AN; I'm sorry, but this has been killing me! The beginning of this chapter shall seem a bit random, and will seem to have no place in this twisted tale at all, but... It does! And if you do not wish to know the secret of Boomer's sexuality, then feel free to ignore Butch's P.O.V. and move onto the next one!

Butch's P.O.V.

"You suck." Boomer announced, throwing his remote on the ground and looking at me with a teasing light in his eyes.

"Hmmm." I mumbled, "Last I remember, you were the one doing the sucking."

He laughed easily and I grinned.

Boomer had lost the ability to be embarrassed after he had turned six.

"Well, you still haven't returned the favor." Boomer sighed, laying his head on my lap, "Down on your knees, Butchy Boy."

I snorted, "I didn't even finish last time. You could hardly call your half assed blow job a favor."

He narrowed his eyes, "I don't do anything half way. We got interrupted by the skanky puff."

I ducked my head, the tips of my ears turning pink, "Let's not talk about that."

Last week, Butterface had walked in on me and Boomer in the alley behind the school.

She had called us sick bastards and had thrown up right then and there before running back inside.

"Don't let her get to you." Boomer whispered, sitting up and kissing my neck, "She doesn't have any room to call someone sick."

I pushed him away and sneered, "But she was right."

He laughed, going right back to my side and biting lightly on my earlobe, "Like you believe that."

I moaned lightly as his hand traveled down to my pants-

The moment was put to a stop by my cell phone going off.

"Fuck." I hissed before answering it, to the great displeasure of Boomer.

"Jojo Abortion Clinic, you rape 'em, we scrape 'em. How can I help you?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound normal.

'Ass.' Boomer mouthed and I hit him with a pillow.

"Die!" He requested and hit me right back.

I was getting ready to retaliate when the caller responded, "It's Brick... I need you and Boomer to help me out."

Boomer and I both froze before smirking at each other.

"Oh?" I asked, still smirking, "And how may we assist you, oh needy brother of ours?"

I could just picture the harassed look on his face, "Just bring the car downtown to that Ice Cream shop Boomer loves so much."

"Super Sundae!" Boomer practically shrieked before running to get his shoes on.

"I don't know-" I began sighing dramatically before Boomer glared at me.

"If you keep playing around, no sex for a week!" He growled quietly and I clenched my jaw.

"Fine! See you in a few."

He hung up and I gave Boomer a look.

He grinned before rushing me out the door, "Don't joke around with Super Sundaes."

Bubbles P.O.V.

I had just given up searching for my purse when a sleek black convertible pulled up, a grinning Butch and Boomer in the front seats.

"Get in loser!" Boomer called out to Brick, "We're going shopping!" (AN; Lol, Mean Girls)

I pursed my lips as I walked out of the alley and up to Brick, "You called them?"

"Believe me," Brick sighed, "I'm not thrilled either."

"Oooh, who's the whore?" Butch asked conversationally as he raced down the street.

I gaped, "Excuse me?!"

"Shut the fuck up, man." Brick snarled, letting me into the back seat, "It's Bubbles."

"Bubbles? Like, Ditzy Bubbles?" Boomer asked, choking on a laugh.

I was tired, broke, and grumpy. And I was not in the mood for these two!

I smacked his arm, "At least I'm not a Justin Bieber impersonator."

Brick bit down on his knuckle, smiling widely.

"Hater!" Boomer cried as he threw the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically, "The Ditz has hated on the hair!"

"That's odd." Butch said, a curious lilt to his tone, "Who pissed in your cheerios, Ditz?"

Ditz. I was beginning to hate that word.

"Ace." I hissed, glaring at my scarred palm.

Boomer slapped his ear a few times, "I'm sorry, I must of misheard you. Has the good girl been running with villains?"

Before I could answer, Butch butted in.

"She is here with Brick."

"Why are you here with Brick?" They asked, creepily in unison.

"We were getting some ice cream." I answered.

They gasped and I had a feeling I should of just kept my mouth shut.

"A date!" Boomer almost squeaked, clapping.

"Brick's got a girlfriend?!" Butch inquired with disbelief.

"No!" I flushed, Brick starting to chuckle in the back ground, "We went- As friends! We're not... Together."

Butch reached back and patted Brick's shoulder, "Freindzoned. I feel for you, man."

I put my head in my hands, my whole body feeling too hot, yet too cold from the embarrassment.

"Shut up." Brick monotoned, "This is why I never go out in public with you two."

Butch snorted, "Sure that's why."

"Your so antisocial that Brick is the new slang for being antisocial." Boomer laughed.

"He's not antisocial." I argued, "He came down here with me."

"Cause he's in looove!" Boomer giggled.

Brick didn't flinch, "You are so immature-"

Boomer cut him off by starting to sing.

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la! My, oh, my! Look at the boy too shy! He ain't gonna kiss the girl! Sha-la-la-la-la-la! Ain't that sad! Ain't it shame, too bad! You gonna miss the girl-!"

"Shut up." Brick hissed venomously, "Before I break both of your legs and leave you on the side of the road to rot."

And here I was thinking all brothers got along with each other...

Brick's P.O.V.

We dropped an exhausted looking Bubbles off at her house and I told the psychotic duo to drop me off at the bridge to Citysville.

"Are you gonna need us to pick you back up, since your suddenly too cool to fly home?" Butch questioned, sounding more irritable than I expected.

Of course, they would start suspecting something if I kept bugging 'em for rides.

"I'll be fine." I said gruffly and got out of the car.

I speed walked over the huge bridge separating Townsville and Citysville and wondered what exactly had possessed me to want to come here.

He was so scary.

I clenched my hands into fists and took a few shallow breaths. What the fuck could've scared her so badly?

I found myself in the city before I knew it, still trembling with rage.

"Hey, hottie. Lookin' for a good time?" A sultry voice asked and I turned toward the source.

A bleached haired twig of a girl, all sickly angles and make up waved at me, in a skin tight, black dress that barely covered her ass.

My lip twitched, "Maybe I am."

Her hazel eyes widened and she grinned, the thought of making a sale exciting the whore.

"Then what're we standing around here for?" She laughed lightly and without humor, "Normally its fifty for the full package, but... You're sexy. Forty bucks."

"Sure." I said, knowing that my wallet was in the hands of a thief, "Let's go back here."

I pulled her towards an alley that hid us away from the view of late night traffic.

"Classy." She snorted and leaned up against the wall.

I closed in on her, "You know what they say, the classier the girl, the classier the room. This seems fitting for you."

She stiffened up, but before she could reply, I wrapped both of my hands around her throat and squeezed.

She paled and looked up at me helplessly. There was no surprise in her eyes, but there was fear.

He was so scary.

I gulped, a twinge of guilt stabbing through me.

I was about to let my guilt win and let her go... Until she stabbed me in the ribs.

I didn't let go at first. I was so sure that her pathetic little knife wouldn't be able to do much damage to a super villain like me.

And then my grip slipped and I doubled over, rushing to rip the weapon out.

The girl started up a horrible coughing fit, gasping for breath and then began to stumble and run down the alley.

Don't let her get away!

I threw the knife at her and was satisfied when I saw it puncture her back, causing her to fall to the concrete.

"HELP!" She screamed when I shuffled up to her and grabbed her ankle.

Without taking as much time as I would of liked, I ran the blade across her jugular, smiling as her blood splattered the ground.

The bliss was short lived this time, extinguished by my bleeding torso.

I needed help, but I needed to get rid of the slut first.

I looked around the alley and saw a green trash can that was big enough to hold ten bodies, never mind one.

With a great amount of effort, I threw her in and hobbled down to the side walk.

I then pulled out my phone and dialed her number.

"What?" A snobbish voice snapped from the other hand and I swallowed my pride before responding.

"Princess... It's Brick... I need you to help me out."

She scoffed, "And why would I want to do that?"

I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose for a minute before nearly choking on the next sentence that flew out of my mouth.

"If you do... I'll pose for that damn Playgirl Catalog."

She squealed in excitement, "Okay! I'll come to Citysville and pick you up!"

I hung up, not asking how she knew where I was. I couldn't bring myself to care.

I couldn't think of anything other than how pathetic I had been tonight. How many favors I'd asked for... How many times my pride had walked out the door... This whole night I had been... Living without any powers.

I fucking hated being Powerless.

AN; The hooker's name was Cookie. Not that anyone cares, but... Anyone else lovin' the brotherly love? :3 I know I am~! Review!