I'm back baby! And I know I always make this promise, but this time I intend to keep it! I'm going to keep updating this summer because honestly, I've been writing this for literally years now and I'm not even close to halfway done. So read and review, please. Old readers, glad you're sticking by me. New readers, welcome aboard! BTW, if I haven't mentioned already, forget the ages. All the girls are all the same age, and so are the guys so is pretty much everyone. You can choose their grade if you so desire.

-BC'S POV-

I spent the past few hours trying to stop myself from falling asleep, and failing miserably. The Gangreen gang's shabby hut didn't help either. It's so poorly built that the cold from outside could be felt through my layers of (hopefully not soiled) blankets. And the stench from outside…

It's almost bad enough to make even me cringe.

Clang.

I heard laughter from outside Ace's room. I had no idea how long I've been stuck here, or what had happened . Come on Buttercup, I urged myself. Move. You need to leave. Feeling very Kill Bill, I started to slowly make my way off the bed. It was taking to long for my patience, or lack of, but I couldn't move any faster because every part of me was aching, especially my godforsaken arm. Carefully, I put some pressure on it, just so I could climb off…

"Ah!" I yelped before tumbling to the ground. With my good hand, I quickly covered my mouth, like it would help any. The fear of getting caught made me temporarily forget the lessening pain in my elbow. To my surprise, it still hurt, but a whole lot less. I smiled, thinking that I'm finally going to get better. I was so hopeful, in fact, that I didn't hear Grubber walk in.

"Pbbbbst! Pbb-pbbst." Grubber, instead of reporting back to Ace like I thought he would, placed something on the floor and ran up to help me. "Pbbst." He said, lifting me up back to bed.

I grunted in response, not bothering to thank him because the last thing I wanted was to be put back in that stupid bed. Grubber covered me up and went back to the door . Again, I thought he was going to tell Ace that I was trying to escape. Again, thankfully, I was wrong. All he did was bring me back a plate of soup - must've been what he left by the door when he came back to help me. The soup itself was nothing fancy, just soup inside a brown, chipped bowl that I hope was cleaned before they gave it to me.

"Pbbst," Grubber grabbed the spoon and put it to my face.

"No thanks, not hungry," I muttered, lifting my gaze towards the the cracks in the ceilings.

Grubber's already narrow eyes squinted further and he forced the spoon to my face. It crashed into my cheek and the soup fell off, landing on my forearm with a loud hiss.

"Ow! What the hell Grubber!" I tried rubbing off what was left on the soup, but it too hot and it burned my fingers too. "Fuck…". The soup hurt more than I thought I would.

Grubber, on the other hand, wasn't bothered by my pain and tried shoving the spoon in my mouth again.

Realizing he wasn't going to stop, I swiped it out of his hand. "I can feed myself." A part of me refused to even bring the soup to my mouth, but right now I'm weak, Grubber won't leave me alone, and I can't remember the last time I ate anything. So I swallowed my pride, and followed suit with the soup.

It burned my throat, and it tasted bitter. At this point I couldn't tell if it was too hot or spiked with some strong alcohol. I doubt it's spiked. Aside from the fact that Ace would be a complete dumbass to try to spike me, the soup tasted familiar. I've never been drugged before, so it can't be spiked, right?

"Pbbst!" Grubber pointed at the bowl, guess he expects me to finish it. I glared, hating not being able to do anything as I filled the spoon with more soup.

-BUBBLES'S POV-

Princess couldn't make lunch today. She had something else to do, it looked like it worried her. Robin can't join me either…

"You said you wanted to go to the movies on Friday?" I asked Robin as we walked down the hallway to lunch.

"Yes! You're new in town, so I wanted to be the one to show you around all the fun hang out...OH MY GOSH"

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing big, I just forgot I have lunch detention with Mrs. Jordan. Sorry Bella."

"Don't worry about it. I'll see you later Robin."

I actually don't mind not eating lunch with them. I've learned, for better or for worse, to enjoy some quiet time every once in awhile. I haven't had much since I've befriended Princess, who everyday continues to surprise me with her random acts of kindness. There is one room I've been meaning to visit since my enrollment. Maybe now that I'm alone, I'll finally get that chance.

-PRINCESS'S POV-

I used to be a villain of Townsville. I was bratty, greedy, manipulative, you name it. When I came here, I came to start a new life so that everyone could love me, and this time, really love me like the citizens of Townsville loved the Powerpuff Girls. It wasn't easy to change with my reputation. People didn't trust me at first, but over the years I think people here in CityVille have seen the good in me.

As they did with the Rowdyruff boys. Brick, who I've always thought was cute but so not my type, and his brothers moved here some time after I did. Something had happened or something, I've tried *very* hard not to be too nosy, and they came here alone. All three of them finished eighth grade with me, but I've only seen Brick and Boomer here. I think Butch went off to another school to make up for failing classes. Either way, they're all around nice guys. At least, I think so.

I just hope my big mouth doesn't ruin anything.

"The new girl, she really is Bubbles?" Brick asked me.

"Yeah, she is." I whispered back. There were hardly any people around, and the ones who were here were lost in their own worlds. Still, I was feeling a little nervous someone might overhear us.

"But, she didn't tell you why she left."

"No Brick, and I don't plan on forcing her. I'm not the same girl I used to be, remember?"

"Has she mentioned her sisters at all? Like, Buttercup, or Blossom?" Brick voice lowered a bit, probably because a few kids were passing by some feet away.

"Nothing. All I know is that no one here can know who she is, no one back in Townsville can know she's here and we have to keep our mouths shut."

Brick grimaced, his face caught in seriousness and something else. Anger? Fear? "Listen to me Princess."

"Oh were you talking?" I snapped out of my self-conversation.

"Look, there were some things that happened back in Townsville, things that caused my brothers and I to move here. I think that we shouldn't let Boomer see Bubbles. It might create a bigger mess."

"Why? What happened?" I asked, sounding much like my old self.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh come on!" I frowned. "I told you stuff! Just give me something."

"You're still stubborn and annoying, did you know that." Brick glowered. Before I had a chance to even pout, he shrugged me off and walked away. My face started heating up, it's one thing to be a private person and it's another to keep secrets that might hurt others, especially friends of mine. Definitely feeling like my old self again, I started forming a plan in my head.

-BC'S POV-

Once Grubber left the room, I hurled all the soup I bring myself to quietly puke. It burned coming out just as much as it did going in. Afterwards, my whole throat felt raw and scorched. I was tired of the bed, and tired of laying around. Not giving two shits about my arm anymore, I jumped off the bed, much faster and a lot wobblier than the last time. There was an old, filthy mirror by the corner of the room. I looked at myself for the first time since my fight with Blossom. I looked just like I felt, maybe even worse. There were bruises all around my legs, many cuts and scrapes of various lengths all around my back and face, a little on my arms too. I don't know how long it's been since that night, but I figure I should've healed by now, even with the impaired healing from my first accident. Or, was I not out cold for more than a few hours? Did I look worse than this?

"You's really shouldn't be up right now," that slimy voice slurred.

I turned around abruptly, suddenly becoming very aware of what I was wearing. My shirt, only completely ripped from the back and my black bra was visible, and I was wearing worn-out cotton shorts that stopped about mid-thigh. Shorts, I noticed, that did not belong to me.

"Relax Buddacup," Ace smirked, bottle in his hand, and closed the door behind me. He kept his distance. "Nothing happened if that's what you's worried about. Lil' Arturo just thought you might be more comfortable in something other than those shredded dirty pants." He took a swig and moved to the other end of the room, still far from me. He looked as though he was inspecting the bare wooden walls. I continued to glare back at him.

"I would've been more comfortable in my own clothes."

Ace swallowed. "Nothing happened take my word for it," he smirked again. "It's no fun when the girl isn't awake."

My face turned bright red and I wanted to yell at him, or choke him. Or both. But I didn't move, and I didn't say anything. My stupid head, starting pounding and my legs started shaking again. Before I knew it, they gave out and I was on the floor.

Ace turned around and snorted, amused by seeing me so weak I bet. He started walking towards me.

"Don't even think about it." I spoke through clenched teeth.

His eyes narrowed. "Oh, I'm sorry. Can the big girl get up all by herself?"

Out of pure spite, I lifted myself inches off the ground before immediately falling back down.

"I didn't think so," Ace laughed. He screwed the cap back on the bottle and put in his pocket. Then he bent down and heaved me up, his foul breath filling my nostrils. I didn't want to look at him, so my eyes followed the bottle instead. In the other vest pocket, the was a pink slip. My hand started reaching for it when Ace rolled me onto the bed.

"Can't walk, can't stand," he said. "What are we going to do with you?" Ace opened his bottle again, heading towards the door. "Well we're going to do something with you," he turned back and winked, still drunk as fuck. "Once you feels all better, you're going to help us."

In your fucking dreams I thought. But my eyes glazed over and all went black, again.

-BUBBLES'S POV-

The piano had just as much grandeur as it did the first time I saw it. I can't believe that I didn't try coming back sooner.

My footsteps echoed as I walked closer to the center of the large, almost empty white room. Everything was enchanting, the chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, that large pane windows letting the sunlight in, and the elegant assortment of all the instruments, all centered on the ebony grand piano. I placed my bag on the floor by it, and pressed a few keys. Just four random notes, going up and down. It reminded me of a little song, and I started humming. I let the piano ring in the silence, when I felt wind in the background. Wind?

"Bubbles?"I turned around to come face-to-face with the boy who had caught me here last time. "It's you, it's really you."

He tried taking my hand, but I whipped it away. "Who are you?" I asked.

"You don't remember me? Bubbles, it's me. It's Boomer."

"Boomer?" I couldn't believe my eyes. "You, you remember me?"

He smiled, "Some people are too hard to forget."

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