BUBBLES' POV

My heart stopped once we became face to face with our old memories: mostly because Boomer was still gazing over at me.

"We ran you guys out of town," Buttercup growled as Butch walked to her side.

Butch chuckled, "Don't you girls see? No matter how many times you drive us out." He now was making his way in front of Buttercup's face, so they were only separated from inches, "We always come back."

His tone of voice sent shivers down my spine, they certainly weren't the boys we fought when we were fifteen. The boys were much, much taller than us and their muscles were practically coming out of their jackets.

Brick sported his usual red, with a blood red jacket and a red tank top under, and of course his signature red cap with black pants. His long hair was kept in a ponytail, (which Blossom always liked, not that she would admit it.)

Butch was the tallest out of his brothers and simply wore a green shirt with black lettering that said DON'T F WITH ME, of course I was uncomfortable with the profanity, he sported black shorts with a chain coming out of the pocket as well. His hair was long, but not as long as Brick's, and he wore a tiny ponytail at the very top.

Lastly, was Boomer and I had to stop myself from staring too much but I couldn't help but still find him attractive. His blonde hair was longer but kept it at a certain length. His blue jacket was around his waist, and he had a blue tank top on, practically exposing his biceps. His pants were low and showing the waist of his boxers. Boomer had grown up, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.

Brick smirks, "So what brings you girls here to our hideout." Blossom was about to answer but was interrupted by Buttercup's growl.

"We are here to take you boys down once and for all." Buttercup raised her hammer to hit Butch as Blossom and I backed away to avoid the impact, but it never came. I looked up to see Butch holding the end of the hammer with one hand. How could he do that? He should've been crushed!

"W-what the hell? H-how?" Buttercup stuttered and gazed upon her hammer. Blossom had had enough and tried to attack Brick with her yo-yo, she flew over him throwing the yo-yo in his direction. Brick saw her coming and grabbed the yo-yo, wrapping it around Blossom who yelped at the attack. Brick then pulled the yo-yo which meant that he pulled Blossom along with it.

"Let. Me. Go. Brick." Blossom struggled to speak due to tight string around her.

Brick licked his lips, "No can do, babe. Boomer, get the blue one."

I looked horrified as Brick mentioned me and I could see Boomer walk toward me. "Run Bubbles!" Blossom yells, I didn't want to leave my friends but the boys were too strong. I grabbed my bubble wand and started to run as fast as I could.

"Shit!" I could hear Boomer curse behind me, signaling that he was following after me. I tried to make him lose me by flying faster but he just ended up flying right behind,

I threw bubbles after him but he dodged them quickly, I was running out of ideas and I had no idea where I could fly to. "Just give it up, Bubbles. I have you cornered." Boomer teases me and I felt so useless.

"Why are you doing this, Boomer?" I backed up until I felt myself hit a wall. Great, a dead end.

Boomer smiles before placing his hands on my shoulder, "You'll find out soon, Bubbles."

Then darkness.

3rd Person POV

The girls opened their eyes to find themselves tied to chairs by string rope that they could not get out of.

"What is this?" Buttercup yells, struggling with the tight rope against her skin. She looks to see her friends in the same trouble as she was.

Blossom hung her head low, "I failed. How did I let him win so easily?"

"Newsflash, Blossom. We all failed, okay get over it. Now let's figure out how to escape." Buttercup scoffed and even tried to rip the rope with her teeth.

Bubbles began to tear up, "Where do you think we are?" She asks with a slight whimper.

Blossom brings her head up and begins to look around, "I have no idea, but wherever we are, I can bet that the Rowdyruffs are here too."

Buttercup slammed her head against the chair in frustration, "Butch made me look weak. That stupid son of a bitch." She growled but sat still once the sound of a door being opened echoed through the room.

"W-Who's there?" Blossom speaks up, but her voice shaked showing how scared she was.

"Just us, babe." Brick chuckled through the darkness, eventually showing himself with his brothers right behind him.

The girls felt their bodies stiffen up at the tone of their voices, so cold and dark, their black auras were being shown heavily.

"So what are you gonna do to us? Kill us?" Buttercup bitterly asks, not daring to meet Butch's eyes.

All they did was laugh, which scared them more than any other answer they could've given them.

"Now why would we kill you," Butch raised an eyebrow while lifting Buttercup's chin so their eye connected. He had never seen such eyes in his beloved, it was fear.

Blossom and Bubbles never thought they would see the day that someone would break Buttercup, someone like Butch no less.

Bubbles sniffled, "If you aren't going to kill us, what are you going to do?" Bubbles tried to find Boomer, he would always show weakness with her. She was his kryptonite, even when they were younger. As she searched for his good side, he immediately shut it out and glared, was there no good in him anymore?

Again, no answer but Brick crouched down to meet Blossom's eye level, but she did not dare to look at him. As Butch did, he placed his cold fingers on her chin and moved her head so she could look at him. All the pain in her eyes were replaced by looks of anger and hatred, there was no way he could tell her what their plan was yet.

Sure, Blossom had a crush on Brick when they were younger, but all that has passed. They were 19 now, and the thought of him made her sick, but she could not deny the attraction, she was human after all. He gently placed his lips over hers as she tried to retaliate but there wasn't much she could do in her current situation.

And with that the boys left the dark room, leaving the loves of their lives to cry and brew in anger to what was to come next.