Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 12: Serial Killer – Lana Del Rey
She stared up at him from her spot on the ground, rubble and dust from the destroyed building she had been slammed through, falling around them like rain.
He smirked at her, half of his face red from an open cut, just at his hair-line that was dripping blood like a faucet. She steadily watched as his tongue flicked out of the corner of his mouth to lap at his own blood, all the while keeping his odd green eyes trained on her lean form. She involuntarily shuddered as she struggled to find her footing.
He was sick. Completely twisted.
He had to be some sort of sociopath, she figured, or at the very least a sadist.
She had noticed these odd tendencies had started to manifest when they were kids – she hadn't paid any mind to them then, as they were only kids and she already knew that he was a bit more messed up then the normal child – but they were in their twenties now, and he had started to act on them, and dare she say it, it made her nervous.
Especially when they fought. Because then she got to see the real him.
And if she was honest – it scared her sometimes. He scared her.
He stalked towards her, taking long, slow strides, and Buttercup found herself backing up, wanting nothing more than to put some distance between them. The look in his eyes was unnerving.
It wasn't hate, it wasn't rage, but she honestly would have preferred if it had been.
No, he was looking at her with affection.
He was an inch in front of her now and Buttercup found her back against the wall as he stared down at her, unblinking with that foreign look in his eyes, a half smirk creeping up his face.
"Stay away from me." Buttercup hissed lowly as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. Butch cocked his head to one side and shook his head as a low chuckle escaped his throat. "Naw." He responded with a rumble as he bent down so he was at her level.
"What the fuck do you want then?" Buttercup snarled as she curled her hands into fists, getting ready for another go at him. She had to get him to back up – things were getting out of control – she didn't want him so close to her, not when she couldn't tell what his intentions were.
"You."
Buttercup shook her head in shock, as he tilted her head up so she was looking right into his eyes, one half of his face still gushing blood.
"Don't you dare reject me." He snarled at her viciously. "I love you. If you think I'm going to let you go, then you're dead wrong."
"You're out of your min-" Buttercup started only for Butch to press a rough kiss to the side of her mouth, his blood mixing with their kiss and getting in her mouth, causing her to gag. He broke the kiss after a moment and peered down at her as she frantically wiped at her mouth, sputtering in shock. She met his eyes again, completely stunned, as she tried to get out of his hold.
"If you think I'm going to let you go that easily that's a laugh." He snorted as he held her in place, before nuzzling his head against hers.
"I think I really do love you." He sighed as he lightly petted her head. "Don't know how, don't know why. But it happened." He tugged her hair, forcing her head up as he leaned in once again.
"and now that you know…" He murmured dangerously into her ear. "I don't think I'm going to let you go."
He was sick. Buttercup though desperately as she looked him over again. She had always suspected it, but could never fully be sure. He was twisted. He was a sociopath.
And now she knew it for a fact.
.
XxX
Baby, I'm a sociopath,
On the warpath,
'Cause I love you
Just a little too much.
