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 70: You're Gonna Go Far Kid – The Offspring
The splintering of glass fragments falling to the ground below, and the gritty crunching of bones echoed though the sky aboue the city of Townsville, as two telltale streaks of green collided with each other with such force, that the sounds of their collisions cracked through the sound barriers like a whip.
Buttercup let out a snarl of frustration as she let a blast of lime green energy escape out of the palm of her hand at the offending dark green blur, as she contemplated the events of the afternoon that had led up to this point.
The day had started off nice enough: she had been doing her daily afternoon patrol of the city, and to her immense relief, it was a quiet day. The weather was clear, and the sun was shining brightly in the middle of the sky – black-lighting everything around her and obscuring her vision… and then her dumbass of a counterpart Butch, had decided that this was the day that he wanted to pick a fight with her – dragging her up to the tops of the town's skyscrapers to brawl where they were currently.
Buttercup snorted inwardly as she collided with Butch again – delivering a particularly savage blow to his ribs. Blossom would skin her alive for this later – after all, she was technically wrecking the buildings around her, something that she was really not supposed to do – but they were clear of any people, she had checked them herself before she had really started to lay into her counterpart.
That damn sun was in her eyes again.
It shone off of the unaffected glass, momentarily blinding her, and giving Butch just enough time to slam into her – knocking the wind out of her. She hissed as the pain tore through her, but smirked in satisfaction as she realized that the dark-haired man was close enough for her to blast out of the sky. Jetting up above him quickly, she gathered all of her energy into the palms of her hands and released it all at once – sending the bulker man careening towards the ground – creating a large creator from the force of his impact.
She didn't even give him enough time to sit up before she was on him – sun black-lighting her, as she slammed herself down onto his broad torso, and glared down at him, as she felt a mixture of blood and sweat trickle down the side of her face.
"Alright you sick fuck, it's over. Give it up." She demanded as she dug her knees into his sides, using her hands to pin his biceps to the destroyed asphalt below them. "I won."
Normally her counterpart would have had a snarky insult to throw back in her face at her boastful declaration, but no verbal barb came. Instead, he simply stared up at her with a slight frown on his face – almost as if he was in a trance.
She frowned. "Earth to Butch. Hello? The fuck is wrong with you? Did I break you beyond repair this time?"
No response. He continued to stare up at her intensely, making her skin prickle. There was something different about the way he was looking at her. There was something there in his dark green eyes that she was sure that she had never seen before.
And in that moment, she found herself getting lost in his rare forest irises as she tried to figure him out. Time seemed to slow as both meta-humans stared at each other – neither sure what to say in the moment.
"Your eyes." Butch finally panted, drawing her back to reality. "Your eyes are something else when we fight, you know that?"
"No. What the fuck are you talking about?" She snapped back without missing a beat.
"Your eyes. They're so bright when we go all out. They're already too fucking light as it is, but when we fight, they really come alive. It's like… lightning or some shit like that."
Under normal circumstances she would have given him a solid punch to the mouth for uttering such absurd blasphemy – but she couldn't bring herself to hit him, seeing how that was probably the closest thing she would ever get to a complement from him. So instead, she squared her shoulders and nodded.
"Thanks. I think."
He hummed, a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat, before the tiniest of smirks made it's way up his cracked lips, making her freeze over top of him.
She opened her mouth to tell him not to even think about it, before he suddenly wrapped his legs around her shoulders and flung her off of him – tossing her onto the tarmac a few feet away from him. She quickly recovered and jumped to her feet at the same time that he rose to his own with a chuckle.
"Don't you wish it was that easy Sunshine? I told you – you can't beat me. I'd never make it that easy for you."
"Good." The word was out of her mouth before she could even stop it. "It wouldn't be as much fun then."
The moment between them was over, she could feel it. Time was catching up, moving twice as fast to make up for it. The air between them crackled with raw energy, and seemed to swirl around them, as they stared at each other again – waiting for the other to make their move.
It was Butch who went first. He grinned crookedly, and brought his hands up, slipping into his traditional southpaw stance. "Come on then kid. Hit me with your best shot."
She mirrored his grin, and flew at him.
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Hit 'em right between the eyes
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives