Author's Note:
Hello my lovely readers! I am so overwhelmed with the amount of support coming from you guys! It has been absolutely incredible. Thank you guys so much, I appreciate it more than you can imagine. : ) Well, I thought I would update quicker in between chapters, but then this lovely little thing came up called FINALS. Uuuggghhh. Finals take up so much time and it's just been a mess.
This chapter is the infamous festival scene… Dun dun dun. It might get a little violent later on in the chapter. Just like in my other story, the boys are criminals. And Brick stated in the previous chapter that the only thing they really care about is each other. (And the lovely Utonium sisters… : ) ) I decided to skip a few hours in the story straight into the festival. Mainly because it's 11 p.m. and that slot of time in the story would be a filler anyway.
I hope you guys like this! Read and review and let me know what you think! God bless!
Disclaimer: I don't own the PPG or the RRB. They belong to Cartoon Network and Craig McCracken.
Chapter 2: Ironic much?
"It's like déjà vu all over again." Yogi Berra
Blossom's POV:
Later on that night, before the festival…
My sisters and I were in our room getting ready for the festival. We each were wearing a gown in our signature color: Bubbles in baby blue, Buttercup in light green, and me in light pink. Bubbles had her hair in pigtails with the ends curled. Buttercup, had her hair in an a fish tail braid and I had my hair up in an elegant half-up, half-down hairstyle.
Once we had finished getting ready, Robin knocked on our door, signaling that it was time to leave. We walked arm in arm down Main Street, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. The whole square was completely transformed for the festival. Colorful, paper lanterns lined every corner of the streets and joyful music filled the crisp, evening air. The brilliant sun was setting on the western sky, illuminating the sky with bright pinks, oranges, and yellows. People were already dancing to their hearts content, eating heartily or conversing with friends as the festival had already begun.
We wasted no time and immediately threw ourselves into the party and started dancing. Even Buttercup, who isn't much of a dancer, was enjoying herself. Most of the time, we spent dancing with each other, but guys would always be coming up to one of us asking for a dance. Some were sincere and we took them up on their offer while others had a darker look in their eyes. We would either politely refuse, make up an excuse, or one time in Buttercup's instance, result to physical means of stopping lecherous men's advances.
Time had no burden for those few hours, which was a good thing. My sisters and I needed this festival today. Even though it was on a horrible anniversary for my family, it was necessary. I had thought about it as we were walking back from the train station and I realized that even though it was a devastating day for us, our mother would not want us to mope around and not live life somewhat.
I was brought out of my musings when there was a commotion down the street. The music stopped playing and everyone's heads turned towards the north end of Townsville to see what was going on.
"What could be going on?" Bubbles wondered, but none of us had the answer. Unfortunately, we found out what was wrong almost immediately.
"OUTLAWS!" A random man screamed, running for his life towards the festival. As soon as I heard that word, my whole world stopped. My heart started to palpitate rapidly in my chest, and my palms started to sweat. I had difficulty breathing air into my lungs, and the world started spinning. Memories, painful memories from five years ago, threatened to surface in my mind.
No, no, no, no, no, NO! I thought desperately. This could not be happening again! I refused to believe that what happened to my family would happen for a second time. But the screams of people around me refused to let me deny what was the truth. As much as I wanted to panic, I had to protect my sisters and Robin.
I turned towards them as quickly as I could and saw their faces awash with terror. Both my sisters seemed to be in shock and Robin was terrified.
"Girls!" I screamed, trying to shake them out of their daze. "We've got to get out of here!" The three girls looked at me as I screamed over the noise of hysterical people. Everyone was in a panic and rightfully so. The band stopped playing the upbeat music and ran off with their instruments as fast as they could. The women in the town started screaming and grabbing their children by the hands. They picked up the little ones that could not run fast and started off. The children, sensing that something was terribly wrong, wailed and cried as loud as their little lungs would allow. The men of the town split off into groups; some who were not healthy and/or physically fat, or elderly went with the women and children. Other men ran to grab weapons to defend the town.
It was then that I saw them. This group of outlaws, unlike the last group of outlaws five years ago, were a small group. There were only three of them. However, that did not make them less intimidating by any means. The three men oozed danger and trouble. They stood proud and tall with no ounce of fear in their positions. Each outlaw had a dark colored hat on their hat: one had dark blue, another had dark green, and the last outlaw had dark red. They each had a black mask that covered up their entire face, which only served to scare people more. Expertly holding the reins in one hand and a gun in the other, they began their terrorizing attack.
The group of three then spread out. The outlaw in the dark blue raced over to the horse stable and shot the lock of the gate. He then opened the gate and shot his gun into the air to scare the horses out of the stable. It hit me then, they were using the horses as a distraction and as a hindrance to us. The horses were stampeding out of the pin, creating clouds of thick dust and filling the air with thunderous noises. With the horses in front of the outlaws, no one could retaliate because they were so focused on number one, not getting trampled, and number two, trying to choral the horses back.
The outlaw in the dark red separated from the other two and raced towards some buildings on the edge of town. Then, he knocked down some lanterns hanging along the buildings lining the street. This started a roaring inferno that had multiple men racing to put out. The last outlaw, the one in dark green, was the muscle of the group and seemed to take down anyone who attempted to get in his way. Those poor souls met their match against him and that was before his brothers came in and joined in the struggle.
For what seemed like ages, I simply stood there, unable to take my eyes off of the scene. Thankfully, I was brought out of my daze by my father who rode up to me.
"Blossom! You need to get Bubbles, Buttercup, and Robin to safety! Take them back to the house and lock up! Do not come out until I come to get you! Do you understand?" he shouted loudly as to be heard over the chaos. I could sense the desperation in my father's voice and saw the fear in his eyes. This was nerve-wracking to him, going through the same situation that he went through five years ago. I nodded my head slowly, afraid but knowing I had to be brave for my family. I would not let fear control me.
My father gave me a grim smile, whispered an, "I love you" to my sisters and I and went to join in the battle. I watched him disappear into the crowd and then pulled my remaining family's hands.
"Come on girls, we have to get out of here!" I yelled, yanking them away.
As I ran with my sisters and Robin, the situation seemed to get even more disastrous. The horses that had been released were running rampant through the streets, their hooves thundering on the hard ground and providing a distraction for the outlaws.
I noticed as we got closer and closer to the house, I heard a sound that sent a heavy jolt of fear into my heart. The sound of multiple horses headed our way. One glance behind me confirmed that fear. The outlaws had somehow managed to subdue my father and his men and we headed our way. The four of us were the only people left out; everybody else was already inside their homes, knocked unconscious, or dead.
The girls and I ran as fast as we could but we were not match for outlaws on horseback. They formed a perimeter around us much like what happened to us five years ago. Every time we tried to escape, they were right there waiting for us. Seeing that there was no way out, we huddled together. The outlaws jumped off of their horses with a thud and begin stalking towards us. When they were a few feet in front of us, they stopped and the one in the blood red hat started speaking.
"Look at what we found boys. The sheriff's three beautiful daughters."
With a quick jerk of his head, the red outlaw signaled to the green outlaw. The green outlaw, quick as a whip, ran up to Robin and knocked her unconscious. While our attention was focused on that, the outlaws ran up to my sisters and me and grabbed us around the waist, effectively pinning our arms.
"HE-" I tried to scream but the outlaw quick maneuvered his grip so that my arms were pinned down by one of his muscular arms, and the other came to slap over my mouth.
"Uh-uh-uh." He teased, "None of that. Not that anyone would come to your rescue anyway."
"Feisty, huh? I like that." He drawled, his deep, baritone voice sending chills down my spine. He then threw me down onto the ground and before I could even think about getting up, he was sitting on my chest, his knees pinning my arms at my sides. Reaching into the inside of his jacket, he pulled out some coils of rope, and a couple of cloths. It didn't take a genius to realize what he was going to do to me.
I was going to be kidnapped. The realization caused me to panic even more and desperately try to buck him off. This only caused him to laugh deeply and tightened his grip around me.
"Oh, no, you're coming with me." He chuckled.
He then grabbed one of the cloths and removed his hand from my mouth. The cloth was shoved into my mouth and then tied tightly around my lips. The second cloth was used as a blindfold, and was also tied tightly. I was now blind and gagged; a very, very, very bad situation.
My hands were brought together and held in his steel-like grip. One coil of rope was then used to expertly bind my hands together. The coarse material of the rope cut into my arms as he pulled the length tight. He knotted the rope as many times as it would allow before testing the strength of the rope.
After he was done with my hands, he moved to my feet and bound them. I was now bound hand and foot, gagged, and blindfolded. I was powerless to escape and I had failed my sisters as well. These outlaws were repeating the exact same situation that happened five years ago. This time however, it was not our mother that was being kidnapped, it was us. And also unlike last time, our father couldn't come to our rescue.
It was like a nightmare only this time, there was no waking up.
I was drawn out of my increasingly erratic thoughts when my captor spook again.
"Sorry little darling, but I'm going to have to put you to sleep. You can't know about our plans or where we're headed." I struggled briefly before I felt a rag soaked in something pressed up against my nose. Almost instantly the fumes invaded my lungs, a sweet, pungent smell. Chloroform… I thought dizzily to myself as the effects of the drug took control of my system.
Not too long after, my mind succumbed to sleep and my body went limp.
Brick's POV: (An extra short bonus for you, my lovely readers from his point of view. It's short but I thought you guys would want it. : ) )
This was it. We had done it. My brothers and I had successfully robbed another town of its riches, didn't get caught, made sure the law couldn't follow us, and kidnapped three beautiful ladies. All in all, not too bad for one night's work.
During the fight, I had witnessed the Sheriff talking to his daughters, more specifically Blossom. I don't know exactly what it is that he said, but whatever it was, caused her and her sisters to run towards safety. Pfff. As if they could escape. However, after they started to run, their father raced towards my brothers and me, intending to strike us down.
I will give him this, he did put up a good fight. Much better than some of the other sheriffs we faced in the past. Loads better than the sheriff in the town we robbed last week, what was the name of that town? Ah, yes Citysville. Can a name for a town be any dumber? Anyway, he was well trained and strong-willed. Even though we usually killed the sheriff in the town we robbed, I didn't want to kill this one. He was actually a decent sheriff and Blossom's father. I did not want her to hate me forever for killing hm. I'm not entirely heartless. Besides, Blossom was going to be madder than a cornered rattlesnake when she woke up. I didn't need to add more grease to the fire.
I picked up the unconscious Blossom in my arms and turned towards my brothers. They had Blossom's sisters tied up nice and tight.
I gently laid Blossom face down on the saddle, allowing me to jump up onto the horse. Once I got up, I pulled Blossom up against my chest so that she would be in front of me. I was fortunate that Blossom was shorter than me so I would be able to see what was going on in front of me with no problem. For extra assurance, I took her bound hands and tied them to the horn of the saddle.
A quick glance at my brothers showed that they were ready to go as well. Our horses neighed impatiently, almost as if they were ready to run for miles.
"Boomer, did you get all the gold?" I asked. He patted the bags on the sides of his horse. "All ready to go boss" he replied.
"Let's get out of here." I replied. My brothers yelled and whooped and then the three of us raced of into the dark night, leaving behind another destroyed town thanks to the group of outlaws known as the RowdyRuff boys.
Author's Note:
There you go! Chapter 3, the infamous festival scene. Well, what do you think? Hope it was up to you standards and I again apologize for the long update between chapters… Uh huh…
Theskyseemsblue brought up the question, "'You really love your heroines kidnapped, huh'" ; ) Well, when it comes to the PPG and RRB, just a bit. But can you blame me? The Rowdyruffs are the RRB and I think it provides for an interesting story line. Any who, I am on break for a month so hopefully, that means a lot of updates. Yay!
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and Brick's POV will be next!
God Bless,
Liberty's Daughter
