Author
Author's Note: More talking,
more action. Contact me at theak472@aol.com.
Thanks, Sh'moona, for the ideas. I think this one's a little longer.
Maybe I'm Twisted
by Rey
Chapter 4 - Chaos Ensues
"And let us see what the night will bring."
As the last stars
began fading from view in the sky, they reached the church. Buttercup landed,
and the boys followed her lead as she darted through the large double doors and
into the huge hall. Paling moonlight shone through the stained glass windows,
painting patterns on the stone floor.
"Whoa,"
Boomer commented, eyes wide in awe, and his voice echoed through the room to the roof.
"Big."
"Yeah,"
Butch agreed simply. Brick simply surveyed the space in silence.
"Well,
Buttercup," And Brick, as well, earned a disbelieving glance from Boomer at
having used her name,
"Where do you propose we spend the rest of the night?"
Buttercup
pondered this for a moment or two. God, his voice is soooo dreamy... No. Cut
it out. Focused. "Well... there's not much of night left anyway. Just
find somewhere where you can hide yourselves for a couple hours or so. I'll be
around in the morning with some breakfast, and then we'll find you someplace
permanent."
Boomer glanced
around, and shrugged to Butch. Butch shrugged as well. "A'ight,
girlie."
"Oh, and...
and try to keep it quiet, okay? I'd definitely get into trouble if anyone found
out you guys were living ... let alone living here," Buttercup frowned. The
boys smirked.
"If we get
into a mess, we'll let you know, hm?" Boomer grinned. Brick just glanced at
his brothers before soaring up towards the ceiling and glancing around from a
higher viewpoint.
"Hey
guys," he called down. "There's a little nook over here. Kinda small,
but I think it'll hold us. Not something I'd want to live in, though, but it's
good for a night. Boomer ascended to have a look as well, and Buttercup was
about to follow, when Butch muttered to her, "Hey, girl."
"...What?" She blinked at him.
"I know
you've got somethin' for leader boy over there. Now I don't got a problem with
that, but you'd better not mess with his mind..." Butch grinned and cracked
his knuckles, before streaking up to join his brothers. Buttercup frowned a
little as she followed, light green trailing dark green.
On closer
inspection, the "nook" Brick was referring to was just that: A nook,
up on the unexplored "second level" of the church. But it was big
enough, and comfortable enough for a while, although it looked a little dusty.
Boomer hovered over and settled down on the floor.
"Yeah,
dusty. But we'd better let girlie here get some sleep." He waved a hand
lazily towards Buttercup. Butch joined Boomer in the nook, and Brick looked
towards Buttercup, almost anticipating her thoughts.
"Yeah, we'll
be fine. We can take care of ourselves, you know." Brick gazed at her, with
a smile.
Buttercup
laughed, a little nervously. "Okay. Um. I'll be around with breakfast in
the morning. Goodnight, Brick."
"Later,
Bee-Cee." He chuckled, and streaked over to the nook to join his brothers.
Bee-Cee?
It's never been so wrong, it's
never felt so right.
Brick watched
Buttercup leave the church from their high-up vantage point. Butch was settling
down a few feet away to sleep, and Boomer was leaning against the wall, eyeing
Brick.
She's cute, yeah.
And... and she's nice. Yeah. And I think she likes me. Dude. My brain hurts.
"Yo.
Brick."
Does she really
like me?
"Yeah?" He
replied, sounding slightly distracted. Boomer raised a brow cynically at his
lack of attention, and focus. Brick didn't even seem to be listening to him at
all.
I think I'm
starting to like her...
"Dude. Look at
me." Brick glanced at him, eyes narrowed in slight annoyance.
I've only known
her for so long...
"The hell you
want?" He scowled, tilting his cap backwards. Boomer had interrupted his
thoughts, after all.
Oh, Bee-Cee. I
wish I could ask you.
"Sheesh.
Don't have to be a bitch just 'cause your girlfriend left." Boomer
muttered.
"Boomer,
we've only know her for like an hour. Kinda fast for her to become my
girlfriend, huh?" Brick retorted sarcastically. Boomer shrugged, as Butch
looked up from where he rested.
"Dude. I had
a short chat with her just now. Frankly, it's fine if she has the hots for you,
Brick -" And at this, the redheaded one glowered - "But I just said if
she messed with your mind, I'd mess her up bad."
"...You
didn't have to threaten her, Butch. She helped us out, you know."
"Yeah, well.
Just want her to know we're on to her." Butch shrugged, rolling over.
"Now will you guys shut up? I'm trying to get a little shuteye here. I'm
tuckered, yanno."
Boomer glanced at
Brick. "Sorry about that crack 'bout you and... Buttercup." He lowered
his voice, noticing Butch twitch in irritation. "Just... ya know, don't get
too close to the girlie. Don't know what she's on about yet."
Brick turned his
eyes away. "Yeah, well."
Boomer watched
him stare at the church ceiling for a moment more, before rolling onto his back
to get some sleep.
Is this a dead end? What do I do
now?
"Wake
up, Buttercup!" Bubbles' voice trilled happily in Buttercup's face.
She groaned. It... it's morning already? Hadn't she just plopped into
bed...?
"..what?" She grumbled, grabbing a nearby pillow and holding it over
her face.
"Good morning!"
Bubbles giggled, cheerful as always. "It's Sunday and the Professor made us
breakfast again and I bet it's really really good!"
Blossom, at her
usual place by her vanity stand, chuckled, brushing her hair. "Gee,
Buttercup, you look awful tired, like you haven't gotten a wink of sleep. Are
you alright?" Sisterly concern, Buttercup thought.
"Yeah,
Blossom. Just didn't sleep too well," Buttercup muttered, managing to sit
up. "Gah. Bright. Turn out the lights, will you?" She glanced
irritably towards Bubbles.
Bubbles complied
by closing the curtains. "There you go, Buttercup! Now rise and shine, get
washed up, and we'll all go down to eat breakfast together!" She beamed
brightly, dancing around the room. Buttercup sighed, rolling out of bed onto the
floor, and hovering into the bathroom.
Breakfast was
different for Buttercup today. A bowl of cereal and fresh milk, with
strawberries. Buttercup smiled at the Professor, and thanked him. It wasn't
usual for him to have enough time to make them all breakfast, and she supposed
she should be grateful as she sat down to eat.
"Mmm,"
She said, popping the last strawberry into her mouth a couple minutes later. And
it was just in time, too, for the Hotline started buzzing upstairs almost
immediately after.
"I'll get
it!" Blossom streaked up the staircase. Buttercup and Bubbles both tuned
their hearing to that room, and heard such:
"Powerpuff
Girls! Blossom! The Rowdyruff Boys are terrorizing the people down at Townsville
church!" The Mayor was heard to cry in an anguished tone. Buttercup
grimaced visibly, but neither the Professor nor Bubbles noticed.
And then Blossom
spoke. "What? The Rowdyruff Boys, Mayor? Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes,
I'm sure!"
"Alright,
Mayor! We're on it!" She slammed the hotline's phone down and streaked back
downstairs. "Come on, girls! The Rowdyruff Boys are back and they're
terrorizing people at the Townsvil ~"
"We heard,
Blossom!" Bubbles sounded terrified. "They're .. they're back?"
Buttercup was
silent, watching the exchange. "Yes, Bubbles, but there's no time to lose!
We gotta go now!" Blossom cried.
The Professor
looked worried, and asked quickly, "Girls, do you mind using -"
Crash.
"- the
door?"
"There!" Blossom pointed towards the church, where frightened screams
and shouts could be heard. All three girls spiraled downwards, Buttercup
trembling with fear and with anger. I told those boys not to cause
trouble!... Why, Brick?...
The
girls burst through the double doors of the church. "Freeze, Rowdyruff
Boys!" Blossom yelled in her most commanding tone. The people who hid
fearfully behind the pews cheered, and the boys, who were currently zipping
around the ceiling, stopped and gazed down. A brave, imposing Blossom, and next
to her, a frightened-looking Bubbles, who was trying her best to look brave
anyway, and behind them both, a guilty-looking Buttercup.
"Dude.
The girls are here," Boomer commented.
"You're
fast," Butch muttered.
"Shh," Brick shushed them. He raised his voice. "Yo, what'd we
do? We just woke up and we wanted a little exercise!"
"Yeah,
we haven't even gone down there yet!" Boomer added, pointing down at the
pews indignantly.
"Hey,
Buttercup, where's breakfast?" Butch called to Buttercup, who flinched
visibly, her cover blown. Boomer elbowed him in the side. "Nice going,
dumbass." Butch just shrugged.
Slowly,
Blossom turned to face Buttercup, Bubbles still staring at the boys fearfully.
"You?!"
Buttercup
chuckled nervously, averting her eyes. "Um... Yes, Blossom?"
"You
have a lot of explaining to do, Buttercup Utonium," Blossom snapped,
and glared.
Bubbles
whispered towards Blossom, "I think there's something more important right
now, Blossom..." and waved a hand towards the ceiling, where the boys
hovered near.
Blossom
blinked, and turned back around. "Right, Bubbles. So, Rowdyruff Boys! How, how
did you come back?"
"Um." Butch blinked. "Should we tell her, Brick?"
Behind
Blossom's and Bubbles' back, Buttercup hovered, waving her arms and shaking her
head 'no' frantically.
"We...
Um." Brick looked at his brothers. "Jeez, help me out here, would
ya?"
Boomer
shrugged. "Uh. We got Buttercup to do it in her sleep. 'cause, you know, it
sucked being dead. But you can't arrest us, right? We haven't done anything
wrong, right?" He laughed nervously, blinking slowly.
Bubbles
actually giggled. "He's right, Blossom. We can't do anything to them,
'cause they didn't do anythin' bad yet. They don't sound too evil, neitha."
She giggled again happily. "Maybe they could be our friends!"
"I
don't know, Bubbles. You can't judge a book by its cover." Bubbles simply
looked confused, but smiled anyway. "Okay, whatever you say, Blossom."
"What
do you think, man?" Brick looked to his brothers. Boomer shrugged.
"I say
we make up with them or somethin'. At least they can get us a place to stay. As
long as they don't bother us after that, I don't give a damn, they can go
crime-bustin' all they want."
"Well... sounds good to me," Boomer nodded, "But I don't quite
like any of them. They're dumb girlies, the hell do they know?" Butch
tilted his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right, but we shou'n't be queer to
'em if they're gonna help us out, ya know?"
Brick
listened, frowning slightly. "I agree with both of you. You think
they'll take it?"
Butch
smirked knowingly, eyeing Brick. "I know Buttercup will."
Brick
hovered forward from his brothers. "Yo, girls. We got a proposition to
make."
"Well,
go on," Blossom tried not to snap at him. They were the enemy, after
all...! How could... but... why?
"We
ain't looking for trouble here, and we swear we won't go stirring it up
intentionally. What we want is a place to stay, and that's all. We don' mind
becomin' friends or allies here, you get?" Brick gazed at Blossom
hopefully.
Blossom
sighed, turning to her sisters. She had to be reasonable. "Well, what do
you girls think?"
"I
think we should go for it," Buttercup replied immediately, blushing for for reasons unknown, and
glancing away.
Blossom blinked,
confused, and turned to Bubbles. "How about you?"
"Uh-huh... Well, they look nice 'nuff," she giggled.
Blossom
sighed again, turning back to speak to the boys, a resigned expression on her
face.
"...Alright, we accept your proposition. Friends and.. or.. allies,"
she said finally, with a nod.