Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi: Boomer's Story
Chapter Eleven: "Turn and Draw!"
Weasel ran behind a building as a green bolt of light struck the asphalt where he stood a moment ago, making a small crater in the middle of the road. Weasel continued to run, not waiting around for another assault from the false Butch, who was floating the skies above, looking down upon Weasel, as a child with a magnifying glass might look down on an ant, just itching to set him on fire. Weasel ran through alleys, trying to avoid open areas. He continued to keep his laptop secure under his arm; without it, going towards his destination would be meaningless. He heard a car screech on the road, most likely to avoid the hole Barrack had put in the road.
Weasel had not stopped running since he had first encountered the imposter of Butch. Through some miracle, Weasel had managed to evade the imposter's attacks through the woods. Weasel still did not know how he managed to do it, since the imposter certainly had Butch's speed. Granted, Weasel was, after all, a weasel, and was naturally built to move swiftly through the forest; although Weasel usually resented reverting to the habits of his less intelligent brethren, Weasel was forced to run on all fours to move quickly through the woods. However, Weasel was still puzzled as to how he could elude him for so long.
There's only one possible explanation, Weasel thought while running through the alleys of Megaville. This fake Butch's intelligence must be much lower than the real ones. But how…
Suddenly, Weasel realized what the imposter was. Weasel didn't know how he couldn't have thought of it before.
My God…Brisbaine isn't satisfied with just releasing Blaine…he's released all the Backups, despite the fact that Barrack and Blitz are imbeciles. No wonder I could evade him for so long. He's too undeveloped to think ahead…but he's still deadly. Damn you, Brisbaine. Using these botched clones to follow your will without question.
Weasel now knew what Brisbaine's motives were. The fact that he had released Blaine was scary enough, but now Barrack was released, and Weasel had no doubt Blitz was too.
All this…all this to eliminate the boy. However, Weasel quickly corrected his thought. No…not just all this. Eliminating Boomer is just tying up loose ends for this bastard…what he wants is worse…much…much worse.
Weasel rushed out of an alley and ran down the sidewalk. It was only a short distance from his destination. From behind him, Weasel heard Barrack blasts getting closer.
Weasel quickly turned a corner, barely missing one of Barrack's blast, which hit a hot dog stand. Weasel looked down the street and he saw it.
There! I'm here! Weasel thought as he saw the house. It was a plain white house. Normally, it would be hard to distinguish this place from any other house, but two things made it clear it was the house he sought. One was that Weasel memorized the directions to the house in great detail on his laptop, shortly before his helicopter exploded. The other detail was much more obvious.
There was a giant robot sitting on the front lawn, painted with flames on it. Although Weasel knew the house's resident did not own it, the robots' pilot fit in with the people the resident, and more importantly his children, associated with.
The Utonium house... thought Weasel. I must hurry.
Weasel continued running, but he was starting to breath heavily and slowed down. He was getting closer and closer. He could almost make out the word "Utonium" on the mailbox. Just a little farther…
A burst of green energy exploded right behind Weasel. The force of the impact hurled Weasel into the air, and he smashed back on the asphalt. Weasel felt blood gush inside his mouth as his jaw connected with the road. He turned around and saw the Barrack, descending down toward the ground near him. Weasel felt a great fear creep into his soul. He tried to get up and run, but it was no use. If only he could get up…he was only a short distance away from Utonium's door.
Barrack stood over him and pointed his finger at Weasel. Green sparks began to emanate from tip of his finger.
"I'm sorry, sir. But this is where you die," said Barrack, his voice echoing no joy or resentment. He said it flatly, like he was stating a simple fact.
Weasel closed his eyes, and prepared for the worst.
God…help me…if I die, the truth will be lost forever.
However, Barrack looked up, behind Weasel. Behind him, Weasel could barely make out the sound of a door creaking open. He turned back and saw a blond haired girl with blue eyes standing at the doorway. Weasel instantly recognized her from the countless times she and her sisters had been on the news.
It was Bubbles, the Powerpuff Girl.
Standing behind her were the other girls, a boy in a lab coat, and a boy who looked like he had endured a severe beating recently. However, after a moment of looking at him, it finally registered that it was Boomer.
Sweet mother of God… Brisbaine did that?
Bubbles saw Weasel, beaten up on the road just outside their house. Then she saw what she thought was Butch, standing over him, preparing to deal death.
"Good Lord…" she muttered.
Behind Bubbles, Buttercup and Blossom came out of the house onto the front porch. Buttercup began to charge green light in her hand.
"Alright, just what is going on here!" demanded Buttercup.
Weasel turned back towards them.
"Help me!" yelled Weasel.
Boomer was shocked by the sight outside. Boomer felt many things when he saw the figure of Butch. Nervousness. Fear. Speechlessness. But most of all, Boomer felt confusion.
This doesn't make any sense, thought Boomer. Why would he do this?
He saw Butch, standing over Weasel, lying on the ground clutching a laptop, wearing at tattered lab coat. Weasel's fur was bloody and burned.
How could he do this to Weasel? Thought Boomer. Butch was a hothead, who would basically try to assault almost anyone at the drop of a hat. But Boomer never imagined Butch would try to hurt Weasel. Boomer and his brothers had always treated Weasel with respect, since he was partially responsible for bringing them back. Although Boomer knew they were just cloned, not risen from the dead, Butch did not.
So why would he try to hurt Weasel?
Boomer tried to walk out the doorway, but he felt something holding him back. He turned to see Bubbles, looking at him with a worried look in her eyes, holding on to his wrist. Boomer's heart skipped a beat; but, although the sight of Bubbles holding on to him, and more importantly worrying about him, made his heart beat like a jackhammer, Boomer knew this was something he had to do. He had to find out why Butch would do this, even though deep down, Boomer was afraid of facing his brother, who had beaten him in rage only a few hours before.
"It's okay," whispered Boomer to Bubbles, as he slipped out of her grip and walked past Buttercup and Blossom down the porch.
He walked down and looked past Weasel, huddled onto the asphalt of the street. He looked into the face of Butch, whose eyes were cold and emotionless.
"Butch…" said Boomer, his heart in his throat. "What…what are you doing?"
The figure of Butch looked back at Boomer, his facial expression not changing even the slightest bit. Then, he said something that confused Boomer more than anything else he had heard today.
"I'm afraid I do not know who you are," said the person Boomer thought was Butch.
Brisbaine had just finished hearing Blitz's report of the location where Boomer was hiding. Upon hearing his location, Brisbaine became very frustrated.
Dammit…even when that boy doesn't even try, he still complicates my plans, thought Brisbaine.
The fact that the boy was now at Utonium's house made his plan to eliminate Boomer from the picture more complicated. Blaine would be able to kill Boomer…but there was no way he could face Boomer and the Powerpuff Girls on his own. Not to mention that, according to Blitz, there were even more freaks at Utonium's house at the moment that might complicate things further.
However, Brisbaine liked to prepare for everything and he had brought something in the back of his truck, just in case Boomer managed to obtain aid from someone else.
Looks like I'll have to test the next experiment a little early, thought Brisbaine, smirking.
He looked down at Blitz, who was now staring at him, blankly.
"What shall I do now, sir?" asked the clone.
Brisbaine looked down at him, without answering. Brisbaine had not thought about what to do with Blitz afterwards. Blitz's mind was too underdeveloped to aid in the complex procedure needed to destroy Boomer. Blitz's childlike brain would only stand in the way of the plan. Frankly, he had outlived his usefulness.
"You are relieved of duty," said Brisbaine. "Wait here."
Brisbaine went into the back area of his truck, and reached under the damaged operating table he had strapped Boomer to a while earlier. He pulled out a steel briefcase, with an electrical lock, that could only be unlocked by putting in the proper code on the numerical keypad on the briefcase. Brisbaine entered the code quickly, and the briefcase clicked as the lock was release.
Brisbaine opened the case and retrieved a small belt from it. Attached to the belt were almost a dozen small, silver orbs, with blue lights on the top of each one. At the bottom of each orb were the letters "P.E.C.F." Brisbaine took the belt and hid it inside his lab coat.
I have everything I need now, thought Brisbaine.
Brisbaine walked casually out of the back of his truck, back towards Blitz.
"Blitz…get into the back of the truck and await further instructions," said Brisbaine. Blitz immediately did as he bid.
Brisbaine had no intention of giving Blitz any further instructions then or ever.
Once this is over, I will break him down to his atomic structure and harvest his Chemical X. The final phase of Project ROWDY has no need for such defects as Blitz…and Barrack…and especially Boomer.
Brisbaine walked over to the front of the truck. He opened up the passenger side door. Blaine was sitting inside, waiting. He looked up at Brisbaine, eagerly.
"It is time, Blaine," said Brisbaine. "Time for you to fulfill your destiny. Listen…here is what you need to do…"
Up in the sky, many miles above the Earth's surface, a red light sped across the sky, at an almost impossible speed. It left a red trail as it sped, making the sky appear as if it had been scarred, drawing blood.
It had no intention of stopping. It sped downward. The source of the light looked around at everything below. His enhanced sight allowed him to make out almost everything below.
It was searching for something; something very important.
Brick sped downward, all the while, his eyes going back and forth. Searching…
Boomer didn't understand. The figure of Butch's words echoed in his mind.
How could he not know me? He thought. Is this some kind of joke? Is he trying to make me feel bad?
No…something is wrong.
Boomer looked at Butch, who still had that same look on his face.
This isn't right.
Boomer looked Butch up and down. Usually, Butch always looks alert, ready for battle at any moment. But now, Butch didn't seem alert. He seemed relaxed, almost as if he was unaware what was happening around him.
He looked at Butch's face; he looked at his cold, emotionless gaze. This wasn't like Butch either. Whenever Butch is in battle, he either looks excited or pissed off. Right now, Butch didn't look like he felt anything.
But the most unsettling thing of all was Butch's speech. Usually, Butch always talked in his usually cocky voice, talking tough and cursing. But now, Butch was talking in a voice that wasn't cocky. It was a voice of someone stating simple facts. There was no emotion in his words. No arrogance or pride.
Boomer finally came to a realization.
"This…this isn't Butch," said Boomer.
Behind him, Buttercup and Blossom became confused.
"Say what!" yelled Buttercup.
"This isn't Butch," Boomer repeated.
Weasel, who was now crawling towards Boomer, spoke up.
"No…no he isn't."
The fake Butch looked straight at Boomer.
"You are interfering with my mission," said Barrack. "Leave now."
Blossom and Buttercup began to advance on him. Bubbles walked from the doorway, towards Barrack as well.
"I don't know who you are," said Blossom. "But we're not leaving. We're not going to let you kill this man…or…animal…or whatever he is."
"I am a weasel," said Weasel.
"Right. We're not going to let you hurt this weasel."
Barrack looked down at Weasel, still trying to crawl towards Boomer and the girls.
"Then I have no choice," said Barrack.
The girls all began to charge energy in their hands. Boomer began to walk towards Weasel, to help him up.
However, in a flash, Barrack lept from the ground and sped at Weasel. He grabbed him from the back of the neck and held him outward. He got his other hand and filled it with energy.
"All of you…" said Barrack. "Back away now, or he'll die."
The girls all stood down. Boomer stood still as Weasel squirmed in Barrack's hands.
Weasel tried to escape, but to no avail.
Crap, thought Weasel. He may not be that intelligent…but he is still a little smarter than I gave him credit for.
They all stood back. Not knowing what to do.
Barrack began to squeeze Weasel's neck harder. Weasel yelped in pain. They all stood in horror. If they helped, Weasel was dead. But if they didn't, he was dead. They were stuck.
But, Boomer looked up the sky, and suddenly, he knew there was hope.
Barrack looked at him curiously.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
Suddenly, from behind Barrack, there was a loud crashing sound. Barrack, still holding Weasel, turned around. In the middle of the street, someone had crashed down from high in the sky into the asphalt. The road had violently cracked from where the figure had landed. The figure wore a black and red suit, and had long red hair. He had a small baseball cap.
Brick looked up at Barrack, who was staring at him.
"Hi," said Brick, angrily. Then, immediately, he rushed at Barrack and punched him in the face. Barrack, who had been taken off guard, dropped Weasel onto the asphalt and fell onto the road.
Brick walked over to him and kicked him in the face. Barrack skipped across the asphalt like a pebble being tossed across a lake. Brick's eyes began to glow red and he shot a burst of energy from his eyes, onto Barrack. Barrack tried to get up after this assault, but soon realized it was fruitless. He fell back onto the road, unconscious.
Boomer walked over to Brick.
"Brick…" said Boomer.
Brick began to walk towards Boomer, but then he saw the Powerpuff Girls behind him. For a moment, Brick's instincts overcame him and he forgot reason. The hateful memories that were built into his brain suddenly flared at the sight of the girls, as it had on the playground earlier today. He raised his hand and began to charge energy. Blossom and Buttercup saw this and began to get ready.
"No no, wait," said Boomer. "Don't."
Brick looked into Boomer's eyes as he talked. Boomer looked serious and authoritative as he said this.
"Don't," said Boomer again.
After a moment, Brick went against his instincts and lowered his hand. Boomer looked relieved.
However, Brick needed to tell Boomer about his suspicions. About the boy that Brisbaine had with him that looked like Boomer, but wasn't.
"Listen Boomer…there is something you need to know. Brisbaine…he has a…"
At the doorway, Professor Utonium and Coop had walked out from inside. Otto and Dexter were already on the porch, coming out from the doorway upon seeing Brick dispatch Barrack.
The Professor looked out from beyond his porch, seeing a boy he did not recognize beaten unconscious on the road, another boy he didn't recognize, and the countless damage Barrack had done on the road leading up towards his house.
"What is going on here?" yelled out Professor Utonium.
"I believe I can answer that."
Everyone looked over towards Weasel as he spoke these words. The girls, Boomer, and Brick walked from the road towards him as he hobbled up the porch.
"Are you okay, sir?" asked Brick.
"That depends on your definition of okay, my boy. I'm living, yes, but…things are far from okay."
Weasel inched over towards the Professor. He held out his laptop.
"Professor Utonium…"
Weasel looked back at Boomer.
"Boomer…"
Then he at the Powerpuff Girls, and everyone else around them.
"All of you…I have very important news. I have something to show you all. It could very well mean the difference between life and death for you all."
Weasel looked back at Boomer once more.
"Especially for you, Boomer."
Boomer looked down, confused.
"What…what kind of news?" asked Boomer.
Weasel opened up his laptop.
"I have a lot of things I need to explain to you all. And then…there is a video you all need to see. Only then…will you understand…"
Bubbles spoke this time.
"Understand what?"
Weasel looked up.
"That if we do not act fast, there is a good chance Boomer will die before the end of this night."
Bubbles held her hand to her mouth, shocked and afraid.
"And if that happens," Weasel continued. "There won't be hope for any of us."