Chapter 3: Into the Lion's Den

Boomer's POV

Traveling through a dimensional portal was a lot like going inverted on a roller coaster.

A sense of weightlessness takes over as your stomach feels like it's bottoming out. Your eyes might cross or your vision go dark, but the main feeling that pervades the entire experience is the overwhelming sense of uncomfortableness.

Boomer was encountering one such experience right now. The trip through the portal couldn't have lasted more than a heartbeat but it felt like ages as he hung there, suspended in the air.

The blond was keenly aware of the sick feeling settling into the bottom of his stomach as the light burst in front of him and he escaped the psychedelic tunnel. The swirling rays of brightly colored lights vanished before the white, frozen landscape of the Arctic.

That weightlessness disappeared as the cold hit him head on and shocked his system back into working order. Shivering there in the cold, Boomer took a few seconds to rein in his stomach and wait for the world to stop twirling around him.

It did after few deep breaths. And that left him to stare at the raw, open expansiveness of the tundra before him.

White…that was pretty much it.

Even the sky was bordering on it. The light grey clouds covered the entire horizon and blurred the lines between the ground and the air above it. The absence of any sort of color made the landscape seem massive. And here he was, clutching his jacket in a futile attempt to stay warm, a little speck among the snow.

Boy, was it ever cold. He had forgotten what that was like after so many years living in the heat and flames. Temperatures didn't really have much effect on his Chemical X created body but a rapid climate change such as what he had just experienced left an impression.

Boomer rubbed at his arms in an attempt to garner some warmth. He couldn't help but stop a moment and appreciate the irony of the situation.

The only way to escape hell was through the coldest place on earth. Who would have thought?

He doubted his brothers would have appreciated the humor of it all. They were so stuck on business and revenge that he was almost positive they didn't even have a sense of humor anymore.

Speaking of business, he had some to take care of right now. Shaking off his idle thoughts, Boomer soared up past the cloud cover and fixed his eyes towards the south.

Next stop: Townsville.


The weather was much more pleasant in Townsville than the Arctic, particularly in the park that resided by one of his most prominent childhood homes. The volcano rose up past the trees in all its majestic glory despite its naked top. The lab that once sat there was long gone, melted by the fiery core that once supported it.

Boomer could recall that day clearly despite his best attempts to forget that disaster. It was hard to forget the day you were almost killed and left for dead, lying there on the floor while your limbs grew numb and heavy.

He could remember that part perfectly, feeling helpless as his body slowing began deteriorating. What was less clear, were the detail of his rescue by Him's claws. It was all somewhat sketchy but he could remember fire and heat.

It was probably for the best that he couldn't remember that though, he had witnessed some of his caretaker's rituals before and needless to say, they were not the most pleasant experiences. He rather liked not knowing that part.

Touching down in a copse of trees, Boomer searched the area and nodded with satisfaction. No one was around and his landing had gone unnoticed, which was a very good thing indeed. Brick would have killed him if he gave away his position during this scouting mission.

He had taken a somewhat risky gamble, landing in the middle of Townsville Central Park, but in his defense, it offered him the best chance of escape should he have been spotted. If that did happen, he could just slip into the crowds and blend in with them. Instant escape.

Thankfully, it hadn't come down to that. He was here in the home town of his enemy and they had no clue. Putting on his game face, Boomer walked out from the group of trees and into the park proper.

All around him, families sat enjoying the bright sun. Some played games out in the open fields while other lounged around on picnic blankets and munched on their afternoon lunch.

Boomer didn't give them much thought as he walked by, only paying attention enough to swipe a random hat from one of the empty blankets he passed. The owner would probably throw a fit when he found it missing but it was his own fault for leaving it there unattended in the first place.

Besides, Boomer had much more need for it than him. His mop of unruly hair would be a dead giveaway should he run into any Puffs. Not many people shared the same shimmering golden locks as him and the only one that truly did was lying unconscious in a hospital somewhere at the moment.

Settling the cap on his head, Boomer felt instantly better. He was just another ordinary guy enjoying a beautiful day as he walked the through the park and out onto the crowded streets of Townsville. No one paid him any mind as he weaved between them. So, he let his mind wander.

Idle thoughts and whims ran through his imagination as he walked the pleasant streets. There was one question that bugged him though and that was whether or not the elusive Pink Puff was actually here in Townsville or not.

He really hoped she was. Brick had been livid for the past six months as he tried to find her but came up empty handed. All they could find out was that she made her base of operations somewhere in South Korea.

Not exactly a home address.

Buttercup wasn't any better. They knew she lived somewhere in northern Africa but she was never in one place for more than a day or two according to the people they had interrogated. Both Puffs were always off somewhere, saving the day or some shit like that.

The only person that they had been able to pin down was Boomer's counterpart, the Blue Puff. It wasn't really all that impressive seeing as she still lived in her childhood home. It had been the first place they looked and sadly enough, their only success.

So after six months of frustrated searching, Brick had come up with a plan to draw the wayward Puffs back home. It was a simple concept, beat the tar out of the weakest and wait from the protective older sisters to come running.

It had worked like a charmed. Bubbles was out of the picture and one of the Puffs had come running, hopefully the second was there now too.

He should have been happy at the results but for some reason, Boomer was feeling less than stellar about this whole situation. Their plan had worked, they had taken down one of their oppressors after years of scheming and waiting.

He should have been ecstatic! But he wasn't. In fact, just thinking about the attack on Bubbles left him feeling a bit queasy.

The operation had turned out a lot more violent than the original plan suggested. They were only supposed to rough up the Blue Puff enough to get her sisters attention. Boomer hadn't expected it to go as far as it did.

He had been the one to throw the first punch. It had mostly been at Brick's insistence, more poetic justice crap, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. He had been waiting years for his revenge, and then he was presented with the opportunity to finally get it.

Bubbles had lasted longer than he expected. She was actually putting up a pretty good fight until his brothers got involve, then it just went all downhill for the Puff.

They hadn't stopped when she fell to the ground, unmoving and bloodied. It was like something had possessed him, made him want to keep punching and never stop. They did eventually, but it was only after his counterpart's face had turned into a bloody mess.

He could still feel it on his hands, that thick red liquid covering his knuckles, staining his skin. He could still see it too, when he closed his eyes. He could still see Bubbles' decimated face and the horrified looks on the faces of the crowd that had surrounded them.

It made him feel weird. He thought he'd be happy when he finally got his revenge on his counterpart but all he felt was cold. Was that was justice was like? The feeling of ice in your veins as your stomach roiled?

He would have thought it would have been a happier feeling. It certainly didn't make him feel any happier…just…emptier inside. Was that right?

The blond frowned to himself as he walked passed homegrown shops and tall skyscrapers.

That couldn't have been right...

Gah! Why was he even bothering with this line of thought anyways? It wasn't his place to question his orders, he was only supposed to follow them. How they made him feel was inconsequential, as long as they got finished.

He'd probably feel better after the Puffs were taken care of once and for all. At least…he hoped he would.

The blond Ruff shook his head to rid himself of those pesky thoughts and tried to focus back on his mission. He was just reaching the outskirts of Townsville now, up ahead lay a sprawling mass of suburbia.

Rows upon rows of idyllic house lined the broad streets in all their quaint glory, each looking much like the rest. All except one and that was the one he had his sights on.

Boomer crept up the avenue, keeping a sharp eye out for any movement as he advanced. He was in the heart of enemy territory now, one false move and he could find himself at the hands of two enraged Puffs.

And that was a position he didn't want to be in thank you very much.

Thankfully, that didn't happen. In fact, there wasn't a soul in sight as he drew closer to the abode of his greatest enemy. It was a little odd, he would have expected some kids to be out playing in the street or a house wife tending her garden, maybe even a father working on his family's car.

But nope, nothing.

The highly paranoid part of him that he got from his brother, was telling him that something wasn't right. It was highly paranoid though, so he brushed off the feeling and continued his advance.

Song birds chirped along cheerful as he reached the square home that sported three distinct windows on the second floor. He was at his destination.

Perking his ears up, Boomer hid behind a tree and listened for any sounds. Nothing unique stood out to him so he pushed his luck a bit further and snuck around the back of the house.

The back yard was just as normal as the front had been. A large tree rested along the back fence and up close to the house was a garden filled with petunias and buttercups. There was even a little patio with a wooden table and a pair of matching chairs.

It was rather nice actually, but Boomer passed it with barely a second glance. He stalked around the garden, up to an open widow, and crouched down underneath it.

Again the blonde inclined an ear and tried to listen for voices. And again he heard nothing, just the faint sound of typing on a keyboard and a soft, rhythmical beeping. No talking what so ever.

This left him a little confused and understandably so. Buttercup was supposed to be in this house somewhere and there was no possible way she could be this quiet for this long. She was his brother's counterpart after all.

So where was she? Had she stepped out for a minute? Had she left back to wherever it was she had been hiding herself these last six months, protecting the world and all that garbage?

…No, she wouldn't do that. Not with Bubbles being in the state she was in. She had to be around here somewhere.

And there was Blossom. The redhead had to be informed of her baby sister's injuries by now and if that were the case, she should have been here already. The Pink Puff was the type of person to come running if something happened to someone she loved.

By all accounts, both of the Puffs should have been in the house before him. If so, why was it so damn quiet? That paranoid part of his brain was acting up again, telling him that something was up.

Boomer sighed softly to himself and gathered his nerves. Inching up slowly, he risked a peek through the window into the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, there was no one there.

Maybe they had gotten an emergency phone call or something? That's what they still did right? Fight monsters and villains and all that jazz? Hmmm.

Well, he still had some time and Brick would be super pissed if he came back and told him that he couldn't find either of the still functional Puffs. He'd wait it out a bit longer and see if they showed up. It wasn't like he had much else to do.

Besides, it was a beautiful day. Why not enjoy the normal temperature and lovely breeze for a bit longer before heading back to hell?

Again the blond let out a soft sign and pulled away from the window. He needed to find a good hiding spot. Maybe behind the tree? He might even be able to lay down under its shade and catch a few Z's.

Now there was an idea.

As Boomer stepped back from the window, he felt something tap on his shoulder. And like an idiot, he stupidly turned around to see what was behind him.

He got a fist to his face for his troubles and after that, sweet unconsciousness.


Buttercup's POV

"Ugh, heavy ass punk." Buttercup grumbled as she hauled her enemy down the stairs into the Professor's lab and threw him in a chair.

It wasn't just any chair though, this one had been specially designed to hold captives that had…unusual characteristics, like super strength for example. The brunette fastened her unconscious opponent's hands and legs to the chair by a series of metal straps.

She pulled them tight to make sure not one inch of wiggle room was left to him. There was no way this bastard was going to escape now that they had him. And what a stroke of luck that was.

Her and Blossom had finished their preparations for traveling to the Arctic when the Professor's machine had suddenly started going crazy. Buttercup could only stand by as her older sister and the Professor babbled on in some science techno language about a disturbance in the electromagnetic field.

Not one word of it made sense to her but she could put two and two together. That was the same machine that had detected the Boys earlier. Logic dictated that it was going off again because they had returned.

And that meant it was time for some payback.

So, her and Blossom had come up with a plan. Buttercup expected the Boys to hit Townsville first, but Blossom was positive they'd be coming for them at their childhood home. Why she thought that, who knows, but her older sister's intuition proved correct.

They had waited out in their neighbor's back yard for a good half an hour, waiting for something to happen. Buttercup was just about fed up with whole thing when their prey suddenly appeared, strutting through their fence door like he owned the place.

When the Green Puff saw that their only adversary was the whiny baby of the Ruff brothers, she couldn't stop a feral grin from rising on her lips. It was just too perfect. Instead of having to go search for the Ruffs, the weakest one had walked to them.

She couldn't have asked for a better turn out. And the results they got, yeah, she liked 'em.

Buttercup tested the straps one more time before nodding in satisfaction to herself. Taking a step back, she stood next to Blossom and watched the Professor advance towards the blond. There wasn't a hint of hesitance in his movement as he stole a syringe out of his lab coat and injected the Ruff with strange purplish liquid.

"You sure that will be enough? Has this stuff even been tested out?" Buttercup asked her sister.

Blossom's face was a slate of blank emotion as she glared at the Ruff. After a moment of silent study, she turned her head towards Buttercup and nodded. "It'll work. The chemical solution has been triple checked by both me and the Professor. This power suppressant should keep Boomer out of commission for the rest of the day, maybe even more."

"If only it could take the bastard's power away permanently." The Green Puff scoffed. "I'd paid money for that."

"…Hmmm, yes." Blossom muttered absently as she rubbed at her chin.

Buttercup didn't pay it much mind, her sister was in a weird mood to begin with. She'd been that way ever since news of Bubbles' incident had reached them. It was only natural, but she had expected a more explosive form of anger from the redhead. This quiet exterior was a little disconcerting, like a bomb waiting to go off.

Eh, what did it matter? As long she directed all her rage at the Boys, Buttercup couldn't care less how Blossom dealt with her emotions.

"There, that should do it." The Professor said as he drew away from the blond.

"Have you picked up any more of those anomalies Professor? Can you tell if he was the only one through the rift or not? His brothers aren't outside waiting for us are they?" The Green Puff asked as her father made his way back over to his machine.

He waved a hand at her in a calming fashion. "I assure you Buttercup, my readings only detected one life form cross the dimensional rift and that had to be Boomer here. There hasn't been any other signs of activity, so he must have come on his own."

The brunette let out a grateful sigh and turned to glare at the unconscious blond before her. She was sorely tempted to kick him in the face right now, never mind the fact that he was strapped to a chair and practically defenseless.

Bastard deserved it after all he had put her baby sister through. Man, she really wanted to hurt him. But they couldn't, not until they got some sort of information out of him first.

After that though…

The Ruff groaned as he started coming out of his dazed state. Buttercup had held back on her punch outside, she put in enough power to knock him senseless for a minute or two but not enough to actually knock him out completely. That would have been counterproductive.

He seemed to be coming around though, maybe another few minutes before he regained his senses. That suppressant should work on him and prevent him from using his powers, if not, she could always punch him again, maybe a kick or two for good measure.

She'd really like that actually. The brunette leaned against a nearby wall and smirked evilly at the thought.

"Well, I'll leave you girls to it. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." The Professor said as he took his leave up the stairs.

Buttercup watched him go briefly before looking towards Blossom. Her sister was too busy glaring a hole in their captive's head to give the Professor's departure much mind. The heat in her pink eyes reflected just how pissed Blossom was.

It had been a long time since Buttercup had seen her older sister this mad. Of course, she wasn't in too good a mood herself. How could they be? Right in front of them was one of the people responsible for Bubbles condition.

Did she already mention she really wanted to hurt this bastard? Cause she did, a lot.

Boomer finally blinked open his stupid blue eyes that reminded her so much of her sister. He looked around blearily and shook his head.

"Ugh, wha-where the hell am I?" He muttered.

Buttercup answered his question by grabbing his collar and jerking his chair off the ground. Holding the chair at eye level, she gave him a good shake. It probably didn't help him regain his senses but it made her feel better and that was all that really mattered here.

"You're in my house, you son of a bitch. And I don't think you were invited." She growled at the blond.

It was supremely satisfying to see the color drain from his face as he realized what type of situation he had found himself in. She could see the fear starting to creep into his eyes as he realized he had been captured by his worst enemy.

Buttercup wanted to capitalize on that fact and put the fear of God in him, but Blossom broke her silent observation and stepped up beside her. She planted a hand on Buttercup's shoulder and gave her a look that said more than words ever could.

With a sigh and no small amount of reluctance, the Green Puff let the fool slip from her grasp and clatter back to the floor. His chair didn't tip over…unfortunately. Buttercup sent the golden haired pretty boy as fierce a frown as she could muster as she took a step back and let Blossom at him.

The Pink Puff turned up the intimidation factor by leaning down right in front of him, her face barely inches from his. Her jaded pink eyes seem to peer straight through him. If his darting eyes were any indication, the blond felt very uncomfortable at her close proximity.

Good. Let the dickwad be uncomfortable. He deserved every ounce of it.

"I was surprised to find you in my backyard Boomer, what were you doing there?" Blossom started her interrogation with a slow, measured tone.

Buttercup had to admire Blossom's self-control, her face was a slate of stone. Not one hint of anger leaked through her tightly held expression. It didn't appear to faze Boomer much however.

At her sister's question, his initial panic faded away and the blond adopted a blank expression. He drew deep even breaths and looked right past Blossom, like she wasn't even there.

The Pink Puff frown mildly at the response but tried again. "I asked you a question Boomer. What are you here for? Scouting out another attack?"

He barely flinched at the mention of another attack but that was more than enough to verify the answer. If he was the forward scout then that meant his brothers were planning to cross over soon. How much time did they have until those two got here?

"You were scouting for another attack weren't you Boomer?" Blossom pressed.

The Blue Ruff remained silent as he sat there, held against his will. Buttercup was actually surprised at his backbone. She could admit from experience, being stared down by a scary Blossom was no fun. It wouldn't be long before he broke though. She was confident in that fact.

"When are your brothers coming Boomer? Did they have a set time for the next attack?" Her sister asked as she leaned even closer.

Boomer didn't even lean back in response, he just kept that same stupid expression on his face and avoided meeting Blossom's eyes. It was starting to piss her off. If this boy didn't start answering questions soon, she was going to have to step in and make him answer.

"Boomer." Blossom's voice cracked like a whip, her frustration starting to make itself known. "You're going to tell me what I want to know. I'll ask one more time. Where are your brothers and when are they coming here?"

Her question was finally met with an answer as Boomer glanced at her and scoffed. His disdain was abundantly clear and that in turn, pissed Blossom off even more. It sure as hell was pissing Buttercup off.

That stupid bastard didn't seem to understand the position he was in, otherwise, he'd be falling over himself to answer their questions. She thought it was high time to switch tactics.

Blossom seemed to think so too as she hissed from behind clenched teeth. "You will answer my questions now or some rather unpleasant things are going to befall you."

Again the Blue Ruff scoffed at Blossom's attempts at intimidation. He looked her dead in the eye and shot her a cocky smirk. It made Buttercup want to punch him in the face, but not as much as the words that came out of his mouth next.

"Over my dead body." He replied flippantly.

That was the last straw for the feisty brunette. She didn't like attitude, especially not from her prisoner. She had backed down and let Blossom do her thing, but that was failing spectacularly. It was time to do things her way.

Growling low in her throat, Buttercup marched right up to the Ruff and held up a threatening fist. "That can be arranged."

She would have thought that her threat would have sent the blond shaking in his shoes, but that wasn't the case. The imbecile laughed at her, actually laughed in her face! Like he wasn't even concerned!

"Please." Boomer said to her. "Anything you could possibly do to me, my brothers would do ten times worse if I talked. I ain't saying a damn thing."

"Your brothers would do worse huh?" Buttercup said, balling up her fists.

Reaching out, she snatched up the blond by his collar again and dragged him across the room, chair and all, towards a neatly tucked away alcove. The curtain that hung from the ceiling blocked the small area from sight but a soft beeping could be heard every few seconds from the other side.

Buttercup yanked the curtain back and viciously jabbed a finger at the unconscious form of her baby sister lying on the gurney behind it. Tubes of every shape and size hung off her still form. Some ran to the heart monitor in the corner where the beeps were emanating from, others ran up to the bags of clear liquid that hung by the bedside.

"You mean like they fucking did to my sister?! What you did to her?!" She screamed at Boomer.

His dumbfounded expression only made her angrier. Like he didn't know exactly what he had done! That fucking bastard!

Buttercup shoved him closer to the bed, growling in his ear. "You best rethink your position because I'll do a hundred times worse than your dumbass brothers. I swear on all that is and all that ever was, that you'll never feel a more horrible, agonizing pain in your life than what I will inflict on you if you don't start talking. Are we clear?"

Her threat barely phased Boomer as he sat there stupidly gazing at his bed ridden counterpart. He still looked he couldn't quite grasp what was before him.

That stupid son of a bitch! With an unintelligible yell, Buttercup heaved with all her might and threw the bastard all the way across the room. He hit the wall with a low metallic ring and clattered to the floor. The dent left by the impact did little to calm Buttercup's rage.

All that fear and resentment that had been festering in her mind over the last two days was boiling to the surface now and she blamed this all of it on this conniving asshole! Him and his stupid ass brothers were the reason this was all happening! It was all his fault!

Stalking across the room, Buttercup marched right up to the prone Ruff and sent a boot straight into his stomach. Once, twice, three times in a row, each one eliciting a grunt of pain.

She would have kept kicking him until he fell back into unconsciousness if Blossom hadn't pulled her away. The redhead had to physically wrap her arms around her and yank her away from the coughing blond.

"Buttercup, calm down."

It took a few deep breaths and a mighty display of willpower on her part, but the brunette managed to restrain her violent urges. She spat once at Boomer's prone form before turning away from him. Just looking at his stupid face sent her blood pressure skyrocketing.

With her back turned towards them, Buttercup couldn't see what Blossom was doing but she heard her well enough.

"Boomer, that was a very small sample of what Buttercup's willing to do right now. I'm willing to do even worse. So, for the last time…Where are your brothers and when will they attack?"

Silence filled the room as Buttercup counted down in her head. Ten seconds passed by with no response, and then she heard Blossom sigh. Steps came up from behind and the redhead appeared at her arm.

Buttercup sent her a questioning brow to which Blossom shook her head with dismay.

So he wouldn't talk huh? She was confident she could get the answer out of him if she had enough time. That was the problem though. How much time did they have before the other two came knocking?

If they freed their brother then it'd be a two on three fight and it wouldn't go in the Puff's favor. They needed answers or they needed to decommission the blond before he could be set against them. The question was how?

Buttercup favored her sister with a questioning look and nodded over towards Boomer. "If he won't talk, then what are we going to do with him?"

The redhead remained silent as she turned to stare at the Ruff. Buttercup turned also and they considered him for a moment. The Green Puff watched as a dark look settled over her older sister's face and a chill worked its way up her spine.

She had never seen Blossom's eyes as icy as they were now. There was a weight behind those normally pleasant, pink orbs. It was a weight that threatened to crush anything that stood in its way. And right now, that was one Boomer Jojo.

"…I have an idea." The dead quality to her voice only added to the ominous air surrounding the redhead.

It was with a large amount of satisfaction that Buttercup watched the Blue Ruff's face turn pale. He might have put up a strong front earlier but right now it was clear he was terrified of the two Puffs before him and with good reason.

Buttercup wouldn't lie, she enjoyed his fear. It was probably the same kind of fear that Bubbles felt when those three rabid animals had attacked her and beat her mercilessly. It was justice that he should feel the same way.

Payback was a bitch wasn't it Boy Blue?

Buttercup allowed a cruel smirk to rise on her lips as she stared down at the blond. "What's your idea?" She asked in a quiet, intense voice.

Blossom didn't reply right away. Instead, she turned around and walked across the lab towards the chemical section. The redhead searched the table for a few moments before picking up a syringe filled with a glowing white liquid.

It was nearly blinding to look at, shining with the intensity of the sun. The light it gave off cast a menacing shadow over Blossom's face as she walked slowing back towards their captive. She held up the syringe for him to see, face cold as stone but her eyes blazing with fire. If possible, his face grew even paler than before.

Blossom spoke only one phrase as she stood there over him and it was probably the scariest thing Buttercup had ever heard come from her sister's mouth.

"An eye for an eye."


A/N: Whoo, finally done with that chapter. Man, this week was a tough week for writing. I barely managed to finish this in time. I have to give mega props to authors who write two stories at once, how the heck do you do it? Tis craziness!

Anywho, what did you guys think of this chapter? Do you think the Puffs were too OOC? In this fic I wanted to explore the lengths people go to get their 'justice'. Both sides have beefs with the other and both perceive that they are doing the right thing. But sometimes pursuing justice has unintended consequences that turn us from the heroes to the villains. I wanted to explore that dynamic. Drop me a review and let me know how you think I did with it. I might have gone a bit over board.

A big thanks to all the favorites and follows this week: Ghost501, Flutejrp, DawnRed, Rose Verdict, Still-Me, and Dirk-Steadfast.

Reviewer Recognition:

ROC95: Many thanks, I hope this chapter was up to par with the others.

Scourge: Haha! Yes! I made the boys pretty bad in this but I like it! A total one eighty from Misconceptions where they're turning good. I get what you're saying about the rage fueling powers and the connection Blossom has with the ice element. I actually forgot about that so thanks for reminding me, I'll be sure to keep that in mind when I write the battle scene ;) Thanks for the review mate!

Toby ford: Thank you for the character, but I'm afraid all our players have already been introduced in the story. I'm keeping this short, there are only three chapters left. Sorry. Why don't you write a story with him though if you don't mind me asking?

Ghost501: Thanks so much! I'm glad you like it :D And yes, I love how Bleedman made him, such a good embodiment of pure EVIL! I hope to do another story that gives him a more prominent role in the future but that's a long way off. Thanks for the review, hope you liked the chapter!

kidstandout: I'm not sure whether I'm going to reveal much more about the past with the Boys and Girls. I kinda like having certain parts of the story left up to the reader's imagination. You people can think up better stories than I could ever write so I like to leave spaces for you to come to your own conclusions. But yes, poor Boomer. Things don't get any easier for him I'm afraid, but that's what happens when you're evil. *Shrug* Thanks for the review!

Lily: Yes! I'm glad I caught you by surprise with Him! I was hoping I'd get at least one person. I love Him as a villain and want to use him in my stories more. He's just the perfect embodiment of evil, much more than Mojo Jojo in my humble opinion. Hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for the review!

Guest: Your feeling was right! They got him pretty good and now he's a hostage. Brick won't be happy when he finds out. Hehehe! Thanks for the review! Appreciate it!

Meleexx: Sweet! Glad you are a fellow Bleedman follower. He's got a great story going, I just wish he'd update more and get the Ruffs in the story finally. I've been waiting for it for like two years! Why Bleedman! WHY?! *ahem* No, I haven't heard of Project K. I didn't get a chance to look at it, but I'll try to this weekend if I have time. I do love fan girling. Also, no news on Attack on Titan yet. I know that the studio behind it wants to do a second season but apparently they have their hands full this year so we might not see it for a while :/ As for the scene with the brother, I'll put that in a tumblr post for you and leave a link on my profile page if you wanna read it ;)

Sia: Yep, yep! I laughed when I read your review because you unknowing used the last line from this chapter. It was a great moment. And yes, I make the Blues pay a lot in my fics. I can't help it though! I like putting my favorite characters through really terrible ordeals. I guess I have an inner sadist or something. Anyways, thanks for the review!

Guest: Thank you! I'm super glad you like it :D I wish there were more fics like this too. I like the gritty ones, hopefully I didn't go too overboard with this chapter. Thanks for the review!

Rose Verdict: Lol, oh it will happen. You can rest assured. There will be blood. Blossom and Buttercup won't stop at anything less. Thanks for the review, I'm glad you're digging the story so far :D

Dirk-Steadfast: Thanks, physics stuff like inter-dimensional planes is way to above my thinking level, I'm glad it worked though. And I'm glad you're still liking the story despite the grammar problems. Darn jobs getting in the way of my editing time *shakes fist* Anyway, thanks for the review and I'm looking forward to more of your fic :D

Thanks for the love guys, it really helped me through the week to know so many people are enjoy this small fic :D Until next week!