Lords of the Playlist

Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.

Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.

Track 21: Make Me Want To Die – The Pretty Reckless

They were fighting again.

Currently the Green's were smashing each other though multiple high-rise office buildings, located on the main street of Townsville's business sector, and had been for the last several hours.

It wasn't one of their normal brawls that they usually had – it was an all-out war between them with the main objective being to see which one of them could spill the most blood before they collapsed from exhaustion.

Fights to that level that were normally uncommon between them, but recently Butch had been coming after Buttercup more frequently with the desire to taste her blood on his lips.

She, being the fighter that she was – gladly took on the challenge.

But over the last several weeks, starting from when he had first started to display the odd behavior – she had started go grow weary. The fights were getting more frequent, more vicious, and seemingly more… desperate.

It was their third fight this week.

Buttercup was honestly starting to worry. Not necessarily for her own safety, but because the city really couldn't take the level of destruction that they were dishing out on a constant day to day bases. The construction companies couldn't repair the buildings as fast as they were tearing them down.

She had already endured several lectures from her older sister, that had quickly escalated into screaming matches because of the state of the downtown area. No, she didn't mean to demolish that one cooperate office building. Yes, she understood that they were facing several lawsuits from multiple different companies. No, she didn't know why he was so intent on fighting her. And NO, she didn't know what had brought it on – he was a damn psychopath, she didn't know what went on in his head, and nor did she care to for that matter.

-She snarled as Butch slammed her into an unoccupied office cubical and pinned her to the desk – effectively snapping her out of her reprieve and back to their current fight.

She let out a pissed off scream as she landed a solid punch to his jaw, that would have made professional fighters everywhere weep with pride, watching in satisfaction as his head snapped back from the force of the blow.

He recovered far too quickly. Glaring down at her, he curled his lips into a snarl – reveling blood-stained teeth. He leered down at her wriggling form beneath him, before looping a leg over her so he was straddling her midsection.

Buttercup's eyes widened at their new position as she struggled beneath him, trying to buck the X powered male off of her. He only dug his knees into her sides in response, and grinned at her before grabbing her hands and pinning them down as well.

"Tired?" he cooed teasingly in her ear. "You could just give up and make this easy for the both of us."

"Butch, get off!" She roared as she thrashed beneath him. He smirked at her as he increased his grip on her hands. "I'm not even going to try and make that sound sexual."

She let out a frustrated scream as she readied her heat vision – getting ready to blast him off – only to stop and frown as she looked into his eyes.

They were so dark they were almost black. There were several unfamiliar emotions swirling around in his too-dark eyes aside from the usual hate that she saw in them. It was off-putting to say the least.

The sight made her go limp momentarily as she struggled to figure out just what the fuck was wrong with her counterpart – and that's when he took his opportunity.

With a feral snarl, he smashed his lips onto hers, roughly claiming them with his own. The kiss wasn't gentle or sweet – it was rough and demanding, almost as if he was trying to devour her.

For a few seconds into the kiss, Buttercup couldn't tell whether or not she wanted to take a chunk out of him, or fist her hands in his spiky black mane and tug him even closer to her.

After a moment – she came back to her senses as she felt his tongue invade her mouth, and bit down on the muscle violently, drawing a moan out of him.

Now she felt as if she wanted to swallow a ten-gallon container of bleach. She felt vile.

"You make me want to die." She hissed venomously as he pulled away for air. He grinned down savagely at her.

"Baby, I'm going to make you want to do more than that."

And he devoured her again.

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Taste me drink my soul

Show me all the things that I shouldn't know

I can see in your eyes

You make me wanna die