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 71: Blood In The Cut – K. Flay
Buttercup glowered at the almost offensive scene in front of her, swatting off Floyd and Lloyd as she homed in on what was happening across the room from her.
She was at another random house party with Mitch and the gang and had been enjoying herself, until she spotted her counterpart chatting it up with some girl – whose face was caked in makeup – that she had never seen before.
She didn't have a problem with Butch being at the same party she was at – in fact, she welcomed him if he didn't start shit with her or anyone else – it was the girl that was hanging off his arm that she had issues with.
The heavy bass blaring out of the speakers and laughter from the other party guests faded away into static as her piercing green irises focused on the pair across the room from her.
What did he even see in her? She was just some average looking bimbo with boobs that were clearly fake – nothing special about her… not unlike her on the other hand. She had powers, she was the only one alive that could match him in terms of strength, and she was the only one that could even be considered his equal. So what was so special about the silicone girl, when he could have her.
And that brought her to another question.
What the hell was he doing talking to another girl when he knew that she was there? Did he want he skull kicked in? Because that's what it looked like-
The thought made her freeze in place. What the hell was wrong with her? She shouldn't care about what he was doing with another girl. If anything, she should be grateful that she was distracting him long enough for him to leave her alone for a while.
Its not like she was attracted to him or anything. Its not that she liked him slightly more then she should have. It's not like she had feelings or anything for him.
Why should she? She was a Powerpuff and he was a Rowdyruff. It would never work, they hated each other. They were complete opposites-
And yet, when the nameless girl reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek, it didn't stop her from almost blacking out with rage.
She grit her teeth, crushing her solo cup in her hand – the booze that was in her cup ran down her clenched fist and down onto the floor, but she couldn't feel it. In fact, she could feel or hear anything at all.
It was too damn quiet.
She needed noise. She needed action. She needed to feel that familiar rush of adrenalin coursing though her veins.
She looked up and caught sight of Butch, laughing and flirting with that girl who wasn't her, and something deep inside her chest snapped.
Her bright lime eyes darkened.
She grinned.
She needed blood.
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All I do is pretend to be ok so my friends
Can't see my heart in the blender
Take my head and kick it in
Break some bread for all my sins
Say a word, do it soon
It's too quiet in this room