note: so I had this weird idea that's kind of DC inspired. Townsville is split into Townsville proper and Old Townsville, which is an over-sized prison. Kind of like Gotham City and Arkham City but if Arkham also punished those related/married to villians. Look I took creative lesson with the law don't at me. Blossom is abducted and turned into a weapon. Over time, she's slowly losing herself to the weapon. Anyway, Bubbles and Buttercup team up with the Rowdyruff Boys to bring her back. And they're lowkey the Suicide Squad. If they help rescue Blossom and stop her from destroying the world, the girls are free from being mistreated by the mayor and the boys are free in general.
Kind of a preview cause I wanted to know if anyone was interested.
Title from Losing Your Memory by Ryan Star.
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She touched down on the steps of the library just said he rounded the corner. Amaranth eyes scanning the pages of the book held open in her palms. Pulling the hood of the sweatshirt over his head, he raced towards the steps. His telltale crimson eyes hidden behind reflective glasses. Thrice he curtly whispered her name. His voice soft enough to not gain the attention of the few people on the sidewalk, but loud enough for her ears to perceive.
"What do you want?" she whispered hoarsely. Dull eyes focusing on him.
What did he want? She knew what he wanted.
"Brick," her voice pleading, "We've been over this. I have no power here."
His fists clenched at his side, heat radiating from the skin. Funny, Mojo designed him as a weapon to destroy her. Yet here he stood pleading with her for help. For twelve years, he would sneak passed the fortified walls to stand before her. Breathless as he argued for their right to return to the city proper. Fighting for the convicts and their families banished to three abandoned districts of Old Townsville. Mayor Practice led the charge. The man standing at a podium before all of Townville as he decreed the jail unsuitable against the wickedness tormenting their beloved city. His platform wholeheartedly supported by the Association of World Supers.
"This is asinine, Blossom. More than half the people back there are innocent citizens who were unlucky enough to be related to or married to a villain."
He watched as she winced. Her front two teeth harshly tugging at the flesh of her bottom lip. Worn, amaranth eyes silently begging him for an escape. He knew everything she would argue at this point, everything he would yell back. Both trapped in an endless dance where neither had any say in the outcome. She and her sisters a tool to keep compliance from those trapped behind the walls of Old Townsville. Three young girls forced to do the bidding of a malicious mayor who abhorred supers. He and his brother being the first inmates of Old Townsville after committing a petty offense.
He knew she tried. Unostentatiously observing as she advocated for better treatment. Especially for those who never committed a crime. He amassed quite the collection of CCTV videos where she went toe-to-toe with Mayor Practice, reaming into the man for his atrocities. Not that anyone knew of said videos.
Yet nothing came of her support. The mayor and his cronies on the council disregarding everything she said.
"Brick, I can't keep doing this." The break in her voice giving away her exhaustion. "Nothing I do will change his mind."
With a sigh, he nodded. He knew what the outcome would be even before he snuck around the guards and the security measures.
"You know he's wrong."
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. A girl once so filled with hope broken at what her city had become. "I know. Fuck, I know."
He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't have. But it felt so good to be free, even for a moment. Groaning, he darted back down the steps and into a darkened alley.
He should not have come.
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Kicking a bent tin can, Brick made his way down the sidewalk towards the decrepit movie theater. Home to him and his brothers for the last twelve years.
Just as he could distinguish the falling letters of the marquee, Boomer jumped out from the alley. Cold fingers brushing against the metal bracelet secured to Brick's wrist. The movement irritating the small needles penetrating his skin. Hurriedly, Boomer dragged him down a labyrinth of alleys to a small electronics store.
Of the twelve televisions displayed in the window, one miraculously still worked. Someone captured what transpired between the two of them. The video continuing even after Brick stormed off.
"Boom, what's the-" he hadn't been able to finish his sentence.
An explosion erupted on the screen as the Townsville Public Library went up in smokes. The video abruptly ended, revealing the anchorwoman instead. A cold, calculated voice discussed how the medical examiners would not be able to identify most of the victims. Their bodies horribly disfigured and severely burned from the incident. Blossom's body had not been found among the wreckage.
Leaning forward in her chair, the woman pointed at the image appearing on the screen. A crummy picture of Brick looted from some CCTV footage. She accused him of being the man who attempted to kill Blossom Utonium.
"Fuck."
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note: does this sound okay? Should I continue? Grammarly kept telling me to fix my sentences and then when I did it would take points off my writing score. I'm like hoe come on.