Bubbles POV…

I felt like bursting into tears right then and there. The fear was overwhelming, and any trace of hope I had managed to get was already gone. I was completely shocked by what I saw in the man's house. Shocked and terrified. I had already expected it to be scary inside, but nothing like this. There was blood on almost everything, and I could see a bunch of weapons on the floor. I was afraid to even go inside, but I knew it was all I could do. I took a step inside, and as soon as I did, I spotted a person sitting in a chair. After taking a few more steps inside, I saw something that horrified me. There were two long, bloody knives sticking out of his chest. In an instant, I turned around and ran for the door, but I was surprised when Boomer stopped me.

"It'll be ok, Bubbles… I don't think he has plans to kill us," He said, attempting to reassure me. He failed miserably, but still, it helped to know that I wasn't alone in this situation. I slowly nodded, and then turned back to the bloody mess I had to walk into. Slowly, I made my way into the living room, with Boomer following close behind me. We were trying our best not to look at any of the blood, but it was difficult because the room was covered in it. By the time we stopped walking, our shoes had blood on them, but I knew it wasn't a good time to mention it.

"Ok… w-we're inside… now what?" I asked, trying not to look scared, but it didn't work. I was sure he could see the tears I was trying to hold back. I wasn't sure how long it would be until they finally made it out of my eyes.

"Drink this," The man demanded, as he held up two cups that contained a blue liquid.

"What is it?" Boomer asked, and I hoped that the man wouldn't hit him again.

"It's Antidote X, but…" The man stopped, smiling evilly. It made me even more terrified.

"But what?" Boomer asked. The man just laughed, almost as loud as it was when I screamed. His laughter echoed across the hall, until he finally stopped and explained.

"This kind of Antidote X is special. If you drink it, you're powers will go away forever." That last word scared me more than the man did. I loved my powers, and didn't want to lose them.

"No way, we're not drinking that!" Boomer yelled, before I could continue my thoughts. I knew exactly what was coming next, and it made my tears finally slide down my cheeks. Before he knew it, Boomer was punched in the face so hard, that he fell on his back and held his head.

"Boomer!" I screamed, and tried to run to him, but the sound of the man's voice made me stop.

"Don't go near him!" He yelled. Then he started to walk over to me. With each step he took, I was even more afraid. When he finally reached me, he gave me a cup. "Drink it," He said. I wanted to drink the liquid, so I wouldn't have to get hurt like Boomer, but I didn't want to lose my powers. I stared into the cup at the Antidote X inside, and one of my tears fell into it. I slowly lifted my hand to grab the cup, but once my fingers were wrapped around it, I couldn't bring myself to grip it.

"…Why are you doing this to us?" I managed to ask. "We never did anything to you, so why hurt us? Please… let us go, and I won't tell anyone what you did to us. I'll just act like it never happened… please?" I looked up at him, and waited for his response. I desperately wanted him to let us go, and I really wouldn't have told anyone. All I wanted was to go home, and be with my family.

"No," He said, causing me to start crying into my hands. "I have plans for you and Boomer, so don't think that all of this is a big waste of time." I barely heard anything he said, because I was crying too loud. Suddenly, I felt him grab one of my pigtails, and force me to look at him. "I said drink the Antidote X!" He shouted at me, as I tried to free my pigtail. After that failed I grabbed the cup, and after a moment of staring at it, I pressed the cup against my lips, and drank the liquid inside. I heard him chuckle a bit, and then felt him rub his hand against my head. "Good girl, you're supposed to do what adults tell you to, no matter how wrong it is."

"Alright she drank it, now get away from her," Boomer said, after recovering from the punch he took. I could tell that he was crying after he was hit, but he had just wiped the tears away. I felt so bad for him. Then, the man leaned closer to me and whispered.

"I have some important things to do in my room, so I need you to get Boomer to drink this." He handed me the second cup. "Do it or I'll murder you both, ok?" He said that as if we were just having a normal conversation. For the first time since we got kidnapped, I was actually filled with rage. It actually felt good to feel something other than fear. I wanted to take the cup in my hands, and throw it onto his face. Before I did anything I probably would have regretted, I remembered that in the situation I was in, I was completely powerless. There was nothing I could do that would have gotten Boomer and me out of there safely. I closed my eyes and nodded, but I really wanted to shake my head. I didn't want Boomer to lose his powers, and I really didn't want to be the one responsible for it. "Good," The man said, and then walked down the hall and through a door. He slammed it almost hard enough to break the hinges.

"Finally, he's gone," Boomer said, walking to me. "Now we have to find a way to get out of here."

"Um… Boomer…" I said to him, trying to figure out what to say. Boomer wanted to get us out of there, but I had given up on escaping already. The door and windows were locked, and we couldn't break any of them without our powers. "… I don't think we should try to escape." There was a moment of silence before Boomer finally responded to me.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, trying not to raise his voice. The last thing we needed was for that guy to return. "We have to escape, we can't just stay here ant let him torture us." Then I did the one thing my conscious was begging me not to. I held up the cup, and waited for him to take it. "I'm not going to drink that! Without our powers we're practically his toys!"

"Boomer you have to, he'll kill us if you don't."

"I don't care; I would rather die than live and be tortured by him!" Without even thinking, my arm quickly moved toward Boomer, and I soon felt my hand collide with his face.

"Don't ever say that!!!" I shouted, not even caring that the man could obviously hear me. "We can't die, because we have families to go back to!!! How do you think they would feel if they found out we just died!?!" Tears were quickly sliding down my cheeks and falling onto the blood stained floor beneath us. Boomer had his hand on his cheek, and was staring at me with a surprised expression. I didn't even feel sorry for hitting him. All I could think about was the fact that Boomer was willing to just let himself die.

"Brick and Butch may be my family… but they don' treat me like it," Boomer said, quietly. "They always call me stupid, and Brick always hits me. I don't think they would care if I died…"

"Of course they would, they may tease you a lot, but they're your brothers so they have to love you." I tried to explain to him that his brothers cared about him. I believe that all families have feelings for each other, no matter how unusual they may be.

"Bubbles… my brothers hate me."

"Don't talk like that, of course they-"

"Listen," He said. "Just because they're my brothers doesn't mean they like me. Bubbles, you think that just because two people are in the same family they're gonna like each other. Well that's not true. My brothers hate me, and I wouldn't be surprised if they were already planning on killing me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I never knew Boomer felt this way about Brick and Butch. I always thought that they were all friends. I slowly held the liquid up to his face.

"Please Boomer, drink it. If not for your brothers, then for me."

"No," Boomer said, and I almost lost it.

"Boomer, why won't you just drink it?! Do you want to die?!"

"Maybe being in hell would be better than this!!!" Boomer suddenly yelled. Then he quickly knocked the cup out of my hand. I gasped, and watched as the Antidote X spilled all over the floor. It mixed with the blood, and started to slowly turn black. I turned to look at Boomer again, but he walked away from me.

"Boomer…" I tried to get his attention.

"Leave me alone," He said, and then sat in a corner and put his head into his arms.

"Boomer," I said again, but this time too quietly for anyone to hear. Then, I felt the anger return. "Fine, go ahead and let yourself die!!! I don't care!!!" After that outburst, I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to my knees and cried hysterically into my hands. I wished that all of this wasn't happening. I even wished it was just a nightmare, but I knew that it was more than that. But no matter what, I knew that I couldn't let myself die. I had to get home somehow, even if it meant doing whatever this man wanted. Even if Boomer didn't make it…

Blossom's POV…

"Buttercup!!" I called from downstairs. "Buttercup come down here!!"

"No, I'm playing a video game!!" I heard her say, but I needed her to stop.

"This is important!! Just pause it!!"

"Wait! Five more minutes!!" She said.

"No, Buttercup, right now!!" I finally sighed, and flew up to our room to get her. She was playing a game, just like she said. "Buttercup I need to talk to you."

"I'm almost done," She said, not taking her eyes off of the screen. In one swift motion, I pressed the pause button on her controller.

"Hey, what's wrong with you!?!"

"Buttercup, Bubbles has been gone for a long time." I said. "I'm starting to get worried. Maybe we should go looking or her."

"She's probably ok," Buttercup said, unpausing her game. "All she was doing was fighting one of those stupid Rowdyruff Boys. Not even she could mess that up."

"Are you sure? What if his brothers came and helped him capture her?" I asked. I knew it was very possible.

"Look, you made me lose my game!" Buttercup yelled, as she threw the controller on the floor. "There's no way Bubbles got captured by the boys. They're too stupid."

"Yeah, but-"

"If you really think something happened to her, then you can go looking for her. You'll probably find her fighting Boomer, and winning." I took a moment to think about what I should do. Brick and Butch didn't know about Bubbles and Boomer's fight, so they couldn't have helped him. And Bubbles is usually able to defeat Boomer on her own, so maybe she is ok. It just might be taking her a while to win this time.

"If she isn't back in an hour, we'll go searching," I said.

"Fine by me," Buttercup said, as she started a new game. "Wanna play with me?"

"Sure," I said, and then Buttercup handed me the second controller, and we began to play together. Soon, I was having so much fun that I forgot all about Bubbles.

To Be Continued...