-Unexpected Twists-

Blossom's POV

"How's Brick?" I asked the nurse from before. She bit her lower lip. Uh oh. Never a good sign.

"I'm sorry, Miss Utonium. We did everything we could. We.. we just couldn't save him." W-what?

"I'm just kidding! He's fine! Actually, he's in the other room, resting." Again, w-what?

"Well, I'll be leaving. And you rest, okay? Or else I'll pull more stunts like that and probably end up killing your sister." She cheekily smiled at me. Next time I check in at this hospital, I'll make sure to get a nurse that's not so much of a psycho.

Brick's POV

"B-Blossom!?" I panted. Couldn't they have given me a wheelchair or something?! Walking with a condition like this should be illegal.

"BRICK?! Are trying to kill yourself? Go back to-"

"Later. (wheeze) Where's (gasp) Butch? (cough)"I need mouth-to-mouth, Blossom! Help me!

"He went to help Buttercup out with Mitch." She knew about Mitch? "You should really go back to your-"

"You mean, (cough) you (gasp) knew?" I think I tasted blood.

"That you sound like you have Bronchitis right now? Kinda obvious." That she had the nerve to even tell a joke at a time like this seemed highly inappropriate. I sent a piercing glare towards her.

"Yeah, I knew about the whole Mitch thing. I saw him that night." Her tone filled with depression. So he went to Mitch? But Mitch wants him dead! And more good news is - I can't breath!!

"B-blossom! (wheeze) Mitch is (gasp) (cough) gonna-"

"Mr. Jojo! What on earth are you doing out of your bed?!" Damn. So close.

"Wait! (wheeze) (gasp) (wheeze)" Great timing, doc. Although, a few minutes ago would've been better.

"I need nurses, stat!" Ugh. I feel dizzy. I think I'm gonna puke or something.

"Brick!" I heard Blossom cried out before I blacked out.

Butch's POV (Moments earlier..)

"You SON OF A BITCH!" I flew towards Mitch, ready to throw a powerful punch. I can't believe he actually SLAPPED her!

BANG!

"Butch!" Buttercup cried.

"Shit!" A grueling pain shot up my right arm.My left hand instinctively went up to my bleeding right arm. Good thing I'm a leftie.

"Oh come on, dude! You think I wouldn't practice my aiming when I go against the Rowdyruff Girls and these Powerpuff losers? I'm not that-"

Suddenly, Buttercup sent a gut-wrenching blow to the his spine. He dropped the gun and fell to his knees, hissing in pain. I think she just dumped you, dude.

"You asshole! I can't believe you shot somebody!" She spat. "I hope it's obvious that we're through." Told ya.

"You alright?" She hovered towards me, gently touching my bloody arm.

"Considering I just got shot, I'm pretty good." I winced in pain.

"You just got shot and you still manage to be sarcastic. What a turn on." She said sarcastically back. Suddenly, in the blurred background, I could faintly see Mitch creeping slowly towards.. something. Oh, shit. The gun!

I pushed BC to the side. I tried to get to Mitch before he could get to the gun. Too late. He grabbed it, pointed it to me and pulled the trigger.

You know how people say your life flashes before your eyes before you die? Well, they were right. Right before that damn bullet could reach me, in that split second, I saw Buttercup. (A/N: Agh! Cheesy, I know.) I tried to memorize her face. Even in utter shock and fear, she still manages to look cute. Her beautiful emerald eyes were welling up with tears now.

What's good about guns is that when you get shot, you don't feel a thing. Sigh. Well, at least I spent a day with her. Today, I die a happy man.

Buttercup's POV

Oh my God.

"Butch?" I could feel hot tears sting my eyes. I crawled to him, leaning down to see if he was still awake. Or alive.

"Butch?" I called again. Still no answer. I began to sob, thinking the worst. He's alive. I know he's still alive. I gripped his wrist, looking for a pulse. None. My tears fell down my cheek. I positioned my ear against his chest. No heartbeat. I shut my eyes, letting the tears fully stream down my face.

"Damn it, Butch!" I softly banged against his chest, quietly sobbing. God gave me one day with the right guy but tons of days with the wrong one.

God didn't do that. You did.

Hey, conscience. He's dead.

I'm sorry.

I loved him, you know.

I do. Don't worry. God will take care of him.

I know.

Sigh. Figures. My life is the blueprint for disaster. You know what, this is all Mitch's fault! I quickly turned my head to the where Mitch laid.

"You did this." I uttered darkly, slowly making my way to him. He backed away, still laying on the grass. He looked scared. I took pleasure at his expression.

"N-now, B-Buttercup. Let's n-not be h-hasty." He's gonna die. Just like Butch died.

"I'm sorry!" He blurted out. I grabbed his shirt collar and lifted him up from the ground.

"Did 'sorry' bring him back?" I asked threateningly. He looked like he was about to cry. He was hesitant to answer.

"N-no." He flinched, ready for a blow. Good thing, too. I gathered all the strength I could muster and sent an intense punch to his face. It hurt my hand. But it was so worth it. I noticed my knuckles were stained with blood. I broke his nose. He deserved it. Wait, no. He deserves much worse. I walked over and sent a kick to his stomach. Feels so good. But not good enough.

Suddenly, realizing something, I smiled wickedly.

Mitch's POV

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"You killed him. I'm just returning the favor."

BANG!

-THE END-