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Author's Note: This story is set in one, big flashback. But since this story starts with a prologue, it is in the present.

A cruel smirk adorned his lips. Blossom, leader of the Powerpuff Girls, was dead. Blood soaked her pink uniform. Her eyes were shut gently. Her skin was cold and pale. He had the pleasure in seeing the light leaving her pink eyes, just before he closed them for her. There was no point in leaving them open. He had killed her.

Now the Bubbles and Buttercup share their sister's fate. They were bound to lose. How could they possibly know how to destroy him without Blossom practically bossing them around like arrogant brat she was? All he had to do was destroy them like he had Blossom. What fools they all were. His plan had worked so well and everything falling into place. The whole plot was deliciously evil. The world would soon be his.

"So sorry, Blossom, but you were getting in the way."

Flashback story begins

Brick stared at Pokey Oaks High School with amazement. There were so many attractive girls. Now that he and his brothers were teenagers, the idea of being kissed, or simply being touched by a female, wasn't so repulsive. Actually, the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys was actually looking forward toying with a girl's heart. Having sex and then not calling them the next day. Heh. What could be more fun than that? Easy. Torturing the Powderpuff Brats. He imagined himself beating up Blossom. The thought of her blood on his hands made him smile viscously. He would kill her just like she had killed him so many years ago.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" Butch exclaimed, smacking his brother of the head.

Brick punched Butch in the stomach hardly. "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again." He threatened, bitterly. Butch nodded hesitantly. "Good. Now, we have to find those brats."

"I see one." Boomer pointed at a girl with long, straight, red hair tied in a bow. She was sitting on a wooden bench, reading a book.

Boomer started his way over to her. Brick grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. "Not so fast." Blossom was his mission, and he wanted to make sure that Boomer knew that. "I want the pleasure in bothering that brat. You take Bubbles."

Butch grunted. "Talk about possessive."

Brick shot his brother a death glare. He turned his attention back to Boomer. "She's my counterpart, not anybody else's. Got that?"

Boomer didn't see what the big deal was. It was only Blossom. Why would Brick care which sister he got? The blue Rowdyruff didn't want to read too much into it, since most of the time Brick was like this. Mean and rude, meanwhile they followed his orders like dogs. Brick was the leader and Boomer and Butch was supposed to follow his demands without question. Except, Butch's mind was a little more rebellious, and occasionally him and Brick would fight, but Boomer never cared.

Brick pulled on his jacket to calm himself. Silently, he even admitted that maybe he was a little too hard on his brothers. He looked at Blossom, whom had giggled to herself, apparently reading something funny. He rolled his eyes. He wasn't being possessive over Blossom; he just wanted a challenge. Since Blossom was smart and the leader of the Powerpuff Girls and Brick was practically her equal, he thought that it was quite logical that she would be his to destroy. It was only fair.

He strolled casually over to the pink-eyed girl. His shadow hovered over her head, forcing her to look up in curiosity. Brick smirked when her eyes met his in astonishment. Oh, how he wanted to kill her then and there, but he figured Him's plan would work soon. "Hey there, brainiac."

"Brick," she gasped, getting up. "No. I'm dreaming. You're dead."

He could hear her heart pounding. "What can I say? You just can't keep a good guy down?"

The red-eyed boy took Blossom's hand eagerly. She quickly took it away from his grasp. "You're no good guy, Brick! You're a jerk!"

Brick had to remind himself how much he wanted her alive just to destroy her. He sighed and his made his tone sound understanding. "Blossom, I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong. My brothers and I have changed. Please, Blossom. I don't want to hurt you."

Her eyes filled with suspicion. "And why should I believe you, Brick? You wanted to kill me and now all of a sudden, you want to make peace with me. I wasn't born yesterday, you know."

Choke her! Choke her! Brick quietly thought to himself. "Just give me a chance."

"I can't. If I do, who's to say your stupid brothers won't destroy my sisters? Just go away, Brick! I'm sure there's some other innocent girl you can annoy." Suddenly, her pink cell phone range. "Hello? Dad? Okay, I'm on my way."

She flew off in a hurry. Probably off to go fight some monster. Goody two-shoes. How sickening. His brothers came up from behind him. "Don't worry we have plenty of time," Boomer said, padding Brick's shoulders. Brick brushed his hand away.

"This is going to be fun," Butch muttered. He noticed Brick's face looking sad. "Are you pouting?"

"No!" he shouted defensively. "You two go find the other two. I'm going after Blossom." Boomer and Butch looked at him. "What are you looking at? I said go!"

"Sir, yes, Sir!" Boomer playfully saluted.

Brothers. Sometimes, Brick wished he had been an only child.