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Chapter 8
"Come on guys. We're going to be late!" Blossom the never late one called.
Once a month they all had this special 'hangout' night. It started when Brat realized how they had enough 'quality time' together. All plans were canceled. Tonight it was just the eight of them and a trip to their all time favorite club.
Squeezed into Butch's car and drove to The Demon.
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Bubbles POV
"Dear come here. I believe it's time for your task." The Voice calls.
This was it the day Bubbles has been waiting for. All her 'friends' have mostly completed their task. They brought back information about what's been going on in Townsville for her but refused to listen.
"Now. I'm giving you a month to complete it. But knowing you it should be done in a week. You are not to open your task file till you get to the club where you'll find your target. Understand?"
"Yes. Yes Master."
"Destroy anything or anyone who gets in your way."
That would be easy she thought. Assassination that is. She loved the smell of fresh blood, the sight of her blood-splattered clothes, the feel of it running through her hands.
To give you a little boost, I'm raising your power level as a little gift. None can beat you.
Will do Bubbles thought. Will do.
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"Looks like the club's packed tonight." Butch had a sly grin stretched across his face.
"Come on. Butch and me gotta score to score to settle." Buttercup says with a smirk to rival his grin.
The two ran to the side door to get in. Brute followed.
"Boomie, I wanna dance!" Brat with her puppy dog face.
Boomer smiled lovingly at her, took her hand, twirled her around and the two of them arm in arm headed for the entrance.
Being more mature than the others, Blossom, Brick, and Berserk went to hang out in the lounge.
At the bar, BC and Butch had an arm wrestling match with Brute has the referee. Over by the dance floor Brat and boomer were showing off their dance moves in a dance circle.
Mean while, in the lounge Blossom was talking with the others when someone tripped and fell over her stretched out legs.
"A you all right?" She asked rushing to help the blonde girl.
She was wearing black sunglasses and black clothes. She had a dark aura coming from her.
"I'm fine." The blonde girl mumbled. "Excuse me.
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Bubbles POV
'Stupid humans, making me trip like that. Now that you think about it she did look slightly familiar. I didn't have time to stop. Needed to find somewhere private. I heard of these so called "clubs" when I was little. What was the point of them anyway?' All this music and laughter was giving me a headache.
'The bathroom perfect place to open the file.' Just as I was cutting through the dance floor someone knocked into me and sent my sunglasses flying.
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Brat POV
'I swear me and Boomer were the best dancers on the floor. We even won a dance competition against this other couple.'
'So here we are, dancing to the beat when I bumped into some girl. I accidentally sent her glasses flying. They weren't her style anyway.
"Oops. I'm so sorry." I said as I offered her my hand. When we locked eyes together for a second I thought she looked exactly like me except with slightly hair. She had a lighter shade of blue eyes than me but when I looked again they turn a blue-black color. The lighter shade must have been a trick of light.
Anyway I asked her, "Do I know you?" Her eyes looked me up and down. Truth be told, her almost black eyes were terrifying. Scarier than Brute signature death glare. She responded with "No. I not from here." I still thought I knew her from somewhere but I wasn't going to push it any further. "Well you probably know me right?" "No. Never heard of you." I was dumbfounded. How can she NOT have heard of me? The puff/ruff/punk team was known globally.
I just smiled sweetly. I didn't think I was going to like this girl. "I'm Brat powerpuff and powerpunk girl."
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Bubbles POV
When the girl said the name powerpuff memories flooded into my mind. Memories both bad and good. Then I reached the point where I remembered everyone thought I was dead. I figured I would have to make something up. Anyway after she said "powerpuff" I stopped listening. This meant my sisters might be here. During my time on X9 I seemed to have quickly forgotten them.
"Excuse me." I headed for the bathroom.
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Brat
'How rude! How dare she walk away from like that. Who does she think she is?!'
I decided to follow her. She seemed really weird.
With the door open a crack I watched her rush into one of the stalls. So I go in and decide to wait for her. Maybe we could be friends or enemies. Maybe friendnimes? Whatever I just wanted to know her and stuff. It's important from me to have ties to people. You never know.
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Bubbles POV
'Finally. Alone.'
That girl I just bumped into DID seem familiar. I just wasn't gonna admit it. This wasn't the time for a trip down memory lane. Maybe after I found my target and killed him, then I could see all my friends and find my sisters.
I barley opened the cover to the fat file when I heard that girl's voice.
"Hello? Um Blondie are you okay in there?"
I shut my file and flushed the toilet, which I haven't used.
When I opened he stall door outward I hit someone. I thought I was a crazed stalker so I kicked them in the stomach. It was only till she was on the floor when I realized it was no other than the that girl. (No idea why she keeps on referring to Brat as 'that girl'.)
She was lying on the floor. Unconscious. Bleeding. Badly. I knew I was going to be so much trouble if I left her there even though I wanted to so much play with her blood.
I started to drag around the perimeter of the club. Sadly to get to the back door I had to pass through the lounge.
I was doing well until I tripped again over the girl's leg from before. That girl I was carrying collapsed on top of me. Man she is heavy.
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Blossom
"I'm so sorry!" The same girl from before was sprawled out at my feet once again. I didn't know my legs were that long.
Another girl fell on top of her. It was my adopted sister, Brat. She had had a large gash on the side of her stomach. It was bleeding rapidly.
"Oh my god! Berserk, Brick, help me!" I completely freaked out.
"Oh lord! What the heck happened?" She said as she whipped out her cellphone.
"Brute get your *** over here. Get the others too."
The reason they were all in panic was because it must have been really strong to make Brat bleed like this. We needed to get to a hospital.
"Do you mind getting her off me? I don't react to blood really well!" Everyone's attention switched to the angry girl beneath Brat.
"Sorry!" I can't stop saying sorry. It's a habit of mine.
Buttercup, Butch and Brute finally arrived. Brick and Boomer lifted Brat up and placed her on one of the couches.
"Thank you." The girl said. Her dark orbs clearly showed that she was annoyed. I finally got a chance to look at her. She had blonde hair that was almost white that went down to her waist. It was loosely in pigtails. She was pale but in a beautiful way. Her blue-black eyes stood out the most. They were frightening yet still beautiful. They were- not human. Her black top was blood splattered. Her jeans weren't too bad. She looked a lot like Brat but with shorter hair.
She also reminded of her late sister.
"Bubbles." The words just flew out followed by tears. She didn't mean to say it. It was an unspoken promise never to say her name again.
Brick rushed to comfort her after making sure Boomer and Butch had gotten Brat to the hospital.
"Yes?" She looked up to see blue-black orbs staring at her.
I brushed away my tears, confused. "Did you just answer?"
She just looked at and smiled. I guess it was supposed to friendly but it came more like a smirk.
"You called my name didn't you? Blossom dear?" The Brat look alike tiled her head.
"How do you know my name?" She was really freaking me out now.
"How do you know my name? Really Blossy, I thought people respected the dead's memo—" She was cut off when Blossom pulled her into a bone crushing hug.
Blossom knew it was her. She just knew. It was a sister's instinct.
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I got tired so I decide not to continue. If anyone wants to make any suggestions go ahead. Please review
