A/N: I is back with more!

Some of you may be wondering what exactly happened in the last chapter because it all happened so fast. Well, too bad, you ain't findin' out. Sucks for you. But don't worry. I still love you all.

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Buttercup froze. Her gaze flickered from Butch, who now lay crumpled on the ground, to Him. She wasn't sure what to do first.

Before she could decide, a red haze altered her vision. She could no longer remember her name, who she was. All she knew was that she was furious to the point of absolute destruction of anything standing in her way. A tremor shook her body and, with a loud battle cry, she lunged forward.

Laser beams shot out of her eyes, taking Him by surprise. Then she punched and kicked at him, but he managed to dodge everything. She spun in a wide circle at superspeed until she formed a twister and knocked him off his feet.

As she continued fighting, she heard three voices shout "No!" The sound was pained, almost tortured. Five other people joined in the fight. Suddenly, she heard a voice sternly say, "Buttercup." She ignored it and kept fighting. The voice spoke again. "Buttercup." She pretended to be completely oblivious to it. "Buttercup!" Against her will, her arms were pushed down to her sides.

She looked up to see who was hindering her. It was none other than Brick. Then she remembered: She was Buttercup. She loved Butch, and Him had hurt him. She tried to move forward again, but Brick held her in place. "Buttercup," he said, his voice full of an authority he'd never used with her. "Go take care of Butch," he ordered. "We can handle things here." Buttercup nodded shakily. Brick released her and she slowly backed away, watching as her sisters, Butch's brothers, and a certain green monkey fought Him with a personal, passionate hate.

Buttercup ran over to where Butch was broken and nearly lifeless on the floor. She knelt next to him, trying to remember what Mr. Rolling had said in Health class. Oh, yeah! First she had to check his pulse. She gingerly placed two fingers on the inside of Butch's right wrist. She felt a faint pressure in repeated patterns, so his blood was still pumping, if weakly. Then, she placed her hands on his stomach. He was still breathing, though it was ragged and shallow. She bent down and pressed the side of her head against his chest; his heart was still beating, though very, very faintly. Oh, God, she thought, panicked.

She carefully inspected his wound. It was very deep and he'd lost a lot of blood. There was no way he'd make it. She gently touched the gash and closed her eyes, holding back tears. Dear God, not Butch. Not Butch.

Suddenly, her hand grew warm. Warmer than it normally was, and usually it was warmer than the average humanoid because of her superpowers. It was too warm. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her hand was glowing a piercing jade green, and so was Butch's wound. Her big eyes widened as the wound closed. It seemed as if there had never been a wound in the first place. Sure, there was still a large hole in his green T-shirt and the shirt was still bloodstained, but underneath that, there was nothing there. It was like a miracle. But Buttercup knew what it really was--it was her special power, revealing itself at last.

"Oh my God," she whispered, almost frantically. Without giving any warning to herself or to him, she bent down and pressed her lips against his. She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks and she pulled away. On Butch's inhumanly handsome, pale face was the trademark, cocky smirk Buttercup loved so much.

His emerald gaze shifted to the left and his face contorted into a menacing glare. With some difficulty and Buttercup's help, he stood to face the one creature who had dared to try and kill him and actually expect to live.

Butch twitched and he laughed the way he did when he was half-crazed with either anger or excitement.

Brick, Blossom, Boomer, Bubbles, and Mojo Jojo all turned from Him. They seemed almost ready to faint from shock at the sound of Butch's voice. But now was not the time for a happy celebration. Him had to be vanquished once and for all.

Buttercup cautiously approached Mojo. "We'll handle him," she told him. "You don't have to hang around here any more. You can go."

Mojo looked at the battered, exhausted Him and smiled gratefully. "Thank you." He backed up a little before running as fast as his chimpanzee legs could carry him.

Buttercup grinned demonically. Even Him flinched. "Now, where were we?"


The Mayor glanced out the window at the darkened sky. He knew he was at Townsville Hall much later than usual, but he didn't want to go home until he recieved confirmation that the Powerpuff Girls and the Rowdyruff Boys were all safe. It had been one, two...seven hours since he'd called Blossom. Now he just had to wait.

In that instant it felt like the shroud of invisible darkness that had covered Townsville for so long was finally lifted. Like evil had left it alone for good.

The Mayor smiled--the first genuine smile that had crossed his face in a very long time.


The Professor waited anxiously in the living room for the girls to return from their rescue mission. Hopefully, they had succeeded. And if not....Well, he wouldn't know what to do with himself if that happened.

The hotline buzzed. The Professor picked it up. "Hello?"

"John!" It was the Mayor.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Mayor? Just call me Professor."

"Sorry, Professor." His tone was sheepish, immediately reminding the Professor of when Bubbles was only five and had unintentionally done something she was not supposed to do.

"Well, what is it?" The Professor's worry was making him cross.

The Mayor hesitated. "Is it just me, or does it feel like some sort of blanket, or shroud, or whatever you want to call it....Well, doesn't it feel like one of those has been lifted from Townsville?"

Now that the Professor thought about it, it did seem that way. Like he could finally breathe deeply and purely for the first time. "Yeah. Yeah, it does."

The Professor could practically hear the grin in the Mayor's voice. "I think they succeeded."

Filled with hope, the Professor replied, "I think so, too."


And there you have it. But mind you, people, this is not the end. This is only the most descriptive chapter I've ever written. Ever.

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