Hey all!!! I'm back! It has been oh so long!! I hope you guys still love
me! lol. Well I'm going to stop blabbing now to let you read the long
awaited chapter. Oh by the way, about that Devil Dog Road thing...I was
wondering if I should just cancel it for a fanfic and just write it as a
regular fic on fictionpress.net or whatever. Let me know what you think!
Thanks a million you guys/gurls!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls or any related characters, but I do own this story.
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"No this can't be!" I screamed. I touched my forehead where there layed a huge, disgusting, bright red blemish. "I don't understand how I got this! I wash my face in the morning and in the night!" I muttered while shaking my head. I didn't notice then that all the people that were surrounding me had vanished.
Just then, I heard a loud, yet stern yell coming from the direction of my house. "Buttercup!!" the voice screamed again. "What the crap?! What did I do now?!" I snapped at no one in particular. I flew off towards my house where an angry looking Blossom stood. "How many times have I told you not to leave your dirty laundry laying outside the foot of your bedroom door??" Blossom said heatedly with her hands on her hips and shaking a finger at me. I rolled my eyes and climbed the stairway towards my room. 'Blossom might as well marry the Professor and be my mother because I surely don't see her as my sister anymore,' I thought bitterly. I chuckled at the idea then got nausiated. "Eww! Icky!" I said quietly.
I reached my bedroom and quickly snatched up all of my dirty clothes and walked into my room. I then dropped the clothes on my bed and slammed my door. As soon as the clothes hit my bed, I noticed something small fall off the bed and land on the carpet with a thud. I walked over to it and rapidly recognized what it was. It was that small ebony angel from the antique shop. It was the last item I had looked at in that figurine room. But how did it get here? I looked over to where my clothes lay and noticed that my jeans that I had worn that day when I went to that antique shop, were cupped up at the bottom. I figured that when I was rushing out to go meet up with Bubbles and Blossom, I knocked it over and the ebony angel landed in the cup of my jeans.
I was bending over to pick it up, when I felt a poke on my sides. I spun around and saw Brick with a broad grin slapped on showing off his brilliantly white and perfect teeth. Behind him stood Boomer and Butch. I glared at Brick. "I couldn't help it, Butters, you looked really vulnerable for that type of trick," Brick said. "Don't call me "Butters", you know I hate that god-awful nickname," I said unhappily. "Okay, Butters!" Boomer chirped. I gave him a death glare. "Boys! It's time to go home!" Ms. Bellum called. "You're goin' already?" I asked. "But you guys just got here, or am I wrong?" "I'm afraid you are, Butters, uhh I mean Buttercup," Brick spoke. "Yeah, us dudes were outside playin' wit yo dog," Butch said. (He had developed a ghetto lingo ever since he got into high school.) "Yeah, and it frickin' bit me when we were leaving to go to your room!" Boomer snapped showing his bitten hand. Blood was dripping down. "It's lucky you guys always have shots and stuff your pets," Brick explained. "Dog?" I questioned. "We don't have a dog..."
The Boomer stopped breathing. "You mean..." Boomer began. I nodded. "Oh my frickin' God! What if that damn thing had rabies?!" Boomer shouted hysterically. He raced to my bathroom and started scrubbing on his wound with soap. "Aaaaahhhh!! It burns!!" he screamed. I snorted with laughter. "Hey Genius, you were supposed to wash the bite immediately after it bit you!" Brick and Butch joined in the laugh. "BOYS! Are you guys up there?! Get down here now! It's time to go!" Our laughter and Boomer's tiny cries of pain stopped abruptly at the fierce tone of Ms. Bellum's voice. We all flew downstairs and landed in front of a furious looking Ms. Bellum. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you children?!" she roared. "Now let's go! I have a million papers to work on!" With that, she turned sharply and stormed off to her car. I winced at her viciousness. I have to admit, I have never seen Ms. Bellum so furious before. "Can somebody say, PMS?" Brick joked. We all let out nervous laughs. "BOYS!" Ms. Bellum screamed. "Later!" Brick, Boomer, and Butch whispered in unison and sped off.
I closed the door and then headed back to my room. As I entered upon my domain, I then remembered that I had left that ebony piece still on my floor. I walked in without shutting my door and bent over to pick it up again. The smooth and shiny material was cold against my skin. I gave it a light toss in the air and caught it again I smirked. "Heh. A two for one deal...Not bad."
At that very moment my door slammed shut. My windows that had once been open, fell into place of the window lock and my closet door opened and shut by itself. My heart raced and my breathing quickened. The blinds on my windows opened and closed casting an on and off motion of the sunlight. I looked a little closer at the brief light. In the light, there was a flashing of the number ten. "Ten?" I whispered confused. Then the blinds and my closet door stopped opening and closing and just stayed shut. "What the h-" A terrible growl that came from underneath my bed cut me off. I looked down and gave out a silent scream. The shock unabled me from any type of struggle or any movement at all. But the one thing that will most likely be engraved in my mind was the very unholy, rotting hand that tried to pull me under. I might never know where 'under' might exactly be, but to my knowledge, I'm damn sure it was trying to pull me into Hell...
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Author's Note: Well that's it for now. :( I'm sorry it's such a short update for such a loooooooong wait. Well right after this (11:12p.m 3/26/04 heehee...I started kinda late.) I'm gonna get started on making a second chapter for Girl's Night Out. *dodges rocks being thrown at her* I'll try to make a quicker update and a longer one too! *gets hit in the head with a rock* Have mercy on my soul peoples! *runs away from mob carrying flaming torches and pictures of Britney Spears* Please Review!! Remember: Flame=lame and review=kachoo?-uhh..sorry I don't know what rhymes with review and equals good lol ^_^ But whatever you get the message don't cha?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls or any related characters, but I do own this story.
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"No this can't be!" I screamed. I touched my forehead where there layed a huge, disgusting, bright red blemish. "I don't understand how I got this! I wash my face in the morning and in the night!" I muttered while shaking my head. I didn't notice then that all the people that were surrounding me had vanished.
Just then, I heard a loud, yet stern yell coming from the direction of my house. "Buttercup!!" the voice screamed again. "What the crap?! What did I do now?!" I snapped at no one in particular. I flew off towards my house where an angry looking Blossom stood. "How many times have I told you not to leave your dirty laundry laying outside the foot of your bedroom door??" Blossom said heatedly with her hands on her hips and shaking a finger at me. I rolled my eyes and climbed the stairway towards my room. 'Blossom might as well marry the Professor and be my mother because I surely don't see her as my sister anymore,' I thought bitterly. I chuckled at the idea then got nausiated. "Eww! Icky!" I said quietly.
I reached my bedroom and quickly snatched up all of my dirty clothes and walked into my room. I then dropped the clothes on my bed and slammed my door. As soon as the clothes hit my bed, I noticed something small fall off the bed and land on the carpet with a thud. I walked over to it and rapidly recognized what it was. It was that small ebony angel from the antique shop. It was the last item I had looked at in that figurine room. But how did it get here? I looked over to where my clothes lay and noticed that my jeans that I had worn that day when I went to that antique shop, were cupped up at the bottom. I figured that when I was rushing out to go meet up with Bubbles and Blossom, I knocked it over and the ebony angel landed in the cup of my jeans.
I was bending over to pick it up, when I felt a poke on my sides. I spun around and saw Brick with a broad grin slapped on showing off his brilliantly white and perfect teeth. Behind him stood Boomer and Butch. I glared at Brick. "I couldn't help it, Butters, you looked really vulnerable for that type of trick," Brick said. "Don't call me "Butters", you know I hate that god-awful nickname," I said unhappily. "Okay, Butters!" Boomer chirped. I gave him a death glare. "Boys! It's time to go home!" Ms. Bellum called. "You're goin' already?" I asked. "But you guys just got here, or am I wrong?" "I'm afraid you are, Butters, uhh I mean Buttercup," Brick spoke. "Yeah, us dudes were outside playin' wit yo dog," Butch said. (He had developed a ghetto lingo ever since he got into high school.) "Yeah, and it frickin' bit me when we were leaving to go to your room!" Boomer snapped showing his bitten hand. Blood was dripping down. "It's lucky you guys always have shots and stuff your pets," Brick explained. "Dog?" I questioned. "We don't have a dog..."
The Boomer stopped breathing. "You mean..." Boomer began. I nodded. "Oh my frickin' God! What if that damn thing had rabies?!" Boomer shouted hysterically. He raced to my bathroom and started scrubbing on his wound with soap. "Aaaaahhhh!! It burns!!" he screamed. I snorted with laughter. "Hey Genius, you were supposed to wash the bite immediately after it bit you!" Brick and Butch joined in the laugh. "BOYS! Are you guys up there?! Get down here now! It's time to go!" Our laughter and Boomer's tiny cries of pain stopped abruptly at the fierce tone of Ms. Bellum's voice. We all flew downstairs and landed in front of a furious looking Ms. Bellum. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you children?!" she roared. "Now let's go! I have a million papers to work on!" With that, she turned sharply and stormed off to her car. I winced at her viciousness. I have to admit, I have never seen Ms. Bellum so furious before. "Can somebody say, PMS?" Brick joked. We all let out nervous laughs. "BOYS!" Ms. Bellum screamed. "Later!" Brick, Boomer, and Butch whispered in unison and sped off.
I closed the door and then headed back to my room. As I entered upon my domain, I then remembered that I had left that ebony piece still on my floor. I walked in without shutting my door and bent over to pick it up again. The smooth and shiny material was cold against my skin. I gave it a light toss in the air and caught it again I smirked. "Heh. A two for one deal...Not bad."
At that very moment my door slammed shut. My windows that had once been open, fell into place of the window lock and my closet door opened and shut by itself. My heart raced and my breathing quickened. The blinds on my windows opened and closed casting an on and off motion of the sunlight. I looked a little closer at the brief light. In the light, there was a flashing of the number ten. "Ten?" I whispered confused. Then the blinds and my closet door stopped opening and closing and just stayed shut. "What the h-" A terrible growl that came from underneath my bed cut me off. I looked down and gave out a silent scream. The shock unabled me from any type of struggle or any movement at all. But the one thing that will most likely be engraved in my mind was the very unholy, rotting hand that tried to pull me under. I might never know where 'under' might exactly be, but to my knowledge, I'm damn sure it was trying to pull me into Hell...
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Author's Note: Well that's it for now. :( I'm sorry it's such a short update for such a loooooooong wait. Well right after this (11:12p.m 3/26/04 heehee...I started kinda late.) I'm gonna get started on making a second chapter for Girl's Night Out. *dodges rocks being thrown at her* I'll try to make a quicker update and a longer one too! *gets hit in the head with a rock* Have mercy on my soul peoples! *runs away from mob carrying flaming torches and pictures of Britney Spears* Please Review!! Remember: Flame=lame and review=kachoo?-uhh..sorry I don't know what rhymes with review and equals good lol ^_^ But whatever you get the message don't cha?
