Born This Way

by STFUSAM

"Let's fill a school with teens with supernatural abilities, they said. It'll be great, they said." Throw in three former super villains, hormones, crazy friends, and a new villain plotting in the shadows and thousands of power hungry kids...and what do you get? Chaos of course.

9. Chapter 9

AN: All rights to the Powerpuff Girls belong to Craig McCracken.

Born This Way:

Winter is Coming

"When have I done anything rash or irresponsible?"

-Buttercup Utonium

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"Where is your brother, Boomer?"

The boy in question couldn't even answer her if he really wanted to. The glowing hand crushing his throat prevented it. He couldn't say he was surprised though. This was long overdue. Now the only thing he could think of was how the hell he was going to talk his way out of this one.

Count to ten Boomer. One, two, three, four…see you're doing great. Just keep counting and try not to focus on the bitch that was currently strangling the shit out of you.

Five, six, seven... Swallowing the little saliva he had left down his throat, he opened his mouth to inquire what had crawled up her ass but he didn't want to give her any reason to snap his neck in an instant. So instead, he glared at her with a hatred that burned from the tips of his toes, to top of his head. Boomer felt like he was back in grade school when he was nothing but a whiny shrimp compared to his two brutish brothers. His jaw trembled under Blossom's scathing gaze; feeling like a rabbit that had just been caught by a hungry wolf.

Frosty. Menacing. Malicious. The complete and utter opposite of the components she was made of. Eight, nine, ten. Boomer started to wonder if Buttercup's spice components had accidentally mixed in with hers.

Blossom decided that she was being a little too generous with the air he was receiving and squeezed even harder. Boomer wheezed and choked. He would've thrashed and fought against her; real Rowdyruff style–if he could wiggle his thumbs that is. Blossom's fingers were strategically digging into his pressure points. Fucking bitch.

Okay, Boomer. Think. How the hell are you going to get yourself out of this one? He thought frantically to himself and as if she could hear him, the silent storm which was Blossom, glowered down at him.

"I am going to release you." She spoke firmly, her tone daring him to provoke her. "If you try anything, I will make you regret it, Boomer Jojo."

Teeth clenched, Boomer mentally tutted. The only one who was going to be hurt here, was her when he was through with her. He planned on being thorough about it too.

The moment the pressure was lessened from his throat, Boomer took in a greedy breath and thanked whatever God that still had faith in him; all while damning Blossom to hell.

"Fucking bitch!" He immediately roared at her, his throat on fire. "You must have a death wish!"

Boomer moved quickly to create some distance between the two of them, but the collar of his shirt was now on the receiving end of redhead's deadly grip. His head viciously snapped back from the brusque force of her snatching him back to her. Face to face; Boomer never thought that the color pink could be considered something frightening but lo and behold.

"Enough! Where is your brother?"

Boomer glowered at her in response. If the girl thought she could just toss him around to get answers out of him, she was surely mistaken. Besides, although Butch had it coming, Boomer would be damned if he sicked this psychotic pink bitch on his brother. He would rather take her on himself and kick Butch's ass later for all his troubles.

Sure, he may sort of have himself to blame for this little predicament. But...he wasn't the one that helped destroy a good chunk of the city. If it wasn't for Alice's untimely curiosity, he wouldn't even be in this mess. He wouldn't have been forced to give Bubbles his shirt, which ultimately led to him seeing her partially naked and later on, copping a quick feel of the beautiful jugs. He could still feel how soft they were in the palm of his hands.

Alright...maybe I did go a little overboard. Not that he would ever admit that to her, that is.

His scandalous actions would warrant why he was in this position, along with the fact that his brother was public enemy number one right now. But one would think that one of Townsville's famed superheroines would have more pressing matters right about now. Like, a monster attack for example.

"Shouldn't you be more worried about the overgrown lizard than my dumbass of a brother?" Boomer asked with a look of askance. "And just where have you been anyways? Not that I care, but your sisters have been bitching nonstop since you disappeared."

The pinkette just stared back glacially; looking more like a robot than a girl that although man made, seemed more human than most kids they went to school with. And that was saying a lot.

Blossom blinked slowly, as if she was still processing what he had just said. Boomer quirked a blonde brow. Okay...weird.

Taking the initiative, Boomer decided he had enough of being the Puff's hostage and took her thin wrist in his larger hand. He squeezed in hope of popping her hand clean off. That's when the fire suddenly returned to Blossom's eyes as it seemed she snapped back to reality. The fist that held Boomer's collar twisted and the air around them grew heavy from both of their energies battling for dominance.

"Let go of me. Final warning." Boomer growled dangerously through clenched teeth. The electrons around him were going haywire. If Blossom didn't release him, he had no qualms about blowing Townsville's beloved heroine sky high.

Blossom growled right back; her own force of pink energy pushing at his cobalt blue one. "I want your brother, Boomer."

"Yeah," Boomer sneered, uncaring. "So do half the girls at our school. Get in line." A deep scowl sunk into the ginger's face. Blossom sucked her teeth.

"Useless."

It took a second for Boomer to realize he was falling in midair and then another for his brain to register the searing pain he felt in his abdomen from Blossom Utonium fucking sucker punching him. Now it's been years since The Powerpuff Girls and Rowdyruff Boys had actually fought but right about now...Boomer was feeling a little nostalgic. Truce be damned.

It's fucking on then!

There was a resounding crack in the air as he caught himself mid fall and blasted full speed to where he last saw the bitch, but Blossom proved to be no slouch. Almost immediately after his pursuit, a sprinkling amount of pink energy beams were flying straight at him. Boomer managed to dodge and avoid a good five or six before the seventh came too close for comfort and singed off some of the flesh on his shoulder.

Boomer released a frustrated grunt. Two shirts ruined in one day. Just my fucking luck.

Conjuring his signature bat in his right hand, he swung with precision, sending the rest of Blossom's energy beams back at her. She dodged them with ease and that only egged on the blue Ruff even more.

"That's all you got!?" Boomer jeered savagely, soaring straight towards her. "Thought you were going to hurt me!"

Blossom seemed to anticipate this, for she didn't move. With a click of her tongue, she glared down at the seething, bullheaded Ruff. "That's right, idiot. Come at me." Like a moth to a flame, Boomer did just that.

Using his momentum against him, Blossom quickly side stepped his full body assault. But Boomer was one step ahead of her. Quickly firing off an energy blast from his empty hand, he used the added momentum and swung his body around to crack Blossom across the face with his bat. With the tables turned, Blossom was now the one sent flying.

In the air, Blossom's vision swirled. The little blonde punk had damn near knocked her head off of her shoulders. The little wretch! She hadn't even planned to get into a scuffle with the boy. All she wanted was answers but once again, her impatience had gotten the best of her.

"Like always."

Blossom gritted her teeth. Catching herself before she plummeted to the ground, she kicked forward and slammed right into Boomer who

chased after her with relentless aggression. The two of them clashed together with a shockwave so loud, it would've shattered any nearby person's eardrums. They were both too busy trying to rip one another's throats out to acknowledge the sound.

"You aggravating little pest!" Blossom snarled, her bloody teeth bared in contempt. Grabbing hold of the arm that brandished his bat, she head butted him and grinned cruely when she heard the satisfying sound of his nose crack. Boomer went rigid.

"Fuck!" Blood gushed out of Boomer's nose and sprayed onto Blossom. She looked absolutely psychotic with her pearly white grin stained with his blood. Taking another crack at him, Boomer howled when he felt his nose split open. His blood painted her twisted face and he wanted nothing more than to rip the damn grin clean off.

She was going to pay for that one. Dematerializing his bat, he went for her throat and sent a shock so powerful, it literally blew the pinkette back fifty feet. If she was any normal person, Blossom's head would've been shot clean off her shoulders.

Luckily for her, she was only temporarily paralyzed but that just meant that Boomer had full reign in pounding the girl into the ground below them. Teleporting, he was on her within seconds. His sparking fists felt like mini freight trains as they rained down onto Blossom's face and torso.

Crash landing into a city street, Boomer was still going to town on Blossom, beating her deeper into the crater that they had created. Blossom's face was painted red and blue from Boomer's large fists and the boy showed no signs of letting up. At this point, he couldn't tell if she was still paralyzed or unconscious but he didn't care. Once his fist first cracked against the know it all Puff's skull, his mind was set on beating the infuriating large ego out of the girl. Once and for all.

Boomer was a man on a mission but Blossom lived and breathed them, and she always had an ace up her sleeve.

Boomer wasn't even aware of what was going on around him. The dumb fool was too focused on taking out his insecurities that he didn't notice the sudden rapid decrease in temperature.

The cold seeped out of the redhead in waves and Blossom relished in it. She couldn't even feel the blonde Ruff's punches anymore as her skin hardened under a diamond hard layer of ice beneath her skin. The Chemical X in her veins worked overtime to heal the bruises and cuts left on her face–which meant she needed to wrap this up before he noticed.

Maneuvering her legs that were stuck between his legs, Blossom's knees knocked against his thighs, throwing Boomer off balance. Fumbling, he didn't even have time to block before the bottom of two size nine Nike's landed square on his face. Boomer thought he felt his skull crack as he slid across the pavement and crashed through a small corner Target.

Blossom stepped into the store, not even a second later and Boomer swore he saw five of her. The Chemical X in his system wasn't healing his concussion fast enough and that's when he felt his heart drop to his ass. Panicking, he sent an energy blast at what he thought was Blossom but was proven mistaken when he heard that modest, condescending laugh that only a person of her caliber could master.

Blossom walked in through the demolished opening of the store as if she owned the place. She didn't even blink when she shot an energy blast of her own at Boomer's torso. He cried out as he felt the heat from the blast melt his shirt and flesh away. She sent two more at his ankles to make sure he stayed down. To see him writhe from the pain was just an added bonus.

"Look at you," Blossom sneered, moving towards him like a hunter who had finally cornered their game. "Utterly pathetic." She giggled at the ire twisting at his face. His teeth threatened to break from the sheer force of how hard he was clenching them.

Boomer was going to kill her. He imagined himself conjuring a sword and shoving it into the Puff's chest. Or maybe he'll go straight for that fucking head of her's. She was real proud of that.

"You fucking bitch…" He snarled, willing himself to get up. Blossom stopped him in his tracks with a chilling foot on his chest. Wagging a finger at him, she smirked.

"See, all of this could've been avoided if you cooperated from the start. You just had to provoke my hand, Boomer."

Boomer's spit fell on her shoe with a red hue. "Fuck you! As if I'll tell you where my brother is," He sat up as far as Blossom's foot would allow him and hissed at her. "News flash, Puff, we don't fucking like you."

Oddly enough, she leaned in just as he did and with a quirk of a brow, she snarled just the same, "That's not my fucking problem."

Boomer was too caught off guard from hearing her actually swear than to fight the chill that was spreading across his torso. His ribs felt like frail icicles in his chest, cracking as his body temperature plummeted lower and lower.

And without another word, Blossom's foot crushed them.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

Blossom kneaded her temples as she stepped away from a now unconscious Boomer. Her head suddenly throbbed intensely. "Child, what have I said about yelling?"

I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GO EASY ON THE BLONDES! HE BETTER NOT BE DEAD!

"And you continue to yell…" Blossom murmured with a groan."Things wouldn't have had to come to this if your little blonde friend would have been cooperative." Vacant pink eyes stared indifferently at the mess the two super beings had made in the store. The Target now had several entrances. "I don't know what you see in those brainless sacks of meat. I much rather prefer this girl who's body I'm occupying. At least she has some substance."

Shut up. Who I concern myself with doesn't matter right now. I'm allowing you to spread your legs and have some fun; the least you could do is abide by my wishes.

"Watch how you speak to me or I may just forget this little charade we're playing." Blossom growled at the voice in her head. Immediately, the immense pain in her head had returned making her wince.

No, you watch it! Do as I say or else I'll make sure you'll never see the light of day again! Also, you have an hour left. I decided to cut your little fun short for your disobedience.

Then, the voice was gone and so was the building pressure on her temples. Blossom growled, sparking the heat in her eyes. She wanted to kill something.

"Damn that brat!" Livid, she threw a stray shelf outside of one of the holes Boomer had made in the wall.

For a moment, she considered turning around and finishing Boomer off for good. That would show the fucking brat. She mused malevolently, but thought better of it. Although it would make things interesting around what she thought was a rather mundane city–her position would be compromised.

Besides...she had much more satisfying plans for having fun around Townsville. Why ruin them by complicating things? Speaking of fun...she only had an hour left. Might as well finish what they started.

Smirking to herself, she took off into the dark sky, leaving Boomer and only a pink streak behind.

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You freaking...ASSHOLE!" Bubbles roared with her fists bursting into twin blue flames. She never imagined herself yelling at a person like this, let alone Butch. Sure she had her short outbursts in the past, and then those few times with Boomer but this was nothing like those moments. Bubbles wanted to wail on Butch until he was black and blue. There was no one here that would hold her back if she decided to go Hardcore on his ass.

Nonetheless, the feeling was mutual on the ravenette's end. Butch was at his whit's end with Bubbles high pitched banshee screaming. Her tough girl act was cute at first but now he was on the edge of ripping out the annoying bitch's larynx. To think, all he was doing was trying to help the weak ass Powderpuff's.

Alright...his plan may have not been the best but they managed to knock the motherfucker out, didn't they? That had to count for something. Plus, if he didn't come along, Kittypuff would've been digested by now and Butterbitch and Banshee Puff standing before him would've probably been out for the count too.

He rolled his eyes. A bunch of ungrateful motherfuckers. I swear.

Then they act like their sister not being there to do her job is fucking his fault. It's not his fault that the bossy bitch had started slacking. Like, really...a headache? That's her excuse for disappearing? If he would've told Brick some shit like that, his deranged tight ass of an older brother would have performed a lobotomy on him right then and there. Then make him fight with the rod still sticking out of his head.

Now here they are; throw a little wrench in their plans, and they all fall apart. Some superheroes. He had to snort at that. One would think that from all the years they've been fighting gigantic monsters and crime, the bitches would know how to adapt to any situation by now. Shit, that's what him and his brothers do and they're not even heroes. How pathetic.

Tuning back into the blondes excessive screaming, Butch mentally groaned. Yeah, it was about time he left this shit show. He did his part. He got mutant Barney to the beach for them; the dumbass Izekiel will figure out a way to kill it since he had the smart idea to wake it back up. Fucking dumbass. Speaking of him, he still owed the bastard an ass whooping for putting his hands on Boomer.

Heh, I ain't forget.

"Just where the hell do you think you're going?!" Bubbles screeched as he idly floated past her. She couldn't believe the gall of the boy. He thought he could just swoop in and screw things up for them and then just leave?! Oh hell no!

Quick as lightning, Bubbles dug her fingers into the crook of Butch's elbow. "Were not done here!"

Butch scoffed at her from over his shoulder before gruffly shaking her off. "Yes we are, Blondie. You all wanted me to leave and now," He dramatically waved his hands out at her. "I'm 're welcome, by the way."

Bubbles scoffed at his audacity. With her cheeks puffed out and eyes narrowed, she favored a child that had just gotten her favorite toy taken away. "You were expecting a thank you, of all things? Are you that full of yourself?"

"Well I did help get the monster to the beach, didn't I?"

Bubbles eyes burned into him. "You really are full of it! A good chunk of the city was destroyed because of that plan of yours!"

"But it was a plan that you and your sister chose to fucking go along with, was it not?" Things we're getting heated now. It was taking a lot for Butch to not hit the girl in her mouth, and he honestly didn't want to but she was surely pushing him there. "I didn't force you bitches to do anything!"

Slowly, she floated into the ruffians flight path and looked him dead in the eyes. Bubbles wanted to be up close and personal so she could make sure Butch was going to grasp everything she was about to say. Honestly, what part of, you're not supposed to even be here, did he not understand? She has had plenty of time to think and reflect on everything that has gone on and she was tired. How her supposed to be fun day turned into this, was truly baffling.

Sure monster attacks have cut a lot of her free time short, but today has been the absolute worst! First, she's abandoned and used as dragon bait. Then she gets smacked through a building to save this ungrateful, hardheaded asshole. Promptly ruining her super cute outfit might she add!

Don't get her started on what happened next. She practically flashed his perverted brother and was forced to wear his stupid shirt–which was now just as tattered as her sports bra underneath it. Bubbles was only happy that it didn't reveal too much.

It didn't stop the smell though. You would think that being thrown in the ocean would wash out Boomer's cologne, but nope! The damn thing still smelled like him–WAIT!

Bubbles brusquely recoiled back, startling Butch in the process. Inquisitively, he cocked a single brow at her as he watched the little screws turn in that little head of hers. Her eyes were focused blankly on the ground below them, as her face was screwed up in deep thought.

Butch blanched as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. It was time to leave and fast.

Woo never mentioned that I was thrown in the water. Bubbles mused, skeptically. She said I passed out after we destroyed part of the city and that Cecilia woke me up. But now that I really think about it...that doesn't sound right.

Sapphire irises kissed the back of her lids whilst she kneaded the bridge of her nose. Butch moved to briskly float past her but Bubbles stopped him dead in his tracks with a firm hand on his chest.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Butch chanted the expletive as if he was saying a prayer. Right now the only thing he wished was that some higher power would prevent the girl in front of him from remembering anything that happened an hour ago.

"Hey, Blondie…" Butch began, trying to deflect the situation from anything but that incident. Bubbles wasn't having it though. She snapped at him.

"Shut up, Butch! I'm trying to remember something important"

Dear God, if you're up there...please spare my baby bro this one time. Butch was sweating bullets as if he was the one that groped the baby Puff's boobs.

Now let's see...I remember being all wet and then there's, Butch?! She glared up at the ravenette in question; who surprisingly looked like he was about shit his pants. Mmm...yes, Butch. She could point out his shade of green eyes from anywhere. They were as distinct as Buttercup's.

Bubbles eyes narrowed dangerously, as she recalled the salacious grin on his face at the time and then she remembered her sandcastle and how the jerk smashed it. After that, she was in the air, chasing him along with Buttercup. A small smirk graced her lips when she remembered the loud cry Butch let out when she rammed him in the balls. Serves him right...

Then she heard Blossom's distant screams, along with another familiar, huskier one.

Woo was leaving and Buttercup was yelling.

"WOO, JUST WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?"

"Far, far away from here."

Then, suddenly there was a flash of blue and a pair of sinful, cobalt blue eyes staring back at her and large, dexterous hands grabbing at her chest. That huskier voice she heard before belonged to no other than, Boomer. She could still feel his rough hands on her chest as his deep, animated voice fanned her face.

"Wow, they really are as soft as they look."

Frozen, Bubbles chin was to the floor and not even a breath escaped her gaping mouth. On Butch's end, he prayed to God that she would just up and faint again but unfortunately...God had other plans. Bubbles pretty face steadily twisted into an ugly snarl.

"I'm going to fucking murder him…"

Butch choked on his spit at the sight of Bubbles normally bright, joyful sapphires visibly darken. He himself witnessed Boomer completely lose his shit whenever he would go too far with his constant teasing and it wasn't pretty. His little brother would never fully succeed in beatinghim, so to speak but he would be lying if he said he would come out of the fight unscathed. Boomer could really serve a beating if you really pushed him there and if that counterpart shit is true, then he didn't doubt Bubbles was just the same.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He tried to snuff out the situation by placing his hands on her shoulders–you know, to calm her. That proved to be the wrong move because Bubbles abruptly stole Butch across the jaw with a powerful uppercut. His entire body flew back from the force of her punch and he swore to tell no one about the stars he just saw.

Quickly snapping out of it, Butch squared his shoulders and fixed the blonde with a fierce glare of his own. "Ya' know, I'm not above fighting you, Blondie."

Bubbles rolled her neck around her shoulders and a sharp crack came from the action. With her eyes in slits, she shot him a look that could wake the dead.

"Good."

Butch was strong but Bubbles was fast. She was on him within a fraction of a second, her punches feeling like mini tanks as they rained down on his arms. Butch blocked and weaved through everything she threw at him while they flew haphazardly through the air. Throwing his shield up, Bubbles was forcefully shoved back, caught off guard. He took this moment to ram into her, much like Buttercup did before with the monster they were fighting but Bubbles was one step ahead of him. She teleported away the second his shield shattered and materialized right behind him.

Butch grimaced. Shit. Forgot she could do that too. Not a second later, he was blocking a fierce axe kick that was threatening to split his head wide open. The impact singed away some of the flesh around his wrist and he couldn't but whistle. If she wasn't aiming to ultimately kill him, he would be giving the girl her props. Instead, he latched onto her ankle and yanked the blonde to him to deliver a hard elbow kick to her throat. Bubbles was left stunned and wheezing.

Using this to his advantage, Butch sent a furry of powered jab hook combos at her. Bubbles head flew back whichever way Butch's fist sent her and a spectators view, the sight would've honestly been comical. Of course, Bubbles didn't find it funny. Teleporting away again; only this time she didn't make haste to reappear. Butch barked out a laugh at this.

"What's wrong, Goldilocks? We were barely getting started!"

A flash of light blue was all he saw before he felt the jolting pain of one of his ribs cracking on his left side. Another flash came and he felt like the back of his head was on fire.

"H–holy shit," He brought a hand to the back of his head and sure enough, he was bleeding. This didn't perturb the green brute in the slightest. Butch grinned like a maniac. "Alright, Bubz! We playing hide and seek now? I'm game!" Engulfing himself in his shield, he glared wildly at the open sky around him. "C'mon lover, ain't no way you're getting passed my shield. Might as well come out, come out, wherever you are!"

CRACK!

Butch turned–and there she was in all her twisted glory. Looking much like a beat up Cynthia doll–with all her hair–Bubbles looked absolutely deranged crouching over his newly cracked shield. He smirked savagely. Well hello gorgeous.

"You're looking a little worse for wear there, Bubbles." Butch cooed mockingly, poking the bear. Bubbles cracked more of his shield with another powerful punch that Butch easily repaired. She growled at him.

"You and your brother are dead! You hear me, Butch?DEAD!" He shook his head as he folded his arms behind his head. His relaxed state only added more fuel to the fire and Bubbles wanted to scorch him right with her.

"Now lover, why don't we just relax and talk this out? We could easily solve this." Bubbles teeth were visible through her snarl. She was livid.

"Don't fucking patronize me! You're disgusting brother groped me and you won't get it through your thick skull to just leave!" Her voice grew shrill as she got louder and louder with each word she threw at him. Butch immediately began to pale. He had a gut feeling where this was leading to.

"Yeah, yeah, I understand that…Boomer is a bit of an idiot." He said, trying to reconcile with the irate girl. Butch knew he was getting nowhere though. "I try to teach him about respecting women, ya' know? But he's a bit of a slow learner–"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BUTCH!"

The sound of his shield shattering rang through Butch's ears. Bubbles sonic scream had decimated the thing completely and promptly blew him back. He staggered in the air as he struggled to find his balance again. Bubbles constant screaming was making it hard for him.

"ALL YOU DO IS TALK, TALK, TALK," Each of her words were punctuated with piercing wail, growing louder than the last. It also didn't help that she wasn't that far away. Butch could feel traces of blood beginning to leak out of his ears. His vision swirled.

"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU!"

Butch blenched. Blocking out her earth shattering screams has proven to be futile. Running away was pointless too–his pride wouldn't allow it–and the fuming girl's voice seemed to stretch for miles. Deciding to do what he did best, he sucked it up and fought through searing the pain. Starting with a quick quip. "Jesus, Blondie, all this yelling can't be good for the throat. Someone's gonna need that one day."

Bubbles lunged for him like a bat out of hell.

Still disoriented from her sonic screams, Butch didn't have the time to evade her fast enough. Latching onto his right arm, Bubbles twisted it as if she was wringing out a soaked towel and not pure flesh and bone. Butch released a scream that didn't sound at all human. His skin rippled and tore as she continued to turn his arm into a pretzel, breaking his arm in the process. He did know whether he heard his arm or his teeth cracking from how tightly he was clenching his jaw. Butch's face was a ugly mass of unadulterated pain and anger. His radius bone angrily jutted out of his arm, and the damn girl showed no signs of stopping. He needed to get her off before she took his whole arm off out of rage.

Hooking his good arm around the Puff's head, he grabbed the back of her neck with a crushing grip. Armored with his shield, Butch threw his head back before colliding it with Bubbles forehead. There was another ear shattering crack and then again and again he head butted the girl until he could see nothing but the white meat and those stormy blue eyes of hers began to roll to the top of her head.

Butch's headbutt's could collapse houses. Bubbles surprisingly still seemed lucid. Blood and pus dolled her pretty face. He would've had something snarky to say if he wasn't in so much pain himself. He carefully pulled away from the dazed blonde. His mutilated arm fell limply at his side. He had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out–like some wuss.

"Fucking hell…" Butch grimaced as he popped his shoulder back into place. Now as for his radius–he took a deep breath. The snap that came from him pushing the bone back into place was unsettling even for his standards. He could take a lot of things, but the sight of his own bones sticking out of his body was something he could very much live without seeing ever again. Feeling the Chemical X working overtime to mend the broken bones and skin instantaneously eased some of his tension. Some of it.

He still had Blondie to worry about. Although, she was still reeling from the head butt's he dished at her. Bubbles eyes were glazed over and unfocused, staring off to nowhere in particular. Her arms and legs dangled loosely; her fingers twitching periodically. Butch was surprised Bubbles was still able to float.

Chemical X is one son of a bitch! Butch thought with a low whistle echoing inside his head. He shook his head once before starting his trek back to campus; leaving Bubbles before she regained her senses and tried to kill him again. His arm was only halfway healed and Butch doubted he could take another Hardcore Bubbles drama with one arm–not that he wouldn't try. Plus, he needed to get back before Boomer snitches and tells Brick everything. He needed to find something to say to at least save some of his ass from Brick's wrath–and don't get him started on Princess. The fiery redhead was going to skin him alive.

Well, at least Boomerang is going to be right there with me. Butch thought with a small wistful smile. "I'm so fucking dead…"

Butch had barely parted ways from Bubbles when he thought something pink had caught his eye and then ruthlessly slammed right into him, throwing him back. The force was molten hot. Hot enough that it damn well burned a hole through his shirt and took some of his flesh right along with it. Fuck fuck fuck!

Glowing green eyes glared down at his inflamed skin. He was going to throttle whoever thought it was a good idea to sneak up on him. Shit, if you had the balls to hit him, at least do it head on. That way it'll be easier for him to rip the person's head smooth off their shoulders. His face twisted into something menacing as he prepared himself for yet another fight he had no time to have. He was mentally and physically ready to make quick work of the dumbass when he literally watched as what appeared to be a demon literally spawn out of the dark clouds.

Emphasis on the demon part because the fiery head leader looked no way angelic like the everything nice components she was created from. Honestly, Butch couldn't think of a time that the girl had made him this rattled before–let alone any girl. Miss Hardcore Bubbles had him on edge, no doubt but he was used to violence based from rage. He spent a happy portion of his childhood fighting Butterbitch after all.

But this was different…

Blossom Utonium descended from the sooty clouds as if she was the bringer of death; ready to turn the earth and all its inhabitants into an icy wasteland. The piercing chill that wafted off of the girl and through Butch, made the hair on his body stand up on end. His throat felt raw.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't the person I was looking for." Blossom said airily, as if she was plucking lint from off her sweater. Butch wanted to curse at that infuriating condescending tone of hers but...his voice was lost to him at the moment. His teeth knocked together inside his jaw. He didn't even realize when he had started shivering.

Snapping himself out of it, Butch glared up impishly at the redhead. "Looks like I'm in high demand today," His lip curled charismatically. "Where ya' been? Your sisters have been looking for you ya' know?" She harrumphed and Butch raised a thick brow.

"So they've been looking for me instead of doing their job?" With a tut, Blossom rolled her eyes. "How typical…"

Butch squinted at her. The ravenette couldn't put his finger on it, but something about the redhead was off. Yeah, she was scarier than usual but there was something else about Blossom that was ominously triggering. It was definitely time to leave now.

"Well, Blossy," He began carefully, leveling her cold gaze with his own scalding one. "I'm willing to ignore that sneaky hit if you let me go right now. I need to get back before Boomer starts blabbing his mouth off to Brick."

She stared back, unflinchingly and he coolly jutted a thumb behind him.

"I tried leaving earlier but your fucking sister there went ballistic on me. She might be out for a little while again."

Blossom, looking absolutely indifferent to the explanation just said, "Is that so?" Butch blinked like an idiot.

What, no 'language'. No, 'what the hell did you do my sister?' Shit, she didn't even ask about Butters.

Alarms went off inside his dense head. Something was definitely wrong with the girl in front of him. Butch flinched when Blossom began to float closer.

"An eye for an eye then. I had also gotten into a short tussle with your younger sibling not too long ago," Forest green eyes flashed. "Clearly I was the victor as were you..." Butch didn't hear anything the Puff was saying after she had mentioned Boomer. He took a deep breath, trying to control his rage as the Puff got closer and closer.

You see, Butch was a simple guy. He liked to have a good time. He liked getting laid. He liked challenges. He was a typical teenage boy. Butch didn't fuck with you unless you fucked with him first–that also included his brothers. You did not want to fuck with his brothers, especially his baby bro. Harming Boomer automatically signs you up for an ass whooping. The youngest Rowdyruff would grow up and complain about being able to handle his own but Butch would hear none of it. Boomer was his baby brother and that gave him full rights to squash anybody that chose to mess with him. No questions asked and no explanation needed.

"Butch, you can't beat up everyone that Boomer gets in a fight with." Brick drawled, looking between both of his disheveled younger brothers. He had to be the one to pull the two idiots from brutally maiming some dumbasses that decided it would be a good idea to test their powers on seasoned X-preteens.

"Yeah, Butch! I could've taken'em on my own!" Boomer pouted, folding his arms over his chest.

Butch snapped at him. "I don't give a fuck. Don't nobody fuck with a Rowdyruff and gets away with it!" He emphasized with a fist pounding at his chest and that was that.

Shaking, Butch was going to remind Blossom just exactly why he was nicknamed the Baron of Berserk. He was ready to shatter the redhead's jaw the second she floated into his swinging range. Let's see how smug she'll she look after–

"Blossom?"

The girl in question stopped short. "Oh, so you've finished healing?" Blossom said, sounding more disappointed than relieved. Butch caught the underlying tone but the girl behind him did not. He felt his eye twitch.

Bubbles, restored and back in action came up from behind Butch with a wary look in those bright blue eyes. She looked almost tearful.

"Oh Blossom, you're back! Are you alright? You just vanished out of nowhere. Everyone was so worried about you. Where'd you go?" Overwhelmed by the overload of questions, Blossom brusquely placed a hand up.

"Enough!" Using that same hand, she rubbed miserably at her temples, ignoring the crestfallen look on her sister's face. Butch glare deepened. He wanted to knock Blossom's teeth in. Not because he felt bad for Bubbles, although her sister was being a total bitch at the moment. No–it was because he could relate to Bubbles in a way that any sibling could whenever their brother or sister might be in any danger. Blossom just dropped off the face of the earth for a couple hours and finally showed her stupid face and now she has the nerve to be annoyed with her worried little sister? On top of that, she just finished beating up his own little brother. Butch wanted to rearrange her fucking face.

"You're a real bitch, you know that, Pinky?" Butch sneered with a rough laugh. He shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. "You've been MIA this whole fucking time and have the nerve to come back with an attitude. My bro brother would never."

Bubbles gave him a nasty side eye. "Shut up, Butch."

"No, you shut the fuck up! You should be the one that's pissed here! Your fucking Leader Girl here left y'all high and fucking dry without a single word!"

Bubbles met his fierce gaze with one of her own. "Screw off, Butch! We wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't showed up! Now shut the hell up and leave before I really take your arm off!"

"You both can shut the fuck up!"

Both teens nearly broke their necks. Wide eyed, and slack jawed, they stared stupefied at the vexed redhead.

"Blossom...did you just swear?" Bubbles queried, dubiously.

Just as dumbfounded but still an ass at heart, Butch answered for her. "What are you, deaf and dumb?"

Bubbles had something hot to say on her tongue but with a sharp glare from Blossom, she swallowed the words right back down. Blossom pinned them both down with a scathing glare for what felt like hours before she decided to speak.

"Now that you two are finished your infernal bickering, I can finally say that yes Butch, I am not pleased." Blossom turned her glare on Bubbles who just blinked at her stupidly. "I am not pleased at all because when I finally return, I see that everything is still just as I left it."

Bubbles face fell. "Blossom..."

Pink eyes narrowed, Blossom hissed at her sister like a snake warning off predators. "I'm not finished. I've been gone for almost two hours, just to come back and find that not only is that monster not dead yet, but this cretin," She pointed at Butch, making him slightly jump. "Is still fucking here! Can you and Buttercup accomplish anything without me or are you both just so insanely incompetent that you can't even do the simplest of tasks?"

Yikes. Butch winced. He knew there would be no way that Blondie could take a verbal lashing that hard. The small sniffles he could hear only confirmed what he thought was true.

"Bubbles? Are you seriously about to cry?" Blossom asked, exasperated, rubbing more salt into the open wound.

Bubbles bit her lip, sniffling even more as she shook her head. "I–I'm not crying…" She somehow managed to squeak out, sounding much like a wounded puppy. Butch tried his hardest not to look her way. Not that he felt bad but...out of respect. He has been through enough verbal beatings from Brick to know how the blonde was feeling. Okay, I feel a tad bit bad.

Indifferent to her sister's feelings, Blossom released a sigh with a roll of her eyes. "Good. Now quit your sniveling. Don't let this moron see you looking pathetic like this. We're supposed to be the heroes here."

Butch's eye twitched. "Some hero you are, leaving your sisters to do all the damn dirty work Blondie here should be wailing on your ass." He spat, blatantly ignoring the teary glance Bubbles had given him. The look pulled at the very few heartstrings he thought was reserved only for his brothers and sometimes even Princess. For all his sake, he hoped he wasn't starting to go soft. The thought alone made his stomach wrench.

"Your opinion wasn't asked for, Ruff, nor was it needed. Know your place." Blossom retorted, nose high in the air as she glared down at him. She spat the name as if she just found gum stuck on the bottom on her shoe. Butch glared acidly at her. He was completely done with her shit and like they keep saying–he wasn't even supposed to be here.

"As if I give a fuck. You go missing for hours and then waltz your narrow tight ass back here criticizing everyone like you're something special," It was his turn to shoot her with that high and mighty look she always had molded onto her face. Butch growled at her. "If I was your sister, I would split your shit wide open!"

The temperature dropped and the air between the two X-teens was ominous.

"Is that what you want to do, Ruff?" Blossom's voice was as cold as the air around them. "You want to split me open?"

Bubbles stood on edge. Her stomach was doing somersaults. That feeling she got back at school a few days ago was back and it never lied. She needed to do something instead of just standing there being pitiful. She didn't know what changed and if she was even right, but she couldn't help but feel responsible for the situation right now. Is Butch freaking Jojo...defending me? The hell–

"Oh Blossy~" Butch barked out a laugh, rough and scathing as his power spasmed around him. The wide grin he cracked would unsettle even the most sanest of men. Bubbles even thought he was drooling a little and froze. "The things I want to do to you, can't be put into words."

Blossom's power pushed at his erratic force in waves, cold and poised just as she was. She waved a hand at Butch, beckoning him to her. "Then come. You came here seeking entertainment, yeah? I'll be sure to give you it."

Bubbles eyes nearly sprang from their sockets. "Blossom, wait!" She lunged forward to fly between the two powerhouses but an abrupt crack of green energy pushed her back. She turned and was met face to face with Butch's unhinged grin. His large hand gripped her shoulder.

"Now, now Goldilocks. Don't worry. Pinky and I have some business we need to take care of." He gazed back at the said girl, eyes wide and shimmering. "And I hate to be the one to keep a lady waiting, so how about you catch up with Butters, hmm?"

Bubbles wanted to scream, in fact–she did. "ARE YOU CRAZY!? I'm not about to let you fight my sister! Neither one of you are fighting! Go home now, Butch!" Butch just waved her off; not even looking at her, with that same chaotic grin on his face. He gazed longingly at Blossom as if she was the only gazelle in the savannah, and boy was he starving. Butch's grin turned feral.

"I'm going to paint the streets with you, Puff!"

She braced herself and then fired, "Then come at me, Ruff!"

Butch shot towards Blossom with such force, Bubbles eardrums burst whilst being blown back. After that, everything felt as though it was vibrating as she squinted at Butch and her sister duking it out in the gray sky.

"Not good…not good." She panted, not even hearing her own voice. It felt as though all of her motor functions had shut down before hastily starting back up to catch up with her racing heart because she needed to move. She needed to stop them. She had to before they ended up killing each other, or worse, destroy more of the city. Buttercup and the others would have to wait.

Heading towards the bright pink and green streaks like a bat out of hell, Bubbles prepared herself for the worst.

---

Butch's heart beat like a war drum inside his chest. Him and the redhead clashed like two stubborn bulls in the air; both too headstrong and pissed to catch their breaths. Butch roared whenever he collided with Blossom, whilst she hissed menacingly.

Along with his brute strength, Butch used his sheild to crash into Blossom whenever he could and he made sure it hurt. He would laugh maniacally every time he saw her eyes roll back in that way that he knew she saw stars or whenever he heard that enticing sound of her bones cracking. The ruffian in him had to give the girl credit though. She was taking his hits a lot better than he originally thought she could, along with dishing back some of her own good ones.

If he pushed up on her a second too long, Blossom would freeze up his shield and break through it with a powerful punch of her own. His nose was broken in three different places from the fact.

"I'm getting bored, Ruff!" Blossom growled at him, wiping a trail of blood from her chin. "I thought you were going to paint Townsville with me?" She smiled sinisterly. "Surely you can't do that with just my split lip?"

Butch cackled at the challenge. "Don't worry little miss red! I'll give you something that'll really make you bleed!" With the heat building up behind his eyes, he aimed his heat vision straight at Blossom. She deflected it easily with the back of her hand and turned her own heated eyes on the green Ruff.

"Think fast bitch!"

Before Blossom could fire off at him, Butch was a step ahead of her. Butch's sheild slammed straight into her face, wrapping around her head like a glove. Already too late to stop herself, the heat in Blossom's eyes came forward and the next thing she felt was a pain so piercing, the only thing she could was scream as her entire body went stiff.

"AUUUGGGHHH!"

Her scream was blood curdling.

Blossom's eyes felt as if they were boiling in their sockets and Butch's sheild did nothing but make the pain worse. Trapped beneath his dark green energy, her face felt like it was in an oven set at the highest heat. The skin around her eyes stung as it rippled and bubbled like tar. Slowly, the rest of her face started to bake and peel away and Butch watched on with a look bording disgust and awe.

Blossom's face was literally melting before his eyes. The corner of Butch's mouth slightly twitched and he clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself mentally from slipping to that point of no return. He could keep going. The girl was dangling in front of him as if she was a chew toy, and he was itching to gnaw on her until her body was unrecognizable. She deserves it after all.

Butch took in a deep breath and laughed. "Jeez Red! I can smell you from all the way over here!" Dropping his hand, he grinned savagely with all his teeth on display. "C'mon Blossy, I just wanted you to warm up to me a bit. You were so cold to me and baby blue before!"

"Butch!"

Tossing that same wicked grin behind him, he only laughed louder before turning back to the still shrieking redhead. "Speak of the devil, babe! Here's baby blue now coming to your rescue!" A gust of wind blew past him, followed by a light blue streak. Butch had barely finished his sentence before Bubbles was at her sister's side, coddling her gently. The fire in her eyes could put hell to shame.

"Drop your shield, Butch!"

Butch guffawed at the order. "Why should I? She was acting all tough shit just a minute ago!" Bubbles bared her teeth at him, and felt her as her whole chest rise with a boiling rage. This time her scream tore at her esophagus.

"BUTCH!"

Butch rolled his eyes. "Calm your tits, Goldilocks. Besides, I think your sister has learned her lesson by now."

Bubbles grit her teeth at him, seething, she wished she just took his arm off from earlier. If she knew that Butch was going to put her sister in this state, she would've gladly paid the consequences. Anger set aside, she tended tentatively on her withering sister.

"Blossom...can you hear me? I'm going to do my best to heal the burns, okay?" Bubbles said softly to the backs of Blossom's bloodied hands. Her jaw was like iron. "You're going to have to move your hands though…"

And sharply, she did.

Oh my stars.

Bubbles didn't know exactly what to say that wouldn't set her poor sister off, or herself for that matter. Sure, she should've been used to dealing with this kind of stuff considering Buttercup goes off into battle as if she's trying to find out how badly she could critically injure herself each time.

But this time it was Blossom. With parts of her face melted off and what looked like remnants of ice, Bubbles wanted badly but to scream and cry but she knew she needed to keep it together in order to help her–even if Blossom was being a major bitch earlier.

Releasing the breath she was holding in, a determined look fell over the blonde's face as her hands began to glow. "This might sting a tiny bit but afterwards it'll get better. It's a good thing you have ice powers or your face would've been a lot worse."

"Bubbles..." Blossom hissed hoarsely, hands convulsing at her sides, making the small blonde whimper. Icy tendrils whispered past her chapped lips and Bubbles was just about to tell the girl that she should be conserving her X when Blossom's hand suddenly reached over and snatched Bubbles up by her throat.

"Shut your mouth and just heal me so I can eradicate that eyesore once and for all!"

An unadulterated fear froze the blonde ramrod straight because the look in Blossom's eyes didn't quite fit the warm disposition she was known to have. It was like looking a cobra straight in the eye and Bubbles was smart enough to shrink away.

"Y-yes, Blossom." She answered with a whimper. Bubbles held her glowing palms out to heal her sister who looked everything but appreciative.

"This is all your doing." Blossom's words were like acid as her spit flew from her mouth and onto Bubbles hands, sizzling away. Bubbles jaw trembled under the intense anger seeping out of Blossom's eyes. "How foolish of me to think that you all could get anything done without my assistance. Now look at me!"

Bubbles couldn't. In fear of breaking out in tears and the goodness in her heart of not wanting to show her disgust of her elder sister's scorched face, wouldn't allow her to.

"I said look at me, damn it!"

She did as she was told with dewy eyes and Blossom's burned through her like a forest fire.

"Look at what that bastard has done to me! This wouldn't have happened if you had done your job, Bubbles!" Blossom exclaimed through a lipless mouth. The Chemical X in her system worked relentlessly to repair the damage Butch had caused. Bubbles felt sick staring at her angry mutilated face.

"Heal me so that I could be done here." Blossom ordered sharply, the unsettling poise returning to her person. Bubbles didn't say a word nor nod before doing what was told. She watched carefully as the flesh on Blossom's face mended itself anew. She glanced back, askance at the lingering Ruff and tried fervently to will him to leave with her eyes alone. She no longer thought that she could stop her sister from trying to kill the idiot.

The idiot just stared back at her, aloof, and flicked a booger from his nose.

Oh yes, silly of her to think that Butch Jojo would start to take a freaking hint–now of all times.

I'm trying to help you asshole! She thought indignantly. If Butch thought that he had a chance of defeating Blossom because of that one impressive and surprisingly smart counter attack, he was in for the ride of his life.

She could imagine him scoffing at her feeble attempt at trying to help him and telling her to "Help yourself" because Blossom was being very unmerciful with the verbal abuse to the point that it was becoming demeaning. Oh God…

No wonder the Ruff's hated her. If Blossom spoke to her like this on a regular, she would want to snap her neck too.

"Are you nearly done, Bubbles? What is taking so long?" Blossom barked harshly. Bubbles had to remind herself that this was her sister she was healing or she might've eye beamed her dead in the face as well.

"Almost…" She answered through tight lips and clenched her jaw even harder when she heard the condescending tut pass through Blossom's charred lips. Oh, you are so lucky that you're my sister…

"You done nursing the baby back to health yet?" Butch's obnoxious voice taunted them from behind. "Don't tell me that was it?"

Bubbles had to take a deep breath and count to ten. At this point, she wanted to fight them both. Although the ruffian had somewhat taken up for her–surprising and confusing the hell out of her–her patience for them was rapidly thinning.

"Baby?" Blossom chortled out the word as if it was the funniest, most unbelievable thing she heard all day. Suddenly, a large pink gust of energy pulsed from out of her and shoved Bubbles back. In a flash, the same pink energy wrapped itself around Blossom in a spat of magenta colored flames. The irate scowl she nailed Butch with knocked the cocky smirk right off his face. She knelt forward, with her eyes narrowed into sharp slits.

"Boy, we have only just begun! So if I were you, I would shut that vile thing you call a mouth and put your focus on keeping yourself alive!"

With a wide wave of her arms, she sent the erratic flames barreling down onto the onyx haired boy with no sudden warning. Bubbles had just barely got out the way before the flames could nick her.

"Flames Pinky, really?!" Butch jeered, gritting his teeth as the flames neared like mini comets. "Have you forgotten who my brother is?" He threw up a shield, and most of the special flames fulminated on impact. Another, he swatted away, and he wholeheartedly welcomed the burning sensation around his fist.

His laughter cracked through the air. "Brick is literally the king of flames! You think I'm scared of a little fire sweetheart!?"

Blossom was on top of him within seconds; her face still putting itself together but she was ready to go nonetheless. The two super teens fought for dominance once clashed together and both refused to relent as they pushed fervently at each other.

Blossom gnashed her teeth together, seeing as Butch refused to budge. "You might be accustomed to heat, Ruff...but how well do you fair against the cold?" She smiled cruelly, eyes glazed over like a mad woman's. A icy tendril escaped past her parted lips and that was the only warning Butch got before a chilling slash swept across his upper chest.

Reeling back, Butch cried out as he grasped his bleeding chest. The cut was as painful as it looked; ragged and deep, going straight across from arm to arm. It was as if someone had cut him with a jagged blade. Butch's breath was labored as he was truly baffled to when and how Blossom managed to slice him. He glared at the girl with fury burning in his emerald eyes.

Blossom smiled at him coyly, her eyes revealing just how much she was reveling over the brutal slash she made in the boy's chest.

"Silly me, I was aiming for your throat…" She giggled girlishly with two fingers pressed to her bloody lips. Her other hand–which Butch set his scowl on–held a long jagged piece of ice, a makeshift blade. She pointed it threateningly at him, just an inch below his chin. "I'll just have to be more precise next time~"

"Ain't going to be a next time bitch!" Butch roared like the beast that he was and then bolted straight for her with an ear shattering crack. He was going easy on her before. His mistake. Oh, he was really going for blood now.

Butch was only few feet away from his target before she tactically broke her ice blade into smaller pieces and chucked them at his head with pin point accuracy. Too late to laser the shards, Butch abruptly threw his head to the side and winced as the three ice shards kissed the side of his cheek and neck. Long, angry, red slashes laid in their wake.

As if she never discarded the ice blade, within seconds another one was coming down on him like a guillotine. His right arm shot forward to grab the blade before it split him in two and instantly his hand bled from the impact. Gahhdamn! Just what the fuck is this ice made of?

Above him, Blossom held her ice blade with both hands, grinning cruelly at the ruffian. If Butch wasn't too focused on not getting sliced and diced, he would've thought about how the feral grin didn't quite fit the Puff's face.

But now isn't the time or place.

Butch's large, sturdy fingers clutched the ice in his hand. Cracks sprouted from underneath his powerful grip, and with some more pressure, the ice shattered into pieces. Not even giving thought to his next move, Butch snatched Blossom's ankle out of the air and flung her through the air below. He was gone in a flash of green and a bloodthirsty growl.

On the sidelines, a forgotten Bubbles watched on with bated breath. When the girl had finally found her voice, it came out strangled and hoarse.

Her jaw limply fell open. "...they're going to kill each other."

---

Butch rained several green plasma blasts down onto Blossom and the sky lit up like an emerald meteor shower. Using her ice breath, she froze a few and watched as they fell out of the sky before destabilizing into dust. The ones farther back, Blossom shot her eye beams at. She smiled wickedly at Butch's plasma blasters backfiring on him, literally exploding in his face. But the green titan was relentless, it seemed.

Butch came soaring out of the fire and soot with malice burning in his eyes. Blossom tutted at the sight. Of course the idiot acquired tough skin from getting knocked around throughout the years. She rolled her eyes as she twisted her body around and shot off in another direction.

No matter. Let's see what else I could throw at this irksome brute.

Dipping off to the left, she entered the sky above the city and managed some impressive aerial maneuvers to evade another onslaught of Butch's attacks. She chuckled snidely at the damages they caused to the already wrecked city.

"Come on, Ruff! Here's your chance to paint the streets with me!" Blossom sneered over her shoulder, goading him on before making a quick nose dive into the city. Of course like a bitch with a bone, Butch followed suit.

"Then quit running like a pussy!" She heard him bark out, sounding not too far behind. Her nose wrinkled at the vulgar word before her eye caught something enticing to her sadistic mind. Pink eyes twinkled and before Butch even knew it, Blossom shot forward within a blink of an eye.

Ducking off into a vacant construction site of what looked like to be a partially built high rise building, Blossom found what she was looking for–a long, metal support beam. She tore the beam straight out of the infrastructure, not even batting an eye at the now groaning metal. As if plucking from a house of cards, the part of the building where she tore the beam from slowly began to fall apart.

Flying above the wreckage, Blossom grinned haughtily at the dust and debris, with her prize rested idly over her shoulder. Now for her playmate…

She weighed the beam in her hands with a hum. About two thousand pounds of pure American steel. Her lip curled savagely at the impending green menace. Perfect~

Cat and mouse game decidedly over, she took off straight for him, shattering the windows on buildings and flipping over abandoned cars as she raced down the street. She held the beam over her shoulder in both hands, with only one thing on her mind–she was going to knock Butch's fucking top off.

Above them, there was a flash of blue where Bubbles suddenly materialized. Out of breath and eyes wide, Bubbles didn't need to guess that she showed up a moment too late. Blossom and Butch were flying head first towards one another–the two thinking that this will be the final blow. Bright pink and green streaks burned down the street–literally. Bubbles knew nothing good would come if the two of them were to collide together. They'll probably end up decimating the surrounding area and the last thing they needed was more damages done to the city.

Bubbles face withered. Oh, the things I do for Townsville…

A small whimper escaped her parted lips, because if anyone was going to put a stop to this, there was no other choice but her. Bubbles just hoped that the outcome would be far less painful than what her worrisome mind was imagining.

---

She held back a sniffle before willing her body to move and in an instant, her body had phased out of the air as if she was never even there.

Back on the ground, the two X-teens tore up the street as they raced towards each other. Snatching up vehicles as he flew, Butch didnt bat an eye as he chucked them at the ginger ahead of him to slow her down–in which Blossom avoided and blasted out of her way with ease. This didn't deter Butch in the slightest and he continued to press forward, launching projectiles back to back. He growled as he tossed up a forgotten bus with a flick of his wrist.

The bitch has been fighting all types of monsters and his crazy fathers for years, of course dodging random crap would be second nature for the naggy cunt. But Butch was unrelenting as he was stubborn, he needed to be if he wanted to get his hands around Blossom's bony neck.

"This is the end of the line for you, Ruff!" She jeered whilst treating the incoming bus as if it was butter and slicing it in half with her heat vision. Blossom sped right between the destruction before the pieces could even touch the pavement.

Butch couldn't resist the eye roll, as mad as he was. Really? Been fighting psychopaths her whole life and that's the best she could come up with? Talk about corny.

"Imma need you to get some new lines, Blossy! That was just bad!" He shot back at her and at the same time, a flash of blue was shot at him. Oh come on, Goldilocks! Butch cursed in his head, smacking Bubbles energy orb away. His feet kissed pavement as he skidded to a halt in front of the familiar blonde who stood as if she was an impenetrable wall.

"Bubbles," Butch spat, steely eyes glaring down at the petite girl. He clenched his fists at his sides. If she didn't get the hell out of his way, he was going to make good on her name and pop her as if she really was one. "be a Doll, and move."

"No!" Bubbles stomped her foot and growled up at him. "And kill the stupid nicknames! The both of you need to cut it out, you're destroying the city!" Butch's eye twitched once before his head fell to the side with a sneer on his lips.

"Then how about you tell your fucking sister that, Blondie. She's the one that led me here."

Behind them, there was that familiar condescending tut and Bubbles turned on her heels. Blossom, still with her steel beam in hand, scowled haughtily at her little sister as if daring her to order her to do anything and it would be a grave mistake. Bubbles swallowed stiffly as she stepped forward, leaving Butch to stand behind her like a guard dog waiting for its signal to attack.

"B–Blossom, you and Butch need to stop...the city can't take a fight between the two of you. This is as far as I'm letting the both of you go."

Blossom huffed out a laugh, rolling her eyes at what she thought was a pathetic display of authority. If the girl thought that she was going to listen to such a sniveling demand, then she was sadly mistaken.

"Look around, Bubbles! You and the idiot behind you has already ruined a good chunk of the city." Blossom chuckled, seeing the way Butch bristled at her words. Bubbles frowned. She pressed a hand over her heart, trying and failing to seem sincere. "I was just simply cutting any and all loose ends. Loose ends that you failed to mend."

It was Bubbles' turn to bristle. Her mouth fell open to bare her clenched teeth and her eyes began to glow with a controlled fury. Her fists clenched at her sides because boy, was she tired of her sister talking down on her. "Well maybe if you didn't abandon me to be chased by a mutated dragon, the city wouldn't be the way it is now!"

Blossom raised a perfectly arched brow at Bubbles. "Careful sister...if I didn't know any better I would think that you're trying to blame me for all this?"

"Well things would've gone a whole lot better if you were here from the start! You left me to fend for myself! I would've been barbecued if it wasn't for Buttercup showing up! Then we go on a wild goose chase through the city because the only plan you left us with was get to the fucking beach!"

Blossom's eyes narrowed. "The only thing I'm hearing is excuses. Excuses and incompetence to get the job done on your–"

"Shut up!" Bubbles finally lashed out, causing Butch to even flinch. She stabbed a glowing finger at the redhead in front of her and continued to seethe. "I have had one of the shittiest days of the year and between you and the asshole behind me, I don't know who to blame!"

"How about you shut the hell up and start by taking some fucking responsibility!" Blossom growled, smacking Bubbles finger out of her face in the process of taking hold of the girl's mangled collar. "Is it my fault that you need someone to hold your hand through every single thing in your pitiful life! Put your big girls panties on for once in your fucking life, Bubbles! Instead of waiting around and being the damsel in distress like the weak sack of pathetic shit you are–"

Bubbles didn't let her finish that sentence. Instead, her body decided to take cue from Butch.

Idiot.

"Aughhh!" Bubbles screeched as she took her head and slammed the brunt of it into Blossom's nose. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she actually enjoyed the sound of her sister's nose crunching under her thick skull. Blossom screamed bloody murder as she stumbled back, clutching her newly broken nose and the whole scene had Butch howling with laughter.

"Holy shit!" Butch cackled, holding his sides. "Now that was some hardcore shit, Baby Blue!"

Baby Blue turned to glare at him and he quickly shut his trap, although not losing the cheeky grin he sported. "Oh c'mon, I know at least one'em is growing on you." Bubbles frown only deepened.

Butch smirked. "Okay, so you need time to warm up to'em. No problem! We have only the entire semester, Angel Face." Something flashed behind his eyes and snatched his attention to behind Bubbles and before the blonde could utter a word, Butch was already yanking her into his arms. Her body froze, too shocked to process what was going on.

A second later, an explosive was set off around her–or at least what she thought was an explosive. The only thing she could accurately register was that she or should she say they were now currently airborne and soaring through the air.

"Jesus Bubbles, weren't you taught to never turn your back on a person that's trying to kill you!?"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Bubbles sputtered, eyes clenched shut as they slammed into building after building, bouncing unscathed off each structure thanks to the safety of Butch's sheild that he had wrapped around them last minute due to Blossom retaliating and blasting them when Bubbles back was turned.

Now they were being tossed about like a ball as Blossom punched, kicked, and blasted them through the city.

"You ungrateful little bitch! How dare you strike your leader!"

"And everyone says that Butterfuck is the one with anger issues!" Butch gritted out, putting all his focus on fixing the cracks in his green sphere sheild. He shot a glance down at the girl draped across his chest. "H–honestly Lover, if you want to help out here I'm not gonna stop ya,"

They were hurled into another building and spun out into a street and it was taking everything in Bubbles to not throw up all over the noirette. "H–hate you…so much," she groaned into the back of Butch's shoulder and she meant that with every fiber of her being.

Butch had half a mind to throw the girl out because God forbid if she threw up on him...it was bad enough that he was helping her out this much. Lord. If his brothers were to see the position that he was currently in–a Puff, cradled in his arms, a Ruff–he would hear no end to it.

"Wakey wakey, Blondie! Ain't no time for a break, your psycho of a sister is trying to kill us and my shield, as superior as it is to yours, ain't going to last much longer."

Bubbles swallowed down the bile in her throat and lifted her head to scowl at the side of his sweaty face. If she wasn't so dizzy and if he wasn't so crucial to their survival right now, she would've strangled him.

Bubbles didn't know what was going on with Blossom right now but letting her beat the crap out of them wasn't how they were going to get to the bottom of things and judging how the redhead wasn't pulling any punches, Bubbles won't be able to stop her on her own. It pained her to admit it...but she sort of needed Butch's help now.

Speaking of the current bane of her existence, Bubbles couldn't wrap her head around the reason for Butch giving her a hand right now. For Christ's sake, she nearly took off his freaking arm earlier and now he has his arms around her as they're getting shot around Townsville by her berserk sister in what seemed like a twisted version of Tarzan and Jane.

Could things get any worse?

CRACK!

Bubbles looked to the sky. Hey God, it's me again...

Butch's eyes went wide as a large crack sprouted across his shield like a spider's web. Shit. His shield was reaching its limit and Blossom was growing more and more bloodthirsty as they evaded her wrath.

"What happened to splitting me open, Ruff!" Blossom hissed, sounding much like the demon she resembled. "Seems to me that the only thing that's going to be painting the streets, is you!" She slammed her fist into what was left of his shield and finally it shattered.

"Fucking great..." Butch growled. His face fell into a snarl, heedlessly clutching Bubbles closer to him, who in return managed to twist around in his tight grip.

Blue eyes flashing, she turned just in time before Blossom could blast them both to kingdom come and she was sent flying from two explosions that manifested seemingly out of nowhere. Unfortunately, Butch and Bubbles weren't out of the explosions proximity and were forcefully blown back as well.

BOOM! BOOM!

Ignoring the ringing in her ears, Bubbles cried out to Butch before throwing her arms back around his neck. "Butch! Landing! Now!" If he refused to let her go then he at least better make sure they come out of this whole ordeal in one piece.

Butch miraculously found himself landing a far cry from graceful but impressively on his feet, tearing through the pavement with Bubbles tucked safely in his arms.

When they finally skidded to a stop, Bubbles heaved out a shaky breath and coyly inspected the damages done. "Wow...I wonder how much that is going to cost the city."

Butch grunted, his breath fanning her shoulder as he panted. "Fuck all that," he peeled her off him just far enough away so that he could glare in her face. "What the fuck was that?"

Bubbles, either dumbfounded or her brain was still processing all that had happened just blinked. Butch was going to give her the benefit of the doubt since she just saved their asses. "Was what?"

He should throw her. That was the first thought that came to him. Instead he squinted at her. "The explosions, remember? They came out of nowhere...ring any bells?"

Bubbles blinked again, this time with a flash of recognition behind her tired eyes. "Ohhh! Those were my bubble bombs!" She uncurled an arm from around his large shoulder and held up her index finger in between them. On top of her finger, a small, nearly invisible bubble floated. "They're small but they pack a mean punch!"

She smiled serenely at the bubble and then proceeded to blind him with a smile that was supposed to be reserved for anyone but him.

Yes...he indeed should up and toss the girl because if his stomach ever flips the way it just did ever again, he was going to rip the large intestine out himself. She continued to look up at him too, with that overwhelming saccharine smile.

It made her look like one of those annoyingly, hyperactive Yorkie pups he hated. Princess had one when they were in middle school and he may or may not be responsible for the sudden disappearance of the yapping hellspawn. There was no proof after all and refused to dwell anymore on the memory.

Ah, yes but this hellspawn in front of him was oddly...bearable. Yes, she did yap nonstop occasionally and was one of his life long enemies but she was also a bit of a badass when needed to be and if it's one thing Butch respected was a bad motherfucker.

She nearly ripped his fucking arm off.

Broke her sister's nose.

And then blew the same bitch to Timbuktu.

The corner of Butch's mouth twitched. Yes, this was a very good hellspawn. Might not be an hellspawn at all, given that she just saved his ass. She deserved an award. So he gave her one. All good pups deserve a reward every now and then after all.

Butch pat Bubbles head as if it was the most natural thing in the world and for that moment, all was at peace within the world.

No psychotic siblings.

No mutant demogorgon's destroying the city.

No partially destroyed city.

No brother at home that was probably going to murder you later.

But most importantly, there was no exhausting, life-long animosity between the two of them.

Just a boy and his pup.

"Butch, what the fuck!?"

That is...until the world got too loud to block out.

"Boomer?" Butch gasped, absentmindedly dropping Bubbles to the ground. She groaned as she landed on her butt..

"Boomer!" Butch shouted, reaching his brother in seconds with a burst of green. He gripped the blonde's shoulders and shook him with the vigor of a man who just wasn't getting kicked throughout the city just moments ago. "Man am I glad to see you! Pinky told me that you two got into it and I wanted to rip the bitch's head straight off! The crazy Puff has lost her mind!"

Boomer swatted his brother's hands away with a growl and scowled heatedly at him. "Yeah, me and her shared a few blows. She was looking for you but I wasn't telling her shit," Butch grinned at this whilst Boomer's jaw ticked in annoyance.

"So you came looking for me to warn me? I knew you were my favorite for a reason,"

"No you dumbass," Boomer growled. "I came for payback! She broke my fucking ribs and left me for dead," Cerculean blue eyes reached the blonde wobbling back on her feet a few yards away from them. Boomer huffed through his nose and scowled at her.

The last time he saw the two super teens, they were both at each other's throats. Now he comes back and finds them as if they just got hitched. Leave it to this day to get even more annoying.

He idly rose an arm to point just behind Butch and to the girl currently glaring daggers at him. His eyes rolled with indifference. "So what's the deal with her? You two friends now? BFF's or some shit?"

"What, jealous?" Butch said, grinning wolfishly. Boomer's lip curled in disgust.

"Please...if you want her, have her. She's all yours, bro." Boomer turned on his heels and at the same time a gust of wind brushed past him leading to a furious looking Bubbles standing before him.

"You!" She growled like a demon up at him in which he boldly sucked his teeth at.

"Yes, it is I–"

CRACK!

Poor Boomer didn't get the chance to finish that sentence before Bubbles hauled off and cracked Boomer's skull with a quick punch to his nose. He flew back into Butch's waiting arms, along with a few of his teeth, and the last bit of his self control.

Boomer would've pounced on his counterpart if it wasn't for the relentless force which was Butch, coming in between the two of them. He pushed them both back by expanding his green shield, only for them to crash right back into Butch seeking blood..

"Kids! Kids! No, no, no! This isn't the time nor the place!"

Boomer roared from over Butch's shoulders, lunging viciously for Bubbles throat. "Fuck off Butch! Let's see her try that pussy shit again!"

Bubbles tried kicking Boomer's shins from between Butch's legs but her efforts were futile as he kept twisting the group around. She pushed at Butch's outstretched arm holding her back. "Big talk from the guy who got his ass kicked! If anyone's the cunt here it's you! You're gonna do what you did and run! I'm going to nail your balls to Mojo's telescope so he can see exactly where he fucked up when raising you!"

Boomer tried eye beaming her but she had quickly ducked and the red stream of heat dug into the asphalt behind Bubbles. Brandishing her hand like a gun, a bright blue streak of plasma shot from out of her index finger, nearly taking Butch's ear off if he didn't duck in time. Boomer ducked with him and a small explosion reverberated behind the two brothers.

"HA! THAT'S WHY YOU MISSED!"

"SO DID YOU, STUPID!"

Butch was contemplating just murdering them both. "Guys, you're killing me here…"

"I WANT MY FUCKING SHIRT BACK TOO!"

Huh, I thought that shirt looked familiar…

"THEN COME TAKE IT OFF ME YOU PIECE OF TRASH!"

Wow...that is not the thing to say at a time like this.

Butch was finding that his patience was wearing thin. Between shoving and holding the two apart, he was dodging eye beams, kicks, jabs, and anything the two could get their hands on as they twisted, fumbled, and wrestled in the street. He had half a mind to let the two go at it. Maybe then they'll calm down.

Wrestling them both with a arm hooked around each of their necks, Butch gave them a threatening squeeze to test the waters. They struggled of course. They all did at first but that only made things worse for them and seconds later they were wheezing underneath him. He wasn't letting either of them go until they came to an understanding or were blue in the face.

"Now...I'm only going to agree to let the both of you go if you stop acting like little shits and put on your big kid draws." Butch ordered, glaring at the crowns of their heads. The blondes tapped vigorously at his arms but Butch's grip was as firm as the timber in his voice. "If you try and attack one another, I'll hand you over to Pinky myself. Comprende?"

SCREW YOU!Their shrill voices echoed inside his head. Butch sighed deeply...and he was just starting to like baby Puff too. Shame. The death grip he had around their throats became even stronger.

"I should just knock your asses out," He began with a grimace, squeezing tighter when they started to kick uselessly. "but then I'll be left to deal with Pinky on my own–not that I can't handle her myself,"

Both blondes, although being deprived of oxygen, collectively rolled their eyes.

"I want to hurry up and kick the crazy bitch ass so I can find a place to hide from Brick for the next couple of days while all this blows over."

Bubbles would groan if she could. I really hope he kills you both. She shot a watery glare at her counterpart. Especially you.

Why are you here again? Boomer's malevolent drawl entered their heads. Swinging his arm around his brother's meaty bicep, he flipped Bubbles off. Kick rocks, you shit bootleg Barbie.

Bubbles reared right to bite the said finger off–unsuccessful, but still getting her point across. She hated him and would tear him into pieces if she could.

Butch groaned like he was a man in anguish–which he was. He exhaled through his nose. "I'm going to need both of you to shut the fuck up so I can think…"

Think?!

Yes...think. Think about just how the hell they're going to get out of this mess. What started off as harmless fun–to him–has now turned into a shit show of a day. A small voice in his head was telling him to just grab Boomer and get the hell out of dodge before Blossom found them again but then that'll leave Blondie to fend her off by herself and Butch couldn't imagine that going well.

It's not that he cared about what happened Bubbles, nooo. That wasn't it. She saved his ass; the least he could do is return the favor, right? Right. That was the reason he was going with and nothing else.

So when Bubbles screamed, alerting them that Blossom was flying straight towards them, her ice spears out and ready to impale them, his body moved on its own accord and launched them all out of the way. Three large ice spears laid cemented into the ground where they previously stood, each with their names on it.

Butch had unknowingly thrown them into a building and with his grip around their necks now taking purchase on their waists, Bubbles quickly encased them in her sheild–surprisingly, even Boomer. They crashed and thrashed through an evacuated office building and back out through the other side.

"You ungrateful little brat!" Blossom growled, making her own exit out of the building. "Have you lost the little brain cells you have left?"

Boomer snorted at the quip. "Hey Bubbles, don't tell me she's talking about you?"

Bubbles instantly dropped her shield around him and bared her teeth at him. "Go to hell, Boomer!"

Boomer snickered before flying out of the way from another onslaught of ice spears. A few bounced off Bubbles shield until one slightly larger one managed to penetrate the blue sphere. The jagged point of the ice stopped just a inch away from Butch's nose and that's when the noirette decided that they needed to start playing some offense.

"Yo Golden Girl, I'm leaving you on your own. Try not to get your ass handed to you!" He said before breaking through Bubbles shield, heading straight for her sister.

Bubbles nose crinkled. "Golden Girl?" Oh yeah...she definitely needed to nip the green Ruff's horrific nicknames in the bud because contrary to belief, they were so not growing on her. Okay...the Angel one wasn't that bad. Blondie was tolerable to an extent.

She was brought out of her reverie by a stray lightning rod flying a little too close for her comfort. She glowered in the direction that it came and wasn't surprised to see her smug ass of a counterpart floating just beneath her. She knew he intended to hit as well.

"Watch it!" She hissed at him, looking menacing as flashes of green, pink, and red lit up the sky around them.

"Then get the hell out the way!" Boomer barked, charging up to send another lightning rod Blossom's way. He chased after it, leaving Bubbles to throw expletives at his back.

Blossom narrowly evaded the rod, the hair on her body standing on end from the close proximity of the lightning and Butch used the opening to send a heavy strike to her abdomen. His glowing fist dug into Blossom's ribs, folding her from the impact and literally knocking the air from lungs. Blood rained from out her mouth and it felt like the world around her froze. Stunned from the power from Butch's punch, her vision blurred and it was at this moment that the world around her began to spin again–only to find out that it was actually herself that was spinning.

Spiraling down the street at a neck breaking speed, Blossom knew she only had seconds before the trio was on her again. Catching her breath, she was able to regain control of her body before a hailstorm of lightning rods and energy bursts rained down on her. Carefully, Blossom maneuvered her way through the stream of fire, some coming close as her speed had waned a little as she was trying to quickly recover.

Blossom hated to admit it, but Butch's punch took a lot out of her.

That's what you get for getting too cocky.

"Shut up brat!" She hissed at the voice in her head. Instead of running her mouth, the little shit should be thinking of something useful, like how to shake these pests off their tail. Glaring straight ahead, her answer came in the form of a street sign at the intersection she was heading towards. An idea was already formulated inside her head as she increased her speed. Her smirk was wicked.

Let's return the favor, shall we?

Butch was damn near on top of the ginger at this point. If he wanted to, he could probably just reach out and snatch her skinny ass off the street. If he was smart, he would've. The callous brute was still riding the high from crushing a few of the girl's ribs. It sent a tingle down his spine when he sent Blossom flying. He didn't even bother with wiping her blood and spittle off his face before taking off for her. With him and Boomer on her tail, Butch knew he had the redhead on the ropes. Her speed was dwindling little by little and she was struggling to even evade their attacks now.

She's done for. Is what he thought before hearing the sickening crack of his own ribs breaking. Time seemed to stop where he found his large body doubled over, his chin violently knocking against his sternum with his eyes blown wide. When the hell did she turn around to– before he could even finish that thought, whatever he had for breakfast this morning was abruptly making its way back up his throat. As if someone hit the play button on that universal remote Adam Sandler had in that one movie, Butch only had one thought before being viscously blown back from where he came.

Fuck me.

Boomer should've warned him. He had seen it coming but by then it was already too late. Butch was already far too close and it wasn't like he would be able to avoid the stunt that the Puff just pulled. Butch was built like a iron wall but he was slow. So when Blossom's hands caught the metal street pole that stood on the corner and swung around to deliver a powerful kick that Butch's future kids might even feel, Boomer knew he was a goner. His brother was flung back so fast, Boomer knew he was going to have whiplash later. But enough of Butch. Boomer was confident that he'll be back up like it was nothing in a few.

Stormy cerulean eyes honed in on the pink Puff on the street and the sound of Boomer shooting straight for her reverberated through the air with a crack. With his body crouched in, he hit the ground where Blossom stood with a large bolt of lightning cutting down through sooty clouds and taking out the power of all the surrounding buildings. Ash and debris shot up from the medium sized crater that the blonde created. He wasn't surprised to find that Blossom was nowhere in sight. Of course the crafty bitch would be able to avoid the attack. Floating out of the wreckage, the second he caught sight of her, he was on her.

He clashed his fists onto her body like a whip hitting flesh. His strikes were quick as they were precise. He made sure to aim low at her still healing ribs, only aiming at her head so she could drop her guard. Blossom was doing well with parrying his punches, kicks, and high knees. She knew he was targeting her ribs as each strike became harder and faster than the one before. Any wrong move could cost her this fight, if she wasn't careful. Blossom needed to put some distance between them but Boomer refused to let up.

Mustering up the strength needed, she gave the blonde a mighty shove to his chest, catching him off guard and throwing him back. Boomer sneered at her as he quickly caught himself. He didn't even hesitate before throwing himself back at the redhead, his hand sparking behind him as he conjured up a weapon made up of his signature power. Out of the palm of his hand, the erratic electric orb morphed into a blue katana.

The sword spun in his hand before Boomer fully gripped the glowing makeshift handle. Maintaining the same speed, he swung the sword around and would've took off Blossom's head if she didn't lean back in time. The electricity from the blade cut through the air just an inch from her face, momentarily blinding her. Panicking, she attempted at kicking the sword out of his hand with a swift back flip but Boomer was quicker and tossed it to his other hand.

Landing back on her feet, Blossom was met face first with the end of the ruffians sword. It cut into her cheek as she pivoted on her feet to avoid it. Her face twisted into something ugly, snarling angrily at Boomer. Pivoting on her foot again, she tossed her leg into a hand plant roundhouse kick that would've knocked Boomer's head off if he just held the fuck still. Afterwards, she was met with a barrage of attacks from Boomer's sword and he was unmerciful.

The blade dug and sliced into the parts of her body that Blossom failed to protect and with the open wounds brought that familiar anxiety that has been plaguing them since they latched onto that blue haired witch.

The control was slipping.

They could hear the imaginary laughter of the girl. At the back of their mind they could feel the set of brown eyes, mocking them.

Blossom clenched her jaw so hard, a tooth cracked. Never mind Boomer, who was still slashing away at this girl's flesh. She grimaced as she took another cut to her forearm; hating the way the blood rushed out almost instantaneously. What a disappointment this vessel is.

Or maybe it's you who's the disappointment.

Crunch!

There went another tooth.

Blossom scowled at the blonde with a hate that wasn't her own.

I'll show you who's the real disappointment here.

With a quick jerk of her arm, she shot Boomer with a small beam from her hand. Blossom's lip curled at the surprise that shot across the boy's face. Swinging his blade at the beam, the stream of heat was split in two and grazed the ground at each side of him. Slowly backing away from the blonde, Blossom kept her finger beam up, keeping Boomer at bay.

"Running away, Blossy?" Boomer barked at her. He chuckled darkly. "Never thought I'd see the day!"

Kicking up a broken piece of asphalt, he chucked it at the ginger with a swift kick Blossom couldn't see coming from the glare of her finger beam. Her tongue kissed the back of her teeth as swatted the concrete away, sending it crashing down the street to the left of her. In the same moment, she rolled out of the way of Boomer's sword coming down on her. The blade hit the ground with a crack of lightning, blinding her once again.

With her sight temporarily lost, Boomer took the opportunity to attack Blossom's legs with the back of his blade, stunning her and turning her legs into jello. Losing the feeling in her legs knocked the air right out of her. Blossom's heart hammered inside her ears. It was as if time moved in slow motion as Boomer suddenly appeared in front of her. The arm with his katana raised high above his head. Fuck. She rushed to make her own blade out of ice to block the strike that would surely split her down the middle.

She blinked twice when the blow never came. Again when she felt something wet touch her sliced cheek. Glaring up at Boomer, Blossom noticed that his eyes were no longer on her. No, his murderous gaze was directed over his shoulder. Looking further, she huffed at the small hand wrapped around the electric blade, holding on for dear life.

Blossom wanted to laugh.

"What the hell, Boomer!?" She heard her sister hiss, sounding as if she was in a great deal of pain. Tears welled up in the corners of Bubbles eyes as she fought through the searing pain. Boomer's electrokinesis powers were no joke. She surrounded her hand with a thin shield, just enough so she could get a good grip but still have some protection from the intensity of Boomer's power. But it wasn't enough. Bubbles could feel the flesh of her palm frying away as she gripped his makeshift sword. Boomer didn't care, ignoring the smell of burning flesh, he continued to try and bring the sword down onto Blossom. The more force he used to wrench away from her grip, the greater the risk was in losing her fingers.

"Let go!" He spat at her from over his shoulder. Bubbles stood her ground, glaring heatedly at her counterpart.

"So you can kill my sister? Are you out of your freaking mind!?"

Boomer sighed through his teeth. "You mean the same sister that just tried to impale us with fucking human sized popsicles not too long ago?" He shot a menacing glare to the said girl before raising his foot to kick her like she was a piece of trash on a street. From Boomer's point of view, he couldn't tell the difference. The second his foot lifted, Blossom was off the ground and on the side of the street. With the large gap between the two and now with Bubbles here to hound him, Boomer knew he had lost his chance in finishing Blossom for good.

He whirled on the smaller blonde.

"Look what the fuck you just did!" He exclaimed viciously. He was in Bubbles face in a matter of seconds, his katana now between them, sparking dangerously just under her chin. "I had her before you fucking showed up!"

"So I was supposed to let you continue to carve up my sister as if she's a piece of meat? Don't think so!" Bubbles growled back, her power leaking out her palms. She still kept a firm hold on his blade, just in case Boomer wanted to paint her his next target of his wrath. If he did, she had no qualms about blowing his ass off the face of the earth.

Boomer pushed back and the edge of the blade nipped painfully at her throat. Involuntarily, her free hand went to clutch his wrist to keep him from taking her head off. His eyes narrowed down at her with an intense fury. "You expected me to just let her go with a slap on the wrist after all the shit she pulled?"

Bubbles squeezed his wrist in warning. She could feel his pulse thumping away inside the joint and squeezed even harder in hopes of cutting off the blood flow entirely. If he was in pain, Boomer sure didn't show it and that just pissed her off even more. "What about the shit you and Butch pulled, huh? You think you two deserve a slap on the wrist for all that? Especially for what you did."

"What I did? Mind clarifying?" He said smooth as butter but still with that same burning intensity.

Bubbles jaw ticked. Boomer knew just what the hell she was referring to. He just loooved trying his luck today it seemed. She leaned in, nose to nose and hissed. "You want to know how it feels to have no hands because I can easily show you?"

"But then Bubbles, how else am I supposed to feel the goods?" He made a grabbing motion with the hand Bubbles was holding and she immediately released him, backing away as if he had some disease. She held up her nose in disgust at him.

"You really are disgusting."

"Are you two finished with your infernal flirting yet?" Blossom inquired dryly as she found interest in the Chemical X working it's magic and closing up the cuts on her arms. From her peripheral she could make out a bright flash of light headed directly for her and simply stepped to the side to avoid it. Casting a bored glance at the destruction behind her, she snorted wryly. Boomer had chucked his sword at her.

"WE ARE NOT FLIRTING!" They both viciously snapped at her like the whiny brats they were. Blossom couldn't help but to snigger.

Bubbles grit her teeth at her sister. First she rags on her about being useless and now she's accusing her of fraternizing with the–she took a moment to frown bitterly at her counterpart's head–enemy. Bubbles shook her head. She already had her suspicions that something was wrong with Blossom but this small detail just confirmed everything. Her sister would never crack a joke like that. Blossom knew just how much she couldn't stand being in the same proximity as Boomer.

"Stay your ass right there Puff, we're not done yet!" Boomer snarled roughly. The air around him began to sizzle as he prepared to launch himself at her once again. Bubbles grabbed his forearm before he could do just that.

"Boomer, hold on!" His body tensed and shook underneath her unwanted grasp but at least he didn't take off. Not that she would let him anyways. He did, however, slap her hand away as if a bug just flew on his arm. Bubbles shook the pain off with a scowl. Rude.

Boomer spoke with a tense jaw. "You have ten seconds." The fierce look she gave him told him not to push it and the menacing look he shot back ordered her to start talking if she didn't want to be next.

With a sigh, her eyes warily went to Blossom on the opposite street before firmly landing back on Boomer. She debated whether or not to tell him these next few words. With how angry he was, he was bound not to care either way. He was a Rowdyruff Boy attacked by a Powerpuff Girl. His sworn enemy. That was enough reason right there to spill her sister's blood. Blossom not being Blossom wasn't exactly his problem. But what the hell did she have to lose at this point, right?

"I don't think that's my sister," Boomer's brow slowly rose. Skeptically, his eyes flipped between the two banes of his existence before landing back on Bubbles with disinterest.

"She looks like Blossy to me," He said, rather unmoved by her very serious statement. On the inside, Bubbles was cursing her counterpart to the fiery pits of hell. She wanted to rip her freaking hair off her head but instead, she huffed out a breath through her nose and counted to ten to cool her head.

She dragged a hand through her tousled hair and groaned inwardly at the state her beautiful golden loc's were in. She was a mess altogether but this situation was messier.

"What I mean is that yeah, that's my sister physically but I think something or someone is controlling her to act out like this,"

Fuck does that have to do with me? Was what she was expecting to hear but instead she heard his mirthless chuckle. He could've slapped her, it would feel no different. "As interesting as that sounds, dear counterpart, I don't care."

If looks could kill, Boomer would be standing in front of his second father right about now.

"Let's just say what you're saying is true," He said with a look of indifference. "That's more so your problem than mine. Why should I care?"

Awe. There it was. "You should care because that's not actually Blossom fighting us right now! You're trying to kill her when she's a victim here as well!"

"Like I said, your problem. Now if you'll excuse me…" Boomer turned his back on Bubbles and she nearly lost it. Ignoring his seething counterpart, he faced Blossom with a crippling vehemence. "I'm going to kick whoever this is ass, and you can either stay out of my way or go down with them."

Blossom snorted as she looked down her nose at him. "Big words coming from a runt like you!" She dismissed him with a sneer before leaning forward to get a better look at Bubbles behind him. "And Bubbles, I'm honestly a little hurt that you would even suggest that I'm anyone but your dear older sister. With her head tilted and tone feigning concern, Blossom spoke softly, "Perhaps maybe I hit you a little too hard back there…I'm sorry,"

She wasn't.

Bubbles turned her furious glare on her next. "Whoever the hell you are, you have about ten seconds to get out of my sister's body before I throw you out my damn self!" Her hands reached for her hair in a haste, nearly ripping the strands out from how much strength she used to braid the grimey loc's into a sloppy braid. She grumbled quietly to herself about what she was planning to do to both Boomer and Blossom in a moment. It was not going to be pretty.

It was at this moment that Butch finally reappeared, looking mangled but still glowing with that violent edge signature to him. He landed softly next to the irate blonde and made a show of cracking his neck.

"That was a nice one Blossy, wasn't expecting that stunt you pulled back there." He said casually. Leave it to Butch to compliment someone for breaking his ribs. Blossom smiled back amicably with a hand on her chest.

"I was only trying to meet your standards. There's no need for the praise,"

Butch chuckled roughly. "Gonna have to do a lot more than breaking a few ribs to meet my standards, Puff." He ignored the sharp glare Blossom gave him to turn a mirthful eye to the petite girl next to him.

"What's wrong Doll Face, did Broody Boomie and Bitchy Sissy piss you off again?" Butch cooed, taking his chances and poking Bubbles in the arm. Boomer and Blossom's eyes simultaneously twitched at the atrocious names.

"That isn't my sister!" Bubbles exclaimed fervently. Her anger only flared higher when she saw that Butch was trying to suppress his grin. She didn't understand why it exasperated her so much to think that Butch didn't believe her either.

"You'll have to excuse my sister," Blossom giggled spitefully. "Getting thrown around the city must've distorted her mind. You should probably sit this fight out sis,"

Bubbles stomped her foot into the ground, breaking through the asphalt and shaking the earth around them. She scowled at Blossom with a heat that could melt steel behind her fiery irises. "I want my fucking sister back!"

"Come get her then!" Blossom challenged haughtily before launching herself at Bubbles. Only thing was, she had to get through Boomer and he wasn't quite finished with her yet.

"Like hell she will!" Boomer spat and within seconds he was in the air, ready to meet the ginger head on in the middle of the street. Neither one of them were prepared for the large bus pushing a 100/mph down the street, smacking into them with enough force to take both super teens on a painful trip down the street and completely out of view. One second they were there and then next, they were gone–followed by a ringing crash from the bus slamming into something else. Most likely a building.

Bubbles and Butch were left utterly speechless.

Suddenly appearing as if they were just taking a casual stroll through the city, Woo skipped down the street that the bus magically came down from. She gave a terse whistle at the disaster she had just caused before excitedly turning to her friend on the opposite street.

"BUBBLES!" Woo cried animatedly as she rushed to greet her friend once again. She brought the stiff blonde in for a tight hug while gushing about how much she had missed her. "Oh my gawwwd! Girl, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to help Buttercup?"

"Woo...were you driving that bus?" Bubbles asked, dumbfounded over the feline's shoulder. Her face was as pale as a ghost.

Woo released her with a jerk and a ferocious grin on her face. "Mhm girl! I had to ditch my bike cuz it was low on gas while looking for Bloss. Next thing you know, I saw Boomer charging for your sister! So I put a piece of concrete on the gas and jumped out the back. I sent that bitch rolling!"

And roll it did…

"You do realize that you hit Boomer and Blossom with that bus, right?" Butch pointed out, looking two seconds away from bursting with laughter. Woo squinted at him.

"You here too still?" Woo then turned her puzzled gaze onto Bubbles. "Wait...don't tell me you're with him, Bubbles," Bubbles reverted her gaze, ready to fade into oblivion at this point.

"We were actually working together to stop Blossom from trying to kill us," Butch said with a smug little grin, successfully throwing Bubbles under the bus. She shot him a look that could kill.

"Eh?" Woo could not be anymore baffled. She gaped at them before shaking her head. "Bubbles, just what the hell is he talking about?"

"Yeah, Golden Girl! Tell the pretty kitty here how your sister has gone completely bat shit and nearly blown us to kingdom come–well more like you to kingdom come."

Woo promptly glared at him whilst he smiled back innocently.

Bubbles just stared at the ground as if waiting for it to swallow her whole to take her out of this situation. Seeing as though she was shit out of luck for probably the rest of her life, she met Woo's sharp eyes with a sigh, her face crestfallen and very painfully explained what had just transpired.

When Bubbles had finished the story, with a few snide remarks from Butch, Woo just shook her head.

"So who the hell is that I hit with a bus?" Woo pointed down the street where they could hear what sounded like explosions from Boomer and the imposter duking it out. Bubbles winced. It was much too late to worry about the damages to the city but she knew the price for repairs was going to be steep.

Bubbles quietly chewed on her lip. "There could be a few people behind this…"

"You think they're nearby?" Woo placed a hand on her cocked her hip and Butch shamelessly appraised her voloptuous figure for probably the third time today. "I didn't see anything suspicious driving around though–can you fucking stop staring at me!"

Pointedly ignoring them, Bubbles sighed wearily. "I didn't see anyone when we were flying around either…" She said and the feline hummed in thought.

"I see…" With a slow nod of her head, Woo stared back at Bubbles solemnly. "I might have a plan that could get Blossy back."

"That fast?" Butch sneered and Woo pointed a sharp claw at him.

"You are lucky that you helped my Bubbles out here or you'll be going back to school with your eyes scratched out,"

Butch just grinned back crassly. "Why the eyes, when I have a perfectly good back?" Woo began to crack her knuckles.

"You know what…clearly whoever the hell is controlling Blossom ain't hit you hard enough so let me just–"

Coming between the two, Bubbles waved her arms out in front of her to keep the feline from pouncing on Butch. "Woo, the plan please!"

Sucking her teeth, Woo shot Butch another dirty look before folding her arms against her chest. She faced Bubbles with a shrug. "The planis simple. Let's jump her ass."

"WHAT?!"

Butch nodded vigorously, his attitude instantly perking up. "I think that's a brilliant plan,"

"YOU SHUT UP!"

Bubbles was exasperated and very much done with the both of them. "What happened to you calling us idiots for listening to Butch's previous plan?! Now all of a sudden you're onboard with us working with him again?"

Woo bristled slightly where she stood. "Well yeah, you guys already destroyed a good portion of the city, so what's a little more damage?" She blew a breath out of her nose to calm herself and glared at Bubbles. "Look, this situation with Blossom is serious. We're going to need a few extra hands to stop herand everyone else is currently unavailable!"

"Cat has a point." Butch interjected, uncaringly stretching his taut muscles.

Both girls quickly whirled on him. "SHUT UP BUTCH!" Butch rolled his eyes before continuing stretching.

Turning back to her friend, Bubbles shook her head with finality. "Woo, we are not doing that to Blossom. Absolutely not."

With her shoulders slumped, Woo sighed deeply. "Oh c'mon Bubbles, you've seen plenty of shows and movies where a person's mind is taken over and nothing but a quick knock to the head fixes everything."

Bubbles was hysterical. She had to be getting punked right now. "Woo, this isn't a damn movie! This is my sister we're talking about here! I'm not about to allow Butch and Boomer to jump her! They just tried to kill her not too long ago!"

"I promise not to kill your sister if that's what you're worried about?" Butch interposed all too sweetly for a person with a violent past such as himself. Bubbles button nose wrinkled, not at all falling for his crap.

"NO!"

Woo's groan came from the back of her throat. "Come on, Bubbles! All she needs is a quick little mink mink to the dome,"

"Little mink mink action, nothing major," Butch repeated cheerfully, emphasizing with two air punches.

"Hell no." Bubbles deadpanned, glaring stiffly at them both. "If that's the case then I'll do it myself,"

Woo pursed her lips with a bored hum. "Didn't you say you tried that already and she nearly blew your face off?"

Butch cackled. "She definitely did. Thanks to me, the angel here still has a face," Bubbles tried to fight it, she really did but she couldn't help from blushing slightly from his stupid, cliche, infuriating adorable nickname for her. Dear lord, it really had started to grow on her. She should've blown his face off when she had the chance,

Woo's probing eyes roved over each of them and Bubbles could practically hear the thousand questions shooting from the feline's brain at breakneck speed. She would've turned away but it was already too late. Woo's hands took purchase on Bubbles shoulders and she squeezed, jolting the flustered Puff.

"See Bubz, fighting Blossom one on one has proved to be a challenge and it isn't even really her that we're fighting. Now if we were to attack altogether…"

"We would beat the living fuck out of whoever's inside Pinky, and your sister will be back like she never left!" Butch finished, his wide grin stretched taut across his face.

Both girls took pause at his brutish words, staring at him aghast. Clearing her throat, Woo gently tapped her blonde friend on the shoulder. "Okay...let's ignore him for now but yes, we will have Blossom back in no time,"

Bubbles frowned dubiously. It wasn't that she didn't agree that they needed to get whoever was inhibiting Blossom's out. It was the problem that if the Ruff's were to attack, will they be able to stop? Bubbles was not ignorant to the fact that her sister wasn't the kindest to them growing up and it didn't help that the fake Blossom has been antagonizing them all evening.

Bubbles wouldn't be able to stop them both herself if they took it upon themselves to beat the living crap out of her sister like Butch so creepily stated.

"C'mon Angel Face, what do you have to lose at this point?" Butch insisted, sticking his head between the two girls to grin blithely straight into Bubbles pensive eyes.

With a low growl she leaned in ever so slightly and roughly poked him between the eyes. Butch smirked boldly as if he already gotten his way. Oh, no you don't!

"Listen up...you!" She began with a stern snip of her tongue that had the boy in front of her aggravatingly tickled pink. Bubbles glared at him fiercely. "If we're going to do this then you guys better listen to me! I'm in charge, so you better make sure your asshole of a brother understands that!"

Butch was silent for all but two seconds, already knowing his decision. Wicked amusement dancing in those poisonous green eyes of his. His body shook from the low chuckle he released.

"Alright. I swear our temporary allegiance only to you, angel," He purred amusedly before taking a wide step back with a terse salute in her direction. Butch rubbed his large hands together, cracking each individual knuckle of his callous fingers. He stared back at Bubbles with a hunger that probably only her sister would understand and that did nothing to stop the nausea she was feeling. "Any more demands before we get started?"

Bubbles gulped. She was about to feed her sister to the wolves. But she didn't have a choice, did she? Buttercup was fighting the monster with the others, so that left her to deal with this mess.

"No more nicknames!" She exclaimed shakily, making Butch quirk a brow knowingly. Bubbles pointed down the street that the bus had flown down and barked out her next order. "Go help Boomer!"

"Your words are my command." Butch winked before leaving the two girls to quietly take in what just happened.

"So…" Woo started slowly and Bubbles already knew where this was leading to. The feline turned to Bubbles with the biggest shit eating grin she thought she ever saw. "Angel Face, huh?"

Bubbles palmed her face and groaned. "Shut up. Please just shut up…"

Woo just snickered at her misery. She licked her plump lips at Butch's fading green streak. "You know if he wasn't fucking half crazy and annoying, I would want one too…"

"Woo, no."

"Better use that one wisely, Bubbles...or should I say Angel Face?" Woo continued to tease, leaning over to blow air into the exasperated girl's ear. Bubbles hated everything about this day.

"Oh God, please take me now…" Bubbles groaned miserably before taking Woo's prodding hand in her own and shooting off to catch up with Butch.

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I wanted to say say thank you to everyone that continued to keep up with this story over the years. I appreciate and love you guys bunches! This is my second time rewriting this chapter and its not even done yet but I wanted to give you guys something for sticking with me. It's a wopping 20k words just for ya'll!

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