Caught in the Crossfire
By Kevin Larry Ivy
I don't own the Powerpuff girls or any related characters. I do own Leviathan, Sezu, Kisu, Delu, Glyja, Beelzebub, and the six dark puffs.
A/N: If this story were to have an actual second genre, at this point it would probably be romance. You'll see why, but don't expect happy endings yet.
Belial sniffles. Just moments ago Blitz and Blood had decided to pay a visit with some of their friends. So for the last hour or so she'd been at the mercy of about ten girls intent on making her suffer…things had definitely been shitty since she'd let herself get captured. She rarely had time like this to rest and think to herself. Blitz and Blood made it a point to leave the door wide open so everyone can observe the completely defenseless girl within. So every three to five minutes or so, someone would stumble across the room and have their way with Belial. Almost all of them had been past victims of hers, which made it all the more humiliating. But still there were hundreds (it seemed to Belial) who were just random demons. Male, female, it didn't matter. She began crying and begging the second someone walked into the room. Blitz and Blood must have a sign or something on the door. Everyone who came to "see" her knew exactly what to do to her, and where to do it. Her poor feet are still twitching. Luckily for her they are still in the dark about the most effective way to tickle her…at least so far. She really hopes Blaze doesn't tell them. She can't remember a time when she'd felt this pathetic. She hates it…being in control; making others beg for mercy was a thrill she can't get enough of. Now when she's the one begging for mercy, she realizes just what a monster she really is. Everything she'd done in her life is now coming back on her a hundred fold.
"Then it all crashes down…and you break your crown…and you point your finger and there's no one around…." She softly sings to herself in a shaky voice. Her throat is sore, her body aches…the way she feels really has no word to describe it short of shit. And even that's an understatement. Hell, that's the only word that can properly describe anything. It's where she is, it's what she's being put through…it's what she put others through. Belial hangs her head and begins crying, not from the non-stop tickling, or the helplessness of her situation. No, she's crying because she finally realizes just how horrible she is. She'd lived her life by dominating others and making them beg for mercy. Now after five long years as the queen of the world, everything's turned to shit. She thinks back to all the people she's done this too; all the other girls she's restrained and mercilessly tickled until they were near the point of insanity. All of that just makes the tears flow faster. She's a monster; she deserves all of this and more. But being the little girl that she is, she can't help wishing it would stop. She can't get rid of the selfish desire to get free and make Blitz, Blood, Blaze, all of them pay for this. Then of course, there's the side of her mind that is dominating her thoughts.
"Daddy…Daddy please help me…" At the moment, there's really nothing Belial wouldn't give for just a chance to curl up in the corner and cry for a few hours. Her arms are sore from being stretched high above her, and her legs are stiff from not moving. Her back is killing her too; it would be great to be able to walk around. But no…she's stuck in this damned chair. They just had to make material that her powers couldn't break. Not that it mattered, with the constant assault on her body and specifically her feet her powers were pretty much dead anyway. If she could just have maybe an hour alone she'd be strong enough to maybe start using her psychic powers to keep people away from her. But oh…she couldn't just die from dehydration or starve to death could she? Her dear uncle just had to give her a little gift. As long as she's in this chair, she doesn't need to eat, sleep, drink, even use the bathroom. Just another gift from dear uncle Leviathan; Thanks Unc next time just throw me in the damned lake of fire.
The door swings open and a group of giggling demons…probably Succubi from the look, enter. Belial's voice catches in her throat before she begins crying harder and begging them to let her go. Her please of course fall on deaf ears, as two Succubi take a place at her feet, a third sits on her ankles and stares hungrily at her toes, and the rest arrange themselves around her helpless body and begin their torture of the once proud Belial.
Blaze's Room
Blaze lies on her bed, alone in the dark. She is only wearing her thin, violet nightgown. Her eyes are distant, she barely moves as she stares at the wall of her room. She sighs and rolls over onto her back, creating a little flame in her hands and watching it dance around. It takes the form of two people dancing, then becomes more detailed, down to the smallest imaginable. She now has little fire replicas of herself and Belial dancing over her stomach. While they're dancing the fire Blaze leans up and kisses fire Belial, who wraps her arms tightly around the fire Blaze's waist and kisses her back. Blaze's eyes water and another soft sigh escapes her lips.
"I wish it was real…" she whispers to herself while the fire Blaze and Belial go back to dancing around above Blaze. Blaze rolls over onto her side and stares at the wall, her concentration still sharp enough for her little creations to keep dancing away happily. Ever since she met Belial in that warehouse that Belial had created with her powers, Blaze had been thinking about the pink-haired beauty non-stop. She had memorized every intricate detail of Belial's flawless appearance, from her upside-down cross necklace to her shoe size. Blaze is very much obsessed with Belial. Almost every night she finds herself dreaming about Belial. Sometimes the dreams involve tickling and sometimes they don't, but when she wakes up, Blaze always finds herself wanting Belial more and more.
Ever since she tickled Belial she hasn't left her room. Part of her is afraid to leave…what happened to her while she was tickling Belial was amazing…but it scared her for some reason. She really didn't know why, but she felt like she did something bad when that happened. To confuse her even more, it had happened again that night when she'd gone to bed. She was dreaming of Belial like usual. Belial had been tickling her, kissing her every now and then as well. Somewhere along the line Blaze had woken up, and it had happened again. She stays in her room more than she used to now, just lying in bed like she is now and dreaming about being with Belial. She wants to go see her again, more to talk to her and tell her how she feels than to play with her. But what if that…whatever it was happens to her again while she's talking to Belial? That would be so embarrassing…so here she is, hiding in her room from the world.
Lately she'd been feeling so tired…probably from her lack of activity. Her eyelids feel like they way a ton at the moment. She finally relents and closes her eyes. After she falls asleep the little flame dancers fade away into nothing.
Blaze's Dream
Blaze opens her eyes and smiles happily at Belial, who is lying next to her. Belial's eyes are closed and she's wearing a small smile on her beautiful face. She is wearing a light pink nightgown that matches her hair perfectly and makes her look even more beautiful in Blaze's eyes. Blaze of course is still wearing her violet nightgown. Blaze snuggles closer to Belial, who yawns and little and opens her eyes. Belial smiles at Blaze and pulls her close. Blaze smiles with pure joy and snuggles in Belial's strong arms. Belial kisses the top of her head and nuzzles her. Blaze sighs happily and enjoys every moment of their innocent snuggling.
Battle's Room
Battle is sitting on the edge of her bed completely absorbed in the video game she's playing (the one she bought in Townsville). Well…not entirely absorbed. Every now and then her eyes drift over to her sister, who is tucked under her blankets and fast asleep. Bomb had suddenly come down with something while the two were sleeping, so Battle carried her in here so she could take care of her. Battle turns back to her game, but can't get into it. So she saves her progress and turns it off, before crawling up next to Bomb. She wraps her arm around Bomb's waist and lies next to her, playing with her black/red hair. Bomb moans slightly and rolls over, now facing Battle. Battle pulls back the covers and slips under them. She hugs Bomb, who relaxes more and begins cooing softly while she sleeps. Battle giggles half-heartedly and kisses Bomb on the cheek.
None of them had ever been sick before, but suddenly they all just started getting sick. First Belial, then Battle, and now Bomb. It happened to Battle after she had that weird dream. Something about a boy with a scary mask is all she remembers. That and singing, someone singing beautifully. Then it's all blank, just…blank. Battle cuddles with Bomb gently, so she can avoid waking her sick sister up. She stares at Bomb's sweaty, but still very pretty face. Battle feels a light blush work it's way to her face. It was weird the relationship the two had. In battle they were basically the perfect team. Off the battlefield though it was different. Battle never felt safer than when she was with Bomb. Bomb was the only person in the whole world she felt she could share anything with…except one thing.
Battle had always acknowledged that she found Bomb very attractive. Ever since they were little kids Battle had always told Bomb how pretty she was on many occasions. Bomb would just blush and giggle and tell Battle she is really pretty too. That always made Battle blush and disagree. Her heart always fluttered and she felt extremely happy whenever Bomb told her that, despite denying that it was true. She always knew that somewhere deep down she really, really liked Bomb. So she was always able to think up fun ways to try to show Bomb how she felt. These games of course, were goading Bomb into tickling her whenever the chance came up. Bomb, of course, always happily obliged sometimes more than Battle had expected.
Battles' warm smile fades, and her blush becomes darker from embarrassment. She wanted to just tell Bomb right out front what she meant to her, but she was afraid of how Bomb would react. Neither of them had ever been boy crazy, but still. Battle didn't want to ruin their perfect friendship. Bomb was her sister and Battle knows she'll do anything she can to make sure Bomb is happy. Even if it means never telling her how much she loves her.
Blood's Room
Blitz and Blood sit on the edge of Blood's bed, playing a video game accompanied with wild whoops and shouts of joy or frustration. Every now and then Blitz glances at Blood out of the corner of her eye. Blitz makes sure she only does this for a second or two and makes sure they are as far spread out as possible…she doesn't want Blood to catch her looking at her. Blitz mentally sighs and cries on the inside. On the outside she remains happy and into the violent game she and Blood are playing. To Blitz's knowledge of her sister (which is very extensive) Blood hated the thought of homosexuals. She'd brought that up tons of times against Blaze. So Blitz was forced to agree on the outside and die on the inside. There is no question in her mind, no second thoughts or anything. Blitz is madly in love with Blood, and Blood would hate her forever if Blitz says anything. So she's forced to live out the rest of her life…grinning and bearing the worst pain she'd ever felt in her entire life.
A Dark CathedralBeelzebub stares into the darkness, watching little screens floating in midair of Belial, Blaze, Bomb and Battle, Blitz and Blood, and finally Malebolgia and the Powerpuff Girls. How sad, it seems no one is happy anymore. Beelzebub tosses his head back and laughs psychotically at this thought. Oh the woes of unrequited love, it makes him laugh harder.