A/N: Yay another chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and Favorited and all that! You're the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" on my "I Can't Believe It's Not Bread!" The chapter all seem to be running about the same length. I didn't plan for that to happen, it just did. Hopefully people like this chapter as much as they seem to be liking the others.
On a different note. Don't expect the next chapter to come out any time soon. I'm juggling multiple writing projects right now, and I feel too much attention has been given to this one, so I'm gonna switch gears. I don't think I'll be away too long. Maybe an extra week or two.
Buttercup Vs The New World Order
Chapter 4
Vs Kill O Meter
The dinner had been delicious. Gruff had returned to the Professor's house at least two or three times after that. They would talk friendly with one another. Gruff always made sure that he (the Professor) and Miss Keane were well supplied. They hadn't heard from any of the girls, but Gruff did his best to inspire confidence that they would return.
After one of these visits (Miss Keane had made a delicious pasta that night), Gruff was required, under penalty of being pestered, to check in with Captain Anarchy and his merry gang of ne'er do wells. Gruff thought that the whole ordeal of weekly checkups was contradictory to the whole "order from chaos" motto of anarchists, but he complied as it gave him the opportunity to insult both the Captain and Dirge, and he might also get to spare a few words with the lovely Jane Doe. Oh, how he felt so "High School" around her!
He traveled into the heart of the city. He would need to get to the top of one of the still standing skyscrapers if he wanted his signal to reach the others. There was hardly any lootings going on. Most people had fled the dangerous cities, taking to the countryside in a ironic sort of reverse Industrial Boom. Oh, there was a boom, alright, thought Gruff, A boom for the ages. The thought of all recorded history possibly being lost in this whole spectacle caused Gruff a tiny moment of hesitation. Then he realized, without the rest of history to compete with, it would be much more likely that people would remember him when he was dead. This caused him to laugh out loud. He was pretty sure he would never die.
It took him about an hour to make it to the city and find a tower that fit his needs (there were many others, but they were too damaged to climb). Gruff had never been very good with computers and such things, so he was glad that the laptop setup he was using was incredibly simple. At first the screen was black while he was syncing up with the others. Before any of their faces appeared on his screen, Gruff heard the voice of Kill O Meter shout, "Christ! What happened to your face!? You look like you just got out of Mexican prison!"
Their faces could now be seen. A majority of the screen was taken up by Kill O Meter, the faces of the other five were lined up vertically along on the side in much smaller windows. Captain Anarchy then began to speak; as he did, Kill O Meter's face was replaced in the main window.
"More importantly, tell us why you're so late?" he asked angrily. There was a delay in between speakers as the signal traveled around the globe.
"I was taking care of a few personal things," Gruff answered quickly.
"I didn't send you to Townsville so you could take care of your personal problems!" The Captain screamed. His image distorted momentarily with his rage, "I sent you there to take care of an obvious problem! And from the look of your face I can see that you failed!"
Gruff didn't flinch. Captain Anarchy was right, he had failed in killing or otherwise taking care of Buttercup. "She had help," he said calmly.
Lady Wicca perked up, "One of her sisters?"
Gruff told them all about his Battle with Buttercup, the loss of his eye, and how they were interrupted by the Rowdyruff Boys.
"Never liked those boys," Lady Wicca said, "They were just a male knockoffs of the girls with none of the charm."
"I agree," said Gruff.
"Do you think they'll cause trouble?" asked Kill O Meter.
"That is what they do."
Captain Anarchy let out a frustrated sigh, "It seems like the universe is purposefully getting in my way," he muttered, "Do you at least know where they went?!"
Gruff shook his head, then said, "But I have it on good authority that Blossom might be in Africa."
"Oh very good! Very Specific!" cried Kill O Meter desperately, "I guess I could just start running around the whole continent, and I'll find her come next decade!"
"Can't Lady Wicca conjure up a divination, or something?" asked Dirge.
"That's not how my power works. I can't pinpoint a single person on a planet of billions. Especially someone I've never met," she answered, "Though . . ." she trailed off momentarily, "I did feel a disturbance earlier."
"A disturbance in the force?" asked Jane Doe dryly. Gruff laughed.
Lady Wicca groaned, "No. Something unnatural. I had felt it a few times before, but never paid much attention to it."
"Maybe its one of the girls?" Dirge whispered.
"Can you tell us where this 'disturbance' was coming from?" Captain Anarchy asked.
"Hhhm . . . Europe . . . England maybe."
"Better than Africa," Kill O Meter muttered while scratching his head, "But still not very specific."
"I'll start heading closer. Maybe I'll be able to get a stronger reading," said Lady Wicca.
"I'll get over there right now," Kill O Meter said, "Maybe some of the locals noticed whatever disturbance you felt."
"Captain," began Gruff, "Send me over as well. I can take car of any problem that might arise."
"No!" yelled Dirge suddenly, "I am the one most deserving of revenge!"
Most deserving of a haircut! Gruff thought, and he was about to vocalize it when Captain Anarchy spoke, "Neither of you are going! You've both had your chance. Past experiences dictate that we should no longer throw ourselves at the opposition one at a time. Especially if we're dealing with more than one enemy this time." He rubbed his hand across his chin, "And the Muse of battle has just inspired me with the perfect plan."
"Yeesh," Gruff whispered to himself. No one heard him.
# # #
Buttercup was waking up. The bed was unfamiliar, but much more comfortable than the one she had been sleeping in the past few days. The thick blanket atop her wrinkled as her hands passed across the cotton landscape it created. Eventually hands found face. Buttercup rubbed her eyes, the crusted sands of sleep pushing slightly into her tear ducts. The room she was in seemed very much like the one she had been stying in, only it was bigger. Better furnishings too. The bed she was on was a Queen sized one, and the blankets were soft and thick.
Buttercup was lying on her belly, pillow squashed between her breasts and chin. She looked around. No one else was in the room. Memories of the previous night were flush in her mind. She buried her head into the pillow. She was not embarrassed by what had happened, not really. But there was still something uncomfortable about the whole thing. There was no denying that she was attracted to Brick. It wasn't the whole "bad boy" thing, she had long since outgrown that. It was something else.
It was the way he treated her. Not necessarily mean, but he refused to take any shit from her. He didn't let the fact that she was a famous super hero affect his opinion. He didn't let the fact that she was severely injured change the way he treated her. He didn't treat her special, and for Buttercup that was a welcome change of pace.
And there was a power between them! Buttercup had felt it even before they had sex. She would never be able to describe it herself except with vague descriptions. It was like a sudden swelling of ambition. The time with Brick made her feel capable of anything. Made her feel like the world belonged to her if only she reached out and grabbed it. And that scared her.
She sat up in the bed. The covers fell off of her. Instinctively she grabbed them back up to cover her chest. It didn't look like any of her cloths made it into the room with her, but Buttercup did notice a small bag off to the side of the bed. Something about it made her feel like it was waiting for her. The way the opening was pointed right at her. Inside was a new set of cloths.
"How do they all seem to know my size?" she said to herself.
Seeing as the only other option was leave the room naked (which was considered), Buttercup put the outfit on. Besides the usual fare of underwear there was a black skirt that stopped about four inches above her knee. Buttercup did not care much for skirts, but wore it out of necessity. The top waiting for her, hidden until just now by the skirt, was a red t-shirt. Buttercup held it in front of her a moment, considering the implications. Cute, she thought in an ironic sort of way. She put it on and was disappointed with how well it stuck to her curves. It fit, but didn't feel comfortable.
Also in the bag was a black pair of high heeled shoes, the sort of thing a different girl might wear to an expensive date, and there was black stockings. Buttercup stared at the stockings, fishnets to be more exact, with a look of utter disbelief. Why. The hell. Would I wear this? She thought. She threw the shoes and the stockings back into the bag, and exited the room.
This room led right into the main room wherein sat Boomer. Butch was standing, back to the world, in front of an oven, a tasty smell coming from his obscured front. Boomer was sitting on the opposite side of where Buttercup came in from, in a chair with a book in front of him. The cover was torn, and the spine had been folded so much that nothing could be read. Without looking up from the book, Boomer spoke.
"Rise and shine, Butters."
She gave him a sour look. Not in the mood for a playful scuffle, Buttercup ignored the blue and asked Butch, "Whatcha making? Smells pretty good."
Butch didn't answer her directly. A small, grumbling, unintelligible sound came from his mouth. He shifted his body so that Buttercup couldn't even see his profile. His hands were in front of him, working at something she couldn't quite see. As he turned his back his hands began moving as though fueled by anger.
Buttercup didn't take his reaction personally, instead focusing entirely on Boomer, "Where'd your other brother go?"
"Brick?" began Boomer, "He disappears every now and then. I don't know where he goes."
"Well can I leave him a note or something?"
"Why?" Boomer finally took his eyes away from his book.
"I need to go find my sisters. You know? Save the world and all that."
Boomer shook his head, eyes returning to the pages before him, "No deal, Butters. We don't move without Brick's say so."
"Is he your master, or something?" Buttercup crossed her arms, eyes on the verge of incinerating Boomer's book.
Boomer could sense her stare pressing down on him. He put the book away, and looked at her with dark, humorless eyes, "I don't think you could understand." Buttercup saw in his gaze the seriousness of the words. He then went right back to his book, "I'm not gonna fight with you about this."
Butch's voice suddenly came through, "Its okay if you fight with her, Boomer," his back was still towards the other two, "If you hit her, she might just sleep with you too."
Buttercup turned her head suddenly. Even Boomer looked shocked. Buttercup's eyes were burning. She almost lost complete control over her heat vision, but was able to maintain.
Why maintain? Doesn't he deserve it? He can't talk to you like that! Punish him!
The muscles in her arms began to spasm imperceptibly. She began taking steps towards Butch, his back still turned. Though she couldn't see it, Boomer was looking on nervously. Buttercup's injured shoulder throbbed as though in prediction of battle, "Say that again!"
Butch finally looked over to her, his chin just peaking over his shoulder, eyes glowering. Because of the shadows in the room his sclera looked black, the irises seemed huge and darker than should be possible, a soft green glow floated around the edges.
"Say that again." Buttercup repeated slowly.
Butch's hands shook. Suddenly the pan in his hands fell to the ground, spilling the eggs he had been making all over the floor. He stood over the oven, fists twisting the metal front into a useless knot. His body turned, but it seemed as though Butch was purposefully avoiding making eye contact with Buttercup. She tried to block his path as he began to move towards the exit, but Butch pushed right past her. He was gone before any more words could be said.
Boomer let out a tiny sigh of relief, "He'll calm down in a little bit."
"What the hell's his problem?!" Buttercup screamed. The ground shook a little.
Boomer brought his hands to the sides of his head, "No need for the yelling."
"I can't believe he said that!"
"Don't worry about him. He'll work it all out of his system eventually." Boomer went back to his book.
"What a dick! Why'd he get so upset?"
Boomer didn't bother to look up from his book, "I think he might have a little crush on you."
Buttercup's anger seemed to evaporate in wake of her surprise, "Really?"
Boomer shrugged, "He didn't tell me specifically, but in his own way I think he really likes you."
"Great," said Buttercup, throwing her hands up in frustration, "The unstable guy likes me."
"If it makes you feel any better I think a part of him hates you a lot too."
"That does nothing to make this day better." Buttercup dropped herself into the chair next to Boomer.
"I should be mad at you too," said Boomer. Buttercup gave him a questioning look. He continued, "He was making breakfast for me," Boomer's words were dryer than uncooked rice. Buttercup sat quietly for a moment, then laughter escaped in a powerful burst. Boomer looked at her, "Don't laugh. Poets are gonna be dedicating sonnets to Butch's scrambled eggs one day."
Buttercup's laughter faded into her words, "I'll keep that in mind the next time I'm angry at him. So now what do we do for breakfast?"
Boomer eyed the broken oven, "I guess we'll have to scrounge around for something to eat. Like a pack of dogs."
The two left the little home.
# # #
Brick was floating above it all. Back to the sun, star speckled darkness on all sides, the only thing he could see was Earth. He could see it, but his eyes were closed as though in meditation. Brick could see most anything now, even without looking. He knew where things would be before they even started to move. To him it all blended into a single line of sight. He felt that he knew how this whole scenario with Captain Anarchy was going to turn out long before it actually happened. Maybe he didn't quite know the specifics, but he knew how it would end. A part of him always knew.
It was the result of his new powers. No. New wasn't the right word to use. The powers had always been with him, he just wasn't aware of them. He wondered if his brothers also had this power hidden away. The Powerpuff Girls might have it as well. He doubted it. Only he had it. That made sense to him. Being the only one. That's why he never told Boomer or Butch about his discovery. The power that allowed him to do almost anything.
His eyes snapped open. The broad view in his mind was suddenly replaced with the focus of actual sight. He could see down to Ireland. Butch flew out of their home. A few moments later Buttercup and Boomer came out as well, making their way to a more populated area of the country.
This upset Brick. He could see the outcome of most everything, but the actions of Buttercup always were distorted. He was beginning to think this was because she was starting to discover a power similar to his own (though Brick thought there was no way she could ever be as strong as he. That idea was ridiculous).
Brick began to descend upon his brother and Buttercup. He wasn't angry, nor was he happy. If anything he looked concerned. Concerned that Boomer was moving without first having Brick tell him to. Brick was ready to drop on them suddenly and powerfully. Then he saw something coming. Something was about to happen to Boomer and Buttercup. Brick wasn't sure what it was, Buttercup's presence was distorting his view of what's to come. Brick stopped. He didn't like to go into situations where he couldn't see the outcome. He had done it before with his battle against the green Powerpuff, but that was to test her abilities. He decided to wait and see what would happen before stepping in himself.
# # #
Buttercup and Boomer had made their way to one of the smaller towns. It was entirely unaffected by the attacks of Captain Anarchy. It seemed normal. It seemed peaceful. Boomer had some Euro. Buttercup didn't really care at this point how he got it. They were able to get some breakfast from a nice little pub. The meal had been only average, but Buttercup still enjoyed it. She got along surprisingly well with the blue boy.
"I know this sounds mean," Buttercup began, "But you're a lot smarter than I thought you would be."
Boomer laughed, almost spilling his coffee, "Thanks, I guess. I'm not really that smart, though. I just try and keep my little family together. Sometimes I do that with a joke, more often with some bandages." His eyes went downcast, "especially these days."
Buttercup could see the genuine sadness in his look. She wanted to cheer him up, but didn't know how. Bubbles would know, she thought. A depressed look came over her face as well. They sat at their little table quietly, occasionally sipping their coffee. Eventually Buttercup looked at Boomer and asked, "Why . . . What is different about Brick?"
Boomer looked shocked, "What?"
"Something's different about him. I don't just mean that his personality has changed. He is different now. Like, he's not even the same species as before."
Boomer tried to take another sip of his drink, his hands shaking ever so slightly, "I didn't think anyone besides myself or Butch would have noticed. Not so quickly anyways."
"Something happened to him, didn't it?" Buttercup looked worried. Part for Boomer, part for Brick.
Boomer nodded his head slightly, "I don't know what happened, but it was sudden. I think it was two years ago. We, me, Butch and Brick, we were in Florida. Just hanging out by the beach. Just hanging out. Nothing special. No fighting. No crime. Just checking out ladies and enjoying the sun. It was nighttime. We had a few beers, you know, nothing crazy, just having fun." Boomer took a drink, "I don't know why he did it, but Brick, he was looking up into the night sky, and he just took off. Gone before Butch or I even realized what had happened.
"He was gone for two weeks. We had no idea where he went, so we just waited for him, hoping he would come back. It wasn't so bad. It was summer. The beaches were great. It was easy for Butch and I to find something fun to do. We were worried. Brick's our brother after all, but we knew there wasn't much out there that could really hurt him. Especially since you and you sisters were laying low. We were still worried though.
"He was bald when he came back." as he said this, Boomer ran a hand across his own head, "We laughed at first when we saw him, but once he got closer we could see." Boomer shuddered, "He was changed. Things were different then." Boomer suddenly stopped speaking.
Buttercup stared at Boomer. He was pale, and he eyes wouldn't meet hers. "There's something you're not telling me," she said.
Boomer nodded slowly.
"What happened, Boomer?"
Boomer kept his eyes down, "He . . . destroyed the town."
Buttercup looked confused, "That can't be right. I would have heard about that. Someone with super powers destroying an American town? It would have been all over the news. Unless . . . " Buttercup sucked in a breath sharply. She remembered a news story she had heard about two years ago. A Florida coast town was almost wiped off the map by a freak storm. It had come out of nowhere, there were almost no survivors.
"Unless it looked like a natural disaster," Boomer finished for her, "I don't know how he did it, but Brick just . . . summoned a storm. I couldn't do anything to stop him." Boomer tried to drink more of his coffee, but there was nothing left in the cup.
"Why did he do it?" Buttercup asked.
Boomer shrugged, "The only reason I can come up with is that he just wanted to prove that he could."
Buttercup looked down. How long had it been since she felt ashamed of her actions? The last time was when she looked poor Mrs. Gleason in the face all those years ago. She had almost forgotten the promise she made to herself as a teenager; never to get into another fight, never make rash decisions. Both promises broken.
"You remind me of him," Boomer said, "Butch too, but there's more Brick in you, I think."
"Don't say that," she whispered, "Don't."
Silence again.
"It's a good thing we used up all our fun talking points early on in the day."
Buttercup forced a laugh, "Let's get out of here."
They paid the bill and exited.
Buttercup was still amazed at how normal this little town seemed. It was as though they didn't even notice when the Governments fell. It made the memories of the collapse seem more like a dream than reality. The air even smelled better here.
A feeling began falling on her in waves. Buttercup didn't know what it meant. It made her dizzy momentarily. The bottom half of her stomach seemed to grow heavier.
"Are you okay?" Boomer asked.
"I don't know . . . I think something's about to happen."
A whirlwind kicked up, heading from the south. It was charging towards them fast. Faster than just about anything Buttercup had ever seen. The dust spread across the town, reducing visibility to almost zero. Most people ran inside their homes. Buttercup and Boomer tried to both shield their eyes and still look forward at the same time. Somewhere in the dust was a sound like stampeding bulls.
The noise stopped. A few seconds later the dust had cleared. Buttercup saw standing in the middle of the street a stranger. He wore a pair of loose cargo pants, and a worn out, leather airman's jacket. His hair was blond, blown back away from his face. He had dull brown eyes.
"Welly welly welly well!" he said, "Look who I've found trouncing around in my own backyard!"
"You got dust in my shoes," Boomer began patting himself off.
"Sorry, Bro," the man said "Bro" as though it were an offense, "but me and the girlie need to have some words with one another, so why don' you step on back before I return your whole body to the dust."
Boomer looked confused. He turned to Buttercup, "Was I supposed to be threatened by that?" he turned back to the man and shouted, "Am I supposed to be threatened?"
The man dropped his face in his hand, "Oi, why do I bother with the words? They're a coward's tool."
Buttercup's eyes never left the man, nor did she blink. Despite this, the man disappeared. As his body vanished it simultaneously seemed to reappear directly in front of Boomer. By the time Buttercup had turned her head, Boomer was sent flying backwards. Briefly she was able to see an image of the man. It looked like he had shoulder checked her friend. Buttercup's reaction was one of impulse and immediacy. Her leg arced to the side, the top of her foot aimed to slice a chunk out of the man's side. She was sure she had connected. For a moment it even looked like her leg cut him clean in half. But it had only been a mirage left by a body that had moved to fast to be perceived.
The man was standing back where Buttercup had first seen him, several feet away, "Dom's my name, though most call me by my more eccentric Nom De guerre Kill O Meter." Kill O Meter did a small curtsy, "They call me that on account of I run really fast, I'm from England, and I enjoy a good killing every now and again. 'Fraid you're next on the kill list, my sweet," he added as an afterthought, "And just to get a good workout, I'm gonna kill your boyfriend, too."
Buttercup held up her pointer and middle finger, back of her hand facing Kill O Meter. She was unaware that in Britain this was an insult, "Two things. One: why would you bother to introduce yourself if your plan all along was to kill me? It's not like I'm gonna remember after I'm dead." Kill O Meter was taken aback, "And two: he's not my boyfriend. He's my backup."
From behind Buttercup came a blast of red light. It went over her shoulder on its way to hit Kill O Meter directly in the face, but at the last moment the baddie moved to the side, just enough for the beams to go harmlessly past.
"That almost singed my chin hair off!" Kill O Meter looked amazed at the spot he had just been standing in, "You must be one o' those Rowdy watchacallits. I guess we was right in assuming you all teamed up."
Boomer was up on his feet now, or really, floating with his feet just off the ground. He came up besides Buttercup, "She was able to kick your buddy's ass all be her lonesome! You really think you'll be able to take on the two of us?"
"I saw what you did to Guff! I was very impressed. But he's a big target, and slower than a legless cow. I don't have to worry about you hitting me." He was gone. Both Buttercup and Boomer felt arms wrap gently around their shoulders. Kill O Meter was between and behind them, "You're not even going to see me coming."
Before either could react, Kill O Meter began to spin. Wind was pulled in all around them, filtering upwards as a small, artificial tornado was born. Buttercup and Boomer were tossed out a second later. Before she was even fully back on her feet, Buttercup saw Kill O Meter rushing silently towards her, only to stop an inch from her face and disappear again. A sonic boom knocked her to the ground again as the sound barrier finally caught up with Kill O Meter's movements. A similar thing then happened to Boomer.
Boomer recovered quickly. He began to take off for the sky, thinking that he could attack from the safety of long range. He jumped into the air. Before he got three feet off the ground Kill O Meter had his knees resting on Boomer's shoulders, right hand raised in the sky, "Not gonna be so easy!"
Boomer grabbed Kill O Meter's legs, ready to throw the villain off, when something happened. Kill O Meter's raised hand began to shake, as though a violent earthquake was passing through his bones. It kept getting faster and faster until the shape of his fingers all melded into a blurry dagger. Faster and faster, the sound of a dentist's drill filling the air. The vibrating hand pressed into the side of Boomer's face. It felt like being pushed up against a tire rolling full speed.
Boomer let out a shocked scream, small in duration. Buttercup fired her heat vision. Kill O Meter had his back to her, but right before the attack connected he was gone again; moved around behind Boomer, and aligned the Rowdyruff with the beams. Boomer was struck in the shoulder.
"Sorry!" Buttercup yelled.
A vacuous whirlwind began building up towards Buttercup. Flashes of Kill O Meter's spinning body could be seen, but the blades of wind, colored by dirt, kept collapsing in, hiding the man inside. As it got closer to her it grew larger, like a snow ball speeding down a hill.
Buttercup clapped both hand together, causing a shock wave to bloom forward. It distorted the air, knocking all the blades of wind aside. She was expecting Kill O Meter to be hit as well, but there was no sign of him. Then he appeared in front of her, before her hands even had time to pull back. In a split second she was shotgunned with thousands of punches; none hurt individually, but together they created quite the headache.
Buttercup threw out a wide left, twisting her whole body behind the punch. Again it hit nothing. Her body was thrown off balance for a moment. This would be the perfect time for a counter attack! where is he?she thought. Boomer was now getting to his feet, one hand pressed over a very red cheek, anger in his eyes.
Kill O Meter was thirty feet away from them, panting slightly and shaking his hands as though he had just touched something very hot. "Remind me never to do that again!" he yelled, slight pain traveling his vocal chords, "Punching you lot is like punching steel!" His knuckles were bruised.
Buttercup was finally able to get a clear thought through her head. She realized that the battle thus far had only lasted a few seconds, though it felt much longer. She also figured that she could probably come close to matching Kill O Meter in speed, but only in a straight line. You could cut a dime in half and Kill O Meter would still be able to turn on it, that was his real power. Quick reactions.
A soft, low chuckle passed between Kill O Meter's lips. He was gone. Fool me once, thought Buttercup, I'll have to apologize to Boomer later.
Without saying anything, before she even saw where Kill O Meter was going to pop up next, Buttercup slammed her fist into the ground. Everything within a twenty foot radius of her exploded upwards. Boomer shielded his face, surprised eyes trained on the Powerpuff. Buttercup wasted no time. She spotted Kill O Meter floating in the air, his feet kicking wildly, vainly looking for any sort of traction. He no doubt saw her coming, but there was nothing he could do. Buttercup raised a single tight fist above her head. She left it there just a moment. Just long enough so that Kill O Meter could see he was beaten. She smiled.
The fist dropped like a pendulum. Buttercup hardly had to put any force behind it. She smashed his nose, twisting Kill O Meter's body so that the back of his head slammed the ground. It wasn't enough to kill him, but he was thoroughly unconscious.
"A little warning next time would be stellar," Boomer said, hand back to covering his face.
"No time, Boomboom." Buttercup chuckled.
Boomer grinned back, "What do you want to do with him?"
She picked up the prone body. Blood seeped from his nose like melted candle wax, "I guess we'll take him with us. We can ask him some questions once he wakes up." She began to walk off.
"Where are we going" Boomer asked.
Buttercup brought her eyes around to stare green into him, "Africa."
A/N: Tell me what you think, if you thought anything at all. I feel that the fight scene in this chapter turned out far better than the one in last. The fight between Buttercup and Brick just seemed kinda boring to me . . . oh well. Again, might be a while before the next update. Don't worry, though. I'll see this through to the end.