Dear readers and fans, do not be alarmed I will continue Hellfire Consumes The Soul, as soon as I am over my case of horrible writer's block. Because I had to completely scrap Darkness in an Innocents Heart and my original concept, I do not know how to proceed to fully capture the personality of this new demon Yokoshima no Akai. Kurayami was exactly what his name means, darkness. HE was evil to his core, Yokoshima however, seems to have much more complexity and I do not know how to make it so I can encompass all of him and have his influence shine through Naruto, in a dark , bloody and entertaining way. Alas, I feel as though this would not have happened if my first story was reported. But while I have no idea how to continue HCTS, I have a Powerpuff Girls Z story I've been working on, and trust me you will not be disappointed.
P.S. I will have one O.C. and a fourth PPG, named Bunny like in the American series. I may add to more, not sure, if I do there will be a lot more carnage and suffering. The chapters will be long well paced one-shots of your favorite pairings Brick/Momoko (Blossom), Boomer/Miyako (Bubbles), Butch/ Kaoru (Buttercup), and the others O.C./Sayuri (Bunny). The girls may or may not be normal, wait and see, and prepare for gore and sexual tension. Let's begin.
GoldenAngel001
P.S. No lemons, but some mature situations and gore.
Chapter 1: Fire
Brick's POV
Humiliation is something someone can only take for so long, and each time they are faced with it, the suffering cuts deeper and deeper until the pain is embedded into the soul. The degradation eats away at your mind, making you question yourself, your capabilities and self-worth as you doubt what you can do, all the while forcing your taunter's words to come true. You set yourself up for failure every time. The disappointment adding to the shame and embarrassment, causing the jeers to worsen to the point where your very sanity is almost thinking of committing the now very appealing action of suicide as you slowly go mad. You've lost everything at this point even the title that once made you the most feared villain in Tokyo City.
My 'Mama' couldn't take it anymore, he was suffering at the hands of the other crime lords, so much so that the added logic and sanity from his increased brain power was slipping. The numerous failed plans were crippling his resolve until he was desperate, because he could not defeat them, the protectors of this slowly downward spiraling city in Japan, the Powerpuff Girls. None of his so called brilliant plans could ever succeed, not one. Those four girls always won, knocking him off his ever dwindling pedestal, until every time he arrived in town to commit a crime the citizens laughed at his attempts saying it was a waste of time, you'll never win Mojo, leaving the chimp so discouraged he would just leave.
That discouragement quickly turned into white hot hatred, for all those who laughed at him, all who made him feel useless. Mojo despised feeling useless, and was going to fight against it like the trapped creature he was. Animals are always the fiercest when cornered, lashing out with power you thought you had taken away. This town thought he was down for the count, a washed up has been with nothing else to offer not even fear. The mayor had even gone so far as to remove him from the list of the most horrifying of all villains, insulting his pride and further plunging him into his darkness.
He was burning with contempt. Wanting so badly to lash out at the city, and crush it within his bare hands, to show them how wrong they were. He wanted throw his pain upon them, making them feel his agony tenfold. Mojo was going to fill their hearts with terror once again, and cause the mere utterance of his name to make any man shudder in panic. The only thing standing in his way was the inability to come up with a plan to take back his throne as one of the most frightening menaces ever to walk the earth, which only deepened his hatred for them. So far they were right, he was a failure, and all of his current plots would lead him to his undoing.
Soon the unceasing pleading with himself to come up a diabolical plan, caused my father to lock himself in a room for days, forgetting to sleep and eat. He became skin and bones; the only thing keeping him alive was him racking his brains for something so evil, so gut wrenchingly horrible even my brother Butch, the deadliest of us all, would cringe. My three brothers and I were worried, which was a miracle as we never cared about anything, except ourselves and our crushes, the very ones who put him in this state (the PPGs). We even brought and made him food, just to have our old furry punching bag back. But nothing helped, and we just stopped trying.
For weeks this went on, as he grew thinner and thinner and the bags under his eyes became as black as Butch's hair. We had become so used to it we stopped worrying and went back to looking at pictures of the sixteen year old Powerpuff Girls in the paper. We were so captivated by them and their beauty we didn't even notice the inspiration flash across his eyes and a long gone malicious smile creep over his lips.
Finally he began to eat and sleep again, but he still never came out of his room. We were glad Mama was almost back to his old self we could finally go back to the times we tortured him and used him as a play thing and not feel guilty about it because he was thin or sleep depraved. Now instead of silence, the nights were filled with the whirls of drills and the clangs of metal. We could smell the steel being welded, and see the sparks from under his door, as Boomer and Blaze let their imaginations determine what Mojo was up to. They had ideas like an ice cream maker or whatever the hell else. How wrong they were.
Three months later, the sounds of tools suddenly ceased and were replaced with our blood-chilling screams of pain. Mojo had dragged us and forced all four of us into the maw of the metal beast he had created. We were twelve at the time, terrified of the insane gleam in our creator`s eyes as he closed the doors he knew we couldn't break out of. We begged and cried for him to let us out, Boomer clutching to me in fear, even Butch trembling as Blaze and I pounded on the doors. He only laughed and turned the dials.
Black light encompassed us, and set us ablaze with ebony flames. It tore through, ripping at our insides and made us feel like blood was seeping from every part of our small bodies. Bones cracked and set into place, as we felt ourselves lengthen and age. We shrieked and screamed for so long our throats were raw and hoarse. I was burning on the inside the darkness changing me in its follower. I and my siblings were being perfected, made into the ultimate evil.... and when it was all over, our pain filled cries ceasing, I smirked, my newly acquired fangs folding over my lips. I liked this feeling.
My brothers did too, smiling as Mojo finally let us out, surveying our powerful, new seventeen year old bodies, an air of pride and accomplishment soaring around him that wasn't detectable for nearly a year. I looked. We needed new clothes for sure, but there was something different about each of us... aside from the lack of childhood, I could see it in their eyes that had darkened to an almost black shade of green, blue and violet. Butch's bloodlust had heightened, his smile sadistic in pleasure. Boomer had shed his cowardice and showed a devious intelligence through cool confidence. Blaze's mind seemed focused now, not jumping from subject to subject. He seemed liked he would play with those he killed, tormenting them till they begged for death's sweet embrace. I could feel it the darkness in me, my mind becoming more analytical, my vermillion eyes narrowed knowing I was brilliant beyond measure. The Rowdyruff Boys were reborn.
"Excellent." Mojo's grin widened. He led us to another room, where four shivering citizens were held.
"Kill them....all of them."
We smiled, especially my green eyed brother, the thought of blood running over our hands excited us. I grabbed one of them, crushing their arm with my strength. The ivory bones jutted out of her skin and crimson sped from the wound. It looked so warm, so inviting and tasty. My tongue lulled out of my mouth as the metallic smell hit my nostrils mixed with her unique scent of strawberries and cream. My red orbs bore into her brown ones that were silently asking to be set free. My face twisted into a cruel line, then I loosened my grip.
Her eyes opened wide, hope swimming in them, she really thought she would be let go. What a dumb bitch. I smile a sickening smile, as I enjoyed watching the hope fall from her face; tightening my grip with unbearable force I ripped her appendage off, shoulder and all.
The blood spurted out as she let out and pathetic whimper that was supposed to be a cry of terror. Now a fountain of the scarlet life flew from her, landing on my face, my lips. It was calling to me to taste it, the strawberry aroma choking me with pleasure and temptation. I didn't fight, I submitted myself to it, to my hunger. I could really taste it now, the sweetness of the thick liquid in my mouth. She really did taste like strawberries and cream. It was overwhelming, her delicious blood and scent. My body craved it, and there was nothing this woman could do to stop me from getting more of it. She was weak, losing her means of life, I wanted her now.
I jumped; her body went rigid as I landed on top of her, my legs wrapped around her waist. She was crying now, tears mixing with the blood that had sprayed upon her face, pale red streaks flowing over her cheeks. Her hair was matted to her forehead, blonde stained with her blood, her stump of an arm still squirting. A truly beautiful meal she was.
I bared my fangs, and plunged, the flesh giving way with a squelching sound that tickled my ears. The strawberry filling poured into to me from my giant, living Toaster Streusel square, as I took more and more bites, randomly placed where I could get the most blood. Her stomach was the best spot. Slicing her down the middle, my claw like nails getting covered in the red substance, her organs were exposed. She was still alive, but her screams had lowered to sharp gasps of air as she struggled to breathe.
I made her watch as I pulled her spleen from her torso, and bit into it. I pulled her intestines away letting the acid fall from them and eat the skin on her face, purposely forcing her to drink her own bile and piss. Blood came up in her throat, and I kissed her, letting my tongue pry its way into her mouth, tasting every crevice. Her breathing slowed and then stopped. She was dead, and yet my soul was the one in heaven, her taste still on my lips, along with a smile.
"Brick…enough, you did well…. you and your brothers." I stand, listening to my father speaks.
"Now find your Powerpuff counterparts, and make them suffer any way you can, make them desperate with insanity like they did to me. Boys I want you to torment them to the point where they want to die then ….keep them alive…. for your own pleasure."
I smile. I imagine my Blossom's blood washing over me, painting our skin crimson while our tongue mingled in each other's mouths, my hands traveling to unexplored parts of her body. Her moans heightening as I bit her slender neck, saying my name over and over in those huffy breaths. My eyes glow in ecstasy, and I look to my brothers, their faces filled with my same hunger and want. With the power Mojo had given us, not could stop us from taking them, not even they themselves, and I could make my fantasies a reality, all I had was draw her out. Soon Blossom… soon I get to lick the wounds I make all over you, and taste you on my tongue.
"Boys… ready to have some fun."
XXX
Normal POV
Chilling winds tore through Tokyo City, as a young redheaded vixen walked home, wishing, for once, she hadn't worn a skirt and listened when her mom said it was going to be cold and that she should wear something warm, not cute. Something that wasn't cute, that was high treason to Momoko, so just to spite her mother, she put on a skirt. What a dumbass she could be sometimes, at least she had put on long sleeves.
Her long coppery locks billowed around her, threatening to destroy the pink hair band holding them firmly in on the back of her head. Rose hued irises narrowed as the wind blew against her, trying to push her back to where she came… and school was over, and would be for the next three weeks of Winter Break, so she wasn't going to some damn empty building. Annoyance played across her face as her scarf slapped her, something she was feeling a lot of lately, due to a so called 'genius' primate.
He was bordering on the insufferable, to the point where Momoko just wanted to kick him repeatedly until he stopped moving and bled out over the pavement. Mojo was her pain of all pains, and she just wanted it to all be over. Didn't he know that he'd never win, that good always triumphed over evil every time? All of Mojo's plans failed time and time again, until he had gotten sloppy and repeated previous schemes. She and her teammates had gotten so tired of it they opted for drawing straws to determine whose problem he was. Mojo wasn't even worth it, he wasn't even worthy of being called a villain; he was a nuisance, a fucking nuisance.
His attacks were taking up her time, making her skip school, which in turn caused her to miss tests and homework, which lowered her grades, which got her questioned by her parents, who in turn grounded her until they got better… which they wouldn't because of that damn monkey. God, why couldn't he give up? Mojo was old news, and needed to move on in life. Get a damn hobby, and maybe some friends too.
Momoko sighed. She really needed to get home, the snow was starting to fall and she was the only one left outside, the streets barren of life. If she had moved faster, she could've been home be now enjoying a vanilla sundae next to the fire right now. That just made her grit her teeth, before she trudged harder against the wind, hunger strengthening her resolve to get home and get her precious sweets. She narrowed her mind, focusing on that one objective, oblivious to a pair of crimson orbs watching her in the distance.
Brick smirked, how had he not seen it before, was he really that damn stupid that he couldn't see it? This girl he was watching, and admittedly following, had the same hair color, and, even though she was a short distance away from her, his enhanced eyesight made him aware she, in fact, had the same color eyes. Not many people had pink eyes, and it was highly improbable that there were two people in the same area with that color. Not only that, her scent was the same cinnamon fire he fell for.
"I found you." He slipped into the white shadows of the snow, right behind her, creeping quietly along. He was closer now, closer than before and could make out her curves that had filled out over the past years. Every time she turned, he press more into the darkness, catching a glimpse of her pale skinned breasts pushed up by the pink silk, almost white corset top, lace covering her arms. His eyes glanced to her firm bottom, barely covered by the magenta plaid skirt, black leather boots running up to just under the hem. She turned into a secluded alley, probably a short cut to get home and one obvious fact stood out to him… his Blossom would be alone.
Brick growled, salivating with want as he snuck along silently, deciding to hell with this ninja shit, he wanted her NOW. He pounced throwing her to the ground underneath him, flipping her over so their eyes locked, hers widened in surprise, and his squinted in sadistic glee. "Hey Blossom, long time no see." He whispered in her ear, cockiness evident in his tone.
"Brick?" She cursed at herself; why in the hell did she say his name? She had given her secret identity away, letting him known that she indeed was Hyper Blossom, just how stupid was she? She could have said you have the wrong girl my name's Momoko, or if she was paying more attention to her surroundings she wouldn't even be in this mess.
But she was so shocked to see him, the last time she had he was a child, no older than eleven or twelve. He and his brothers were making trouble a usual, annoying them all. Now, he was no longer that child, he was man, a strong man, whose very presence felt darker, scaring her to the point of immobility. His aura used was always black, but…but now it seemed to let no light in, solid in its color, absorbing everything into its depths. It terrified her, not only was he stronger, but he was more malevolent and scary, and she started to think that if she lied he would know and make her miserable as a result.
"The one and only." Momoko felt her heart stop in her chest as she stared at him, panic's icy grip freezing her along with the biting cold. He lay there on top of her, her wrists trapped in either of her his hands, his legs spread at the her waist, groin against her stomach. A cruel grin was set on his, dare she say handsome face. Were those fangs?! She could see the ivory pinpricks shining vaguely through the snow.
She tensed as she felt his hot breath on the sensitive skin of her neck, his voice tickling its hairs making her shiver. "Did you miss me?"
"NO." She may be Momoko, but she also was still Blossom, fearless leader of the PPGZ, a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, whose name was spread among the underworld of crime with malice and grudging respect. No one ever made her feel this way, she was not helpless, she was not weak, and her voice sure as hell wasn't giving away she was afraid.
She pushed against him, with all her might, trying to lift her arms and wrench them from his grasp. He smiled, cold and sharp, crushing her wrist with such force it brought tears to her eyes. She had to stop him before he hurt her even more. She struggled against him with even more vigor, before she felt the fire as it scorched her wrists. Brick was grinning fully, his elongated canines more visible, a mad gleam in his eye. She stopped, the smell of singed flesh reaching her nose, tears pricking her eyes. That was new, she thought ruefully, then again whatever the hell happened to him has made him stronger, who said it couldn't give him new powers.
" Did I hurt you, I'm sorry," his voice was mocking now, taunting her, "I'll make it better." She stared in his eyes hoping to relay a message, to him, pleading with him to let her go or she'd hurt him, she'd make him bleed for burning her. He stared back, the maliciousness twinkling in his red orbs. She tried to stare him down, to show she wasn't going to take this, but he seem liked he was immune to her glares. He wen so far as to glare back, the smirk twisted into a snarl filled with bloodlust,... Brick liked challenges.
She had bled when he burned her, and the smell was making him crazy. She smelled simply irresistible, that cinnamon aroma he loved so much asking to be lapped up. Carefully she took both her wrists in one hand, clasping them in an iron grip. The blood made a puddle under her hands. He dipped one delicate finger into the dark liquid, never breaking his gaze with Blossom. He rubbed it over his lips, letting his tongue run over them to taste her source of life. He shuddered, she tasted amazing, his groin pressing harder on her belly.
Momoko continued to stare, at him slightly mesmerized, and disgusted, at his appearance. Brick had gotten eerily handsome, pale skin, a strong jaw, red flowing locks and his beautiful, crimson irises. They were gorgeous, dark orbs, nearly black with gold and red swirling specks, coursing with power that made her weak. They were horrible and yet she couldn't look away from them and their hypnotizing glow. His lips were still stained with her blood, he seemed to like it. Nausea filled her stomach, how could he like blood, it was sickening.
"Hey," he shocked her back to reality, "I wanna make this more fun, …for me. I'll let you transform, if you can make it to your house before dark, I'll leave you alone for the rest of this week, if I catch you... your mine forever."
"What the hell kind of deal is that, it's not even fair at all, what the hell kind of logic-" He cut her off, burning the already blackened flesh again.
"I make the rules Blossy, you don't get to be in control this time, you hate that don't you, but run and don't try to fight me you'll lose, I could kill you now you know, with no hesitation, then eat your body leaving no trace of you. You're weak babe."
She scoffed, appalled at his audacity. He looked at her and smirked, "Would you like to try, huh Blossy, let's fight; I'll enjoy getting to taste more of your blood." He got off her, and watched as she sprang away from him, rubbing her wrists tenderly, scowling at him from across the alley. Blood stuck to her arms, clearly in sight as she pressed the compact under her shirt, morphing into his favorite little hero in a dynamic fighting pose.
Brick's gaze wondered from her panting face, down her well-toned body and legs. The pink undershirt stopped well above her abdomen, showing off her chest and defined muscles of her stomach. Her skirt was even shorter than the one she was wearing before, and left him wondering how she wasn't cold at all. Her legs were spread, showing just how tight the piece of fabric was on her. Now all that pale skin was exposed to him, and he was slightly regretting what he was going to do to it… but only slightly.
Blossom's breathing had slowed, her gaze leveling into a hard stare, she was going to KILL him! He had made her helpless, he had made her feel weak, he had shown her was stronger than she was and then, to add insult to injury, doubted her ability to fight him. She was going to make him pay, and then beg for her mercy. She charged, flinging her yoyo at him, in an attempt to immobilize him and much to her shock and delight she caught him.
The yoyo had wrapped around him, the thin constricting wires smashed him arms to his waist, and unbalanced him making him fall in the pavement with a thud. She smirked and walked toward him, heavily intent on kicking him in his chest repeatedly. How the mighty have fallen, this is what talking shit gets you. She looked at down at him, smirk she evident… for about two seconds, then it was gone.
The captive Brick, was simply there, looking up at her, highly amused. He had let her catch him, giving her the false hope that she may have had a chance. Blossom started to tremble, since when had he been able to fool her like that, since when was he able to even come up with something that she could fall for. She was supposed to be the smartest, but Brick had just fooled her, he made her arrogance her undoing. She had never felt so small, and he was there, lying on the damn ground for God's sake. What happened to the Brick she knew, the little kid she used to beat up for his childish antics and pranks.
Brick calmly watched as her confidence broke around her, another one of her defenses down. He loved watching her crumble like that, he always did, now he was just smart enough to be able one of the one's that could make it happen. Maneuvering himself onto his back, flexing against the invisible threads, hearing them protest and snap, he rose off the cold ground and towered over her trembling form.
"Is that the best you've got." She flinched, the rage fogging her vision she threw a wall breaking punch. Normally that would've sent him flying through the concrete behind them, but he just caught it in his hand, shocking her again. She threw another one, the end result the same. She pulled and pulled, but nothing was happening, she was stuck. She even tried the old standby, but he just dodged, and flung her into a nearby wall.
Blossom shouted in pain, her head bouncing off the wall, leaving a dark red streak. Her body sagged forward, almost plummeting to the dirt below. She dropped to her knees, hair covering her face, and her tears. Refusing to give up, she told herself she could win,no, would win. She jumped at him into a flying kick, only to make contact with his elbow.
Fury fed her movements, she spun and kicked at him again, throwing punches, angry punches, at him in a blur of malicious tactics. She aimed them all at his handsome face, hoping to break his jaw or blacken one of his breath-taking eyes. Sweat matted her hair to her neck, and clothes stuck to her figure, …she… was… pissed. Pissed he was stronger, pissed he was smarter, and pissed she hadn't landed any blows. Blossom was fighting with all her might, but nothing was getting through. She threw another punch, and at that moment she let her guard down.
Opportunity reared its ugly head, and Brick plowed into her face with a fist that sent her hurtling to the other side of the alley again. She crashed into a trash bin, toppling it, garbage spraying all over her. A bruise was already spreading on her cheek. He flashed toward her, his shadow encasing her form.
"I told you not to fight me," his face was closing in on hers, " now run and pray you make it home, you get a twenty second head start." She sat and stared at he for a few moments, debating on whether she should run or keep fighting, but the pain in her cheek told her to get out of there. She sat up, five seconds had already went by and jolted out of the alley way. Blossom still had a good half hour before she would get home, and she hoped she did get there.
Brick, still in the alley way, counted away the seconds, devising ways to capture his Blossom. He had a plan, and her noble intentions of being a hero would be her undoing. Her pure motives always threw her in harm's way, whether it be battling monsters who could tear her apart or flying towards a robot firing lasers that could disintegrate her in one hit. She would never let a citizen suffer or get hurt, Blossom would be there for him, no matter who it was. A smile worked its way onto his face, the twenty seconds were up.
Blossom streaked threw the streets, why did she live so far away from school, and why did she insist on walking home every day. No wonder her parents worried about her, but of course she wanted to be independent and refused their offers to drive her home from school. Now she wished she'd taken it, then some genetically enhanced super boy wouldn't be after her and she wouldn't be running for her life.
For once, Blossom was afraid. Whatever happened to him, whatever made him into what he was now made him one of the most intimidating people in the world to her. He was an arrogant bastard who had every right to be, he was smart and able to play on her weaknesses, like her pride. When she caught him in her yoyo, it made her prideful, another baddy down, brought to his knees by Blossom. He knew it would, and used that, distracting her when he broke the strings.
He isn't the same boy anymore, he's evil, truly evil. When he was kid he was just a vandal, nothing more. But now, he's older, somehow, stronger, and more evil. He analyzes everything and everyone, getting in their heads and playing on what makes them tick. He's just sick.
"HELP ME!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!." The scream floated in the wind, breaking her from her thoughts. She stopped, the rosette streak behind her fading.
" PLEASE HELP ME!!!" She was stuck, some madman was chasing her, and all she had to do was get home and she'd be safe. She sighed, like he would keep his word and leave her alone all week, he was a villain! She couldn't trust what he said at all, she couldn't even trust him as far as she could throw him... which was pretty damn far. But still, she wouldn't ignore them, they needed help, she was a hero. She had made a promise to all the people in Tokyo City that she'd protect them before herself.
Her conscience weighed on her, telling her to go help them, while her sanity screeched at her to go home and forget about them, the sun was setting already, the sky an orange tinted blue. They fought with each other, they raged on and on until the conscience won. The vapor trail of coral light followed her as Blossom sped to where she heard the cry.
Scanning the playground, Blossom tried to find the person she heard calling. She couldn't see a thing, even though the snow had stopped falling, and all that was left was a white wonderland. Frost formed on the jungle gym, coating it in ice, the swing chains frozen and unmoving. She cautiously made her way around the corner, turning towards the forest. Where were they, where was the person crying for her? Blossom turned the corner, wishing that she hadn't asked herself that. The man who had called her, was there, but couldn't call her for help at all anymore.
Brick tore open his throat, crimson life erupting from the wound. The veins and arteries hung from it in red and blue ribbons. He opened his mouth, gasping for air, eyes wide, and pleading with her to save him, then in he just froze, his vision glazing, the tears in his eyes falling, crying for the death of his body. Blossom heard the snap of his neck, as Brick broke it with one flex of his arm, the skull hanging limply to the left.
The Rowdyruff Boy had a twisted expression on his face, licking the blood from his hands and chewing one the throat in his palms. He ripped into the corpse, exposing the heart and lungs. Brick bent over, plunging his face into the bloody opening.
She could hear the rips and tears as he reared back, the heart coming with him, trapped in his fangs. The muscles released the organ, a squelching sound assaulted her ears. Skin fell from his lips, and crimson life rained onto the pavement. He spit it into his hand, appraising it like an artist would a painting, a sneer grazing his blood covered lips. He bit into it, savoring the taste then swallowing, until it was gone, a memory forever ingrained in her head.
Why couldn't she have been selfish for fucking once in her short existence, then she never would have seen this, and she was sure it wasn't over. Damn she hated being right all the time.
Brick pulled more organs from the man's torso, crushing them in his palms then watching the scarlet substance run down his arms, which he lapped up eagerly with his thick tongue. He tossed the pulps into the trees, where some other animal would consume it. Sticking his hand back into the body, he ripped the final organ from his body, the long sickly colored intestine in his grip. Placing on end in his mouth, Brick slurped it into his maw like spaghetti.
Having his fill, his moved away from the cadaver, smirking down at it, its head still poking out at an odd angle. With one smooth motion, he held his arm out over the body. Fire flew from his fingertips, encasing the body with orange flames, scorching the skin and turning the blood black, causing the flesh to melt off. She could see the once ivory bone and the pink muscle darkening in the fire.
Blossom's eyes glanced to the glanced to the crimson clad Rowdyruff boy, the satanic glee painted on his features. She wanted to move, but stood there, still as a statue. He wasn't the Brick she knew, she understood that now, he had become a monster. He turned toward her slowly, deliberately, his crimson gaze locking onto her.
"I knew you'd come." Damn. He played on her weaknesses once again, knowing she'd help anyone in need, and for some reason, Blossom knew that she wouldn't get a head start this time. She knew couldn't out fly him. She for damn sure knew she couldn't fight him either, so the only thing she did was stand in the spot her feet were rooted to as he elegantly strode toward her.
"You're not going to run, Blossy?" He stared down at her, hands tucked in his indigo denim jeans, the red shirt gathered at his wrists.
Blossom looked up, trembling before him, crystalline tears falling down her face, at Brick, standing before her in all his terrible glory, his aura blazing like the fire burning the corpse. She knew she couldn't win, and it pissed her off to the point where she was crying tears of anger, anguish, and fear. Damn it all, damn it all to hell, she hated losing, she hated being weak, and she hated the fucking name Blossy, ... but dammit she was goin to fight.
"You know the sun hasn't set yet Blossy," his voice was low, "you can still make it home, and I'll leave you alone for a week." She ihnored him.
" You knew."
"Knew what?"
"You knew that I'd come and help anyone, so you made him scream then killed him…. YOU MONSTER!!" She flung herself at him, punching with everything she felt build up inside her, trying desperately to wipe that fucking smirk from his face. He just dodged and ducked, making her angrier and angrier, she was being reckless.
Brick had broken her, like he wanted, she was screaming at him calling him a monster, ignoring the setting sun. He caught her fists, and pushed her onto the jungle gym, the cold of the iron making her shiver. She was still screaming profanities at him, the tears still streaming down her face. She was weak after throwing so many punches, tiring herself out, a pink flash she returning to her human form. He had her now, pinning her legs with his own.
He ran a hand over her cheek, smearing tears and blood onto porcelain skin. She was whimpering now, a beaten and disheveled shell of her former self. He planted kisses on her neck as she struggled against his blood soaked chest, her clothing surely drenched in it by now.
Bloody lip prints stained the skin on her collar bone, as he went up and down the side of her throat. She was whimpering, not only out of anger and utter incompetence on her part but also from involuntary pleasure. He suckled her neck, and it felt so good, but she didn't want this not from him. She pushed on him, but of course she made no progress in actually getting him off her, screeching with all the air in her lungs for Brick to get off her.
Brick was lost in the task at hand, he could smell the life in her veins, it was like candy, sweet and addicting, it was like it was all she ate, and on top of that she was screaming his name. Life couldn't get any better. With each kiss, he wanted nothing more than to taste her blood again, one time just wasn't enough for him. He bit into her, and was rewarded with a moan of pain from his Blossom's lips. He sucked up all the blood pouring out, not being able to get enough of her. He bit again, and enjoyed her moans. His hands left her wrists sliding up her sides, under her skirt and bra to her breasts.
Brick kneaded them in his hands, caressing them with loving pulls. The blood from the wound on her neck, staining her blouse which he was hell-bent on tasting all of. He moved to her face, the red substance glistening and reflecting itself in her rosette pools. Momoko spat in his face, he wiped it away from and held her chin in his fingertips. She was angry, nothing like pleasuring a pissed off bitch.
She was moaning for him to stop, saying his name over and over to leave her alone, but he wouldn't listen to her. Brick continued his ministrations, plunging himself into them. Her scent, the damn mind fucking scent was making him insane. The cinnamon was teasing him, sticking to his tongue, and leaving its smell on his clothes and hands. It made him drunk with lust, and he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied, until she had passed out from pleasure.
His left hand still at work, twisted her breast and his nails dug into her mounds. She cried out, a mix of pain and natural sexual sensation as he lifted it to his lips, taking one good lick, and in one quick motion pressing his lips to hers. Prying her lips open, her took her tongue in her mouth, tickling it with his own. He explored the caverns of her mouth, making her taste herself. He bit her lip, and felt the wetness squirt over his buds.
Blood dripped from the kiss onto her chest that was being molested and twisted in ways that made her release muffled cries. The blood painted her flesh red, as one of his hands ran over her abdomen to her hot core. He lifted the hem of her skirt, her squirming resumed, her body pleading with him to remove himself from her. He was just too strong.
Blossom felt his fingers enter her, and despite herself she arched into his chest. His hand left her breasts and went to caressing her bottom, another finger entering her, as he kissed her deeper than before. She bit at his tongue, but he only chuckled and tore at her already throbbing lip. Brick stopped assaulting her bloodied mouth, and leaned down to remove the blood from her breasts and stomach.
Her moans escaped freely now, and she cursed at her vulnerability. She was enjoying it, at least the part of her, he primal urges, but the other part was being sent into a dark oblivion of shame and suffering. He had planned this all along, and Brick finally got what he had wanted from her.
His finger pumped faster and harder, raking her inside and causing more of the red elixir to coat his two digits. She moaned hard, saying his name with a loud and angry and pleased shriek. He stopped pulling away from her, his teeth showing in a toothy grin.
"Blossy, you lost," Momoko looked up, seeing the stars twinkling in the dark velvet sky, "you're mine now." She felt cold fear stab at her heart with tiny pinpricks, as he descended upon her once more. She reached out to swing at him, but he just dodged and smacked her hard across her face, knocking her to the ground.
Momoko fought to stay awake, the darkness ebbing away at her vision, before she couldn't take it anymore and fell in to the embrace of unconsciousness. Brick scooped up her form, placing her arms around her neck, and holding her by her thighs. He had won his little Blossom, and she could never get away from him, not ever.
"Your mine princess, mine, and won't ever leave." Placing the soaked fingers in his mouth he took the blood in his mouth, her flavor was intoxicating. He jumped, hovering in the air long enough to glance at her pretty face, then take off to his home, a streak of crimson following him, fading into the night.
So I hoped you liked it, it took me two days to write. Read and review. The next chapter will be Boomer/Miyako. GoldenAngel001. Goodbye for now.