This is it. The story of the century. Will it all really be a nice princess story? Or a huge final battle? Sister against sisters, brothers against brothers, enemies joined. What's next?
Buttercup I continuously hit the tree. My hands were merely a blur against the vast forest behind me. If possible, my velocity increased. Finally, a resounding crack was heard throughout the forest. The huge oak fell towrds the ground with a thud, and I stepped back and admired my handiwork. This was a perfect past-time. I walked into the forest, looking for my next victim. Spying a massive pine tree a bit further away, I began to edge towards it. Minutes later, it was as though the tree had never been there. I had needed that.
I sighed. This reminded me of the good days, which were now long past. At the time, there used to be another villain for me to beat up every single day. I was known as Buttercup, the tough girl. After a while, the crimes started to diminish until one day, all my foes had literally dissapeared. Sure, there were some break in's, but never anything that would be to difficult for us. Even though my fighting days were apparently over, my muscles were still aching for a fight. My sisters, however, relished the idea that maybe we would finally get to lead a normal life. I grimaced, disgusted. We had superpowers! It was what everyone wanted, and Blossom and Bubbles would gladly give them up. I punched a tree to get rid of some of my anger. Since there were no more villains, there was no on to hurt. In the end, I resolved that since I couldn't break somebody,I could have the next best thing. By now, I would bet the whole forest were scared of me! I didn't give up hope, though. Everytime anything odd happened, I would almost twitch in excitement. Ha. Twitch. Despite myself, I laughed. I had been reminded of my nemesis, Butch. Or Butchie, my pet name that annoyed him so much. I would love to fight him right now. He was the only person who could ever get close to matching my skills. Plus he always had had that cute little twitch when he got excited... Cute? For some reason, I had begun to sweat. No, not cute. Butch was my enemy, and that was all he would ever be. I could picture them vividly in my mind. Brick, Blossom's counterpart, would be in the middle. His wild orange hair would hang down his back, and his cap would be backwards on his head. Boomer, Bubbles counterpart, would be on the right, pretending to look cool. His huge blue eyes would be confused, though he would try to hide it. Butch...Butch would be on the left... With a lazy grin, looking at me with his beautiful emerald eyes... A small gasp escaped my lips as I wondered out loud: I think Butch's eyes are beautiful? BANG
Butch
" Then lets steal ice-cream."
"Yeah, ice-cream!" Boomer agreed enthusiastically.
Brick sighed, then replied sarcastically, "So we walk there, in full view, get the ic-cream and hope no one will notice us?"
He swiped Boomer across the forehead.
Boomer whined, "But it was Butch's idea!"
"Wasn't."
"Don't lie, Twitch."
I slowly turned my head to me younger brother, then said in a dangerously quiet voice,
" What did you call me?"
"Butch! I said Butch!" he squeaked indignantly.
I sighed, then hit his forehead too. He had become so much more difficult to control since our resurrection.
Feeling tired of him, I turned my attention to Brick. I suddenly realised that to any other girls, the three of us would be irresistible. Just our luck, the only three that could match our standard hated us. At that moment, I almost felt a bit of respect to my older brother. Almost. I couldn't deny that he was a good leader. He, was, if anything, the reason we had made it this far, however grudgingly I had to admit it. I found myself turning my mind to his muscles, then comparing it to mine. Although we were always arguing, Brick and I had never been in a full on fist fight. Boomer, we could both overpower easily, with him being the youngest. I often imagined how our fight would turn out, but could never figure out who would be the winner. Where Brick had skills, I had strength. Where he had brains, I made up with speed. I would also have the advantage of having less mercy, bit Butch's plans were more cunning. All in all, it could even end up in a draw.
I suddenly felt the urge to be on my own. Normally I would wait for Bricks consent, but the impulse made me feel reckless. Without a second thought, I bounded out of the window and soared into the sky. I had long mastered the skill of hiding the green smoke that was released when I flew. I knew that it would take some time for my brothers to react to my action. If I my calculations were right, Boomer, the fastest flier of us three, would catch up with me in about ten minutes, due to my head start. By that time, I would have already reached my destination, the forest. That would make it even more difficult for them to find me. The thrill of a chase made adrenaline shoot through my body, and I shot forward.
The air always calm me. I would be in a sort of dreamlike state, yet still ready to fight at any instant. Soon the tall trees of the forest was looming below me. I was about to land when something caught my eye. A person dressed in green was standing by a tree. I moved closer, cautiously. The figure was punching the tree with a ferocity which I doubted even I could summon. I was about to laugh at the mortals useless venture when the great oak suddenly toppled over with a crack. I stood still as a statue, aghast. Whatever the thing was, it sure was strong. Suddenly, it turned to face me, and I realised two things. First of all, the thing was a female. Secondly, I was sure I had seen her before.
Then it hit me.
It was Buttercup.
I couldn't be blamed for not recognising her. She had definitely changed over the span of five years since i'd last seen her. Her body was now that of a young women. She was dressed in a black short, a puffy green shirt and some shoes. All this was enhanced by her emerald belt tied loosely around her waist. Her hair had grown, and was hanging around her shoulders. Her eyes, however, were still the same soft, pale green. I smiled, remembering how she blushed when I used to tease and flirt with her. She had her usual air of tomboyish violence, and strode forward with confidence. In my eyes, she looked beautiful.
Beautiful? A Powerpuff?
I remembered with a jerk to move out of her way. In trance, I began to follow her. I was enraptured by her, even though she was still the enemy. She stopped and giggled, and I almost thought she knew I was there. It wasn't the case. She sat down by a tree, and looked deep in thought. In that time, I had memorised every inch of her face, her long eyelashes, her cheeks... Then she started sweating, beads rolling down her forehead. At first I thought she was having a fit, but super heroes, or villains, for that matter, didn't have fits. I realised she must be imagining something. Then a small gasp escaped from her perfect lips and I heard her voice for the first time that day,
"I think Butch's eyes are beautiful?"
BANG