Welcome...again. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter because this is where it gets interesting. I tried so hard to make this chapter long without giving out too much information because if I do you'll already know whats going on before it actually happens.
I was suppose to upload this chapter yesterday, you know for the kids that started school but I had some personal demons to deal with, then I tried earlier today but since I don't have my own computer I always have to ask permission before I can even touch anything...not an excuse an actual reason.
I miss owning my own things. T-T
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the PowerPuff Girls if I did I would probably try and keep the show alive, even 10 years later.
Fan Fact: Craig McCracken not only created the PowerPuff Girls but also created Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends...but of course you already knew that. :P
Chapter Two: Sunday, August 26
The PowerPuff Girls, I see them everywhere I look in Townsville. Billboards, posters, TV, my fucking magazine. I fling it on the couch from my seat in the recliner and attempt to have the vision of the triplets promoting an old ice cream parlor rubbed out of my eyes. I shivered, immensely pissed off at myself for finding that ad, dare I fucking admit it…sexy.
"Cheer up bro," Butch tossed Mojo's decorative pillow at me as he flopped on the couch. "It's gonna be a good day today!"
"Why are you so gleeful?" I stared at the pillow, tempting myself to throw it back at him with full force…just for the hell of it. Butch looked over the couch with eager eyes.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I guarantee that scream was heard around the world. I watched Butch erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "You shaved him didn't you?" I said rather than ask. My borderline psychotic brother couldn't even produce enough oxygen in his lungs to answer me.
"Which one of you nasty hooligans did this to me. By this, I mean the full removal of my fur. The fur that once covered my body. My body which is completely now hairless!" Our primate father emerged from his bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Looks like he was just about to take a shower until he discovered his new haircut.
I tried my best to hold in the laughter upon seeing a bald Mojo Jojo. It didn't help at all that his brain was also sticking out making him look teen times worse. "Fresh new looks, Pop." I join in on the fun; Laughing alongside Butch, enjoying Mojo's misfortune. "You two are the most disrespectful monsters I have ever encountered in my life." Mojo stomped back to his room. Wow, that was the shortest sentence I've ever heard him say.
"Where's Boomer?" I ask finally able to calm down enough to talk.
Butch shrugs his shoulders, releasing his last bundle of chuckles. "Showing off his new do I guess." He turned on the TV, mumbling about how awesome his prank was.
"The PowerPuff Girls seem to be having a bit of trouble at this moment."
Everywhere. They're on the news, again. Fighting another monster at…I glance at my wrist watch, 12:11pm again.
Butch scoffed, "it doesn't look so tough."
I agree; it's only a five headed dragon that breathes fire, has razor sharp claws and a two thousand foot wing span. I watched as said dragon swings its tail and slams Bubbles into a nearby building. Blossom yells a command to Buttercup and attempts to shot the heads with laser beams. A large claw swung, ripping Blossom's skirt open. "Hey!" I hear her scream to the beast.
"Aye!" Butch sits up eyeing the television now. I threw the pillow at him. The last thing I need is my brothers having any kind of feelings toward the girls other than hate. "I wanna fight." Butch stood to his feet and spoke with blood lust dripping off his lips.
"Don't go out there. I don't need any kind of grief when you win." I ordered him to sit back down and watch the fight unfold on the giant screen before us.
Buttercup lands a good number of hits on the multi-headed reptile but it always ended up slamming her either into the cement or a building of some kind. I admit watching these so called superheroes lose to a simple creature like that, does make me want to fight as well. I sneer in amusement, watching Buttercup; beaten, bruised and bloody, continuing to fly right back into the fight. Determined to win the battle. She grabs the tail of the dragon and swings it viciously in circles before releasing it in the air.
CRASH!
You have got to be fucking kidding me. I stand, pushing the large debris off my body. That bitch threw the fucking monster straight into us.
Butch emerges with an unconscious…shaven primate in his arms. "What the fuck just happened?"
"Rawr!" Three of the dragon heads exclaimed while the other two blew flames all around, destroying what was left of what we called home.
Butch and I flew to higher ground with Mojo in tow.
"What happened?" Boomer flies toward us.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Butch questioned.
"Boomer, take Mojo somewhere safe. I don't want him dying on us." I ordered, not caring where he was at the moment, I'll interrogate him later. Normally I keep a very watchful eye on Boomer. I believe it was the day my naive little brother was kidnapped by the Puffs and Bubbles went undercover in his place.
Boomer gave me a surprising look before taking our surrogate father from Butch's grip and taking off.
"Butch. Get ready to have some fun." I smile evilly.
"I knew today would be a good day." Butch twitched in excitement.
Sunday, August 26, 12:32pm
"Buttercup!" I fly to her side, anger swelling up inside me. "Are you insane, what if you threw that monster into someone's house?" I expressed.
"Don't worry, I have excellent aim. There's no way I could hit anything."
"Girls."
"And just how are you suppose to know that!" I snapped.
"I just know alright!" Buttercup ripped off what was left of my skirt.
"Hey! I just successfully tied that around my waist securely!"
"I don't need to be a genius to know that I didn't do anything wrong."
I snatch my pink skirt from my tomboyish sister and once again wrap it around my waist; relieved that I had decided to wear my spandex short shorts underneath it today. "You do not understand the serious consequences you could have done."
"Girls."
I rub my temples. Giving Buttercup these talks is always so frustrating.
"Oh for the love of-fine, if I hurt anyone I'll apologize and ask if there's anything I can do to help th-"
"Girls!" Bubbles scream demanded both mine and Buttercup's attention.
"What?" We yelled in union.
"Look!" She pointed to where the monster crash landed. Red, blue and green streaks were surrounding all five heads of the dragon.
"…Oh, no." I gulped flying as fast as I could to the site, my sister's not far behind.
"What are they doing?" Bubbles asks upon the scene of the RowdyRuff Boys taking orders from their leader.
Buttercup huffs, "Stealing all my fucking action, that's what!"
"Watch your language!" I sneer at my sister, not looking away from the boys.
Boomer nods and shoots a machine gun of spit into each eyeball of the monster.
"Ew…" Buttercup, Bubbles and I say in union.
The monster screeches in agony, no longer flapping its large wings to stay airborne. Butch obeyed his leader without question, quickly landing on the ground and kicking the gigantic beast perfectly, sending it into the sky. Brick finished the five headed dragon off. Skillfully tying the necks together, double knotting it with its tail. "Boom, think fast!" He yells.
Boomer lands on the ground holding a huge electrical current baseball bat.
"Get a homerun, bro!" Butch cheered, acting as an umpire.
Brick threw a fastball...Boomer swung the bat...
"Homerun!" Bubbles landed beside both Boomer and Butch.
I gave her specific orders not to talk to them and she disobeys me as soon as she gets the chance.
I look back at Buttercup, noticing a sour look on her face. "He sent the monster straight into space…I can't even tell if it came back down to earth or not."
I sigh, "We better get down there." We both regretfully land softly next to Bubbles.
"Oh my gosh, that was so amazing Boomer, Butch! My blue eyed sister gushed. Unnecessary.
Boomer blushes from embarrassment, "Uh, thanks."
Butch pushes his brother to the side, "Actually, I'm the amazing one. Boomer here is my sidekick."
"Hey!"
"I'm the amazing one and you two and my sidekicks." Brick floats down between his goons, staring my sisters and I down with an evil glare in his eyes. I mentally prepare myself just in case he decided to attack. We may not fight as often as we use to but we still find ourselves with bruises, cuts, and lumps from the boys every so often.
Butch groans, "I don't wanna be a sidekick."
Ignoring him I ask the freighting red leader, "Why did you help us?"
Butch scoffed in response, "We weren't helping Leader Girl, we just wanna have some fun." He winked at me and I fight the urge to punch him in the jaw right then and there.
"PowerPuff Girls!" A small crowd of citizens' carrying both cameras and microphones surround us.
"It's the news team, Blossom." Buttercup warned.
"And the paper." Bubbles added
"I'm aware!" I nearly snap, completely annoyed buy this entire day so far. First the monster then my skirt, my violent sister, the boys and now the press.
"Girls, girls, are you thanking the RowdyRuff Boys for saving the day?"
"What!" Buttercup snapped, "They didn't-"
Bubbles covers our sister's mouth and whispers in her ear, "Don't embarrass yourself on TV again. Professor wouldn't be happy about a certain incident happening all over again."
"You can thank me know." Brick demanded attention.
"Oh really!" Tika, a journalist for Townsville Weekly asks with enthusiasm in her voice.
Brick motioned to the girls. "Go ahead."
"This is amazing!" Tika squealed, "Make sure the camera stays rolling." She whispers to her camera man.
Buttercup was turning red with anger with Bubbles still holding her down. I sigh and close my eyes trying to calm myself.
"Thank me later." Brick said. I open my eyes and raise my eyebrows at him clearly confused.
Tika scoffs, "Do you not know what you just said to her before. I thought you wanted her to thank you?"
"Yeah, I know what I said." Brick stairs straight into my eyes; his beautiful crimson eyes sent shivers down my spine that made me want to melt.
"We wanna fight." Butch and Boomer chimed in with matching smirks plastered on their faces.
"Was the five headed dragon not enough excitement for you today?" Another reporter asked.
Butch laughed, "No way! I can fight five more of thems things."
His poor grammar is the last straw, I snapped out of my lovesick trance "Alright! Everyone needs to go home or to their respective building. We don't need anyone injured during the cleaning process…again."
Bubbles helped guide everyone away, though Tika tried sneaking her way back to eavesdrop. She's very nice, but it almost seems like she's obsessed with our lives.
I sigh, slightly calmer now that there is no press around. "I don't want to say this but it is appropriate to say…thank you, for the consummation of that monster."
A clearly confused Butch smiles, "No problem Leader Girl, I'd do anything to you."
"Aye bro, don't you mean for her?" Boomer asks the same question I'm thinking.
"If I did, I'd be lying. Precious here don't like that." He points to me.
"Ooh, okay." The tamest of the three smiled. I didn't understand what they were saying but I felt offended. I could hear Bubbles and Buttercup giggling behind me.
Brick was being unusually quiet…and giving Buttercup every bit of his attention.
"What the hell are you staring at?" My aggressively violent sister spoke up. "You wanna be my fucking man or something?"
"Language, Buttercup!' I hiss, though I would like to know the answer to that question myself.
Brick folds his arms and takes a few steps forward, hovering over my sister without the need of flight. If Buttercup is feeling any kind of fear, she's definitely not showing it. Brick wasn't even looking at me and his icy stare sent shivers down my spine. "You destroyed the only place we call home." Bubbles, Buttercup and I blinked in confusion and from the looks of it, Boomer is included. "When you tossed that ten ton beast across town, it crashed into the dome." Brick explains pointing at the black soot below our feet. "It then burned down what was left of the debris."
I couldn't help but produce my infamous I-was-right smirk. "Excellent aim, Buttercup."
"Dammit," Buttercup sighed, "I'm s-sorry I smashed your house." She stumbled on the word, 'sorry'. My sister always did have a problem apologizing to anyone other than the Professor, Bubbles and I. "What can I do…to umm, fix this problem?" She obviously forced herself to ask.
Honestly, I would have told her she didn't have to because…well…it's the RowdyRuff Boy's home. But my good conscious would not have let me go through with it.
"It's going to take weeks for our place to be repaired. Find us a place to live until that happens."
"How the fuck am I suppose to do that?"
"Buttercup!" She's testing my patience with her filthy language.
Brick shrugs, "find a way." He flies off, his brother's not far behind.
"What?" She looked at me, "What the hell does he expect me to do?"
Sunday, August 26, 1:52pm
"Bubbles help!" I screamed from my closet.
My blonde sister zoomed into my room and smiled, "You're going another date?"
"Kinda..." I blush from embarrassment. "It's our Six Month Anniversary."
Bubbles squeals and bounces in excitement. "Congratulations!"
I couldn't help but smile at Bubbles sweetness, I was excited about tonight but not for my anniversary. I'm just happy that I get to see him tonight. She does give me confidence in my relationship with Dexter.
Bubbles pulls me to my pink vanity table. "So what are you gonna wear tonight?" She began brushing my long auburn hair.
"I'm going to wear that light pink blouse you bought me." I could see Bubbles reflection in the mirror was asking *and?*. "And I guess some black skinny jeans."
"That would be cute..." I could tell she was planning on dressing me up as if I were a doll again. "You should wear those satin shorts you have. The black one…so cute." She cooed, pinning certain areas of my hair up.
"I would be showing too much skin, Bubbles!" I cried. I do not like to show a lot of skin, no reason besides the fact that I prefer to not look like a slut.
"Wear the shorts; you can put on thigh high stockings. I have a pair; better give you the black ones." She said the last sentence towards herself more than to me. My fashionista sister adds a twist braid to the side of my head; held together with my red ribbon in a cute bow. "Now let's get you dressed!" Bubbles sat on my bed, beaming happily at me.
"Thank you Bubbles. My hair looks really cute!" I walk into my closet closing the door behind me and quickly change clothes. "I think I might keep it like this for a while."I come out wearing my off the shoulder blouse, fixing the buttons centered on the pre-made wrinkles.
"Everyone seems to be changing their hair styles lately huh." Bubbles undid her pigtails to brush her hair. "You, Brick, Boomer. Maybe I should do something different too." She appeared to be thinking hard about this.
I do remember the boys' haircut; Boomer actually looked pretty cute with his new style. Brick...I don't want to think about him right now. "Bubbles, have you seen my pink wedges?" I ask checking every shoe box in my closet.
Sunday, August 26, 2:05pm
"My goodness Blossom, don't you look radiant." Professor smiled brightly, from his recliner chair in the living room. He's been working hard lately and was finally taking a relaxing break.
"Thank you, daddy." I curtsy before him, a small mistake because he noticed the light make-up on my face.
"Where are you going with make-up on young lady?" His fatherly instinct had kicked in.
"She's got a date." Buttercup flipped through the channels so fast I couldn't even tell what was on the screen with each click.
Professor looked like he was ready to have a minor stroke. "Date? Who is this boy?"
I slap my hand over Buttercup's mouth making sure she felt a sting on her face. "Watch your mouth or I'll spill some of your encounters with boys." I whispered in her ear. Buttercup gulped as I released my grip on her. "It's with Dexter, dad."
His expression seemed to relax a bit. He didn't even notice what I had done to my sister. Professor wasn't wearing his new glasses. His sight has gotten worse over the years thanks to his continuous work in his laboratory. Other than that he's aged really well. A little bit of grey hair on either side of his face. Hardly any wrinkles, only laugh lines and small crow's feet. Recently though, dark bags have been appearing under his eyes. I hope Professor isn't working himself too hard.
"Yes...Dexter, he's a good kid." Daddy liked Dexter, and why wouldn't he? Dexter is a scientist...just like my father. "What are your plans with Dexter?"
"Oh just something simple daddy, maybe have a late lunch." I give him a kiss on the cheek and head out the door before he can ask any more questions, "Bye daddy, love you!"
I'm going to be late if I stay any longer. I fly into the sky
"Let go of me! Help!" I hear a woman yell and sigh slightly frustrated. I was half way to my destination. I quickly made a U-turn into a dark alley; the location of the screams.
"Let her go!" I land in a heroic pose a good 20 foot distance away from the bad guy.
"A PowerPuff Girl!" The man dressed in all black violently threw the woman at me before running in the opposite direction in an effort to get a head start and get away.
I gently sat the woman down. "Come back here!" I lift the trash can lid and fling it as if it were a Frisbee.
KLINK!
"Bullseye!" I cheer watching the robber land face first in the pavement. I pull out my cell phone to call 911. "This is Blossom calling. Please have someone come to the corner of, 101st and 95th street to pick up this criminal." I hung up the phone before anyone could respond. "Now to find something to tie the criminal up with."
Sunday, August 26"The woman fainted due to shock of said criminal." I finished my report to the police.
"Job; well done Blossom. Thank you for saving the life of yet another civilian." Officer Morgan tilted his hat before returning to his car and driving off with the bad guy cuffed in the back seat.
The woman was carried to a hospital; just to be sure she's okay.
I check the time on my pink, floral cell phone; 2:52pm
"Oh no! I'm over an hour late." At the speed of light I fly to the bookstore Dexter had arranged for us to meet in. I anxiously search the large book aisles for my red headed boyfriend hoping he was patient enough not to leave.
"Once again you are late for our arranged encounter." His German accent startled me a little.
I turn around and smile, guilt written on my face. "There was an innocent woman in trouble; the police took an insane amount of time to get to the crime scene!" I defend myself, ditching my large vocabulary for a second. I hate being late for arranged agreements.
"It is quite alright Blossom." He flashed his large goofy smile. "In your absence I took the liberty to purchase several books that seem to attract my general interest." He slightly lifted the stack of literature as evidence. "Now..." he drops all his new books at his feet. Every single one of them remained secure not budging an inch. "For the celebration of our sixth month of being a uh..." Dexter cleared his throat, "couple."
I giggle at him; Dexter has always had a hard time expressing his affections. I admit it was pretty cute to see him struggle.
"My sister Dee Dee has informed me that it would be wise to have you choose the origin of our date."
She's a smart girl. I thought, "Let's go to the park."
After dropping Dexter's load of books off at his house, his mother handed me a big tote bag to carry containing a nice blanket to sit on and a large lunch box filled with sandwiches, drinks and plenty of snacks.
I was so excited about our date that instead of walking side by side with Dexter I floated ahead looking for the perfect spot for us to set up our little picnic.
"Over here Dexter!" I hover over the area twenty feet away from him.
"You are as exceptional as always with your choosing of the spots." Dexter complemented before laying everything out.