A/N - My god, I'm terrible I know. Chapter 7.
Buttercup POV
Where? Why? How?
Death is confusing, life changing.
I can't say anything more.
Butch POV
When the light from the morning sun shone through the urban landscape that was Townsville, I was there to witness it. I couldn't go home, couldn't sleep. Knowing she was alive again was more emotionally draining then hearing she was dead. She was dead...wasn't she. But she now would wake up to another day, a day that was given to her by a man that was pure evil. The grass was wet where I sat by the bridge into the city. Our spot, the spot where we'd talked, laughed to the point of asphyxiation. We were high then, I felt like I was on a completely different high now. Standing, I watched the sun slowly come up the horizon, oranges and yellows taking away the dark night sky that remained. It was Buttercup, her light now brought back into the world.
I had to see her.
Flying past quaint suburban homes, happy children making their Friday bus...was it Friday? The day seemed blank, the calendar that was in my mind rubbed clean. What month was it? I couldn't remember as I stepped through that familiar window once more. Bubbles and Blossom were huddled in blankets on the floor, in a deep, crying induced sleep. Looking to the bed I noticed Buttercup was gone, panic would immediately set in. My eyes flew to the door, which was open wide enough for somebody to fit. She was walking, she was breathing, doing things that normal, alive humans should be doing. Dashing down the hall to the stairs I would find her, quietly sitting in the middle of the living room. I held my breath as I slowly walked over, her air overwhelming me. She sat Indian-style, her hands in her lap, she turned them over seemingly inspecting them. She still wore what she had one the day before, her hair crumpled and messy. That was when I noticed the drops that fell to her hands. I quickened my pace and knelt down next to her.
"Buttercup..." I croaked, unable to say much more.
She looked up slowly, her face blank, expressionless. The streams of tears were flowing, but she didn't look sad. I lifted a hand and gently touched her cheek, she remained still, green eyes piercing through my soul. I leaned forward, embracing her as tightly as I could. I felt no change in movement, she didn't embrace me back. She spoke quietly, a near whisper...I couldn't even catch what she had said.
"I'm crying Butch."
I shot back, her voice sounded foreign and completely new. Face now twisted in despair, her hands shook as she turned them over again, opening and closing them over and over. She reached out and took one of mine, lacing her fingers in them and resting them down on the carpet. We sat there for what felt like hours, she didn't say anything more. Turning over our hands all she could do was stare. Expression was gone once more from her face, we didn't notice Bubbles tromping down the stairs.
"Buttercup..." she said gasping.
Coming over next to us, Buttercup released the grip on my hand, and turned away. Bubbles gave me a look of confusion, she'd never seen her sister like this. Buttercup wasn't an emotional person to begin with, but she wasn't one to shut down either. She needed time to realize that she was living again. That she wasn't caught in death anymore.
We would get caught by the phone ringing abruptly, Bubbles jumping at the sudden noise. From the sound of her voice, it was the mayor and he was frantic...again. Sighing, she hung up the phone and bolted up the stairs to get the "leader".
The normalcy would return with their teamwork...it had to.
Bubbles POV
"Blossom, we need to head downtown someone's written a message on the mayors wall in what he says is 'blood', but you never know with him. He's pretty upset and I think all three of us should go to get back into the swing of things." I said as calmly as I could.
All Blossom could do was stare at me from her spot on the floor, "You two go, I can't be a leader today..."
Enough.
I had enough of this attitude, there was no way I could deal with this alone, we were a team.
Something had to get done around here, we were the Powerpuff Girls, we didn't lay down and cry for a week...that was what Buttercup always said. So I took over for her.
Lunging down I ripped the blanket off her and pulled her to a sitting position, shaking her shoulders roughly, "GET THE FUCK UP! Snap out of it what the hell is wrong with you?! You think that because Buttercup was killed by a monster that it's your fault?! GET OVER YOURSELF! Now get dressed and come on!"
Pink eyes tore into me fearfully, she stood silently hanging her head.
As soon as she was ready Blossom and I headed back downstairs to find Butch and Buttercup still sitting on the floor.
"Buttercup..." I said, quietly walking to her side.
"We need to head downtown, the mayors frantic, and I was thinking that maybe-"
She stood up abruptly looking straight ahead, "Let's go."
She held her hands limply to her sides as she walked out of the living room to the front door. We all stood baffled, what was wrong? Heading over to the front door, Blossom, Butch and I waited silently as Buttercup walked out and flew towards town. Flying was a blur, we all said nothing and soon we would find ourselves looking at a grotesque display in the mayor's office.
"She's mine." was all the wall said, but to whom did it refer? Ms. Bellum stood silently in the back, she knew it wasn't about her, but who was "she" and who did "she" belong to? Buttercup walked up to the wall, feeling the thick blood that was now dripping.
"It's warm," she said quietly. Turning to face Blossom and I she had a confused look on her face as she now felt the sticky blood between her fingers. She then smiled sadistically, giggling as the blood spread down her fingers more.
Stepping back Butch and Blossom became uneasy.
"Butterc-"
I began, but quickly stopped as she looked straight up. Looking from person to person, she looked frantically out the window.
"The school..."
A/N - I'm such a neglectful whore! This has been a stressful project, and this chapter is absolute crap so forgive me! I hate that my RL has taken time away from my most successful fan fiction, and it's killing me because the last thing I want is this story's fan base dying off due to my idiocy and severe lack of updates. PLEASE, stay involved, keep reading, this story WILL get done.
