AN: This is the second book in an AU series I'm currently writing. It is not needed to read the first one to understand what is going on for this one but reading the first may help understand the plot a little bit.
I do not own Powerpuff Girls.
See no Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil
Vinegar, Snails, and Spice
"Power is always dangerous. Power attracts the worst and corrupts the best." –Edward Abbey
Envious forest green eyes glared at the black haired vixen that carefully tore at the skin of his back, blood rushing down his body in a cascade of red. He glared at her and she narrowed her dark green eyes at this, leaning down to his ear. Her hot breath spread against his skin and hissed, "Don't look at me like you're challenging me to see who's stronger, shit for brains."
He opened his mouth to say something but she slammed her fist into his back, shoving her hand through his burning muscles. He swore loudly and she giggled at his pain, enjoying him squirm. She started to whistle as she continued away through layers of muscles and nerves. He desperately wanted to scream but he was a proud warrior and warriors do not scream or show pain to the enemy. It was against his will; he would never cry in front of anyone.
"Shit!" he hissed at her and her sour green eyes narrowed, anger burning through them.
"You seriously want to fight me with your face in the ground?" she said and placed her hand further through his muscles, his eyes growing large and let out a gurgled cry. She smiled at this and he gagged out blood, some vomit along with it. She laughed and he scowled, staring at his frozen counterpart whose grass green eyes held no gaze.
Her short noir hair caked with her own blood and tears had dribbled down her cheek, staining her blood pink. The vixen had tear her clothes apart, leaving her body bare to him besides her lacy black bra that was stained red and ridiculous short skirt. Her skin broke open and killed her beauty.
He looked back at her with lucid burning in his eyes and snarled at her. She raised an eyebrow at this with a small giggle with it and pulled her hand out, oozing crimson all over him.
"See," she said and moved her black nailed hand dripping crimson in front his line of vision, "You really are weak."
His eyes grew immensely large and he grabbed her hand, attempting to crush the bones in his grasp. She scowled and punched his neck with her other hand, trying to knock him out. He snarled at her attack before tossing her and she slammed into a tree, snapping it in half. She blinked in surprise and narrowed her rotten green eyes before grabbing the axe next to the tree.
"You're seriously betting your fucking life that you can defeat me? You really must be an idiot." She stated and dragged the axe towards him, the ground ripping apart from it. Blood ran down his lip and into his mouth as he struggled to push himself back up.
"Shut the fuck up." He hissed back at her and she raised the axe above her head before moving it back with absolute ferocity. Green light shattered the blade and pieces stabbed her skin, blood coursing down her face and arms. Her eyes grew large then snapped around to face his counterpart smiling at her, her eyes glowed bright with laughter.
"You little bitch!" she snarled and his opposite closed her eyes but before she even noticed, he shot at her and captured her neck. His hands grasped her neck tight as if it was a noose hanging her and his wounds started to gasp out blood, he stifled out a small groan and increased his strength towards crushing her fragile neck. She struggled to receive oxygen and her eyes bugged out of her head, her face slowly turning blue.
"Die." He hissed and she kicked around franticly before managing to dig her black combat boots in hone of his many wounds. His eyes grew large and released her, falling to his knees in an enormous pain. She panted for breath for a few seconds before quickly regenerating and slammed her foot down on his head, forcing his face into the ground. He swore loudly and gripped the dirt tight, his nail digging into the soil and bleeding from the force of it.
"Now don't stop the fun!" she exclaimed and giggled at his agony. She turned to his counterpart and grinned wide, her smile almost breaking from her face. The handle of ax, being also made of metal that didn't snap, appearing back in her hand and clamped his leg down hard with her boots.
Agonizing pain shot through his left leg throughout his toes to thigh but especially at the shin and calf. It was as if something had pierced through his entire leg and weighed him down to not move. He felt himself tremble as he looked back to see what she had done to him.
She had pinned down his leg by shoving the handle through his body.
His eyes grew large at the sight of it and struggled to accept the fact that she had done that to him.
She had butchered his leg.
Just like his own name.
No one could be a butcher but himself!
He pushed his body up to see her moving back at his counterpart with a new weapon, being a hammer glowing green. She trudged it behind her and his counterpart made no attempt to move, as if she were waiting for her life to end by her hammer. She stopped in front of her and leaned down to her face.
"Now, what can you do, little hero? You're unable to move and no else is willing to risk their life for you." She said and tapped her fingernails against the hammer, "Now, get ready to die, puny hero."
She lifted the hammer up above her head and positioned it to crush his counterpart's skull. As the hammer went down, time seemed to slow down for the action to take part until a hand pulled her body backwards. Her eyes grew wide as she saw a crazed expression of a blood coated figure greet her. Hair caked with blood and a smile that almost broke apart his face along with blood coating the teeth of the person. His forest green eyes held no mercy and were full with hysteria and psychosis along with his entire body drenching the smell of decay and death. He grasp her black dress tight to keep her down and she couldn't stop her own weapon descending upon her body.
The hammer collapsed onto her body and crushed bones from the pressure, missing her vital organs but kept her still. She gaged out blood and almost instantly got knocked out with a crater appeared around her body.
He tuned to face his counterpart with his head tilted to the side and his counterpart awoke from her short time out, staring up at him with astonishment.
"How…" she choked out and coughed, pain raking her body, "Are you…still standing?"
She held wide eyes at the sight of blood continuously spewing out from his now empty left leg.
He heaved for breath and then fell down next to her, sweat cascading his body. She waited as he crawled over to her, the amount of blood coming from his empty left leg almost reached to pool around her head.
"It's nothing…" He stated with his insane expression plastered on his face, his eyes almost wanting to devour her whole, "Compared to what will become of them." He grabbed hold of her head, his blood coating her hair. He kept her gaze just on his eyes and then moved her closer to him.
"Only I…can become the butcher. It is only my spot to take in this war." He declared and pulled himself closer to her face, "Some petty little bitch has no say to proclaim the bloodiest and most psychotic spot on the battlefield. I need…."-he sputtered for the correct word out of his lips-"someone to make sure that that spot will not be taken again."
She slowly nodded at the realization that he wanted her to be that person.
"Will you be willingly to perform a contract with me to keep my spot as butcher secure in a trade to keep the city safe?" he asked and she blinked at this.
"You want me to…form a contract with you…to keep Townsville safe?" she spat out then grinned, chuckling a little at this, "What is the price?"
His grin grew even more on his face and replied, "Hear no Evil."
She slowly nodded at this as his eye flickered a darker color and with no other say, the words that escaped his lips couldn't reach her ears anymore.
"Good…" he stated and she held no emotion across her face, tying to decipher his words, "Now the butcher rightfully belongs to me, Butch, and the holder of my power to the one who can make sure it doesn't get stolen again, Buttercup."
He dropped his hands to the ground with his eyes fluttered to stay awake as she question what exactly the contract had done to both her and him.
