Hello...My name is Buster Vanni. But, you may call me by some other stupid
nickname. It doesn't matter. I have come to find out that my entire point
of being is to repulse you, sicken you, twist you, and enlighten you all in
the same. And with that thought in mind, please, Die.
Or, enjoy my story...but please know, Dying is preferred.
Coming Loose
By The Tears Of A Mad Man
"Hands up! Everyone! NOW!!" The man stormed into the bank, holding a silver revolver. He wore a ski mask over his face, and a bullet proof vest over his brown shirt. He threw a bag to one of the clerks. "FILL IT!" The man hastily filled the bag with a large amount of cash, and handed it back to the armed robber. "Good! Easy as Pie!" With that, he ran into the street. "That was pretty easy..." He looked towards the sky. It was dark...."Hopefully those stupid brats have already gone to sleep....hehe..." He heard a sound behind him, and he already knew what it was. oh shit. "Well...We thought we'd stay up a little longer." He didn't need to turn around to know who it was, so he ran. Fast. He turned the corner, only to find a chain link fence. "Fuck!!" He screamed, and tried to climb it. Once he touched it, however, he was shot back and his mask was blown off. It was electrified...
He heard something land behind him...no...oh no oh no oh no...
"Now come on, give up already. We're tired and want to go home." The man got up ,and turned around. There stood three little children. one red, one blue, one green...it was those damned Powerpuffs. This was it...
He looked towards the ground...this was it. It was all over....but...wait...
The robber, with his head still down, spoke. "Girls...have you ever played cards?" Blossom, who of coarse was in front of the other two, gave an odd glance. "What?" The crook looked up at them, smiling, much to the girls surprise. He looked rather sloppy, like he hadn't shaved or bathed in a few weeks. His hair was also a brown mess. "Have you ever played a card game?" He asked again. Bubbles, who walked up next to Blossom, said "well, we play Go Fish once in awhile....why?" The felon looked down again. "Not what I was hoping for but.....Girls, Life is one big poker game...And it seems life has given me yet another bad hand...." He looked towards his gun. "And...." He looks up to the girls, looking Buttercup, who was behind both of the other girls, straight in the eye and put the gun to his head. "It looks like I fold."
BAM.
"Oh...my...God...." Was all Blossom could shammer.....
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Soon after, the Police finally arrived. The first thing they see is Bubbles sitting on the curb crying. "B...Bubbles...what happened? Are the other girls in danger?" Bubbles shook her head, still crying, and pointed into the alley. The police looked at each other, and walked in. Once they turned the corner, all was clear. Blood covered one wall, a body was on the ground. He had a gun in his hand. Townsville police might be stupid, but nobodies this ignorant. Suicide. "Oh my..." The Chief of police said, looking toward the gore. He then looked at the other two girls, which seemed to be disturbed as well. Blossom sat with her back on a wall, looking up when the Police walked in. She looked so cold....this must of zapped the charisma out of even her. But strangest of all was Buttercup. she just stood there...a look of shock on her face. She hadn't even moved from the spot she was in when it happened. "Oh no....get a clean up team in here." The Chief said....
He could only hope the Girls were all right....
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It was later that night when the girls finally got back to there home. All of them were still shaken....The images of that mans death were still floating within their heads. The blood...the gunshot...the last look in his eyes...These fresh memories were still making themselves known. The Professor already knew what happened when he saw them walk in. The Police had called in advance, to tell him of the tragic incident. He hugged the girls tightly, and just sat there. Right in the front room, the door still open, they sat there, embracing one another, slowly trying to ease their pain. After about 5 minutes, The Professor let go of his children, and looked down at them, smiling. "Are you girls OK...?" Bubbles and Blossom looked up, and managed a weak smile...but Buttercup....She looked up, and she looked so cold...so scarred...so hurt...it made the Professor so very sad to see he like that...but he thought that, hopefully, it would pass. "Well girls...dinners ready...If your hungry, I made Roast Beef." Bubbles smiled again. "Thanks, Professor." Prof. Utonium patted her on the head, and said "No problem, Sweetie. You girls go eat." Blossom and Bubbles flew to the kitchen, But Buttercup stood there...and after a few seconds, said, "I really don't feel like eating...can I please go to my room?" "Sure, honey." The Professor said, "Its been a long hard day...you go get some sleep." Buttercup slowly started floating to the stairs, muttering "Thanks Professor...." before disappearing from sight.
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It was later...When Buttercup went to her room, she simply laid in her bed, looking at the ceiling...everything seemed to be falling apart...but why, though? Cuz some guy was stupid enough to blow his brains out?! It wasn't her fault! This moron would rather die then go to jail! But wait....what if all villains were like that? Mojo Jojo didn't seem to mind much...you couldn't really put Him in jail...And Fuzzy...well, he's just some hillbilly. But...what about the petty thieves? The ones who have to steal and hurt to feed their families...?
"No No No!!" Buttercup said out loud, grabbing her head. they were bad guys! It wasn't supposed to matter if they died! Then why did she care!? Agghh!! "GOD DAMMIT!!" Buttercup yelled, but then put her hands over her mouth. That was a really bad word...The Professor would get really mad if he heard her say that...Where did she hear it from, anyway...? ... Oh yeah! She heard some villains say it one time...they said it when they got really mad.....Blossom got really upset for some reason when they did it....oh well....it felt kinda good. It let out some anger...
"....fuckin'....Dammit...." She sighed, and smiled to herself. So, this was what its like to Cuss? No wonder adults do it all the time... Well....at least she felt a little better....
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Laughing.
So much laughing...
The sound raped her mind and torn at her soul. It wouldn't stop. Oh god, It wouldn't stop...Oh please, make it stop!! Make it stop!!!
"Its your fault!! Hahaha! You're so pathetic!!"
No....
"You? A superhero?! Hahahaha!! Yeah right!"
No....!
"Look at the little baby!! Hahahaha!!!"
No!!!
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"NOOOOO!!!!" Buttercup screamed as she shot up on her side of the bed. Sweat and tears freely rolled down her face. "Oh please...stop laughing at me...stop laughing at me..." Oh god...its was a nightmare. Just a nightmare...nothing more...
Buttercup was shivering...not from being cold, but from some strange form of fear. What was all that about?! What was her fault?! The guy killing himself!? There was no way she could of stopped that!! Then why do these thoughts keep coming?! Buttercup put her hands in her hands and was about to cry, but remembered her sisters. What if they woke up and saw her like this? She looked over and Bubbles and Blossoms sleeping form...They looked so perfect...so peaceful...Buttercup wished she could have a bit of peace...that'd be nice. But no. Right now her mind was filled with some chaos she needed to sort out. With that thought, she flopped off the bed, and headed for the bathroom.
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She looked at herself in the mirror...her eyes droopy, her hair a mess...dried tears that once rolled down her cheeks... She looked like a wreck...and felt like one too. Buttercup rubbed her face with a wet rag...this was horrible. She couldn't even sleep...gah...what do they call this? Insomnia? Well, what ever it was, it sucked. Buttercup sighed...might as well try to get some sleep...
She lazily slid her hand across the sink as she turned to go back to her room. That's when she felt a sharp pain on her palm. Grabbing it and turning around, she found the means of her pain. A razor blade. the Professors, the be exact. How could that hurt her? She was a superhero! Buttercup picked up the razor...it had an odd gray color to it...and it wouldn't even bend! Then it came to her. The Professor must of made this out of Duranium! It...made sense...they'd never dull or break...so that's what he did with those scraps they had after all those battles...oh well. It probably saves money of razors.
Buttercup looked at the wound on her hand...she licked away the blood...and smiled a little bit. As morbid as it sounds, she liked the taste of blood. She always thought of bleeding as a bonus from fighting. She picked up the razor...and looked at the door. After locking it, she walked back to the sink, still holding the blade.
....
She lifted her night gown, exposing her stomach.
....
Slice.
She grimaced...but...still smiled. It...felt good. she ran he hand over the small wound and brought the blood to her lips. She smiled in a nice relaxed manner....this felt...so good....
Buttercup stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour before going to bed.
End of Chapter One
Or, enjoy my story...but please know, Dying is preferred.
Coming Loose
By The Tears Of A Mad Man
"Hands up! Everyone! NOW!!" The man stormed into the bank, holding a silver revolver. He wore a ski mask over his face, and a bullet proof vest over his brown shirt. He threw a bag to one of the clerks. "FILL IT!" The man hastily filled the bag with a large amount of cash, and handed it back to the armed robber. "Good! Easy as Pie!" With that, he ran into the street. "That was pretty easy..." He looked towards the sky. It was dark...."Hopefully those stupid brats have already gone to sleep....hehe..." He heard a sound behind him, and he already knew what it was. oh shit. "Well...We thought we'd stay up a little longer." He didn't need to turn around to know who it was, so he ran. Fast. He turned the corner, only to find a chain link fence. "Fuck!!" He screamed, and tried to climb it. Once he touched it, however, he was shot back and his mask was blown off. It was electrified...
He heard something land behind him...no...oh no oh no oh no...
"Now come on, give up already. We're tired and want to go home." The man got up ,and turned around. There stood three little children. one red, one blue, one green...it was those damned Powerpuffs. This was it...
He looked towards the ground...this was it. It was all over....but...wait...
The robber, with his head still down, spoke. "Girls...have you ever played cards?" Blossom, who of coarse was in front of the other two, gave an odd glance. "What?" The crook looked up at them, smiling, much to the girls surprise. He looked rather sloppy, like he hadn't shaved or bathed in a few weeks. His hair was also a brown mess. "Have you ever played a card game?" He asked again. Bubbles, who walked up next to Blossom, said "well, we play Go Fish once in awhile....why?" The felon looked down again. "Not what I was hoping for but.....Girls, Life is one big poker game...And it seems life has given me yet another bad hand...." He looked towards his gun. "And...." He looks up to the girls, looking Buttercup, who was behind both of the other girls, straight in the eye and put the gun to his head. "It looks like I fold."
BAM.
"Oh...my...God...." Was all Blossom could shammer.....
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Soon after, the Police finally arrived. The first thing they see is Bubbles sitting on the curb crying. "B...Bubbles...what happened? Are the other girls in danger?" Bubbles shook her head, still crying, and pointed into the alley. The police looked at each other, and walked in. Once they turned the corner, all was clear. Blood covered one wall, a body was on the ground. He had a gun in his hand. Townsville police might be stupid, but nobodies this ignorant. Suicide. "Oh my..." The Chief of police said, looking toward the gore. He then looked at the other two girls, which seemed to be disturbed as well. Blossom sat with her back on a wall, looking up when the Police walked in. She looked so cold....this must of zapped the charisma out of even her. But strangest of all was Buttercup. she just stood there...a look of shock on her face. She hadn't even moved from the spot she was in when it happened. "Oh no....get a clean up team in here." The Chief said....
He could only hope the Girls were all right....
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It was later that night when the girls finally got back to there home. All of them were still shaken....The images of that mans death were still floating within their heads. The blood...the gunshot...the last look in his eyes...These fresh memories were still making themselves known. The Professor already knew what happened when he saw them walk in. The Police had called in advance, to tell him of the tragic incident. He hugged the girls tightly, and just sat there. Right in the front room, the door still open, they sat there, embracing one another, slowly trying to ease their pain. After about 5 minutes, The Professor let go of his children, and looked down at them, smiling. "Are you girls OK...?" Bubbles and Blossom looked up, and managed a weak smile...but Buttercup....She looked up, and she looked so cold...so scarred...so hurt...it made the Professor so very sad to see he like that...but he thought that, hopefully, it would pass. "Well girls...dinners ready...If your hungry, I made Roast Beef." Bubbles smiled again. "Thanks, Professor." Prof. Utonium patted her on the head, and said "No problem, Sweetie. You girls go eat." Blossom and Bubbles flew to the kitchen, But Buttercup stood there...and after a few seconds, said, "I really don't feel like eating...can I please go to my room?" "Sure, honey." The Professor said, "Its been a long hard day...you go get some sleep." Buttercup slowly started floating to the stairs, muttering "Thanks Professor...." before disappearing from sight.
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It was later...When Buttercup went to her room, she simply laid in her bed, looking at the ceiling...everything seemed to be falling apart...but why, though? Cuz some guy was stupid enough to blow his brains out?! It wasn't her fault! This moron would rather die then go to jail! But wait....what if all villains were like that? Mojo Jojo didn't seem to mind much...you couldn't really put Him in jail...And Fuzzy...well, he's just some hillbilly. But...what about the petty thieves? The ones who have to steal and hurt to feed their families...?
"No No No!!" Buttercup said out loud, grabbing her head. they were bad guys! It wasn't supposed to matter if they died! Then why did she care!? Agghh!! "GOD DAMMIT!!" Buttercup yelled, but then put her hands over her mouth. That was a really bad word...The Professor would get really mad if he heard her say that...Where did she hear it from, anyway...? ... Oh yeah! She heard some villains say it one time...they said it when they got really mad.....Blossom got really upset for some reason when they did it....oh well....it felt kinda good. It let out some anger...
"....fuckin'....Dammit...." She sighed, and smiled to herself. So, this was what its like to Cuss? No wonder adults do it all the time... Well....at least she felt a little better....
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Laughing.
So much laughing...
The sound raped her mind and torn at her soul. It wouldn't stop. Oh god, It wouldn't stop...Oh please, make it stop!! Make it stop!!!
"Its your fault!! Hahaha! You're so pathetic!!"
No....
"You? A superhero?! Hahahaha!! Yeah right!"
No....!
"Look at the little baby!! Hahahaha!!!"
No!!!
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"NOOOOO!!!!" Buttercup screamed as she shot up on her side of the bed. Sweat and tears freely rolled down her face. "Oh please...stop laughing at me...stop laughing at me..." Oh god...its was a nightmare. Just a nightmare...nothing more...
Buttercup was shivering...not from being cold, but from some strange form of fear. What was all that about?! What was her fault?! The guy killing himself!? There was no way she could of stopped that!! Then why do these thoughts keep coming?! Buttercup put her hands in her hands and was about to cry, but remembered her sisters. What if they woke up and saw her like this? She looked over and Bubbles and Blossoms sleeping form...They looked so perfect...so peaceful...Buttercup wished she could have a bit of peace...that'd be nice. But no. Right now her mind was filled with some chaos she needed to sort out. With that thought, she flopped off the bed, and headed for the bathroom.
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She looked at herself in the mirror...her eyes droopy, her hair a mess...dried tears that once rolled down her cheeks... She looked like a wreck...and felt like one too. Buttercup rubbed her face with a wet rag...this was horrible. She couldn't even sleep...gah...what do they call this? Insomnia? Well, what ever it was, it sucked. Buttercup sighed...might as well try to get some sleep...
She lazily slid her hand across the sink as she turned to go back to her room. That's when she felt a sharp pain on her palm. Grabbing it and turning around, she found the means of her pain. A razor blade. the Professors, the be exact. How could that hurt her? She was a superhero! Buttercup picked up the razor...it had an odd gray color to it...and it wouldn't even bend! Then it came to her. The Professor must of made this out of Duranium! It...made sense...they'd never dull or break...so that's what he did with those scraps they had after all those battles...oh well. It probably saves money of razors.
Buttercup looked at the wound on her hand...she licked away the blood...and smiled a little bit. As morbid as it sounds, she liked the taste of blood. She always thought of bleeding as a bonus from fighting. She picked up the razor...and looked at the door. After locking it, she walked back to the sink, still holding the blade.
....
She lifted her night gown, exposing her stomach.
....
Slice.
She grimaced...but...still smiled. It...felt good. she ran he hand over the small wound and brought the blood to her lips. She smiled in a nice relaxed manner....this felt...so good....
Buttercup stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour before going to bed.
End of Chapter One