Coming Down

Part 26: Prepare, Your Heart Can't Take It

Chapter 1

"God, will you stop pacing? It's making me nervous!" Brick snapped at his green-eyed brother. Butch combed his fingers through his hair and huffed. He glanced at the sleeping blonde before resuming his pacing.

"I can't believe this…" He whispered. Brick sighed and leaned further back in his chair. Currently, the two stayed behind in Boomer's holding room while Rachel went out to get them something to eat. The boys didn't think they would be able to eat at all. Between Boomer being in danger, and HIM out in his realm plotting to take them all down from the inside, they were set on edge. Brick tried to be the responsible big brother and keep Butch from freaking out, but he was right there with him, even if it didn't look like it. The chat he had with Mojo emotionally drained him to the point of almost breaking down a second time. The only thing that stopped him was when Butch arrived. He had to stay strong for his supernaturally sensitive brother.

"So, that thing, back at the hotel, that's what I felt? I felt the very essence of evil in the form of HIM?" Butch asked for the fifth time that evening.

"For the hundredth time, yes. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," Brick confirmed. Butch shook his head in distaste and sat back down in his chair next to Brick.

"W…why didn't he tell us? You would think something this big would be news for your brothers and the girls to know about." Brick shrugged. He opened his mouth to answer before another voice interrupted him.

"Because I didn't want you to worry." Boomer rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up to lean on the headboard behind him. "I was already too much trouble when I first came here, so I figured, ya know, what they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them." He snickered and shook his head. "But I was wrong. What you didn't know not only would hurt you, but everyone else on this planet. Plus, I was scared at what would happen if I did tell you. HIM might have gotten to me quicker just to torture you guys. I couldn't risk it. I'm sorry." The two Ruffs stood from their chairs and sat on each side of the hospital bed.

"It's never been your fault, and it still isn't now. You have no need to apologize," Brick stated. Boomer gave a weak smile and looked around the room.

"Where's mama?" he asked.

"She went to go get food," Butch informed. "How you feeling?" Boomer shrugged with a grunt.

"I'm okay, I guess." The dark circles under his eyes did his answer no favors. The superhuman blood that ran through his veins made his physical appearance seem a lot worse than it actually was. His hair lost all of its glow and became lifeless and limp on his head. His body mass diminished more and more each day, forcing him to resemble a shell of his former, more beefy, self. Rachel had tried to force feed him when he wasn't feeling the greatest, and he just threw it back up again. She had stopped trying and let him eat only whenever he felt the need to.

"Are you sure?" Butch added. Boomer nodded.

"I just…I just want this to be over. I'm tired." His voice cracked at the thought of losing himself completely. "Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Standing in the distance, smirking at me. And no matter how hard I try, no matter how fast I run away, he is always just a few feet behind me. Watching. Waiting. I don't want to feel this way anymore." His eyes watered and tears spilled over. Brick set his hand on top of Boomer's and gazed into his eyes.

"I swear to you, Boomer. I swear that this will all be over soon, and you can have your old life back. I promise you that you'll be happy again." Butch took Boomer's other hand and nodded in agreement.

"I swear to you, too. We'll do everything we can. The girls, mom, and even the Professor will help. Mojo is already getting everything we'll need together." Boomer seemed convinced enough and nodded. He needed to trust his brothers' word even if it all failed. Them caring enough to help him fight off HIM was all he needed to keep hope alive.

Soon, Rachel returned to the room with hot food in hand. She handed Butch and Brick homemade cheeseburgers and a small bag of chips. She set down her own food before asking her blonde son if he wanted his chicken soup. He agreed, and Rachel set it up on a tray the staff provided for them. Boomer took a longer time to eat his food. He sipped steadily at his soup, scooping up small portions in his spoon. After he was finished, Rachel removed his tray and threw away the spoon. Boomer fell asleep soon after.

"Come on boys," Rachel announced to Brick and Butch gathering up her jacket. "Visiting time is up, and I don't think they'll let us stay any longer than they did yesterday." Brick and Butch grabbed their things and followed Rachel to the door. Rachel turned around and jogged quietly over to Boomer. She leaned down and pecked him lovingly on the forehead before tucking him under the sheets.

"How long do they plan to keep him here?" Butch asked. "I thought they were only going to keep him overnight."

"I convinced them," Rachel answered. "I wanted to make sure he was stable enough to come home, so I convinced them to let him stay for at least another night. Tomorrow we can take him home." She brushed the loose strains of dirty blonde hair away from her son's cheeks. "I just hope he's ready." She moved away from him after planting another kiss on his cheek.

"We should let him sleep," Brick voiced. Rachel reluctantly agreed and moved away from Boomer. The three exited the room in silence before making their way to the hospital entrance.

After another night at the hospital, Boomer was ready to go home. Rachel picked him up first thing on Sunday morning. On the way to the hospital, the woman thought about all of the worst case scenarios that could (and maybe would) unfold when Boomer went back to school. He could get worse and have to drop out for the rest of the year. He could have another fit and attack someone who rubbed him the wrong way and be expelled for the rest of his high school days. She needed a way for that to never happen. When they moved to Townsville she only wanted the best for her sons, especially Boomer. They hit it off as soon as she found them. She was devastated when he tried to commit suicide and having HIM on his tail scared her even more. She needed some way of temporarily stopping the effects of HIM's power as Mojo got everything ready to take HIM on.

Once she got to the hospital, the doctors that took care of her son told her that he slept soundlessly through the night with no problems at all. Rachel was overjoyed by the thought and they led her to him. He just finished putting on his shirt when the doctors knocked before entering. Boomer glanced up and smiled once he caught sight of his mother.

"Mama!" He jogged over and wrapped his thinning arms around Rachel. Rachel smiled and hugged him back. He was getting so skinny. Her eyes pricked with tears. What happened to her strong, burly son? HIM was going to pay for the pain he was putting Boomer through. Even if she had to do it herself.

The two left in Rachel's car and headed for home. Boomer, sitting in the back seat, glanced out the window at the trees and large buildings of the downtown area as they passed by. Suddenly, a flash of red scorched Boomer's eyes. He jolted back away from the window at the familiar vision. It came to him in the hospital when he was alone. He tried to scream for help whenever they came, but HIM's power was too strong.

Another flash of red.

Passing buildings in rubble.

The sky dark with large, thick clouds overhead.

Boomer's breath quickened. He tried not to worry Rachel and cradled his head in his hand.

It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real…

He repeated this over and over again in his mind, hoping to keep the vision at bay. He knew what it was. It was a vision of what the planet would look like when HIM got what he wanted. He wouldn't, couldn't, let that happen. Ever.

The two arrived at the Cromwell household. Rachel got out and moved to Boomer's door. She opened it and motioned for him to get out.

"Do you need help getting out, hun?" she asked. Boomer glanced up at her and hesitantly shook his head. He slowly unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the car on shaky legs. Rachel closed the door behind him and led the way into the house.

Brick and Butch jogged down the stairs once they heard the front door open. Rachel stepped in before Boomer. Boomer smiled up at his brothers, but they didn't smile back. Their faces contorted into frowns of horror. The air was suddenly thick with heat, and the bright house became dark in a matter of seconds. Boomer gasped and looked at the slow decay of the house. The walls chipped and cracked, as did the floorboards. He saw the lights begin to flicker and the chairs dust over with rust. He looked back to Rachel for condolence, but she was gone.

Boomer began to panic. Where was everyone? Why did his house look the way it did? He turned to the front door and yanked it open. He almost fainted from what he saw. It was his vision again. Townsville was in hell. He glanced across the street and saw the girls' house in the same state. Half of it was even missing from the whole structure. He slowly stepped away from his home. He wrapped his arms around himself as he walked towards the Powerpuff home.

The wind was the only thing that made any type of noise. It eerily blew across the broken landscape and into the ghost town that was Townsville. He finally made his way to the front door of the large home. He lifted his fist to knock but realized that in this world, no one would be answering. He lowered his fist and pushed open the chipped red door with ease. He looked around the downstairs area. It was in the same condition his house was, maybe even worse. The wind kicked up once more. The breeze came from the living room, or what was supposed to be the living room. The large, missing chunk out of the house stretched from the living room to the back of the house. Large, angry looking hunks of brick and sharpened wood took its place.

Boomer took a deep breath and made his way up the stairs, which were surprisingly still intact. He turned down the dark hallway towards the girls' rooms. He saw a pink door come up on the right hand side. He took another deep breath, preparing himself for what he might see. He pushed open the door and saw a torn up room in his wake. He glanced up and a large hole opened from the ceiling. He looked up the hole and saw the dark sky looked right back at him. Someone fell right through. There was only one person who could've done that.

"Blossom?" Boomer called out. He looked around frantically, hoping he could find the pink Powerpuff. Suddenly, a shuffle came from the other side of the room. In the dark corner, amongst the dust and debris, was Blossom. Her pink eyes fluttered open. They were cold and lifeless. They didn't have her cherry blossom glow to them at all.

"Boomer…" Her voice cracked. Boomer rushed over to her and pushed some of the fallen wood away from her broken body.

"Blossom! Are you okay?" Blossom raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder with a thump. She pushed with what little strength she had left.

"Get…away…from…me…" Boomer let go of her, confused.

"What?" Blossom lifted her face. It was a look he hadn't seen since they were kids. It was the face of hatred. No, it was the face of absolute loathing.

"Your…fault…you…did…this…" Boomer shook his head, denying what she meant.

"Blossom, what are you talking about?"

"You…killed…them. You…killed…them…all…" Boomer felt his face grow hot.

"N-no, no I didn't kill anyone…"

Right?

"Buttercup…Professor…" Boomer stood up and clutched his head, his eyes wide. Blossom's voice grew louder with every name she listed off. "Ms. Keane…Ms. Bellum…The Mayor…Robin…Mitch…" Boomer closed his eyes, breathing harder.

"Stop it." His voice was small.

"RayRay…Jessie…" Her mouth curled upward, her eyes taking on a different glow.

"Stop. It!"

"Brick…"

"No."

"Butch…"

"No, no, no, no…!"

"Rachel…"

"Stop it! I said stop it!"

"…Bubbles…"

"SHUT UP!" Boomer shot a dark blue energy blast towards the redhead. The blast crashed in the pile of debris and engulfed the room in dust. Boomer ran out of the bedroom, gripping at his roots once more.

"Poor, poor Boomer." A voice sounded from behind him. Boomer slowly turned and came face to face with the one that resurrected him all those years ago. "Tortured by the things you fear? Things that you already know will become a reality? How cute." Boomer sniffed, putting on the best brave face he could muster.

HIM grew out of his pink and red dress and moved into cloths that he deemed fit for the Devil himself. He now wore a pitch-black suit with a red dress shirt underneath. A pair of shiny, black, Italian dress shoes covered his feet. His slicked back black hair was hidden by a black fedora. There were only a few loose strands of hair that stuck out in the front. His devilishly bright yellow eyes couldn't be seen behind the pair of sunglasses he wore. His clawed hands were currently shifted into regular, five-fingered hands. He casually leaned on a black cane with both hands, a smile on his pin-sharp, white teeth.

"You take me back home," Boomer snarled. He knew he wouldn't be able to handle any more of HIM's games. HIM snickered, his distorted voice ranging from high to low.

"Now why would I do that?" He asked, his voice deep and calm. "You just got here. Don't you want to see your friends? They've been dying to see you." He laughed once more, throwing his head back in delight.

"I don't have time for this, HIM. I want to go home." Boomer's voice began to weaken. He was on the verge of breaking down. HIM walked over to the blonde, his cane clicking against the broken floor. He placed a red hand on Boomer's back. He towered over Boomer.

"Oh, my sweet child," he leaned to the blonde's ear. "We've only begun."

Chapter 2

"I can't believe this. He just got back home! He seemed fine on our way here!" Rachel wiped away the stray tears that slid down her red cheeks. Brick pulled her into his large arms and held her.

"He's going to be fine, Rachel. None of us could've known this would happen." The group stood around Boomer's bed worriedly. Butch clutched his arms as he rested against the opposite wall of the room.

"The connection is getting stronger," he finally spoke up. Brick and Rachel glanced up at him. "HIM is getting more powerful every time he contacts Boomer. If we want this to end, we have to do something and fast."

It was after five whole hours of distress over Boomer's situation that he decided to wake up. The sun was beginning to set past the horizon. Boomer brought his hands up to his face and rubbed at his reddening eyes. His skin was deathly pale and his hair stuck out in different points. He looked around his room quietly, taking in the normality of where he was. He moved the covers from his body and slipped out of bed on shaky legs. He grabbed at the bedside table for support before lifting himself up straight. He shuffled to the bedroom door and slowly opened it. He glanced around the hallway before stepping out into it and shuffling down the stairs to the noise filled lower floor.

Boomer turned towards the bar and saw Butch sitting in a stool, eating several slices of pizza. Butch was about to take another bite when he felt a presence behind him. He swiveled around in his chair and saw Boomer standing weakly before him.

"Mom!" He called out. Rachel shuffled from the living room and gasped, looking at her blonde son.

"Boomer!" She ran to him and placed her hands on each one of his cheeks. "Baby, are you okay?" She asked before pulling him into a hug. Boomer winced and groaned in protest. Rachel quickly pulled away. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. What's wrong?" Boomer backed away and plopped down on the stool next to Butch.

"I'm sore," he croaked. Brick also came out of the living room and leaned on the wall.

"What happened?" He asked. Boomer raised his head, helplessness etched on his face.

"We need to do something. If we don't stop this soon…everyone will die. And it'll be all my fault."

"I'll be back!" Bubbles called from the front door. She slipped her jacket on and opened the front door.

"Where are you off to?" Buttercup asked from the kitchen.

"To see Boomer. He came home today." Buttercup nodded.

"Tell him I said 'hi'." Bubbles agreed with a smile and passed through the door, closing it behind her. She crossed the sidewalk and looked down both ways of the street before jogging across it to the Cromwell's.

She lifted her hand and rung the doorbell. She stood back and waited for someone to answer. The click of the lock could be heard soon after and a worn out Rachel opened the door.

"Oh, hello, Bubbles." She tried to plaster her best neighborly smile on her lips, but Bubbles saw right past it.

"Are you alright, Rachel?" She asked. Rachel sighed and beckoned Bubbles to enter. She closed the door once the teen was inside and rubbed the back of her neck.

"HIM is getting stronger. He…contacted Boomer today, right after we came home from the hospital. He was out for a while but he's in the living room right now." Bubbles gasped. HIM actually contacted him? Why didn't he tell her about it? She could've helped!

In what way, Bubble Brain? She berated herself.

"Do you mind if I see him?" She asked. Rachel shook her head.

"Yeah, I'm sure he would be happy to see you." Bubbles turned from the older blonde and entered the living room. Boomer was sitting in front of the TV, staring at the screen. Sasha was snuggled up at his side, licking affectionately at his fingers. Bubbles stepped up to him and sat down next to her boyfriend. She leaned over and pecked his cheek.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you?" She questioned. Boomer didn't answer. Bubbles frowned a bit and scooted closer to his side. "Boomer? You okay, babe?" Suddenly, the TV screen jumped to static. The black and white squiggles jumped violently across the screen. Sasha then yelped and jumped down from her position. She stared back up at Boomer and growled deeply as she backed up. Her ears were flat on her white head and her bushy tail was tucked between her legs.

"Sasha, what's wrong?" Bubbles glanced down at the frightened pup. She glanced back up at Boomer and shook his shoulder. "Boomer? Boomer?" She turned back to the kitchen. "Rach—Ahh!" She made a chocking sound as a large hand snapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

Boomer stood up from his position on the couch and lifted Bubbles with him. He hovered her above the ground, her feet dangling beneath her. Bubbles' eyes were wide with fear. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but pitch black staring back at her. Sasha, even more frightened, began to bark loudly as she was pressed up in the corner she had backed herself into. Bubbles lifted her hands and tried to pry Boomer's hand away from her neck. She tried to stay calm, and she pushed down on the face of her watch. The clock face made a beeping noise. Boomer glared down at the watch and snarled. He latched on to Bubbles' neck harder before sending her flying across the room into the wall on the other side. She crashed into a bookcase before falling to the floor.

"Boomer?" A voice sounded from the window of the living room. Buttercup and Blossom looked on, horrified at the scene.

"Boomer, don't you touch her!" Blossom snarled before running to bang on the front door. Boomer began to turn his head away, but Buttercup knocked on the window.

"Keep your eyes on me! Look at me, Boomer!" Boomer tilted his head before a monstrous grin slithered onto his face. He began to laugh. Buttercup shivered when his laugh turned into a cackle, a cackle that held more than one voice. She'd know that laugh anywhere.

Finally, Brick came dashing down the stairs with Butch, and Rachel right behind him. He glanced into the living room and saw a cackling Boomer standing in the middle of the room. He glanced down at the unconscious Bubbles and ran towards her.

"Butch, let them in!" Butch opened the door, and Blossom rushed in. In a pink streak she charged towards Boomer and tackled him into the TV. Sasha whined and retreated out of the living room and up the stairs. Buttercup ran in and saw her sister wailing on Boomer, who was still laughing away with each blow to the face.

"You. Get. Out. Of. His. Body. You. Monster!" Blossom cursed as she punched the blonde underneath her. She raised her fist once more, but a voice interrupted her.

"You little fool." Blossom glanced down at Boomer. "He's not in my body." He quipped in a voice that still didn't completely sound like him. Blossom raised her fist once more and brought it down. Before it could connect with his face, Boomer grabbed it. Blossom's eyes widened. He lifted up his own fist and punched the redhead off of him. Blossom went flying into the couch.

"Blossom!" Buttercup ran to her sister's side. Brick shook Bubbles awake just in time for the room to become a deep red color. Brick hugged Bubbles to his chest, ready to stand in the way of whatever came. Butch stepped in front of Rachel, who clutched at the back of his shirt. A sudden flash of lightning followed by deep rumbling thunder sounded from outside.

"Well done, Boomer. Well done." A figure swirled into view next to the blonde boy. He placed a red skinned hand on Boomer's shoulder and grinned at his audience. "How lovely it is to have you all here." He mocked.

"HIM," Brick snarled, still holding Bubbles to his chest.

"Hello, Brick. Lovely to see you again. And Butch," He turned to the raven head. "Look at how much you've grown. And you," He nodded towards Rachel who was still cowering behind Butch. "The little bitch that stole my sons. It's not very wise to fuck with the Devil." He chuckled menacingly.

"Leave her alone. She saved us from you!" Butch snarled.

"Oh no, no, my boy. She kept you from me. She would rather watch you turn into righteous, ass kissers than into what I can make you: Gods. Forces to be reckoned with!"

"Cut the shit, HIM! Just leave our brother alone and we won't have to destroy you," Brick chimed in. HIM chuckled.

"Oh, Brick. Even if you did destroy me, I would come back. I always do. No one can really get rid of me. Not for good anyway. I guess you'll just have to deal with me another way." He looked away from Brick and locked his shaded yellow eyes on Blossom. "Oh, just look at you. You are all practically women now! It's been so long since the last time we met!"

"Just hand Boomer over, HIM. And this won't have to get messy." Blossom growled. HIM snickered and glanced back at the boy that was beside him.

"Boomer, darling, do you want to go back to them?" Boomer glared at each of them before answering.

"No."

"And can you tell them all why?" HIM asked.

"Because I hate them. They all used me from the very beginning. My brothers bullied me until I wanted to die and the girls beat me senseless until I couldn't move. I want to destroy them all."

"Boomer, you don't mean that!" Bubbles yelled. Her eyes watered. She pushed away from Brick's protective hold and stood on her own two feet. "You don't mean any of that! HIM is lying to you! He won't make you a god! He'll use you to get what he wants, then he'll throw you away!" HIM chuckled.

"Don't listen to her, darling. Once you destroy them for me, you will be able to rule this planet by my side." He stroked Boomer's cheek before pecking a small kiss on his temple.

"You get your filthy claws off of him!" Bubbles shrieked. HIM giggled and lifted up both of his hands.

"You must need glasses again, dearest Bubbles because these are clearly hands!" Bubbles frowned.

"How'd you know—? Never mind…" Boomer stared at her with a blank expression. "Boomer, you can't let HIM win. If he wins then there will be nothing left! He will control you until it's all over, then he'll let you live with what you've done. Don't believe him! We're your family! We love and care about you. None of us want to harm you. We've made mistakes in the past, but that's not what matters. What matters is how much happier we make the future. Please, please snap out of it! We love you, Boomer, please! I love you!" Boomer's eyes began to change back to his original color. He frowned and clutched at his head.

"Bubbles?" He glanced at each one of them before turning to HIM. "You!" He lifted his fist, which held a fiery blue glow, and punched the demon in the face. HIM grunted and stumbled back. Boomer quickly moved to Bubbles' side.

"Ugh, you stupid child!" HIM lifted his hand and flicked his wrist. A strong, dark energy pulse shot out from his palm and shot out to each one of the teens and Rachel. They all flew backwards, hitting tables and chairs in their way. "I will be back for you, Boomer! This won't be over until I have won and you are all suffering in my realm for the rest of eternity!" With that, HIM phased into a cloud of red smoke. One last clap of thunder sounded before the pitter-patter of rain could be heard from the roof. The red hue of the room faded away, following after HIM.

Chapter 3

The dust from their crash dissipated. Simultaneous groans could be heard from each of them as they brushed off the dizziness of their falls.

"Ow! Damn, he really knows how to give an uppercut to the brain," Butch groaned rubbing his head and sitting up.

"Are you okay, Boomer?" Bubbles asked the blonde next to her.

"No. This isn't over. He's going to be back." He turned to Brick. "You said Mojo has a plan?" Brick brushed off the plaster that landed on him from the wall and nodded.

"Yeah." Boomer stood up. His face was plastered with newfound determination. He was ending this. He couldn't play the victim anymore. Those visions could not come true.

"We can't wait anymore. HIM is going to destroy us if we just sit around like a bunch of normal teenagers. We need to fight this if there is any hope for us and for the planet. We'll go to Mojo's two days from now and we. Will. End. This. No questions asked." The rest of the group looked on surprised at Boomer's sudden wave of leadership. Brick smirked and lifted himself off of the ground.

"I've got your back, little brother." Boomer smiled with a nod at Brick. Butch stood up and stretched.

"Well, I haven't had a good fight since we were kids so, eh, why not?" Boomer chuckled at his brother's nonchalant attitude. The girls and Rachel all stood ready to fight along with the boys.

"Time to pull the good 'ole super heroine costume from the closet, girls," Blossom noted.

"About damn time." Buttercup smirked, cracking her knuckles. Bubbles grinned and giggled.

"I will always stand by you, Boomer. No matter what happens." Rachel spoke up.

"And I'll help too." The group glanced over to a very wet, very determined Professor walk into the living room. "I heard all the commotion from my car and wanted to see if everything was alright. Turns out I was wrong. If you need me or my inventions, just say the word." Boomer nodded in thanks to the older male.

Brick removed his phone from his pocket.

"I'll inform Mojo. He better be ready for us." Brick dialed the number and jogged up the stairs to his room. Blossom looked on and decided to follow.

"Here, John, let's get you warm." Rachel grabbed Professor's arm and dragged him towards the laundry room for a warm towel. Buttercup and Butch left soon after. Bubbles glanced back at her boyfriend and smiled.

"Do you think we're ready for this? Are you ready for this? You might lose yourself if we do this, and I don't know if I'll be able to bring you back." Boomer closed the distance between them and gently grabbed her face. He brought her lips to his and kissed her with passion. He pulled away and smiled.

"Even if I do, we have to stop HIM. He can't do anymore damage than he already has. We have to stop him, one way or another. And if that means me being destroyed in the process, than so be it." Bubbles snuggled herself to his chest.

"Since when did you become so noble?" She asked with a giggle. Boomer chuckled along with her.

"I honestly have no idea."

"Boomer?" Bubbles asked.

"Yeah?"

"Promise me that we won't lose you. I don't know what I'd do without you." Boomer sighed.

"Bubbles…"

"I want you to promise!" She ordered fiercely, glancing up at him. He looked into her piercing blue eyes. Those eyes would be the death of him one day.

"I promise." Bubbles sighed and snuggled further into his chest. She hoped, oh how she hoped, that it wouldn't be the last moment she would ever hold him.

End of Part 26…

Hey Guys! I am back with another part! Next part will be the big showdown and the end of this story. But don't fret, there will be an Epilogue after it all goes down that will lead for the much anticipated sequel. I already have a name for it. I won't tell you though 'cause that'll ruin the surprise.

I feel so bad for Boomer. Like, honestly, he is going through some deep shit. And I really like HIM's outfit I put him in. I was like, hmm I need him to seem more menacing than when they were kinds, so let's take him out of his dress and put him in a business suit. What's more scary than Businessmen? The shades and cane just made him seem like more of a douche bag, lol.

So, that's all from me! Oh, and big thank you to my Beta,StraniqueGirl0684. If it wasn't for her, this part would've been all shades of fucked up, lol. Well, I will see you in the next and final part for our favorite superheroes!

Bye Guys!

~TheRedWolf