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 27: For The Girl – The Fatellis
"She was a whirlwind of chaos
But she was so damn passionate
That she was worth it."
It was times like this when he was running around causing chaos in the city streets of Townsville, that Butch felt the most carefree.
Destroying the city was always a fun past time for him and was a great way to relieve pent-up stress.
He sent a green wave of energy pulsating thought the streets, leaving massive cracks in the concrete as it rippled like an earthquake though the ground. He stopped to admire his handy work, grinning savagely as he did so.
He heard her coming before he saw her.
His keen hearing picked up on something- no, someone flying at him at full speed, and it wasn't long before he heard the telltale enraged scream ripping from her vocal chords as she flew at him.
Butch bit back the joyful grin that threatened to break out across his face at the sound.
He turned around and spread his arms out – almost as if he were going to give her a hug – and had only just started to ask her "What the fuck is up sunshi-" before she slammed into him with the force of a freight train, effectively knocking the brutal X powered male off his feet, and careening into the cracked pavement below, knocking the wind out of him. His back slammed unforgivingly into the sun baked concrete, and a sudden weight on his broad torso made him look up only to see Buttercup straddling him, her lips pulled back into a snarl.
Butch cocked an eyebrow at their positions and managed to wheeze out. "Well shit babe, I see how it is. You know, if you wanted to be on top that badly, you could have just tol-"
A fist crashed into his mouth, silencing the arrogant man in the middle of his sentence. Butch groaned as he felt his nose crack from the brutal hit. He brought a hand to his nose only to see dark red liquid rapidly start to pour out of his nostrils and onto his palm. Whatever, it was no big deal. The X in his system would take care of that in a moment.
He tilted his head up to glare at the owner of the fist, and for the second time that day, he fought to hold back a grin.
Buttercup still had her fist raised slightly, unwilling to put it down, even though Butch really had no interest in fighting her. Her knees dug painfully into his sides and he fought back the urge to let a pleasured moan escape his lips from the rough treatment.
Any other time this would have been hot as hell, but Buttercup looked especially pissed today, and would probably have no qualms about breaking his jaw if he got too fresh with her, so instead he remained silent, however he didn't break eye contact with her.
"God damn it you piece of fucking snail slime, I've had enough of your shit!" She snarled at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt to raise his head closer to hers.
"Stop messing around with the city every goddamn day! It's getting old! You're like what? Twenty-five? Go find something else to do pencildick!"
"Twenty-four actually." Butch managed to get out though blood stained teeth. "I'm younger then you, remember sweetheart?"
The statement earned him another punch to the face – The second blow just as savage as the first. He let a pained hiss past his teeth as he felt his nose. Yup, it was definitely broken. First punch must have just cracked the cartilage.
"Keep it up Butch." Buttercup snarled. "I could do this all day. I don't have any other plans."
"Good, I get you all to myself then."
The faintest blush rose across her cheeks, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Instead she growled, "The only reason why I haven't throw you into the Townsville penitentiary is because I'm bored."
Butch gave her a bloody smirk that made her insides churn. (Though ironically enough, not in a bad way) "What a coincidence, so am I."
"… You only started wrecking the downtown because you knew I would come, didn't you?"
"Took you long enough to figure it out."
Buttercup slowly got off of him and allowed him to rise up off the tarnished concrete, shaking bits of gravel out of his hair as he did so – bloody nose already healed. He shot her a dark grin.
"Waddya say we go all out? For old times' sake babe?"
"I swear to god Butch, one of these days I am going to end you."
"Aw, I love you too sweetheart."
An angry scream, and two different streaks of green later, both where flying thought the city at top speed - Butch cackling maniacally as he avoided his counterpart's eyes beams.
Damn it all to hell, he really liked that woman.
.
XxX
She was breaking my bones when
I was bursting their noses
Kickings for my sweetheart
Bruises that I just don't miss
And she said "I can't love you anymore than this!"