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Chapter 7 No Escape

"Back away from him." Blossom ordered.

Not wanting to upset her I did what she told me to, "Look," I started, "I know what this may look like-"

"Don't kiss up," Buttercup interrupted, "we know what you were doing, you crook!"

"Yeah," Bubbles added, "How dare you try to rob this town's citizens off all their hard earned money."

"And you're assaulting that poor little guy on the floor," Blossom said looking at Pitsy, "it's thugs like you that this city doesn't need."

I turn away from Pitsy, "Look just-"

Before I knew what had happened, Pitsy got to his feet with unbelievable speed and made for the open doors. Hearing him I turned.

"Yo', freeze!" I shouted starting after him.

I don't know what happened next, but it felt as though I was hit by a train. Buttercup gave me a good crack across the jaw with a right hook. Blossom followed up with a swift kick to my ribs, and next was bubbles with an uppercut. I was sent crashing into a nearby wall, my body tore through the plaster and fell into the next room. I caught a glimpse of Pitsy running out into the nearby alley, while the Powerpuff Girls hovered over me.

"Had enough?" Buttercup inquired.

"Or do you want more?" Blossom added.

"Wait!" Cried out a voice, it was the woman that Pitsy had assaulted a little while earlier, bleeding from the nasty wound on her forehead, she stepped in front of me and faced the Powerpuff Girls, "He wasn't the one that did this, it was the small one, he knocked me unconscious, and this one must've heard my screams and come to my rescue."

"How do you know he wasn't an accomplice?" Blossom asked.

"Would he have attacked the other one, if they were partners?" The woman replied.

Seeing that the girls were having second thoughts I groaned and tried to stand, surprisingly the woman gave me her hand to help me up. Gratefully, I took it and stood up-for being so small those Powerpuffs pack a lot of wallop! My chin was throbbing and my ribs were making promises of terrible pain that has yet to come.

"Look," I started, "the guy that ran out was a dangerous fugitive named Pitsy, he's part of an organized crime circle and unless I catch him, he's going to kill more people."

I must of seemed sincere enough, as Blossom nodded in her head in agreement, "We'll be right back!" she told me and she took off Pitsy's direction with the other girls.

I stood for a couple of seconds, stretching and rubbing my chin, when the woman beside me groaned and stumbled forward. I caught her in my arms and noticed how serious the wound to her head was and grew quite concerned. Luckily I heard sirens closing in and near that help wasn't too far away.

Meanwhile Outside:

Pitsy ran down the street as fast as he could, catching glimpses of various cartoon characters.

"Where the hell am I?" His mind struggled to figure out.

He pushed past Rogue who let out a cry of protest while Nightcrawler, gave him a piercing glare.

"Aren't you going to apologize?" Nightcrawler inquired in his German accent.

Pisty turned to cuss him out, when all of a sudden he noticed the Powerpuffs in the air, flying at tops speed towards-him. Panic crashed through his mind, he whipped out a small handgun and began firing. Nightcrawler pushing Rogue to the floor as a bullet narrowly missed them( Pitsy always had bad aim). After several rounds were fired, there was a metallic click, signaling that the clip was empty, cursing, Pitsy turned to run.

"I'd like to thank you for doing what you did." The woman thanked me while being patched up by the paramedics.

"It was nothing really, the guy had it coming to him." I replied.

"If you hadn't have come in the nick of time, I'm sure he would have killed me." She continued.

"Is the wound serious?" I inquired to a passing paramedic.

"Fortunately no," he answered. "There's no sign of a concussion or cranial damage, it's only a minor gnash to the head, and you are very lucky miss."

"Lucky" the word repeated itself over and over as I looked down at the woman. My stomach churned as I began to think what would have happened if I hadn't have caught Pitsy. The street scum may have been panicked, but then again, knowing him, he would've never been panicked enough to not take advantage of a helpless woman.

I took this time to study the women who I had rescued from Pitsy, no doubt if I had left her there was no telling what the sick bastard would have done. She looked Japanese with long jet black hair that hugged her shoulders, a delicate face with striking brown eyes, her skin was tanned and judging from how trim her body was, it was clear that she was no stranger to the gym. If I could describe her in a single word it would be "beautiful".

"Forgive me," She said looking up. "all this and I haven't even given you my name-I'm Asuka Zen." She outstretched her hand in a greeting gesture.

"Drake Malice." I introduced myself taking her hand.

"Intimidating name." She commented with a weak smile.

I gave her a grin and replied, "Trust me, I'm anything but hateful."

"So I see."

I head commotion in the background and turned to see Blossom flinging Pitsy to the ground in front of me. Bleeding, his face covered in bumps, he was sobbing like a little baby. When he saw me he embraced his knees and curled into a little ball.

"Look man, don't hurt me!" He sobbed.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't!" I growled and stepped forward.

"Wait!" Asuka cried I turned to her, her face was stern. "Leave him to the authorities, he has had enough."

Realizing what I was doing I instinctively stopped, Asuka considered me to be her hero, and didn't want to reduce myself to a brutish thug in front of her. There was just something in her voice that extinguished the fires of rage within me. Lowering my fist, I stepped back so she was beautiful and compassionate!

Not too long afterward the police showed up and hauled Pitsy into a police car, the media arrived soon after, taking pictures and interviewing the Powerpuffs. I kept silent and watched the whole scene, I sensed someone behind me and turned to see Asuka walking in the opposite direction.

"Going home?" I inquired.

She turned to me with a nod, "Let me walk you home then, I wouldn't want you to walk into any brutish thugs like Pitsy on your way." I said.

She looked uncertain for a moment, after a few seconds she smiled in approval. Taking her by the arm, I guided her down the sidewalk away from the media, and the horrific experience that unfolded what seemed like moments ago. She held on tighter to me, inside of me something stirred, something I haven't felt in years but now just surfaced-solace.

Note: There was a question asked whether this fic was story about events that happened in my life-the answer is no, this is a completely fictional story and in no way reflects my life.