I've read over this story, after such a long time and can't believe how many errors in grammar, spelling, etc there are.
It drives me made, and is why I cannot finish my first novel. It just isn't good enough for me, which I know is ridiculous because everyone I talk to says it is perfect.
My mother doesn't understand why I keep editing, and half of me doesn't understand myself. I just believe it is a quirk of mine, and I feel as if my novel is my own child.
From JAG-Loves-Animals.
Chapter 25: What Childish Heroines?
Butch's POV:
My brothers and I were sitting outside the Professor's laboratory, hidden in the bushes, because we knew the Power Puffs were inside and wanted to see how traumatised they were from yesterday.
The memory of the Amoeba Boys turning evil and bashing the Power Puffs' brains out still made me laugh my ass off.
"How long do we have to sit out here? My bum hurts," Boomer whined at us. "I want to go-"
The exit to the laboratory had been forced open and Buttercup was sprinting out… with a smile on her face. Her hair was an utter mess, she was wearing stupid goggles and had a child's toy in her hands.
Bubbles and Blossom soon came out of the lab after. Buttercup watched them, as they did the same, and gasped in horror as if they weren't her friends.
"Oh, no! I've been discovered!" She yelled, confusing us all, from Brick to myself.
"Yes. You have, mad scientist," Bubbles responded in a serious voice. "You put down the weapon!"
"You've got to be joking?" Brick hissed to himself, since obviously he had figured something out that I hadn't.
"Which weapon?" Buttercup questioned.
"That weapon!" The blue one pointed with the bubble-blower.
Buttercup turned to her toy and gasp once again, before looking at her two friends in terror. It only puzzled me more, and I frowned to myself.
"This weapon?" Buttercup enquired, as her friend nodded. "NNNOOO! Not my ultimate, undefeatable, laser projecting, Power Puff Death-ray!"
I frowned even more.
"Those Amoeba things going evil has sent the Power Puffs insane," I whispered to Brick. "What the hell happened to Buttercup?"
"Yes! That very weapon. Hand it over-"
"Or what, Power Puff Girls Z?" Buttercup replied. "I know your weaknesses! I have the ultimate, undefeatable, laser projecting, Power Puff Death-ray!"
"Oh! Did you hear that?" Boomer questioned in delight. "That scientist has a weapon to kill the Power Puffs and knows their weaknesses, too-"
I slapped Boomer across the back of the head.
"We will take it from you," Bubbles told her.
"You will never defeat me, Power Puff Girls Z!" Buttercup announced, before pulling the trigger on her children's toy.
I watched, as water came out of the barrel and Bubbles dived out of the way. Blossom wasn't so lucky, and didn't even try to avoid the blow.
She spat out water and wiped the back of her palm across her face. She didn't seem like her two friends, and was almost as confused as I was.
"Oh, no! Not Blossom!" Bubbles shrieked loudly, giggling at the same time. "You killed her!"
"Blossom doesn't seem very dead," Boomer observed.
"YES!" Buttercup bellowed. "One of the Power Puff Girls Z is dead! My weapon works!"
"I'm just wet," Blossom said, after frowning at her friends.
Her friends turned on her, seeming upset with her confession. The blue one flew over to their leader and leaned into her face, smiling.
"You have to play Blossom," she said. "Come on. It's fun."
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" I snarled to my brothers, softly enough that those three bimbos didn't hear. "They're playing a game, after what we did to them yesterday?"
"Just figured that out, did you?" Brick snapped at me.
Blossom fell from the sky, landing in the grass. I knew it wouldn't have hurt her at all, that impact was nothing to what I wanted to give the three of them.
"Bubbles… I'm-I'm dying," Blossom murmured.
Bubbles smiled and giggled, like usual. As if yesterday and the Amoeba Boys hadn't happened. I wondered if anything effected those girls, as Bubbles landed on the grass.
"Blossom, don't die-"
"Their leader is dying!" Boomer squealed softly, still not realising what was truly happening in front of our eyes.
"Blossom, stay with me! Don't go towards the light! Whatever you do, don't go for the light," Bubbles commanded her friend.
"I-Promise me… Bubbles, defeat the mad scientist… Don't let him-him destroy the city… Promise me-"
"Blossom is dead!" Boomer giggled, and I slapped him across the back of the skull once more. Not even bothering to explain the situation to him.
"She better be. 'Cause I'm going to fucking kill her," Brick growled to the two of us. "I can't beli-"
"NNNNNNNOOOOOOO-"
"Wait! Pause!" Buttercup interrupted Bubbles. "Blossom is pathetic at dying! Do it again, and do it right!"
"She was faking?" Boomer gasped.
Blossom emerged from the grass, turning to Buttercup and frowned, as Bubbles did the same as her leader. Buttercup crossed her arms over her chest and scolded.
"What? I'm playing along."
"Poorly, though," Buttercup muttered. "What did you think of Blossom's pitiful performance, Bubbles?"
"Blossom could have done much better," Bubbles admitted.
"What? I didn't die properly-"
"Not at all," Brick hissed, seething.
"Well… How should I have died?" Blossom asked.
"With an agonized scream, covered in blood and begging for death," Brick responded, as he was the person the question was directed to. "By my hands."
"You should have done the whole gagging routine, and said 'Goodbye, cruel world-"
"That's ridiculous-"
"This whole thing is ridiculous," I snapped. "Can we join the game?" I asked my brother, wanting to make those girls terrified once and for all.
"People only say that in cartoons-"
"Maybe. Just a minute," Brick answered.
"-That doesn't actually happen in life," Blossom told her friends.
"Funny. I heard the same about superheroes," Buttercup retorted.
"That's different," Blossom said. "We never planned on being heroines, and we never expected it. Really, the hero-thing was an accident."
"True. But it still happened," Buttercup responded.
"Come on, you two. We're leaving," Brick decided, and began to sneak away.
"What?" I turned to my brother.
He gave me a single look, which meant whatever he was doing was very, very important. More important than the Power Puffs.
"But I wanted to watch the show-"
I grabbed Boomer by the collar of his shirt, before he could finish and dragged him after me. I was still fuming that those girls hadn't been shaken in the slightest and were playing games, like children.
Boomer was the best punching-bag in my life, and so, I would take out my frustrations on him.
Brick's POV:
I sat in my room, thinking to myself. It infuriated me that the Power Puffs were relaxed and being… children. However, it had shown me something and that was much more important than my pride.
Those heroes had been acting like children, as if they weren't truly heroes. As if they were truly just girls, and it baffled me, because I had always assumed they were constantly heroes and never anything else.
My brothers and I had never behaved like that, playing games together like other people our age, because we were cloned from the Power Puffs' DNA and wired to be villains. We weren't truly our age. It just wasn't in our nature to be children, when we truly weren't.
Which meant, there was a big reason it was in their nature to be like other girls their age and behave like the children they resembled. It meant they could very well be children, their age, and not experiments like I had always believed.
They had even said that they were never meant to be heroes, that they hadn't expected it and it was an accident. Which meant they hadn't been created by someone and raised to be what they were today, like my brothers and I had.
It meant they were children, deep down, somehow.
I knew I had to discover how they were children, when we weren't, and how they had become the Power Puff Girls Z, when we had been created as the Rowdy Ruff Boys.
It meant we had another job to do, and that I had a better plan than Mojo.