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(NORMAL POV)
"W-What?" Butch asked.
"UH GUYS…DON'T MEAN TO RUIN THE TENSION BUT WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" Boomer yelled.
Bubbles flew up and crashed into the roof, followed by Blossom, then Boomer.
Butch grabbed Buttercup and flew through the hole in the roof with her in his arms.
"Señor," a guard said into the walkie-talkie, "Se escaparon ..." ("Sir, they escaped…")
"¿Sabes a dónde van?" ("Do you know where they are going?")
"No, no, pero vamos a encontrar a alguien en la multitud, que comprende Inglés y les vamos a pedir lo que los fugitivos, dijo." ("No I don't, but we'll find someone in the crowd who speaks English so we'll know what the fugitives said.")
{1 Hour Later. London, England…Construction Shop}
"Buttercup, how long have you been pregnant?" Bubbles asked.
"The morning I woke up in Butch's bed…about 4 or 5 days ago…" Buttercup said.
"So let me get this straight: you're pregnant with my child?" Butch demanded.
Buttercup nodded. "Yes Butch…for the 36th time I've told you…"
Butch shrugged. "Well it's your fault," he said with a smirk.
Buttercup stood up. "Oh really? You're the one who made it!"
Butch stuck his fingers in his ears. "La la la la la la la…"
"Whatever you ass-bag!" Buttercup snapped.
Butch smiled. "What? Just teasing you…"
Boomer sighed. "Um, Buttercup…Butch…we have to move on…"
They both looked at him. "We know; give us a minute."
The two greens went back to arguing.
Bubbles sighed. "Just give 'em a moment, Boomer," she said, taking his hand.
The arguing ended up with Buttercup and Butch kissing roughly.
"I love you…I can't stay mad…"
"Same here…."
"DUDES!" Blossom yelled. "Can we cut it with the mushy gushy crap and move on…I mean I'm glad you're happy but the rest of us are kinda worried…"
"Fine let's go…we'll take the back exit to this place…" Butch said.
Bubbles stood in place. "You guys on ahead; I'll catch up."
Buttercup and Boomer gave her questioning looks before walking off with Butch and Blossom.
"I wonder what that was about," Buttercup whispered.
Boomer nodded. "Yeah…"
Butch and Blossom stopped walking as they approached the gate that led outside.
"Well if we just go on out there we'll go and meet Brick—" Blossom began to say but was cut off by Buttercup.
"Eh!" Buttercup grunted slightly with her eyes closed.
"What? What is it…?" Butch asked.
"HIM…he's trying to send me a message…" Buttercup said.
"What?" Boomer asked.
"He's trying to tell me something…I don't what…but…"
Buttercup looked down at her feet and saw a nail. A simple gray drilling nail.
A nail…nail…nail…
Buttercup looked up, turned her head to the right and saw a sign that said "No Weapons Allowed"—a picture of a gun crossed out.
Gun…gun...gun…nail…nail…nail-gun….
"Nail-gun…" Buttercup whispered.
"Nail-gun?" Boomer repeated.
Buttercup then looked at Butch and saw what he was standing under: crates of wood on a shelf.
"Are you trying to say that…?" Butch began to say.
Buttercup nodded. "HIM's trying to kill us."
Blossom crossed her arms. "What?"
"But he's…warning us first…."
"Really?" Butch said, not believing a word of it.
Buttercup nodded. "Well yeah…why? What's your theory of it?"
Butch smirked. "Anybody believing this? Any takers? Didn't think so…"
Buttercup looked at saw that the crates above Butch were getting ready to fall.
"BUTCH LOOK OUT!" Buttercup screamed.
Butch looked up, but before the crates could hit him there was a flash of blue; Boomer pushed him out of the way.
The crates smashed onto the floor and wood went flying everywhere.
"Look out!" Boomer yelled as a plank of wood soared past his head.
Buttercup got down on her knees and covered her head with her hands.
Blossom, however, was having a hard time dodging the wood.
Suddenly, a 3 foot piece of driftwood hit Blossom on the neck.
"WOAH!" she screamed as she fell on her butt and slid across the floor.
Her back smashed against a box and on top of that box was a nail-gun.
Blossom's hair was tangled in the gun and she struggled to get free.
The nail-gun went off.
Pop! Pop! Click! Pop! Click!
Nails went into Blossom's head and the sharp ends poked out of her face.
Blood oozed from Blossom's mouth, face, and nose as Butch, Boomer, and Buttercup looked up in shocked.
At that moment, Bubbles came around the corner.
Her face went pale as she saw her eldest sister's condition.
Butch released a scream and Buttercup held back the urge to vomit.
Boomer tried to catch his breath; he, too, was in shock.
Blossom tilted her head.
"Hebb bee...peebs…" she managed to say through all the blood. ("Help me…please…")
The silence broke as Buttercup began to cry.
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