurt in tears, but I show it in bitterness, in anger. I hate myself but don't know what to do about it. I have no clue what I want to be in this world, or what I'm going to do after graduation either- which is in only a few short months. I didn't even apply to any colleges yet...
I'm the sibling everyone can't stand because I can't be sweet and kind all the time. I also can't be bothered with people in general and have a nasty temper that often gets me into nasty situations...like...right now.
The Professor hired a psychiatrist for me. They give me sessions every Wednesday and Saturday. Like I have nothing else better to do than talk to a random person I don't know right now about my 'feelings'. Screw that!
It was where I was supposed to be right now... instead I'm here, in the Townsville woods. In my area. My place. The only place I feel whole.
I hear my phone vibrate again and just know it's Blossom. Closing my eyes, I sigh as calmly as possible and pick it up without getting up from the ground.
What do you mean 'no'? Are you kidding me? The Professor is paying good money for you to see this woman- now get your butt over here!
Ah, Blossom was truly 'everything nice'. Wasn't she?
With a growl, I didn't even bother to text her back...instead, I close that conversation and open up a new message.
I'm sending it to my friend Alanna, a tough chick with a lot of soul and heart to her. My best friend too.
That party still on for today? I text her. It doesn't take her long to respond. She's an expert texter.
Yeah. Still on. It's happening now, everyone's here. Why?
A devious grin spreads across my face at that. Her parties are great- if only people didn't stare at me the way they did whenever I went to one.
I'm coming. I text her, adding a devilish smiley face to the mix.
She respond back with exclamation points and a grinning smiley.
I get up from my spot and stretch myself out, giving one last look up at the stars. They twinkled endlessly like usual. They reminded me of the fire I once had in my soul that shined so fiercely. I wondered if I still twinkled like that, or if I burnt out a long, long time ago.
Either way, I knew one thing was for sure- tonight would be a night to remember.
I could feel it in my boots...
P.O.V.: Butch
Seems like forever since I've been here. In Townsville.
My brothers and I used to terrorize people like crazy in these streets, in these buildings. We would laugh about it until we couldn't laugh anymore, until it hurt to laugh. And then we'd probably laugh some more.
Summer nights were spent in a daze without parental guidance or teachings. We'd do as we pleased when we pleased. No one could over ruled us.
Wintery days were spent playing video games, eating high calorie junk food and burping our brains out. No one could tell us otherwise.
We were the masters of pleasure. The masters of ourselves. We didn't care what others thought about us, and if we did, it was only because we wanted them to think we were the most evil little boys on the face of the earth. That was how we rolled...
That was what life was like in Townsville. My childhood days.
But that was all smoke to the wind now, and none of it seemed like it ever even existed.
For the past years or so, I've been confined, tortured, and beaten by my own game.
NOTHING has been fun. Nothing has been free.
My brothers and I went our separate ways a few years ago, in search of new things to do. We left here to grow up, and we planned to get bigger and bader before returning to Townsville in a grand, off the wall presentation. We planned to make a huge home coming by bashing in the heads of the Powerpuff girls...and everyone else in this city.
But you know, things don't always work out so smoothly.
Those years away spent getting 'bigger and bader' were years of change. Change for us all. We settled down a bit, we didn't fight as much, and were more stable where we decided to live. Boomer found a girlfriend and dated her for the longest time. The last time I heard from him, they were still dating and going off to Spain.
Brick had his fair share of dates, but none seemed to work out too well for him. Instead, he dedicated most of his time in research facilities and worked hard to become some sort of scientist. I forget what he does, but he's currently in Peru right now...or was it Hawaii? Ahh...whatever.
All I know is he's doing some sort of research to find this 'Death Daisy flower' or something...rumor has it it's supposed to make you 'live forever'.
Yeah. Right.
And me? Well...me.
I'm a loner. Always have been. I've dated way too many girls to count and felt nothing for each of them. Girls label me a player all the time, but that's not how I feel. I'm trying to find my niche...to find my purpose. I thought I could find love, but I couldn't. It keeps evading me, for whatever reason.
I can't even find a purpose. I don't have a special talent other than fighting- and even that sucks because I can't compete with anyone. I'll give them a black eye by just slapping them.
These humans are too fragile for me. I try, but nothing works. The best thing I was good at was being bad...and that's really how I feel. Honestly.
But there was a demeaning factor of being back here while my brothers were in exotic new worlds. I couldn't seem to put the past behind me. Instead, I fed off it, breathed it in, and lived from it.
It wasn't healthy, but it was all I had.
No love, no niche, no luck. Just memories...
With a dull sigh, I sat on top of a roof, my mind in a fog. It was dark outside and the spring time air was just chilly enough to make my leather jacket stay on my back.
Things had changed here. Somehow, it seemed quieter. Less active.
It also seemed less welcoming. I wonder who the mayor was now. The other one wouldn't still be here, right...?
Ah well. Screw it. I'll just do what we all originally planned to do, but didn't do.
Come back to this town with a bang, that's what!
I'll let this town see what real evil is...give them a good reminder...
But...why?
Those words have been thrust into my head as of late. I've been wondering ... why I feel the way I do.
Why do I only want to destroy? Why can't I find my niche? And ... why do I feel so damn unhappy all the time?
If I didn't motivate myself to get out of bed in the morning, for some strange reason, I feel like I wouldn't. Like life- my life- has not meaning.
Some days... it's just terrible.
But I had to go on. Obviously, there must be a reason as to why I came back here. A evil reason, a good reason, I can't tell yet.
All I know is that I'm going to find my niche. And soon.
I stood up on the rooftop and let my eyes travel towards the sky. I couldn't see the stars all too well- the town's lights blocked them from view.
But...there was something in the sky...what was it? It was definitely moving.
Maybe it was an alien space ship. That'd be a sight to see. I'd take a picture on my phone and send it to Brick- he'd eat that up right away.
He's into aliens and life on other planets...not surprising, eh?
But no...it wasn't an alien. Deep down, I knew it couldn't have been. Deep down...I had a feeling right from the start what it was.
A smirk and quickening of my heart suddenly fell upon me as I stared at it, the bright green streak the only thing catching my eye now.
"Buttercup."
Okay! There you have it! One chapter, a short one too, towards our new story! It was short, but I feel like there was a lot of subtext to this chapter, which I liked. I'm all about inner feelings and happenings- not so much about the obvious. I hope you all liked it! Should I continue? Please review! Thanks...I appreciate it! Um...sorry for any spelling mistakes! =)
