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Chapter Fourteen

-Buttercup's POV-

The last thing I saw was his smug, narcissistic, emerald eyes before my judgment was blurred by intense, burning ferocity.

Black spots impaired my vision, and all that was left was my other senses.

I felt air whizzing past me as I sped through the air. I heard startled screams mixed in with the sound of chair legs being scraped against the tile floors. I also heard the shouts of...what was my teacher's name? I couldn't think at all at the moment, every one of my veins surged with adrenaline.

I felt my fist collide with the soft flesh of a mouth, along with the sickening cracking sound of teeth being broken.

More screams and gasps sounded.

My other fist collided with an eye. I swung my other fist again, and this time it felt like it crashed into a nose, and the bone underneath snapped with a loud crunch.

Along with the shrieks from all of the females in the room, I heard masculine grunts every time my fists met with skin. I heard an even louder one when I took a roundhouse kick to his stomach, using the heel of my Chuck Taylor sneaker.

More and more adrenaline swelled within me, more than I had ever felt. It fueled my incinerating temper, like flames consuming wood.

I felt a large hand cover my fist, attempting to slow me down. In the same motion, I jerked my hand upwards, and I felt a bone made a satisfying snapping noise. The male grunting turned to a bass-toned shout. That fed my bloodthirsty desire more, and I felt a hissing noise vibrate through my teeth.

Now along with the bloodcurdling screams, I heard a panicked female voice. It sounded like my teacher. "Yes-yes, Buttercup! She's gone mad, and she's beating one of the new students!"

Buttercup...was that my name? I couldn't remember.

The body I was beating fell to the ground. I fell after it, fists moving the entire way. In a fluid motion, my fists unclenched, I reached for where I knew his neck would be. I clamped my hands around the muscular body part, shaking it back and forth. Hacking was heard now, and I felt the trachea and muscles struggling underneath my fingers.

By now, my ears started ringing from the screams. I could barely make out what they were saying.

"She's gonna kill him!"

"Oh my God!"

"We're all gonna die!"

At these statements, I froze completely, numb.

Suddenly, I heard the door to the classroom burst open, slamming into the wall behind it. I continued to stay petrified, and suddenly, I felt my arms being forced behind me. I didn't break the hold.

Full-arm iron handcuffs enclosed on both of my arms, binding them together. Somebody grabbed the back of my collar, yanking me onto my feet. I let them.

I felt a small crackling in my back. Someone was trying to shock me with a stun gun. I let them. I could have told them that it wouldn't work on me, it just tickled. But I didn't, I couldn't make my mouth move to form the words.

Far off in some distance, I heard, "It's not working on her. Just use the animal tranquilizer!"

Moments later, I felt something small pierce my back. A needle, perhaps. It only hurt for a moment, then an eerie numbing sensation followed. But I could hardly focus on that. There was something else that I was stuck on. Animal tranquilizer. They had to use an animal tranquilizer on me.

Was that what I was? An animal?

My vision slowly started to return to me. First, the black faded from the outside edges, then worked its way inward towards the middle.

I looked around me. Closer to me were Townsville S.W.A.T. Members, fully armed. They all glared at me through their masks, some glares frightened, some surprised, and others just passive anger. My heartbeat began to slow.

I looked for my classmates, and I found them in the furthest corner from me. They stared back with horrified and perturbed expressions, some of the female members shrinking back behind the male members. Mrs. Fitzgerald stood protectively in front of all of the students, her expression a mix between fear and hate.

I could be sure she hated me now.

Lastly, I looked toward the boy I had beaten. He was sitting up now, staring at me too. His jade eyes were clouded with hidden pain, and they were filled with unprecedented shock. One of his eyes looked badly bloodshot, and it looked as if a black eye was already forming. He held his broken wrist, and his breathing was unsteady. A large rivulet of blood ran from his mouth and down his neck, staining the collar of his shirt. He hunched over, a sure sign of a broken rib.

I looked back over at the stares of my classmates and the officers, and I was sure of it now.

I was a fucking monster.

Almost immediately after I came to this conclusion, my legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the ground. They were numb, and even if I could move them to get up off of the ground, I wouldn't have. Then, my mind became numbed, and unconsciousness washed over me like a dark ocean.

–

I dreamed a vivid dream you could only have in the deepest of sleep.

I was in someplace dark, but it was as if a spotlight was shining on me, because when I looked down at my feet, my body was perfectly visible. Even so, I couldn't see anything around me. It was just black.

I felt the strange sensation of being naked, but upon looking down at myself again, I was fully clothed. Maybe instead it was the feeling of vulnerability. It felt degrading, disgusting even. I'd begun wondering where I was even more, so I moved my feet forward. They slid in place on the invisible ground. I tried again at a faster pace, and it felt as if I was running on a treadmill. I began to panic. Why wasn't I moving forward? Why couldn't I go anywhere? I hated this feeling of being trapped, and not knowing where I was.

I suddenly stopped running. The atmosphere of the place had suddenly changed, and something felt different. What was different?

I instinctively glanced down at myself again, and I found that I was suddenly in different clothes. My black tunic had turned into an apple green and black corset with lace on it, and my green skinny jeans into a plaid, pale green miniskirt with leggings underneath. This was my favorite outfit. Why was I suddenly wearing it?

Abruptly, the uncanny silence turned to earsplitting noise. I jumped, and I moved to cover my ears with my hands. I looked around frantically, and I still couldn't see anything through the darkness. Seemingly nothing was making the loud noises that swirled around me.

Then, joining the spotlight, lights of red, deep blue, and dark green shone on my skin. For some reason, the colored lights were warm. At first, it was sort of a comfortable warmness, because the space around me was cold. Then, the lights got warmer. And warmer still. I began to feel uncomfortable. They kept getting hotter and hotter...

Then they scorched my skin.

I tried to leap away from the lights, opening my mouth to let out a pained yelp. But my muscles wouldn't listen, and out of my mouth came no sound except for the silent whoosh of breath. The burning of the lights was, for a few moments, unbearably hot-and then I was suddenly unfeeling and cold. Seeing movement from the corner of my right eye, I froze.

Strong arms wrapped around me closely, and soft lips caressed my neck.

Breath constricted in my lungs. I knew who it was, I didn't even have to turn around to look at his face to know. I recognized him by the mere way his body fit against mine. The noise had faded away, and it was quiet. Then I heard one voice from far away.

Damn it, Buttercup!

Someone was calling me. Who was calling me?

You just don't get it, do you?

Were they talking to me?

Whenever I see you, or when I hear your voice or...hell, even just hearing your name…I just...I just want to jump off of a cliff without flying, just to see if the rush even compares to what I feel when I see you.

What did it mean?

You make me want to scream at the top of my lungs about you until my throat is raw, until the whole world knows.

The voice sounded so desperate. And this sounded familiar. Where had I heard this before?

Every time I make you bleed…I want to shove a knife though my heart so I can't hurt you anymore. When you look at me, or even when you're insulting me and screaming at me, my heart speeds up, and I can't slow it down.

The boy behind me let me go, then turned me completely around to face him. His fierce green eyes bore into mine, and I felt naked again. This time though, I knew I wasn't. In his gaze, I was vulnerable.

"Do you get it now?" The boy said this in a gentle tone. It was also the same exact time the voice in the background said it, and their voices matched perfectly. It was him. Of course it was him.

He wrapped his arms around me again. I wanted to tear my eyes away and run as fast as I could from him, but I was still frozen. It was like my muscles didn't work anymore. And I couldn't look away. But as much as I hated to even think it, even if I could've looked away, I probably wouldn't have.

He was so damn incredible.

But I wanted to dismember myself for even thinking that. He was my sworn enemy, he always had been. One night shouldn't have changed that. His brothers broke my sisters' hearts. It was absolutely not okay to think those things. But there had been something that my subconscious had hidden from me and everyone else in the world since he left, and I finally realized it now.

Butch broke my heart, too.

Abruptly, as if he had been reading my mind, Butch jerked away from me. Without warning, I could move again. He held his hands up defensively in front of him, and his eyes were wide. Maybe even fearful. Why was he acting that way? I watched him in confusion. Had I done something wrong?

Then, his right wrist convulsed violently, breaking, and then his hand flopped downward lifelessly. His head jerked back, his left eye forced shut, and when he opened it again, the white of his eye was reddened. He hunched over too, and he brought his other arm to cover his midriff. I watched in horror, my expression mirroring his. It seemed as if someone invisible was beating him up. I reached in front of me, but as soon as I did, his head jerked back again. I brought my hand back, and as I did, his face turned to me again.

Blood flowed from his mouth.

Panic rose in me, now. I wanted to make it stop, I didn't want him to be in any more pain. Not now.

Then, numbness overtook me again. Just when it came back, Butch moved away from me, and he moved fluently, as if someone pulled him towards them with a rope. And then he called to me. "Promise me you'll always remember what I said to you."

His voice faded into the distance, and he was gone. Then I couldn't feel anything.

–

When I opened my eyes, my eyelids still felt heavy.

I became aware that I was lying down in an unfamiliar place. I sat up, and I saw white everywhere.

Well, I knew I wasn't dead. And I couldn't have been asleep again, because I could move, unlike my dream. As I sat up, my head spun a little. I tried to move one of my hands to grasp my head, but they were bound in heavy iron. Then, everything flowing back to me, I remembered. I remembered the blind rage, the screams, the crackling, then the unconsciousness...and him. I saw the room I was in with new, enlightened eyes. It was a large, padded room.

I was in the padded cell in Townsville jail.

I became aware that I wasn't alone, and there were ten S.W.A.T. Members from earlier, lining the walls. They looked at me cautiously, some cocked their guns.

I was in jail. Buttercup Utonium was in jail. They didn't know how to contain me, so they brought me here?

No. I shouldn't have lost control in the first place. This was all my fault. I should have...but wait. What about my dream? I remembered...

No. I couldn't think about my dream. I could never think about my dream ever again. But even as I thought this, scenes from that goddamn dream played over and over again.

I felt a meltdown coming on.

I slumped over. This was too much. Too many emotions at one time. I hated feeling overwhelmed.

I brought my head up and dropped it harshly and repeatedly onto the padded ground, wishing it would hurt so I could have something better to cry about. My steady breathing turned into sobs. They were the kind of sobs that are so filled with pain, they don't make a sound.

Curling into a ball, I brought my knees up to my chest, and I buried my face in my knees, hoping nobody would notice the tears streaming from my eyes.

-Blossom's POV-

Professor paced back and forth, and he gripped the phone he held harshly as he spoke into it.

We were currently in the front lobby of Townsville Jail. I had to say, I'd never been at a jail to bail someone out before, let alone my own sister. Bubbles and I sat next to each other in generic waiting room chairs, both leaning on the same armrest. Bubbles rested her head on my shoulder. We watched Professor dully. We were both physically and emotionally worn, and I honestly didn't know how much more we could take.

At noon today, happiness disappeared.

I had a lot of time to think everything through, and I decided Buttercup had been right. They didn't care. They didn't care about us at all.

To Brick, I had just been another girl on his arm. I thought back to the crowd of girls around him and wondered how many of them he was planning on dating the final two years of High School. He could probably date all of them, after all, he had gotten me in just one night. My stomach heaved, and I felt so foolish. I hated feeling like a fool, I wasn't a fool.

But he had made a fool out of me.

I couldn't believe I actually believed every word he said. I threw all of my trust into him, and I just let him have me.

So, I guess in a way, this awful day was a kind of closure. I had spent all that time worrying about when he would come back, if he still loved me. I wondered if he would take me back after all the time. Even the smallest part of me thought that even maybe he enrolled at our school to see me again.

Now, I knew for sure. He didn't want me. There wasn't any more mystery. I could sleep at night now.

Part of me still longed to believe that it wasn't true, but there wasn't anything I could do about it now. I guessed this was the end, just not the one I was wishing for. But, what good was wishing anyway? I just wanted this pain to end.

Earlier, we'd had to explain to the police-and to the school-that Buttercup had beat up one of our enemies, and that the said enemy was one of the Rowdyruff Boys. Of course the police remembered the Rowdyruff Boys, so they understood. However, they told us they couldn't release Buttercup until they got the okay from the school.

Currently, Professor was still on the phone with the Superintendent of the school. "Yes, sir, I can absolutely guarantee you that Butch Jojo will be just fine tomorrow. Yes, guarantee. Well, sir, the Chemical X makes him superhuman. Yes, just like the girls. Yes, I know that the girls were instructed not to use their powers at school, but it was just a misunderstanding." About five minutes more of reassuring the other man on the phone, Professor hung up. He glanced at us and gave us a soft smile.

He had felt awkward about taking us home earlier, before Buttercup's outburst, because this time he knew we weren't really sick. Lovesick, maybe. It was not only awkward because he didn't know how to comfort us, but also because he had never been good at boy advice in the first place. He was a scientist, not a teen advice columnist.

About three minutes later, an officer finally emerged with our sister.

As soon as I saw her, I knew immediately that she'd had an emotional breakdown. She had few before, but I could recognize the signs easily. She had puffy eyes, and her eyebrows formed a permanent, unreadable line above her foggy eyes. Her makeup was smeared onto various placed on her face. And, for the first time in months, I could actually see emotions in her eyes. She wasn't hiding them.

It didn't take a genius to know that her repressed emotions had finally caught up with her. In a way, at least now I knew that Bubbles and I weren't overreacting. It was easy for Bubbles to get upset, and a little tougher for me to get upset, but if something made Buttercup this emotionally unstable, it was obviously a big deal.

"Here she is, Mister Utonium." The bright-eyed, jolly officer said with a Dallas-sized smile. "Sorry about that misunderstandin'."

Professor smiled politely back. "Not a problem, Jimmy. It's all settled now. Thank you."

Buttercup stared at Bubbles and I during their entire exchange, and we stared back at her. I was the first to take a step forward, and Bubbles followed, taking my hand. Buttercup stepped forward to meet us, and at the same time, we all hugged each other tightly.

None of us said it out loud, but we all knew.

It was going to be okay.

-Bubbles POV-

I sighed silently, the cool night air caressing my hair. I pushed random pieces behind my ears. Professor had driven us home, and I had gone out onto the back porch, seeking fresh air. I seriously needed it after that horrendous day.

I forced my lungs to inhale again.

So, this was it. This was life without Boomer. I mean, really without him. Before, he was gone, but there was always that hope that he would return to me. But this was official. I could never have him again.

I had hoped that while he was gone, he'd still thought about me as much as I thought about him. I hoped that what he said was really true.

He didn't really care. He didn't love me.

I couldn't cry anymore. Life seemed meaningless now. I didn't want to end it, I mean, I wasn't suicidal. But was this how life would always be like, forever? Sure, I could get married, have kids...maybe, if me and my sisters were capable of having kids, I'd never really thought about it. Even if I married someone else, it wouldn't be my true love. Nobody would ever be as amazing as he was.

But it was selfish to want him like I did. I could never want him the way I did ever again.

I looked back up at the stars above me. The some of the stars were covered by mist-like, thin clouds, and the bright moonlight reflected off of them. The sky was gorgeous, but not as beautiful as that night.

I shook my head. This was going to be hard, to try and get over him. But, obviously, it was what he wanted. If he wanted ten girlfriends, fifteen girlfriends, twenty even...then I'd just have to accept it, if that was what made him happy. I just wanted him to be happy. Maybe one day I could be happy again, too.

The night sky was starting to sting me with its' memories, so I turned away from the view, and went back into the warm house.

-Elsewhere, Unknown POV-

'I can't keep this up much longer.

I can't stand to see that look on her face, seeing me do this.

I almost gave in today, and today was only the second day. I can't handle this, I can't...

I need her.'

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