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 37: Glory and Gore – Lorde

The sun was setting behind Townsville's city skyscrapers, casting long shadows onto the ground below.

Two different shades of green light weaved in and out of the tall shadows at blinding speeds – sending shockwaves rippling through the still, summer air as they duked it out in the orange sky above the city – desperately trying to land as many savage blows on the other as they could while taking the least amount of damage.

Buttercup grit her teeth as she dodged a particularly brutal punch from her counterpart, before retaliating with a devastating roundhouse kick to his back, sending him flying in the opposite direction.

She didn't have time to catch her breath before he was rocketing back towards her at full speed – the feral bellow that ripped from his maw, echoing around the skyscrapers that surrounded them, as she flew towards him at a blinding speed.

She collided with Butch head on, and suddenly found herself engaged in a tangle of limbs as both powerhouses ripped and tore at each other – desperately trying to make the other submit as they plummeted back towards the ground.

They hit the ground hard, creating a crater in the already battered asphalt from the force of their impact, but neither refused to separate as they continued to tear wildly into each other.

Neither of them cared about the damage that they were causing to the city. Their focus was on each other, unwavering and defiant.

Right now, the city wasn't a city to them – it was their colosseum, and they were the gladiators who were fighting to the death within its confines.

Finally, Buttercup saw an opening in his defenses and sent a green blast at him that blew him back several feet away from her – leaving a deep concrete trench in his wake.

Butch didn't get up immediately afterward – being too drained from the last couple of blows he had taken from his counterpart to move, but Buttercup wasn't about to take any chances with him – knowing full well that the chemical X in his system would make him as good as new in a few minutes.

She stomped towards him, blood running freely from her own cuts and gashes that he had given her, but she didn't bother to wipe the crimson liquid away. She liked the sting, it helped her focus. Made her feel alive.

She stopped a foot away from him and glared down at the lanky, well-muscled man lying in his self-made concrete trench – looking up defiantly at her with a twisted grin on his bloodied (but rather handsome) face.

"Well Sunshine? It's your move. You gonna finish it?" he asked her teasingly with a dark laugh, and Buttercup hesitated.

He was done – she could tell. She wasn't about kicking people while they were down. It wasn't her style.

But there was something about him that made the dark beast inside her rear up and yearn for his blood. Made her want to grind his face against the asphalt, and smash his bloodied face against her own-

She shook her head frantically. No, she wasn't going to go there, she wouldn't let him taunt her into a blind rage like he usually did. She wasn't going to give in, not this time-

"Admit it babe" you fucking love this, don't you? You twisted bitch." Butch cackled maniacally from his spot on the ground, laughing harder as her face twisted in fury.

Buttercup gnashed her sharp, white teeth together at his comment. She was going to crush him like the insignificant little snail that he was, and when she did, she'd see who was laughing then.

But something made her pause at the last second, and a blank look crossed over her face.

She knelt down in front of him as a wild grin began to crawl up her cracked lips. Butch stared back at her with a grin that matched her own, and knowing look on his face.

"You know, I'll let you in on a little secret Butch." She murmured in his ear so quietly, that if he didn't have super hearing he wouldn't have heard her at all.

"You're right. I do love this."

Butch smirked triumphantly at her, showcasing his bloodstained teeth. "Then hit me harder, you sadist little bitch."

And she did – feeling nothing less than satisfied as she watched his blood spray across the shadowed pavement.

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XxX

There's a humming in the restless summer air

And we're slipping off the course that we prepared

But in all chaos, there is calculation

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun