I got most of this first part from Dominator 225. So on with the story, and just a warning, it's a little short.
"Bubbles, what the hell are you doing?" Buttercup demanded, walking over to the blond girl.
"Pacing helps me think." She replied.
"Fine, well I can't pin-point Butch, can you find Boomer?" Buttercup asked.
Bubbles shook her head. "No...I can't feel him anymore, it's like I never mated with him!" Bubbles stated fearfully.
Blossom came up to them. "Be strong Bubbles, you DID mate with him and we WILL find them! I promise you that!" The pink girl said her voice full of authority.
Bubbles managed to calm down and looked back at Blossom. "OK Blossom, I'll try."
Bubbles went back to tracking Boomer only to find nothing. She sat up heaving a sigh of fear. "This clearly isn't working," Bubbles whined "How are we supposed to find the boys before, you know, things happen."
Blossom and Buttercup cast glances at one another. Blossom bit her lip while Buttercup bawled her hands into fist, her knuckles turning white. "We don't know Bubbles," Blossom sat down next to Bubbles on a white plush couch "Maybe we should just take a break for a couple of days then try again."
"Ok Blossom," Bubbles nodded her head "Besides if this keeps happening I think I'll just give up on finding Boomer."
"Bubbles Utonium," Blossom spat "Don't talk like that, we will find the boys if it's the last thing I do."
Bubbles looked up at her fiery sister "Ok Blossom," she smiled "If you say so"
"Damn right." Buttercup spoke up "I didn't just bat my eye lashes a thousand times for nothing."
The girls started laughing, finally relaxing, and realizing what they had missed out on
(With Brick and mysterious friend)
Brick walked into and old worn down building. It looked as though it belonged in a horror film. He walked in through the door, even though it was only hanging onto the wall with one hinge. There was a small filthy kitchen, a messy living room with a bed in the corner and an old time TV in the middle of the room. Sitting in front of the TV was an old chair that was close to falling apart.
"What do you want." An old scratchy voice came from the chair
"I need to ask you something." Brick snarled
"Why should I help you," the voice came again, but this time it had confidence and authority "After all you and Brothers left me years ago, you little bastard."
"Shut up you old fart." Brick snapped "I have more important things to worry about instead of your feelings, like the Powerpuff girls."
"The Powerpuff girls," the owner of the voice slowly turned around in the chair facing Brick "I haven't heard of them in years."
"Yes Mojo," Brick smirked "Now will you answer my questions?"
"Why of course son," Mojo smirked and gestured for Brick to sit down. "Now what is it you would like to know?"
"How old where the girls when they stopped fighting?" Brick questioned
"Thirteen," Mojo answer "In fact they just disappeared altogether."
"Altogether" Brick whispered
"So have you finally found those brats?" Mojo countered with his own question
"Yes," Brick snarled "What happened to the Professor?"
"The police found him in the house, with two little whole on his neck, blood pooling out of each one."
"Cool," Brick chuckled "Where the girls gone?"
"Yes," Mojo folded his arms "The police thought it was them who did it to the professor."
Brick didn't know if these answers would help him at all but he stood up and slowly walked to the door, actually saying by to his "Father" and leaving. He flew back to the jet where his Brothers should be waking up soon. Brick closed his eyes, the wind hitting his face flowing through his hair. He felt so relaxed and at home. He thought of his brothers and him-self when they were younger. He thought of an innocent little thirteen year old girl being defenseless for the first time in her life. He thought of that girl now as a blood sucking creature of the night, drinking blood from people seducing guys just to feel them lose their life leave them right under her, or even luring drunk men to an alley and slowly and painfully draining the life from them. While thinking of those certain things Brick realized one thing, Blossom wasn't good anymore; in fact she was like him when he was younger. Foolish, confused, and scared.
Sorry that this chapter is short, but I hope you liked it anyways. And if you haven't noticed yet, Brick is starting to feel bad for Blossom, and even start to like her, even though he doesn't know it yet. Well see you next time. ^_^