Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi: Boomer's Story

Chapter Thirteen: "My Only Hate"

Several blocks away from the house of Professor Utonium, Blaine and Brisbaine were in a darkened dank alley. Brisbaine had gotten Blaine to fly them to this alley, only a short distance away, to review his plan on final time to Blaine, even though he had already gone over it with him several times during the speedy and turbulent flight. However, as Brisbaine reviewed, Blaine listened disinterested, leaning against the side of the alley, with his hands behind his head. On Blaine's waist was the belt with orbs Brisbaine had retrieved from the truck.

"Alright…did you get all that?" said Brisbaine, having finished his review. He sounded irritated once he noticed Blaine's attitude.

Blaine smiled and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I know all that."

"It's very important you do this exactly the way I tell you…everything must be perfect."

Blaine smirked to himself and thought, Won't be too long from now…finally…

"Blaine, did you hear me?" asked Brisbaine, raising his voice.

Blaine closed his eyes.

Don't raise your voice at me, old man, thought Blaine.

Blaine smiled, his expression going directly against his thoughts.

"Whatever you say, sir. Whatever you say."

I won't need you anymore, thought Blaine.

"Well, I'm glad you're attitude has improved," said Brisbaine smiling. "Make sure your belt is on tight."

Blaine, humoring Brisbaine, straightened his belt.

"Thanks for the reminder, Pops," said Blaine, smiling.

I know how to wear a belt, you son of a bitch. Who do you think I am?

"Well, good. Now…just to be sure, let's review one more time."

Blaine hid his resentment, but inside his head, he scoffed.

This is useless. This is only time taking away from killing Brother. He needs to suffer. He needs to die. It's my right. And I'll be damned if I'll let you interfere, old man.

However, outside, Blaine still wore that same smile. Behind that smile lurked a troubled, dangerous mind; an unstable, yet intelligent mind that could justify killing through the slightest change of his emotions.

Brisbaine began reviewing his plan, yet again, while Blaine still wore that smile.

"So, you see what's at stake here," said Weasel to everyone, after recapping to Coop what was on the video. "Brisbaine is working with these…people to destroy the world. He played us all for fools, planning to turn the Rowdyruffs and the Powerpuffs against each other, just as a diversion, while he began work on that clone army. We were all deceived…even me."

"That little $&$&," said Buttercup, angry.

"Buttercup! Language!" said the Professor.

"Well, what do you expect me to say!" said Buttercup. "That 'John' guy is a bastard! He messed with Bunny, he tried to trick us into killing eachother, and he messed with the Rowdyruffs."

"I thought you didn't care about us," said Brick, remarkably suppressing his rage towards Brisbaine.

"That's beside the point."

Boomer looked down at the ground, reflecting on what was said in the video. Suddenly, all of Brisbaine's attitude made sense.

Bubbles stared at Boomer, concerned.

"It all makes sense," said Boomer, quietly. "No wonder he hated me so much."

"What are you talking about?" said Buttercup, who was slow on the uptake.

"Don't you get it? Because of my…"

He glanced over at Bubbles and stammered.

"…emotions, I wouldn't fight you guys."

"OH! I get it!" said Blossom.

"What? Get what?" asked Buttercup, annoyed that she didn't seem to understand.

"With Boomer not fighting, that means you and the Rowdyruffs wouldn't have been evenly matched. It would have been 3 on 2," explained Weasel. "That means you Girls would have won."

"And Brisbaine wouldn't have his precious distraction," said Brick.

"And that allowed for the possibility that you Girls could simply stop Brisbaine from making his Rowdyruff army," said Dexter.

"And that's why Brisbaine wanted me out of the way…" said Boomer. He suddenly felt relieved that Brisbaine's words to him were all lies.

I'm not useless thought Boomer. It was just a lie…

For the first time in a while, Boomer felt like he was worth something. His self-esteem was still lacking but now he felt better. Boomer was aware it was an odd feeling to have at such a time, but he couldn't help it. Oddly enough, this was the high point of his day. Brick was there, Bubbles didn't hate him, and nobody was trying to kill him.

But then he remembered what Weasel had said about his double, and his mood receded.

Blaine… thought Boomer.

As he thought, Buttercup spoke.

"So, Brisbaine's plan was almost ruined because Blue had feelings?" said Buttercup.

"Feelings aren't anything to be trifled with," said Weasel. "Wars have been thought because of them. Civilizations destroyed because of them. The entire world has been changed more than once because of feelings. They're not to be taken likely."

"Wow…that was poetic…" said Blossom, admiringly.

"It sounded more like something they put on the back of a shampoo bottle," said Buttercup, once again covering up her true feelings with her tough attitude.

"Do you always have to be so cynical?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. So…who were those other guys in the film? The 'Darkstar Council'?"

Weasel looked over at her and shrugged.

"That…I'm afraid I do not know," said Weasel. "But they are obviously not anything we should take lightly."

Dexter, after pondering all this information, said his hypothesis.

"Do you think they were the same guys who helped Mandark? The guys with the robots?"

Buttercup closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head.

"Nah, couldn't be. They can't be behind everything. It's too much of a coincidence."

"Maybe they're that good," said Dexter, defending his hypothesis.

Buttercup did not answer. She only shrugged and walked around the porch.

Boomer looked over and saw that Bubbles was slowly moving towards him. Boomer gulped, and tried to relax, like he had earlier.

"Are…you okay?" asked Bubbles, while putting her hand on his arm gently. Boomer's heart felt like a jackhammer.

"Y-yeah…I'm…I'm alright," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…thanks."

"It's okay."

Bubbles bit her bottom lip again, which Boomer had begun to identify as the signal that she was thinking deeply about something.

"Umm…Boomer?"

"Y-yes?" he said, apprehensive.

"About…before…" she began.

However, she was interrupted by a voice.

"Ahh, isn't this a Kodak moment?" said the voice, sarcastically.

Boomer heard the voice and was shocked.

It sounds…just like mine, he thought.

Everyone turned to see the two figures that had appeared on the front yard. The villain in the white coat, Brisbaine, had appeared.

With him was a boy a black suit, with a small "R" emblem near the shoulder area. Boomer recognized it as the same kind of suit all the Rowdyruffs wore. Boomer also noticed something else about the boy.

He looked exactly like him. He wore a devilish smile.

Blaine… thought Boomer.

Meanwhile, light-years away from the earth, Butch sat on an asteroid in the middle of space, deep in thought.

I can't… he thought, angrily.

Butch fell to the ground and punched the surface of the asteroid with all his strength, creating a crack that spread through the surface of the asteroid. He took his anger out on the asteroid; anger he felt towards his brother, as well as himself.

"I CAN'T DO THIS!" he yelled out, angry. After much thought, he come to many realizations. He was angry at the decision he had come to.

"I CAN'T DO THIS!" he repeated.

The large crack began to spread throughout each size of the asteroid. It shook, as the very foundation of the rock began to rupture.

Butch jumped up from the asteroid as it began to crumble in upon itself, causing the smaller rocks on the surface to be swallowed within, until finally the asteroid broke apart and was scattered throughout the cosmos.

Angry at himself and the world, Butch flew out into the dark recesses of space, towards a destination that only he could determine.

"YOU!" yelled out Weasel, furious.

Boomer looked at Brisbaine and his doppelganger, shocked. He felt fear claw into the surface of his brain once again.

Buttercup, being the impulsive and aggressive person she was, waited no time. Upon the sight of Brisbaine, she felt her anger burst from within her. He leapt towards him, green light emitting from her feet. She flew at him, parallel to the ground.

Bubbles saw this and jumped up to join her assault, for she to had anger towards Brisbaine; more anger than Buttercup could even imagine. Bubbles flew at him as well, closing in. She raised her hand and began to charge a ball of blue lightning in her hand.

Brisbaine nudged Blaine, who grudgingly reached for the belt. He quickly pulled out two of the small orbs that lined the belt. He held one in each hand. He looked at Bubbles and Buttercup, both closing in fast, with looks of hate and anger in their eyes. Blaine pushed a small button on the top of each orb and threw them at both the Girls. His superhuman eyesight made aiming extremely easy.

The orbs flew at the Girls as they closed in, and there was a big, blue flash, that temporarily blinded all the onlookers on the porch. Boomer closed his eyes, the light being painful. After a moment, he peaked his eyes open and saw the result of the flash.

He saw that Bubbles and Buttercup were each incased in domes made of blue sparks, like they were trapped in an electric bubble. The sparks flickered throughout the air, like a bug zapper. Through the sparks, he could see Bubbles touch the electricity, and recoil, as if it had caused her pain.

"OW!" she cried, which made Boomer's heart ache. Her voice sounded like it was coming through static, like on a bad television station. "What is this thing?"

Brisbaine stepped forward, not having to fear them anymore.

"It's something to get you out of my way, dreary," said Brisbaine.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BRISBAINE?" yelled Weasel, loudly. Near Weasel, Blossom inhaled air, obviously preparing to use her ice breath on Brisbaine and Blaine momentarily. Brick was nearby, summon all the energy who could, as if he wanted to shoot all his rage at Brisbaine.

"Oh, right, that reminds me," said Brisbaine, mockingly. "Blaine?"

Blaine smiled and picked another one from his belt.

"OH NO YOU DON'T," yelled Buttercup. Buttercup tried to use her eye lasers to break through, but it only succeeded in making the sparks flare outward.

Boomer had finally realized he was doing nothing.

Do something, stupid, he thought to himself.

Blaine threw another orb into the air. It sailed past the domes Bubbles and Buttercup were incased in. Boomer saw it go over his head. He flew out of the porch, raised his hand, quickly charged some energy, and shot a blue spark at it.

Blaine saw this coming and shot a blue beam from his finger. It intercepted the blast that Boomer had let out, causing the energy to create a small explosive reaction, as the energy negated each other. The orb sailed past the explosion unaffected.

The orb landed on the Utonium's porch and created another large flash. Boomer averted his eyes. When the flash subsided, he saw that Coop, the Professor, Weasel, Brick, Blossom, Dexter, and Otto were all caught in this new dome. Boomer was luckily out of range.

However, Boomer thought something.

Wait…my clone…he saw reacted pretty quick…did he expect me to do that? And if he did, why didn't he just through another one of those…things?

Boomer did not have time to ponder this further at the moment. Weasel, from inside the dome, yelled out at Brisbaine.

"What is this!" yelled Weasel, through the static.

Brisbaine, no longer having to fear attack from the Girls, replied this comment calmly.

"Portable Electronic Containment Fields, or P.E.C.F's for short. Advanced technology built by the Cluster. They're to stop you all from…interfering. I imagine you already know all about them, don't you Weasel?"

Weasel did not reply.

"You know, I part of me hoped you were still alive after I made Blaine blow up your chopper. Because, if you had died, I would never be able to see you suffer. Fate is in my favor, it seems."

Brisbaine noticed Brick nearby Weasel, trying to break through the field futally.

"Hmm...I didn't expect to see you here, Brick. Perhaps your smarter than I gave you credit for. I seem to be underestimating people all over the place today."

"Shut up, you son of a bitch," said Brick.

Brisbaine smiled.

"How so unlike you, Brick? Losing your temper like that. You prototypes are becoming quite the thorn in my side. First Boomer's feelings, now your...interference. Seems that Butch is the only one who knows how to obey and mind his own business. You would think that eventually, children would learn to listen to their fathers."

"You're not dad of mine!"

"Well, no matter. This is yet another minor inconvience. I still have your backup, thankfully. You can die, since that seems to be what you desire."

The sight of Brisbaine acting so smug angered Boomer. He raised his hand and began to charge energy in his hand.

"Let them go, Brisbaine," said Boomer, trying not to sound nervous or afraid.

Brisbaine saw Boomer charge the energy and he let out a laugh that cut through Boomer like a knife.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, child," said Brisbaine. "If you even try to do attack me, I will have Blaine blast these fields from the outside. A blast from outside the field strong enough could cause the electric energy to overload and cave in upon, detonating it all inside. I don't think your friends will live very long after being imploded inside such a small, confined area.

Boomer, ashamed he could not do anything, lowered his hand.

Why…why can I never do anything? He thought.

"I thought so," said Brisbaine, after Boomer lowered his hand.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU," interrupted Buttercup, once again repeating her futile attempts to break through the fields.

"Try all you want, Powerpuff, but you won't be able to break through that," said Brisbaine, walking around the field, taunting her. "Energy from the inside of the dome only strengthens the field. Only energy from outside can cause any real damage."

"Why Brisbaine?" yelled Weasel. "WHY DO THIS?"

Brisbaine looked over at Weasel.

"Why? Why what? Why want to do this to the Rowdys? Why manipulate everyone? Why go through all this trouble? It's obvious isn't it? I want control."

Brisbaine walked closer to Weasel.

"My work before now has been overshadowed. Everytime I made a discovery, it made no difference. It all seemed insignificant. I sought to unravel the inner workings of the human genome, but what did everyone care about?"

Brisbaine pointed at the Professor.

"Three girls created by shear buffoonery. Nobody appreciates true genius. So…long ago I realized that I had to…learn from the competition. If I could not be appreciated, I would MAKE myself appreciated. Upon chance, I happened upon the Darkstar Council, who shared my own ideals."

"So..." said Brick. "You wanted to do all this...kill us all...take over the world...just because you're feel freaking insecure?"

"Why not?" replied Brisbaine. "If Napoleon could do it, why couldn't I? But it's not just about that. Don't you see the power of this? Within my grasp, I have the ability to clone beings made of pure Chemical X. Chemical X…energy reduced to its simplest form. An army that has pure, liquid energy coursing through every vain in their body. With that army, the world would be unified. The world would bask at the genius that could create such power."

Suddenly, an unexpected voice shouted out.

"YOU'RE AN INSANE &$&$!"

Brisbaine turned back and saw Bubbles yelling, tears in her eyes. Everyone looked over at Bubbles, astonished at this change of character.

"You want to kill him…you want to kill Boomer…just because you want people to like you? How could you be so selfish? You wanted to kill all of them…and you don't even care! You're no genius. You're…you're…WORTHLESS."

Brisbaine stared at her, stunned for a moment. Then he laughed once again.

"Worthless?" he said. "I think not. But do not worry…once Boomer is gone…you will join him soon enough. After all…his inconvenient feelings are partially your fault, after all."

Boomer's eyes widened. He glared, beginning to feel sparks course through his palms again.

"Don't talk to her like that," said Boomer, furious.

Brisbaine looked back at him, taking notice of his rising energy.

"Young man, have you forgotten I can kill your friends with a wave of my hand? Perhaps I should make Blaine destroy some of your friends before I turn him on you…just to show you."

Brisbaine looked over at Buttercup. He pointed at her.

"BLAINE! DESTROY THAT ONE! SHOW HIM NOT TO DEFY ME!"

Blaine looked over at Brisbaine and smiled, but he did not move.

"What are you doing? I gave you an order," said Brisbaine.

Blaine's smiled widened.

"Shut the &#$& up," said Blaine, cheerfully.

"WHAT?" said Brisbaine, furious.

Before Brisbaine could react, Blaine pulled another orb from the belt and hurled it at Brisbaine. The blue flash blinded Boomer yet again, and once it receded, Brisbaine was inside the field. He was yelling over the static.

"BLAINE! LET RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!" said Brisbaine.

Blaine put his hand to his head in a mocking manor, as if he was thinking.

"Um…let me think about that…how about…this?" said Blaine, before flipping Brisbaine an indecent hand gesture.

Boomer looked at Blaine, astonished. This clone was nothing like the fake Butch; this one seemed disturbed...but intelligent. Blaine's face was identical to his. His voice was exactly the same. But his demeanor, his attitude was completely opposite of Boomers. It was an eerie feeling.

Boomer was confused. Weasel had made it seem like Blaine intended to kill him, because Brisbaine willed it. But Blaine seemed to not care for Brisbaine.

What does this mean? He thought. What is he thinking? Whose side is this guy on?

Brisbaine gnawed his teeth, furious.

"I AM YOUR CREATOR! I'M IN CHARGE! LET ME FREE!" he said.

Blaine looked upwards and chuckled.

"You're in charge?" he said, amused. "Since when? Do you have super-strength?"

Brisbaine did not answer; He knew Blaine knew he did not.

"Can you shoot energy from your hands? Can you fly? Can you do anything yourself? No. You need me. The way I see it, I run this show!"

Brisbaine, becoming more angry by each passing second, yelled.

"You double-crosser!"

Blaine maintained his smile as he leaned towards Brisbaine, the field being the only separation between there faces.

"Do you not understand? Maybe we should review…" he said, cynically. "You see…you can't do anything. I hold all the cards. All you do is talk, and that takes up my valuable time. I've heard enough of your repetative whining for two lifetimes."

"When I get out of here…"

"Don't worry, 'Pops.' You'll get what you want."

Boomer looked up at this, confused. Brisbaine also had a similar expression, as well as everyone listening.

"What?" said Brisbaine.

"I said, you'll get what you want. That is to say, Boomer in a coffin. I just wanted you to know one thing…and one thing only."

For the first time, Blaine broke his smile and looked dead serious.

"You need to know…I'm in charge. You're nothing. You're never be anything except nothing. And just to remind you, the only thing keeping you alive right now is that I don't feel like wasting my energy on you. I have far bigger fish to fry."

Blaine walked away from Brisbaine, who had a shocked expression on his face.

Boomer looked at Blaine. He doesn't like Brisbaine, but he's doing what he want. Blaine wanted to kill him.

But…why? Thought Boomer. Why is he like this?

All eyes were on Blaine. He turned to Boomer.

"Now then…where were we, Brother?" said Blaine. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced."

Blaine mockingly bowed his head.

"My name is Blaine. I'll be your murderer today."