A/N: I'm so excited to update! I just now avoided having my friend find out I like ppg! He would flip out and mock me for it for the rest of my life! D: thank goodness I saved myself! Anyways, I hope you like my next chapter! Enjoy! :)
"Merry Christmas Eve!" Bubbles said cheerfully as she ran down the stairs. She was wearing a baby blue button up shirt and some blue flannel pants with some white bunny slippers. Blossom was sitting at the coffee table reading a book. She looked up and smiled at her blonde sister.
"Good morning, Bubbles. How did you sleep?" She asked and Bubbles stretched her arms out wide."I slept great!" Suddenly, Boomer walked down the stairs. He looked exhausted.
"Merry Christmas Eve, Boomer!" Bubbles smiled brightly at him. Boomer looked at her curiously."Christmas Eve? What's that?" He asked and Bubbles gasped. Butch and Buttercup stopped playing their video games and Brick looked up from his book wide eyed.
"You don't know what Christmas is? Didn't you ever celebrate it?" Brick asked in shock. Boomer shook his head and yawned while sitting on the couch.
"I was always training. I never had time for holidays." He replied. Butch frowned."Training? Did your life really suck that much?" Boomer glared at him and Buttercup punched his arm.
"Well, we have to tell you about Christmas now!" Bubbles said and sat next to him.
"You see, it all started when a big man with a white beard wanted to help children all over the world…" She then explained the story of Christmas to Boomer; all the while Boomer was listening intently. After she finished, Brick and the others brought out a big box full of decorations and lights.
"What's all this for?" Boomer asked.
"This is the part where we decorate the house!" Blossom replied happily. The Professor came down the stairs with his robe and slippers on.
"Well, it looks like all of you are pretty anxious for Christmas to come now." He said while smiling at everyone. Buttercup narrowed her eyes dangerously as the news came on. Everyone looked at the TV and their expressions darkened. A news woman had a grim expression on her face.
"It seems it had happened again. Apparently, a train with about 100 or more people on board has died. It is said that something- or better yet someone- crashed the train, causing it to crash right into itself and a huge explosion occurred. One message has been written though. On the wall of the subway the train was in, the word 'die' in what appears to be blood was sprawled out across the wall, making it impossible to miss. Any other information has not yet been released into the public. If you have any idea who or what did this, please contact the number on the screen." She said, before the TV was turned off. Boomer threw the remote onto the couch. He smiled troubled at everyone.
"Let's not get all down about this. I'm sure everything will work out fine." He said. Bubbles looked down as Blossom put her hand on her sister's shoulder.
"It's the second accident this week…" Blossom said."Apparently, there was a major plane crash and that same message was written on the scene of the crime. Who could have done all this?" Blossom asked, closing her eyes tightly. Brick sighed.
"I hope no one else will get hurt." He said.
"Let's stop talking about it, ok?" Boomer demanded more than asked. Everyone stared at him. The shade was covering his eyes.
"I don't want something like this to ruin everything." He said, and Buttercup raised a non-existent eyebrow.
"Ruin everything? What do you mean?" She asked, getting suspicious. Boomer looked at them and smiled slightly.
"Christmas, that's what. I want to help decorate." He said, and Bubbles grinned."Ok! Let's get to work then!" She said cheerfully and gave everyone some lights and other decorations. They spent half the day shoveling the snow from the drive way, cleaning the house, putting up lights and decorations, and also setting up the tree. Bubbles baked the cookies while Blossom poured the milk They set the food on the coffee table. Everyone stepped back and admired their work.
"I think this may be the best Christmas so far." The Professor said.
"So," Butch started, "what's for dinner?" Everyone sighed in exasperation at his question."You seriously ask that now?" Buttercup asked and smacked the back of his head.
"Ow!" Butch groaned and rubbed the back of his head. Boomer giggled childishly.
"I'm actually pretty excited. I've never had any fun like this." He said and looked back at them. Brick smiled and nodded his head."Yes, I can't wait either."
That night, everyone watched a Christmas movie together. It was Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer. Boomer seemed to especially like it. When the movie was over, everyone said goodnight and went to their rooms.
The next morning, Bubbles woke everyone up by running around the house yelling, "Merry Christmas everyone!"
They all came down the stairs, and Boomer was last. He looked like he had only gotten an hour of sleep. Brick noticed something, though.
"Boomer, what happened?" Brick asked, pointing at his bandaged wrist. It looked brand new… Boomer smiled at him troubled.
"I accidentally cut myself when I was getting a glass of water last night. I dropped the glass, and it cut into my skin. Sorry for worrying you…" He said and looked down. Brick sighed.
"It's ok, just be careful next time, alright?" He asked and Boomer nodded.
"Why don't we all have a big Christmas buffet?" The Professor asked them. Butch and Buttercup were practically drooling, while Bubbles and Blossom grinned and nodded.
"That sounds like a great idea, Professor!" Blossom said. The man looked over at Boomer, "would you like to help me cook, Boomer?" He asked, and Boomer nodded in agreement.
"Sure, I can do that…" He said quietly. He then walked into the kitchen and began to prepare eggs. While they were doing that, Blossom saw a present with Boomer's name on it.
"Hey Boomer, you have a gift!" Blossom said happily. At hearing his name, Boomer came from the kitchen with his apron and such on.
"Go on, open it!" Bubbles said excitedly. Boomer obeyed and carefully unwrapped the box. It had dark navy blue with baby blue polka dots, with a red ribbon on top. When he was done, everyone gasped.
"What is it?" Buttercup asked. Inside was what looked like a crystal ball. Blossom reached inside and pulled out a letter.
"Dear Powerpuff Girls,
It really has been a while, hasn't it? I have a job for you. I want you and the boys to teach Boomer the ways of the good. He has a good heart, but doesn't know how to show it. This is a crystal ball that has all of Boomer's memories. You may need it someday. If you don't complete my request, you'll all get coal next Christmas, and lot's of it. Remember, I'm always watching.
Sincerely,
Santa Claus."
"It seriously said that?" Butch asked, while frowning. Brick carefully took out the crystal ball. He set it on the counter and everyone stared at it.
"Can we use it?" Buttercup asked. Boomer looked down at his feet.
"Maybe some other time…" He muttered under his breath. They continued unwrapping their presents, and got the Professor out of the kitchen for his. Everyone was very happy with what they got. Soon, they were all eating their breakfast, when another news report came on.
"It's happened again, Townsville! Just late last night, someone knocked down the big Christmas tree downtown! A large fire was created, but luckily no civilians were hurt. The police are making an effort at trying to find who the culprit is. And once again, the same message has been spread across the ground. It seems that whoever is doing this is really trying to get our attention. If you know anything on what is going on, please call the number on the screen."
The TV turned off. Boomer stood up, his hair and the shade covering his eyes. He walked up the staris, but halfway through, he stopped.
"You can look at the crystal ball if you want. I don't want it, though." He said over his shoulder and walked up to his 'room'. The table stayed quiet.
"What's up with Boomer lately? He doesn't seem like himself." Blossom asked worriedly. Butch shrugged.
"We don't know very much about him, so we don't even know if he's usually always like this." He said and continued his meal. Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"As much as I hate to admit it, but Butch is right." She said. Bubbles stood up and walked over to the couch. Boomer's notebook laid on the arm rest. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment. She turned the page, and quietly gasped. She kept turning the pages over and over again.
"Bubbles, is something wrong?" Brick asked curiously. She started to look very panicked, as sweat started to form on her forehead. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and her breathing was uneven. She then dropped the notebook to the ground.
On one of the pages was one word. It was written in a red color. Blood.
'DIE'
AN: Cliffy! Why does Boomer hate the news so much? Why is that same message in his notebook? What is going on?! You'll just have to review to find out! Thanks! R&R! :)
