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Author's Note: Contact me at theak472@aol.com.
Thanks for all the reviews. Um, I don't think the ruffs will die. Well, you'll
have to wait and see. Mwahaha. This is, yes, going to be long, very long (if I
don't write myself into a corner). Oh, and in the previous episode, I forgot to
have Blossom take their picnic stuff home. Well, she did. Write that into your
imagination.
PS. This is going to be short.
More of Brick's thoughts than actual content, heh.
Maybe I'm Twisted
by Rey
Chapter 8 - The
Disappearances Begin
"Consequences that I've rendered have stretched myself beyond my
means." - Staind
"D -
Destroy her?" Butch stammered quietly, staring up at Bubbles in wonder. Why
did you have to follow me? Bubbles, upon spotting him, hopped down into the
room, smiling.
"Hi.. Butch.
I'm... I'm sorry for what Buttercup did. Really..."
Well? What are
you waiting for? She's Buttercup's sister. Buttercup did this to you, she
hurt you, she attacked you, and made you helpless. In front of your
brothers. In front of Blossom and Bubbles. In front of everyone, the voice
laughed maliciously. The words spurned him on, as his rage killed his reasoning.
It'd be just like hurting Buttercup. He could practice on Bubbles. He could take
them all down.
"Butch?" Bubbles' consoling expression slowly turned to fear, as she
watched Butch. His form was slowly stiffening, his green eyes going from mellow
to harsh. She took a step back slowly. "..Are you okay?"
Butch roared, and
lept at her. She screamed, and everything went black.
I did the right thing. I did
the right thing. ...Buttercup will never like me again.
Brick was silent
on the flight back towards the tower, but Boomer had a lot to say.
"It's your
fault, asshole," the blonde growled, a navy blue streak alongside a dark
red one. "We could have avoided this whole mess if you hadn't gone all
squishy-mushy with Butterbutt. 'tleast you made the right choice in the
end."
A roar, and a
scream. Brick tilted his head, quickening his pace. "Did you hear
that?"
Boomer paused his
tirade. "Yeah."
"Come on.
Something's going down."
Just like it said. Everything
would be great for a while.
Buttercup watched
Boomer and Brick disappear over Townsville. Reality slowly set in, and she broke
down and cried into the dust. After a while, she managed to gather herself
together, and blasted off, still sobbing, towards home.
But it wouldn't take long to
crash.
Buttercup burst
through the girls' room door, and fell upon the bed, openly crying, rubbing
grimy hands into her eyes. Blossom jerked upright, eyes wide.
"Buttercup!
What happened? Did he hurt you?"
"N-no...
He's... h-he's g-g-gone..." She forced, sniffing quietly. Blossom sighed,
climbing onto the bed next to her.
"I
don't understand why you did that, Buttercup. I won't ask you about it, either.
Alright?" Buttercup sniffed again, scrubbing her right eye, and nodded. She
glanced around slowly, the tears running rivers down the grime on her cheeks.
"Where's... where's Bubbles?"
"She
set off after Butch."
"... oh
no."
..two down, it said.
Brick peeled
back the trapdoor, and Boomer dropped down into the hideout.
"I
don't see much, come on down," He called up, squinting through the
darkness. Brick dropped down beside him, reaching to turn on a lamp nearby.
The light
shone across the room, and Brick inhaled suddenly, his brother beside him
blinking and rubbing at his eyes. The room was in ruins, furniture upset, burns
from eye beams streaking the walls in charred designs.
And, traces
of carmine against the stone floor. Blood. The scarlet streaks were splattered
across the floor, across the walls, even on the ceiling.
Blood-streaked, tattered, there lay a black shoe. Bubbles' shoe.
...how many more to go?
Blossom and
Buttercup dropped down into the Rowdyruff's room, just as Boomer bent to pick up
Bubbles' shoe, hand trembling.
"WHAT
DID YOU DO -" Buttercup began, but stopped abruptly. She stared around at
the scene, digesting. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she fainted.
Brick darted
forward, supporting her before she crashed into the ground. He eased her down
onto her back, his gaze flicking upwards to set on Blossom. "What
the hell happened here?!"
"Why
are you asking me?! We should be asking you that!"
Boomer
shuddered, holding up Bubbles' shoe. A drop of blood eased its way down the
polished surface and splashed on the floor in a miniscule puddle.
"Is...
this... is this all that's left?"
There was a
short pause, and Blossom gulped, closing her eyes. At Brick's feet, Buttercup
stirred, and he knelt down to her.
"Bee-Cee.
Bee-Cee, it's me, Brick," he said, shaking her gently. "Wake up."
"Oh...
Oh, God, Brick. I'm sorry. Oh God, I just... I..." She blinked slowly, and
sat up, staring at the gore which surrounded her. Her head bowed slowly.
"..this is all my fault."
Boomer
dropped Bubbles' shoe and exploded, "You're damn right this is your
fault! Butch is gone and so's your queer sister!!"
"Boomer, shut up, okay?" Brick snapped. Boomer's mouth opened and
closed, and he fell silent.
Blossom lay
a hand on Brick's shoulder, steadying herself, cheeks pale. "Are there any
other.. other clues? Other than her s-shoe?"
Buttercup
slowly climbed to her feet, Brick managing somehow to support Blossom and help
Buttercup up at the same time. "We haven't searched yet." Boomer
looked up slowly, his gaze fixed on Blossom. He slowly shuffled over, taking her
weight off Brick.
"...You
don't look so good. Get some fresh air up there." He pointed up through the
trapdoor. Blossom, who was now decidedly green, simply nodded and disappeared
outside, the sounds of retching reaching their ears. Buttercup winced.
"Search
for clues," Brick ordered, but his voice trembled. That was the two
down. What about the rest?
"I
haven't found anything," Buttercup mumbled, settling down next to Blossom.
Boomer, followed by Brick flew out in front of them.
"Neither have we," Boomer said. Blossom shuddered, wiping her mouth.
"Is...
then... then there's no .. no body?" She whispered, huddling down slowly.
Buttercup gingerly set an arm around her shoulders.
Brick shook
his head, and Blossom buried her face in her hands pathetically. Then there's
a chance she might be alive...
Buttercup
closed her eyes, holding her sister as comfortingly as she could. What have I
done?
"Oh,
look, they're not happy anymore!" Him tapped his wine glass with a huge
grin, his sister seated by his side, dirty leather jacket and all. The TV in
front of them flickered slightly, showing the four remaining children gathered
together in a mess.
"Ah
say, that weren' a noice thing t'do at all," Her frowned, sipping the
champagne delicately. "Y'still think you've won, tho'?"
"Sister
dearest, it doesn't seem as if you've done anything to remedy the problem."
"Noat
yeet, anyway," Her burred like an English woman. Him chuckled.
"Let's
see how you'll wriggle out of this one, hmm?"
Rey: Thanks for reading,
comments welcome, address listed above. English exam tomorrow (compo and paper).
I suppose this is like practicing for it.