Who's That Guy?
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Chapter 2: A Hostage Situation.
Throughout the rest of the school day, Bubbles stared at the clock on the wall in her of her afternoon classes, praying that time wouldn't go by as fast as it normally did, with no success. She sighed, refusing to meet Boomer after school.
She had no idea why he needed to talk to her. Was he going to tell her something important? Was he going to pummel her like he used to do in their childhood years? What happened if he captured her and took her to a secluded area, where he could possibly rape her? She couldn't her counterpart by herself.
She shuddered every time a thought of Boomer harming her in a way ran through her mind. Every time one did, she would gulp, the palms of her hands becoming sweaty. It was as though the temperature in the room went up.
When the bell rang at the end of the day, signalling the end of the school day, Bubbles left her science classroom and headed for her locker down the hallway, thinking of a way to avoid Boomer outside at the front of the school.
Molly Beware met up with Bubbles at her locker, followed by her childhood boyfriend, Mike Believe. He was a very good-looking guy, with shaggy brown hair. He always wore a blue T-Shirt, brown baggy shorts, and matching brown running shoes.
"Hey, Bubbles," Molly greeted, as they approached her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Mike added, noticing Bubbles fidgeting. "You're sweating like crazy."
Bubbles had just finished grabbing her homework from inside her locker and slipped it into her dark blue messenger bag. "You have no idea how nervous I am."
"Why are you nervous?" Mike asked, his right arm around Molly's waist.
Bubbles sighed, turning to the brunette couple. "It turns out Boomer is in my geography class now. He passed me a note, telling me to meet him after school – likely at the front entrance."
"It could be a trap, Bubbles," Molly warned, concerned.
"I know," she said, closing her eyes, sadly. "How do I get out of the school now?"
Mike smirked at his girlfriend. "I think I have an idea."
Outside in the front of the school by the bicycle racks, Boomer was waiting for Bubbles, leaning against one of the racks. He was whistling to himself, his hands in his jeans pockets. His sapphire-blue eyes were scanning the entire schoolyard, in search of the blonde Powerpuff.
The front doors to the school opened, and Mike's head popped out from inside. So did Molly's. They looked at Boomer standing by the bike racks.
"Are you sure this will work, Mikey?" Molly asked.
Mike nodded, gesturing for Molly to go on. "It should. Now, go on now."
Molly took a deep breath and smiled. She walked down the front steps and across the green lawn, towards Boomer. The blonde Rowdyruff turned to face Molly, a small grin on his face.
"Well, hello there," Molly greeted, smiling sweetly. "It's Boomer, isn't it?"
Boomer nodded, smiling. "Yeah, and your name is?"
"Molly," she answered, batting her eyelashes. "Molly Beware."
"Oh, nice to meet you," Boomer said.
The flirt-o-meter increased the more Molly flirted with Boomer. "Say, you remind me of someone I knew, but I just can't put my finger on it. You see – "
From inside the school, Bubbles appeared behind Mike, peering at Boomer talking to a flirtatious Molly by the bike rack. "Is it safe?"
"As of now, yes," Mike said, leading Bubbles out of the school. "But not for long."
Bubbles nodded. "But I need a clear area in order to take off. And if Boomer sees me, he'll have no trouble flying off to catch up with me."
"I think we'd better run off to the sidewalk," Mike said, grabbing onto Bubbles' left hand. "Now!"
While Mike and Bubbles sprinted off down the path towards the sidewalk, Molly was still trying to make forced, yet interesting conversation with Boomer, who just stood there, his arms folded in front of her.
"– were you an employee at Burger King?" Molly asked, innocently.
Boomer sighed for about the twentieth time. "Again, I don't think I've seen you anywhere."
"Oops, my bad," Molly replied, giggling.
By then, Boomer turned towards the sidewalk area and luckily, Bubbles had already taken off and her light blue streak already faded to hide any evidence that she was there.
Meanwhile in the Utonium household, Buttercup was lying down on the brown leather couch in the living room, watching Rush Hour 3 on television, deciding to finish her algebra homework last minute, as usual. In her hands was a large bowl of buttered popcorn.
Being the honour star student, Blossom was kneeling on the beige carpet in the living room, in front of the glass coffee table. Papers were neatly stacked in several different piles on the table. Blossom had a history textbook out, working on her Industrial Revolution essay.
"Get him, Carter!" Buttercup cheered, punching her fists into the air. "That's right, right in the kisser!"
Blossom rolled her eyes. "Will you keep it down, Buttercup!? I'm trying to finish my history essay due next week!"
Buttercup frowned at her sister. "Why are doing it so early? You have a week to do it."
"I want to finish it early," Blossom explained, throwing her tomboy sister a glare. "Unlike some of us that slack off, finish it last minute, and end up getting a crappy grade."
"Nerd!" Buttercup coughed, as Blossom glared at her again.
Just then, the front door flew open and Bubbles zipped in. She slammed it closed again, leaning against it, panting as though she had just run fifteen hundred metres in track & field.
Blossom turned to face Bubbles, concerned. "Whoa, what happened to you, Bubbles?"
"Boomer wanted me to meet him after school to talk to me," Bubbles explained, dropping her dark blue messenger bag onto the beige carpet. "Molly distracted him, while Mike helped me find an area to fly off and get home fast."
Blossom smiled at her air-head sister. "That's very smart of you, Bubbles."
Bubbles grinned. "Well, I'll go to the kitchen now to make dinner."
Whenever the Professor was out at a late night or several day press conferences, Bubbles was in charge of cooking all the meals for them to eat. Not only did her food taste scrumptious, but she never burned food like Blossom did or forget to remove the pecan shells like Buttercup did.
"What are we eating tonight?" Buttercup asked, her jade green eyes still focused on the television.
"Hawaiian shrimp," Bubbles answered, heading into the kitchen. "It's a new recipe. You'll love it."
After washing her hands in the kitchen sink, Bubbles got right to work. She was eager to try out the recipe, hearing from her friend, Molly that it tasted out of this world.
She took out a box of shrimp from inside the freezer and tossed it onto the kitchen counter, as well as a large pineapple from inside the fridge that she bought at the grocery store a couple of days ago, specifically for this meal.
It wasn't long until she peeled the shells off the headless shrimp and marinated them, using a variety of secret spices. She was just about to slice the sweet pineapple, when the telephone rang.
In a flash, she zipped over to the cordless telephone on the kitchen table and answered it.
"Hello, Utonium residence!" she chirped. There was a reply. "Oh, who shall I say is calling?"
Once the person on the other line replied, Bubbles took the phone into the living room, towards Blossom, still working on her history essay.
"Blossom, there's a phone call for you," she said, handing her the cordless phone. "They want to speak to the head of the house."
Even though the Powerpuff Girls were born at the same time, Blossom was considered the oldest and most mature of the sister trio. The Professor put her in charge of the entire household, as well as her sisters' whereabouts whenever he was gone.
Bubbles headed back into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, as soon as Blossom accepted the phone call.
"This is Blossom Utonium here," Blossom greeted, politely. There was a reply and she gasped. "Brick, how did you get our number!?"
On the other line, Brick answered, "From a little thing called a phonebook." He chuckled. "And I thought you were smart."
"If you were smart," Blossom retorted, frowning. "You would give up because the day you and your brothers joined the side of justice is the day whales can fly!"
Before Brick could reply, Blossom hung up and slammed the cordless phone onto the glass coffee table. Fortunately, the table didn't break. Buttercup turned her attention from the movie to her red-headed sister, surprised.
"Wow, the last time you were that pissed was the day Bubbles and I gave you a wacky hairdo and made you a laughing stock," Buttercup said. "How did Brick persuade Bubbles to give you the phone?"
Blossom shrugged, calming down. "He probably disguised his voice or something. Bubbles knows not to talk to our arch-enemies on the phone."
Just then, something outside the living room window caught Buttercup's attention. Frowning, she zipped over to the window and pulled the light green curtains together, so they blocked any view from outside.
"What's wrong, Buttercup?" Blossom asked, raising a red eyebrow.
Buttercup uttered nothing, but one word through her gritted teeth. "Butch."
Blossom sighed. "Sheesh, are we going to be stalked for the rest of our lives or something?"
Buttercup shoved her hands into her black jeans pockets and headed up the stairs. "I'll be in my room, call me when dinner is ready."
The tomboy Powerpuff's room was messy beyond words. Papers were scattered on the emerald green carpeted floor. Her bed wasn't made and the green curtains hanging over her window was ripped at the bottom.
The inside of her closet was filled of baggy jeans and ripped T-Shirts, mainly green altogether. Not a single frilly fabric or miniskirt was in sight, which goes to show you how much of a tomboy she is. Against one of the green walls was a computer desk with a computer on it.
Deciding to go fetch a snack before playing her favourite video games on her computer, she turned around and reached for the golden doorknob on her green door.
Suddenly, a left arm snaked around her waist, pulling her backwards. Its right hand covered her mouth, muffling her screams.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Bubbles had just re-entered the living room, carrying a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. She headed over to Blossom, who just finished her history essay and began working on her science assignment.
"Hi, Blossom!" Bubbles called, in her usual sing-song voice. "I had some time, so I made some of my famous chocolate chip cookies! Care for a bite?"
Blossom shook her head. "No thanks, I'll save my appetite for that new dinner you're making."
"Okay, I'll bring them to Buttercup then," Bubbles said, heading for the stairs. "She normally eats a snack after school and still has a big enough appetite for dinner."
Bubbles was halfway up the staircase leading to their bedrooms upstairs, when the telephone rang again.
Without dropping any of the chocolate chip cookies, she zipped back downstairs towards the coffee table, and swiped the cordless phone, before Blossom could get to it.
"Hello, hello Utonium residence!" Bubbles greeted, happily. There was a reply that made Bubbles gasp. "No way, Molly, they're together again?"
Rubbing her jade green eyes, Buttercup woke up, yawning. Her head was hurting even more than that morning when she ran into Butch at school, meaning she must have hit her head that hard just to knock a super heroine like her unconscious.
She couldn't sit up, because her head was aching so much to do so. But she could make out that she was lying on top of her bed, her head on her white soft pillows, her black hair even messier than before. Her feet were cold, meaning her socks and boots were removed.
"Ah, I see you're finally awake, spitfire," a voice said.
Buttercup recognized that familiar voice. She scanned her room for any sign of Butch, finally finding him standing by her closed bedroom door. He turned a small knob behind the golden doorknob, locking the door.
She scowled at him, as he made his way towards her, that Rowdyruff smirk on his face. He sat on the bed, on her left, his right hand reaching out to caress her face.
Normally, she would have fought back, but with such a painful headache, she was barely able to move anything, but her face muscles to scowl at him.
"Well, you have me where you want me to be!" she yelled. "Just finish the job already!"
Butch just shrugged his shoulder, his smirk changing to a smile.
Ready to die with honour, she closed her eyes, preparing for impact. Memories from the time she was born to her teenage years passed through her mind.
She felt his hands pinning her arms down, as well as her whole body onto the bed. It was about to happen at any moment now. She would be in the afterlife within a few minutes.
The next thing she felt was a tingly feeling on the side of her neck. She wasn't the smartest of the Powerpuff Girls, but she knew that if you were going to be murdered, you were supposed to be enduring pain, not a tingly sensation.
She opened her eyes and was surprised to find Butch's body over hers, his tongue running down the side of his neck. She winced as he bit the skin for a few seconds, before licking it again to ease the pain.
Buttercup opened her mouth to question her suppose-to-be murderer, when Butch himself planted his lips over hers, muffling her protests. Even though she was struggling with her headache, she managed to push Butch's head off her face, so she could interrogate him.
"Hey, hey!" she shouted, frowning at him. "I thought you were going to finish the job!?"
Butch smirked. "If you think I'm going to kill you, I will, unless you stay put and give me what I want. I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it just as much as I will."
Buttercup growled at her counterpart. "I'd rather die than give you what you want!"
"I think you'll regret saying that, beautiful," he answered, before planting his lips over hers again.
Buttercup just closed her eyes and let Butch continue to kiss her. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling her curves that she disliked so much about herself, She felt her arms snake themselves around his neck, bringing him closer.
It was then her headache seemed to fade away.
Back in the kitchen downstairs, Bubbles was setting up the table for her and her sisters to dine at, complete with a dark red tablecloth, plates, and proper kitchen utensils. A glass of water was with each plate, as well as a white napkin.
She then placed a large green rectangular tray in the middle of the round kitchen table, containing a large round hot steaming plate of cooked marinated shrimp and slices of sweet pineapple.
Bubbles inhaled the scrumptious scent of the dinner, smiling to herself. "Blossom, Buttercup, dinner!"
Upon hearing her blonde sister's call, Blossom headed into the kitchen, smelling the new delicious meal that was sitting on the kitchen table, ready to be devoured.
"Wow, it looks tasty, Bubbles," she commented, taking a seat at the table.
Bubbles sat down on a chair as well, grinning. "Thanks." She noticed an empty chair, besides the Professor's. "Have you seen Buttercup?"
"She went upstairs to her room," Blossom said, standing up. "I'll go get her."
Before Blossom even took one step out of the kitchen, the telephone rang once more. She sighed, wondering why they were receiving so many phone calls that night. She reached for the cordless phone and answered it.
"Utonium residence, who's speaking?" Blossom asked, politely, before growling. "Brick, I told you to quit calling us! I'm hanging up right – "
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Brick said, interrupting her. "Besides, you're going to have to do something for us."
"I would rather commit a crime than do something for you, you juvenile delinquent!" Blossom spat, angrily. "Now, quit calling us or I'll send Buttercup to hunt you and your brothers down, and throw your sorry butts into jail!"
Brick chuckled. "Well, I'll continue to call then, because I don't think Buttercup will be able to find us at the moment."
Blossom raised a red eyebrow. "What are you talking about!?"
"In case you haven't noticed, Buttercup is being "taken care of" by Butch as we speak," Brick answered.
Blossom's eyes widened. "What are you doing to her, Brick!? Where is she!?"
"I assure you, she's quite safe," Brick explained, satisfied that everything was going well for him. "And she'll remain that way, if you agree to one simple task."
Blossom needed to go over this with Bubbles to let her know the situation. "I'm going to need a minute."
Bubbles watched as Blossom covered the phone with her hands, so Brick couldn't hear their conversation. "What's going on, Blossom?"
Blossom sighed. "Butch has Buttercup in his clutches."
Bubbles gasped. "Is she hurt?"
"Buttercup's the toughest of us three, even Brick says she's fine, for now," Blossom explained, thoughts running through her mind. "This is one complex hostage situation, Bubbles."
Bubbles nodded, a tear running down her cheek. "Well, what do we do?"
"Let's see what Brick wants for the return of Buttercup," Blossom said, returning to Brick's call. "I'm listening, what do you want!?"
"It's quite simple really," Brick replied. "There's a new Taco Bell opening in downtown Townsville. I'll order Butch to release your tomboy sister, if the little blonde one agrees to dinner with my brother Boomer on Friday night."
Blossom didn't need to think about the task for so long. She knew Buttercup was tough, but even a strong super human like Butch could easily bring her down. And Bubbles would likely do anything to keep her loved ones safe.
She sighed. "You got yourself a deal."
Brick chuckled, finally getting his way, for once. "Excellent. Friday night at six it is. Boomer will pick her up. Buttercup should be back in five minutes or so. And don't go back on your word, or next time we ambush you or one of your sisters, I assure you, it's not going to be pretty."
"Well, what did he say?" Bubbles asked, as Blossom hung up and placed the cordless phone down on the table.
Blossom sighed. "Brick only agreed to make Butch free Buttercup, if you agree go out to dinner with Boomer on Friday night."
Chapter 2 Up! Boomer and Bubbles' romance will appear later in the story. Until then, we'll see what happens with the other two remaining Powerpuff Girls and Rowdyruff Boys.
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