(A/N: Sorry about the "4 months" ordeal. I meant 4 hours, and I've changed it. Anyway, thanks for the reviews to everyone… :counts reviews: …to all two of you. Yay. No one ever reviews this but you guys, so you get a gold star. I genuinely thank you, but I really wish other people would review. Sorry it took so long, it just took a while to think up what would happen. Anyway, enjoy—A thoroughly depressed Secret7)

Chapter 4

There was a loud explosion of light, and Blossom's eyes widened.

Like angels of Death, there they were, looming over them like cruel spirits.

But…no…it wasn't them

Not nearly as horrible as that would be.

"Hey, Powerpussies!" Boomer called. "What's going on?"

"Now…is not...a good time…" growled Buttercup, glaring at the Rowdyruff boys.

"Does it look like we give a flying--" Butch was interrupted.

"Look. Let's get this straight." Brick began. "We hate you, you hate us. So let's just kill each-oth--"

WHAM

Brick was slammed into the wall by Blossom, his face being pounded by a barrage of punches. Brick felt each and every one, and they stung more than anything he had felt before. The blows themselves seemed to be full of hate. Things seemed to slow down. Blossom let go of punch after punch, and Brick looked at her face. It was full of hatred and worry. For the first time, he was genuinely concerned about the enemy. Before he could be smashed again, however, Boomer pulled Blossom from Brick, throwing her into another wall, which cracked due to the sheer force of the throw.

Butch immediately took the time to lunge at Bubbles in the chaos of the fight. A kick sufficed to cause her jaw to dislocate, knocking her to the floor in tears. It was repairable. For some reason that's what Brick had said. "Rough 'em up, but don't kill 'em."

Bubbles grimaced in pain, feeling blood running down from her mouth. She closed her eyes. Hatred…anger…it flowed like a river of death. She closed her eyes, concentrating on hurting him…killing Butch.

Butch grabbed his neck. Trouble breathing… He gasped a little. He felt something on his neck, like some invisible force gripping insanely. It got tighter.

"Wh…what the…h…hell?"

It was growing stronger, and he could barely breath.

At the same moment, Boomer was smashed straight in the forehead by Buttercup, causing him to fall to the ground. Temporarily. He leapt back up, glaring at the girl.

"You are gonna pay for that one!" he virtually screamed.

He charged forward, delivering an incredibly painful uppercut to Buttercup's jaw. She went flying into the ceiling.

--

The Professor could hear what was going on, but did it really matter?

Maybe the girls were right…he was just a monster. A murdering bastard that deserved death as much as Satan himself did.

So why help them?

What am I thinking? he virtually screamed in his mind. I love them!

Do you? A colder, darker part of his mind whispered.

He ignored it, grabbing the large Imperial issue blaster rifle he had hidden in his chemical cabinet. He loaded it and began the run up the stairs. Before he could do anything however, someone burst through his laboratory door. It was Butch, floating in the air and grasping his neck. It didn't appear that he was floating of his own accord either. In a split second Isaac Utonium knew what was happening. He dashed up the stairs, grasping the blaster rifle tightly. There.

"She's losing a lot of blood…" the Professor muttered. But the gesture she was using… "Oh my God…"

He set the blaster to stun and prayed that he would be forgiven. He aimed it at Bubbles and—

A kick to the stomach. He crumpled to the floor. Bubbles fell unconscious, probably due to blood loss. Utonium had different matters to attend to, as Brick socked him across the face.

Bubbles was knocked out, and Buttercup was still fighting Boomer…but where was Blossom?

There was a loud noise, the sound of a fist connecting with one's face, and Brick buckled down to the floor. Blossom stood over his crumpled form, a strange look on her face.

She abruptly embraced the Professor.

"Daddy!" she whispered. "What's happening to me? What's happening to us? What's happening...to everything?"

The Professor closed his eyes tightly.

"I wish I knew."

End of Chapter 4