So yeah, this is the newest chapter of my story. So sorry that it took so long for a new update to come out, I've been busy with work lately and I haven't had the time to seriously sit down and write. But once again, inspiration comes at the most randomest times in the night.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, even though it is not my favorite chapter and I feel like I could have done SO much better but I guess I'll save that for later.

Disclaimer: blah blah blah, I do not own the Power Puff Girls and all that fun stuff.

Oh side note, if you like Avatar the Last Airbender, be on the lookout for my newest story coming out about the 1920s involving all of our fun characters.

Until next time!


Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest
White is cold and always yearning burdened by a royal test
Black the beast descends from shadows
Yellow beauty burns gold


Red. The color of anger. The color of love. The color that blinds each human at some point in their lives. Red was the color that each person has experienced, whether it was through hate or through love, one does not escape the color red. Brick has experienced the color red his entire life. Ever since he was created, the world to him shined in a red color, everywhere he looked was burning with hatred and malice. Nothing could dissolve the pain and suffering that plagued Townsville on a regular basis. There was too much crime, too much destruction in the town for there to anything else really. He was born into a world of mass destruction and so he did what little boys do best – destroy without a second thought. He terrorized the city and burned down everything he could see. He locked away his heart so no one else could take it from him and he shut everyone out of his life. Brick lived in the color red, shielding himself in hate and pain to prevent love from reaching his scorching heart.

Pink was the color of love, or at least that is the color she always associated love with. But love was foreign to her; she didn't actually understand where loving someone could come from. She knew that her brain could cause chemicals in her body to react to certain emotions, much like happiness or sadness. She knew that serotonin was released each time she felt joy and she knew that each time she was to cry, she was releasing prolactin in the form of tears. She knew the scientific basis behind emotions and she knew that she loving someone and being in love with someone were two completely different aspects. She loved her family – no matter how many times they seemed to get on her nerves- and she could even say that she loved her friends. Yet the ideology of loving someone with your whole heart and body terrified her. So when each guy asked her out for seems to be millionth time, she would politely decline, opting to say that she needed to focus on her schoolwork before any sorts of distractions – like a boyfriend – would come about. She knew people called her cold because of this, but Blossom ultimately decided that she'd rather be ice cold then broken hearted in her life.


The October weather was beginning to set it, forcing people to exchange their summer tank tops for a comfy autumn sweater as the chill began to creep up where ever someone may look. Fall sports were coming to an end – school districts no longer wanted to force students to embrace the cold as much as they did – and the talk of upcoming school dances plagued the hallways. Some students gossiped over the outcome of Homecoming King and Queen – somehow, Princess Morbucks managed to become Queen even though no one voted for her – and the outcomes of their first real tests as juniors. It was the beginning of searching for colleges and thinking about growing up in the world – a thought that even terrified Bubbles when no one else around; hey, what was a superpower girl going to do? Guidance counselors pushed college applications down the throats of unknowing students and the pressures of surviving high school suddenly seemed a lot heavier among the shoulders of the students at Townsville High.

Bubbles strolled down the hallway towards her homeroom class, taking into her schedule to personally say hello towards everyone in the hallway surrounding her. She would smile brightly at all the teachers and wave at her passing classmates. She scanned the room for any possible danger, keeping a smile on her face in hopes of no one knowing exactly what she was doing. Her hearing could pick up on any conversation surrounding her, and she knew who was dating who or what huge party was going to happen within the next two weeks. She was attentive, knowing exactly when to speak or how to speak to the person. She was smart – smarter than she would actually admit to anyone, including her sisters – and she knew how to play with the cards she was dealt.

Buttercup stood outside the main entrance to the school, flicking a cigarette onto the ground. Her black boot stomped on top of it, destroying any evidence that it was there. She knew it didn't affect her the way it would other people, she couldn't get addicted to nicotine – her body didn't allow it. She was the most athletic out of all of the sisters, pushing her body to the extreme and forcing herself to be the best of the best. She wanted to be stronger than everyone else – she knew she was stronger than everyone else. She made herself to be the best of the best, she trained hard each day in order to place fear within the eyes of her opponents – including a few of her teachers, but if they were asked, they would merely say it was not true. She breathed in, staring up at the words that spelled out Townsville High – or as she called it, hell on Earth. The bell rang out, piercing her ears louder than the students surrounding her. She sighed, grudgingly trudging through the opening and into mindless classes until it was time for gym.

Blossom slipped into her first period classroom 3 minutes earlier than scheduled, removing her books from her bag and organizing them onto the desk in an orderly fashion. Her blue pen was positioned precisely next to her 5 subject notebook – already opened to her notes on AP Chemistry – as she waited patiently for the rest of her class to pile into the room, along with her teacher. Her hand slipped through her hair, taking the bobby pin out of her hair to reposition her bangs against her forehead. She sighed, undoing the bow tied into her hair that kept it up most days and allowing her hair to cascade down her back in a landscape of auburn colors. The other students began idly coming into the classroom, not one of them paying particular attention to Blossom as she attempted – and failed, something she was continuously doing recently – to fix her bangs that did not seem to want to stay in her hair for the time being. She made a primal noise from the back of her throat, something like a grunt as her hair refused to move, content on annoying her and seemingly making fun of her at the same.

She moved to reposition them one more time, accidentally knocking over her organized books in the process. Papers scattered across the floor, her pen clicking as it landed lightly on top of the disaster area. Huffing slightly, she bent over; collecting the pen off of the floor first as she seemingly pushed the papers together in a disorganized mess. But instead of being alone, she came face to face with her sworn enemy – Brick.

"What do you want Brick?" Her voice came out in a hiss, her pink eyes glaring at him as he handed her a stack of her crumpled papers, his eyes looking more towards the opposite side of the room rather than at her.

"I knew that you'd get all riled up Pinky knowing that my scent would now be over all of your precious schoolwork." He smirked, his blazing red eyes piercing into hers as he kneeled back up. Her eyes followed his, glaring as he handed back the final bits of paper.

"I was fine, thank you very much." She placed the papers back onto her desk a bit too hard, causing it to shake and forcing a few of the stray pieces to gently float back down to the ground. She groaned, bending over and picking them back up as he stared at her. "What Brick? As you can see, your gentleman assistance is no longer needed."

He smirked in response as she continued to get angrier as each second passed. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck, getting the waft of peppermint toothpaste and cologne. She invariantly breathed in, her own breath hitching slightly as he spoke.

"You know Pinky; you should wear your hair down more often. It suits you better than pined up and the smell of roses; you really do know how to make a man go mad." His breath was soft, yet had a rough edge to it. Her cheeks turned bright red, heat burning into her skin as if the sun itself decided to kiss it in that very moment. He was gone all too soon, leaving her sitting as a pile of mush as the second bell indicating school has begun rang. She heard him laugh, knowing very well that he did this to get her mad – and although she never wanted to admit it, she was flattered by his words.


As the school day passed, each movement became a blur to her and she didn't truly comprehend that it was over until she arrived at her doorstep. Bubbles had cheerleading after school and Buttercup wasn't going to be home until 5:45 due to commitments on the soccer team. This left Blossom with too much time on her hands and not enough imagination to fuel any ideas for actually having fun. So what was a girl to do with too many hours on her hands – Blossom chose to sleep. She climbed up the stairs to her bedroom, hearing the slight tinkering of noises coming from the Professor's workshop down below. Blossom hit her bed with a small umf, the memory foam sinking her into itself. She mumbled against the mattress, her eyes shutting closed as darkness over took her and hoping that the color red would no longer plagued her dreams as she slept.