Ok, this chapter has been done for WEEKS now. I wanted to edit the previous chapters before I updated it but it's taking too long (I'm spending most of my summer outside the computer.) so I'm just going to update this now instead. On the bright side, this is a long chapter so happy reading! Remember to comment and review!
Butch is currently going through surgery as we speak.
Smash
However, I am not in the hospital with him.
Rip
Why, you ask?
Break
BECAUSE MY EGGHEAD OF A BOSS ORDERED ME TO STAY HOME, AND HE DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME WHICH HOSPITAL THEY TOOK BUTCH TO!
Smash, creak, punch, slam!
Agh, this is so frustrating! I can still remember his annoying attempts to convince me to stay home.
"But Buttercup, you need your sleep." "Buttercup stop yelling and cussing French." "Buttercup, you're emotionally unstable at the moment."
LIES! I'LL BE FINE WITH NO SLEEP, I CAN CRUSS IN FRENCH ALL I WANT, AND I'LL SHOW EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE WHEN I TEAR DOWN THE ENTIRE CITY AS I HUNT YOU DOWN!
You can guess that the conversation didn't go well.
Butch then took the call and told me not to worry, go to sleep and we'll see each other in the morning. He can be so sweet when he's not being annoying.
Nevertheless, being the understanding person I am, I said: "ARE YOU *beep*ING KIDDING? HOW CAN I GO TO SLEEP WHEN MY GUY TOOK A BULLET FOR ME AND IT COULD POTENTIALLY CAUSE HIM TO LOSE HIS ARM? BUTCH JOJO TELL ME WHICH HOSPITAL YOU'RE AT RIGHT NOW OR MARK MY WORDS, AN ARM IS NOT THE ONLY BODY PART YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE!"
I think I got my point across fairly well. However, the medication Butch took to put him to sleep so he'll be ready for surgery took affect and he was out like a light. I kept screaming through the phone until Boomer picked it up. . . Then he hanged up.
As you can all see, I'm pretty pissed off. Boomer ended up becoming the main target of my anger even though he didn't do anything that bad.
Now that I calmed down a bit, I rather feel guilty now that I destroyed his room. . .
Oh well! What's done is done. It's still dark out, in a couple of hours it'll be morning but I still can't fall asleep! A lot of stuff happened today.
Sedusa finally met her son, a bullet went through Butch's arm, I met HIM again for the first time in eighteen years, and I made the discovery that maybe my missing sister is married to a Rowdyruff!
THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER EXPLANATION THAT! THERE IS NO WAY BLOSSOM MARRIED A ROWDYRUFF! SHE'S TOO CLEAN AND PROPER FOR THAT!
Ok obviously I won't get any sleep until I figure this out and find another explanation; this is what I know:
When I was in college, Blossom discovered that our body contains most chemical X so we're not exactly human. However, thanks to that bit of info, she said that she might discover a way to return our powers; even though I still secretly have mine.
She found a few test subjects that also had Chemical X in their body. No – wait – she said that they had had something similar to it. Which I guess makes sense. Chemical X is very rare and hard to come by so find someone else with chemical X in his or her body is almost near impossible.
Officer Luke also told me that Blossom use to hang around Detective Inc. main building too. Wait a minute; if that's true, maybe everyone might know something about her sudden disappearance!
The only ones in the DNA that have any similarities to my sisters and me when it comes to our super-powered trait in our DNA codes are Brick, Boomer and Butch. However, Sedusa also has powers to control her hair, maybe not because of chemical X but still. Then again, a Chemical X explosion affected Mojo Jojo when my sisters and I were created.
Both Brick and Blossom disappeared around the same time. Brick got his girlfriend pregnant so he left and Blossom ran away with an unknown lover. . .
THERE IS NO PROOF THAT BLOSSOM WAS PREGNANT WHEN SHE LEFT! MOREOVER, IT COULD HAVE BEEN PURE COINCIDENCE THAT THEY LEFT AROUND THE SAME TIME!
". . . Man, what am I doing?" I muttered, dropping myself onto the living room couch. I yawned and leaned back with a glare.
I have no business looking for my sister who left by choice. I still would be happy if she at least called occasionally, letting me know she's ok. We all use to be so close growing up! How did drift so far apart? . . .
*flashback*
"We're almost done packing." Eighteen-year-old Blossom said, putting the rest of her clothes into a pink suitcase.
"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow." Bubbles said, stuffing some pink bed spreads into another suitcase.
"Yeah," I grunted as I tried to close a full suitcase. "Are you sure you can't stay during summer? It's sad seeing you go." Ok, this suitcase is getting annoying so there is only one thing to do. Sit on it and then try to zip it up.
"You know I have to." Blossom responded. "Being offered to join 'The Brains of the Future' is a really big deal! Only the top scientists in the world can join!"
"So what if the Nerds of the Future asked you to join their club?" I said, finally done closing the over-stuffed suitcase. Ha, victory is mine!
"It's the Brains of the future, Buttercup." Blossom corrected me.
"I meant what I said." I smirked, earning a glare from Blossom. She sighed before pulling out an envelope and handed it to me.
"What's this?" I asked, opening it.
"The Brains of the Future also wanted to invite you to join us." Blossom said with a tight smile. I noticed something flashed across her eyes that: Jealousy.
Ever since the public discovered that I had a photographic memory, everyone knew that I could excel my sister's brain if I wanted to, making me the smartest powerpuff. Blossom knew this too.
"Tell them, 'no thanks' because I'm not going." I said casually, throwing the invitation over my shoulder.
"What?" Blossom gasped. "Why would you say no? It's an amazing opportunity; you might never get a chance to join again!"
"I don't care." I shrugged. "I can live a long happy life without joining some nerd club. I'll leave the nerdy stuff to you." She shot me another glare but I could see that she was that she was relieved.
"Hey Bubbles, why are you being so quiet today?" Blossom asked our youngest sister. Hey, she's right! Bubbles, who is usually the one to talk the most, is talking as much.
"Huh?" Bubbles said when we shocked her out of her thoughts. "Uh, no reason. Just don't have much to say."
"That's bull." I commented.
"Buttercup!" Blossom exclaimed. "Language!"
"Hey, at least I didn't say 'bullshit'."
"BUTTERCUP!"
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry." I held up my hands in defense. "Alright Bubs, tell big sis Buttercup what's wrong."
"Well," Bubbles started nervously as she bit her lip. "Have you ever wanted to do something so badly but it might disappoint the people you care about?"
"Hm," Blossom paused. "Buttercup, I believe this is your area of expertise."
"Hey!" I exclaimed, lightly slapping her arm. "Not funny, man. Anyway, I guess it really depends."
"Depends?" Bubbles repeated, looking as if I slapped her cross the face with a fish and killed her new puppy. "What do you mean?"
"Well, how should I explain this?" I wondered as I scratched the back of my head. "There are times when you have decisions to make and it might impact a lot more then you expect either in a good way or in a bad way. Overall, sometimes the people you love might not think it for the best because they're worried about you. However, it's your decision and you're going have to live with whatever you chose, so you should choose what you want to and hope everyone understands."
"Wow Buttercup, that's the most sensible answer I've ever heard you say." Blossom said as she applauds me.
"Thank you, thank you. You're just too kind." I said in a snobby accent and bowed.
"I think I know what I need to do." Bubbles declared.
"And what would that be?" Blossom asked before our bedroom door slammed opened. Yes, we still shared a room even though we're already eighteen but hey, we never moved and there weren't any spare rooms at our house.
"There are my beautiful little girls!" The professor said as he came in. even after many eyes of taking care of three super-powered little girls who nearly destroyed the world when they were going through puberty. That's a long story.
"Professor, we're not little girls anymore." I groaned. The professor still sees us as children despite the fact that we're already eighteen.
"Yes well, I just wanted to say that I'm so proud of your girls." I said with his voice full of pride. In the corner of my eye, I could see Bubble becoming nervous for a reason unknown at the time.
"Blossom is a scientist and is going to be part of a whole new world of science starting tomorrow." The Professor beamed. "And of course Bubbles and Buttercup are both going to Harvard to study medicine! I couldn't be so proud!"
Bubbles and I are going to Harvard and we're even going to share the same room! Mostly because someone who works there owes us a favor, so he agreed to fix the dorm list. While I'm going on a scholarship, the professor has to pay for Bubbles tuition. It's fine since he discovered a new atom a few years ago so now he's rich. Despite the fact he can now buy what he wanted without worries, he still won't sell the house and buy another one with more rooms.
"Professor, I need to talk to you." Bubbles said, as she played with her thumbs. "It's important."
"Alright sweetie but first, I have presents!" he said as he pulled three small boxes from behind his back.
"Sweet, whatcha get us?" I asked as I retrieved my present from the professor. Of course, the wrapping paper was in my respected color.
"Grammar, Buttercup." Blossom warned me as she received her pink covered present. The professor handed Bubbles her present. She took it silently. Why is she being so quiet? Something is wrong.
"Oh wow," Blossom gasped when she opened her present. She picked up a silver chain of a necklace. The necklace carried two charms. One shaped like a test tube and the other was a figure of a powerpuff with long hair. Opening mine, I also had two charms. A charm of a book and another one shaped like a powerpuff with short hair.
"I never understood why those animators made our eyes so big." I commented. While we saved the world, animators wanted to make a cartoon series and marketing toys representing the powerpuff girls to little kids.
"Because it was cool?" Bubbles guessed as she looked at her own powerpuff charm of herself on her necklace. She had the same book charm as I did,
"Thank you professor!" we thanked in unison as we gave him a hug. We all put on our new necklaces.
"You girls are going up so fast, that I thought it would be a good idea to give you something that would remind you of the things you experienced throughout your life." The professor explained.
"So the Powerpuff charms are from the days when we use to fight crime and the other one is where we stand now?" Blossom confirmed.
"Professor, I really need to talk to you." Bubbles said again. Before the professor could reply, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" I said as I ran towards the door and opened it. "Um, can I help you?" A tall woman in a business suit and sunglasses was standing at the door.
"Is this the Utonium household?" she cut to the chase. "I am here for Bubbles answer." Answer? What the heck is this sharply dressed woman talking about?
"Bubbles, it's for you." I called. Bubbles walked up to the door and motioned the women to come in inside. I eyed both of them suspiciously. The professor and Blossom did also.
"Bubbles, what's going on?" Blossom asked cautiously. Bubbles opened her mouth to explain and –
Ring, ring
Ring, ring
"Huh?" I groaned, lazily rubbing the side of my face to wake myself up. Aw man, I must have fallen asleep last night and didn't realize it.
Moreover, who could be calling me so early in the morning?
"Hello?" I mumbled into my cell phone still half-asleep.
"Buttercup, were you asleep? It's already three in the afternoon!" A male's voice said through the phone. My eyes were wide open when I recognized who it was.
"Professor!" I gasped and sat up straight. He's one of the few family members that I still keep in touch with after I left for college. "Pfft! No, I wasn't asleep! I was just – ah, you know, - ok I give up. Yeah I was, but it was my day off!"
"I know that, sweetie." The professor said, with a light chuckle. "I trust that you're going to be on your way to pick up Kevin, after all he is very excited to see his older sister again."
Yep, for all of you who didn't get the memo, I have a little brother! The professor and Ms. Bellum - ah, I mean mom - had a boy so that makes us related, I think. This whole 'created in a lab' situation sometimes gets us all confused because not even my sisters and I are technically even related to each other but overall we're still a family.
"Pick up Kevin?" I echoed.
"Of course," Professor answered. "Your mom and I were so relieved when you offered to let Kevin live with you for a couple of months while your mom and I have to take care of some business in Washington. Our flight is in half an hour so we have to leave now. Kevin is going to be waiting for you at home."
"Oh right!" I gasped. Oh crap, I totally forgot! I said that I'll more than happy to let my little brother stay with me a week ago, since we had four extra bed rooms.
" . . . Buttercup," the professor said in a warning tone. "Don't tell me you forgot!"
"No!" I said quickly, as I jammed my foot into my shoe with the phone sandwiched between the side of my head and shoulder. "Of course I didn't forget! I'm at a hotel in the outskirts of Townsville. I'm getting in my car now and heading over there."
I don't have time to change! Crap, Townsville is four states away. How am I going to get there in thirty - oh wait - duh! I have superpowers! Man, how I could I forget something so obvious?
*15 minutes later*
I stood in front of a big sign that read: 'Welcome to Townsville' in bold letters. When it comes to traveling through four states, flying solo is the way to go.
I have to stop here though. This town is familiar with powers caused by Chemical X already so if I get spotted using my powers, then it's goodbye freedom and hello flesh-eating reporters! Those people have been hunting me down for years trying to get an exclusive 'Powerpuff Girls: Where are they now?' story!
Shrugging of the image of flesh-eating reporters out of my mind, I made my way to my old house. Luckily, it isn't too far away.
Remembering my dream I had last night, I let out a heavy sigh. It wasn't a dream.
It was a memory.
Yep, the memory when Blossom left to her bright nerdy future and Bubbles also left the same day to follow her dream as a model. The woman at the door was from a big time modeling agency in New York who wanted to recruit Bubbles.
The professor was not happy and we even called mom from work so she knew what was going on. While our parents and Bubbles argued for what seemed for hours me and Blossom were in the background listening. (Well, technically we were listening through a closed door.)
Bubbles never rebilled before so when it got to intense, she almost cried. In the end, our parents finally understood that they couldn't look after her all the time and she would soon have to live on her own.
Therefore, we helped Bubbles pack and the next day both her and Blossom left to start their new independent lives.
I stayed behind.
"Hey you," A voice called out to me, breaking my train of thought. Looking behind me, I found that no one was there. What the heck?
"Down here," the voice replied. This time I look down, spotting a kid looking up at me and attempting to look cool. "Who the heck are you?"
"SpongeBob," I retorted sarcastically. I really don't like this kid's attitude. "And who, might I ask, are you?"
"Heh, you're not from around here are you." He said smugly, not answering my question. I could feel the vain throbbing on my forehead. 'Not from around here'? HA! I saved this town and the rest of the world since before you were born!
"I grew up here but left couple years ago for college," I explained, trying hard not to stay calm. "I'm just passing through."
"Whatever," he said, waving off my explanation. "Have you since a weird girl anywhere? She's three years old, has really short hair, freckles on her face and shoulders and she has a HUGE brown bow on top of her head."
"No," I replied. "Who is she? Your friend?"
"No, she's my sister." He said, pulling out a piece of paper. "If you find her, call this number." He handed me the paper and I saw that it had a phone number on it.
"Remember, she has a HUGE freakin' brown bow on her head. You can't miss her." He yelled over his shoulder as he ran off.
How old is that kid? Five? Six? Maybe even seven? He seems so much responsible and can communicate better than most kids I seen around his age. Well, maybe not that responsible since he just gave a total stranger his contact information.
I kept walking. Maybe I should have carried a car with me when I flew here. That way I could drive the rest of the way instead of walking. Moreover, Kevin would probably have some luggage with him. He is going to live with me for a couple of months.
"Wait for me Mr. Butterfly! I wanna borrow your pixie dust!" A yell come from above me. I looked up to see toddler chasing a butterfly and walking on a telephone wire!
"What the," I exclaimed. There is a girl, probably three years old, walking on a telephone wire! Oh god, I hope she doesn't-
"Ahhhhh!"
Fall.
Before I could register a thought, my body moved. With a familiar sonic zoom sound, I flew in and caught the girl before she hit the ground.
"Gotcha!" I said with relief. I guess old superhero saving habits is hard to get rid of, but honestly, it's not exactly a bad thing. The girl didn't get hurt.
"Wow!" The girl in my arm said in complete awe. Looking down, she was a cute little kid. With her freckles going across her nose and dusted on her shoulders. However, the first thing I noticed was the GRAINT brown bow on her head. Seriously, the bow is bigger than her head.
"Hey lady, are you an alien?" She asked randomly.
"What? Do I look alien to you? Anyway, your brother is looking for you so you should go home."
"Oh no! Da road is slitting! Da road is splitting!" She said in her mispronounce little kid speech before jumping out of my arms and pulling a roll of duct tape from under her sundress.
"I'll fix it!" She said and ran into the middle of the streets, taping the creak in the middle of the streets as if it would close it.
She had a roll of duct tape under her dress the whole time? What a strange little – wait. . .
"HEY KID, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO PLAY IN THE STREETS! YOU COULD GET-"
Beep, beep
A truck was speed down the road heading towards the oblivious child.
"Ran over!" I finished my sentence and charged towards her. Luckily, I picked her up and ran to the other side of the road before the truck could hit her.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING ASSHOLE!" I yelled after the still speeding truck.
"Yeah asshole!" the toddler echoed after me. Oops.
"Um, kid –"
"My name is Amanda!" She pouted.
"Ok, Amanda. You can't say 'asshole'." I tried to reason with her since is don't want angry parents after me for saying bad words in front of their kid.
"But you said It." she pointed out. "And my teacher, the clown at McDonalds, and Jimmy said it too when I took his juice at snack time."
"Just don't say it ok?"
"ok." She agreed with a pout.
"Good, now sit here while I call your house so someone can come pick you up." I pulled out my phone to call the number that kid gave me.
"You don't taste like chicken." I heard Amanda say. I looked up from my phone and saw that she was holding a pigeon in her hands . . . and she was licking it.
"You can't lick a pigeon!" I yelled!
"Can I lick my shoe?"
"No."
"Can I lick a zebra?"
"No."
"Hello?" A respond came from my phone. "Who is this?"
"Oh hi, I found a toddler here and –"
"Amanda?" An excited voice exclaimed. Hey, this voice sounds familiar. Isn't that kid I met earlier?
"Can I lick an alien?"
"No."
"It isn't Amanda?" The kid said through the phone, sounding disappointed.
"No, it is Amanda!" I replied quickly. "At least, that's what she said her name is. She has red hair, freckles and she's wearing brown bow on top of her head.
"That's her!" He exclaimed. "Where is she?"
"We're at a neighborhood park near-"
"I think I know where you are! Stay there and make sure she doesn't go anywhere!" Before I could respond, he hanged up.
"Ok Amanda, your brother is – where did you go?" I looked around but she wasn't there. "Amanda?"
"I'm sexy and I know it!" She sang from the top of the slide while dancing gangnam style.
. . . I have no words for how strange she is.
*some time later*
"Can I lick the moon?"
"No."
"Can I lick a dog?"
"No."
"Can I lick a monkey?"
"No."
"Can I lick a weanie?"
". . . When you're older."
Where is that kid!? I thought he would have been here by now!
"Amanda!" A kid yelled as he ran towards us. Sure enough, it was the same kid I met earlier gave me the number.
"Ricky!" Amanda exclaimed with joy as she climbed off my lap and ran towards her brother. Amanda, being the strange girl she is, tackled her brother into a bear hug and is currently biting his cheek.
"She's biting your cheek." I pointed out to 'Ricky', as I heard Amanda call him, when I helped him up. Amanda had her arms and legs wrapped around Ricky so he had trouble keeping his balance as he got up.
"She does that a lot." He said causally. "Thanks for helping me found my sister."
"You're welcome." Is he being polite?
"I will be going now, my mom is freaking out because she doesn't know where Amanda was and is taking it out on my dad." He explained, acting as if the three-year-old doesn't bother him as she chews on his right cheek.
"Um, ok. Just don't lose her again." I warned. He nodded and walked away. Amanda stopped biting his cheek.
"Bye, bye lady! Let's play again later!" She called and resumed biting her brother's cheek.
"Weird kids." I commented when they were gone. I sighed and looked at the time on my watch. It read '5:23'.
Oh, crap . . .
"Kevin!"
And she finally realized that she needed to pick up her little brother two hours ago. LAST CHANCE TO VOTE! SHOULD BUTCH KEEP HIS ARM OR NOT!? I'm wondering how many people noticed something I placed here in this chapter. Don't forget to comment and review!