Finally! I updated! Okay, hear my apologies:

1. I'm sorry for the incredible dullness of this chapter. I just had a massive writers block (I still do)…

2. I'm sorry for Bricks OOC-ness in this chapter. But I had to do it to add story some sense. In other words, this chapter is showing his soft side. But fear not, he'll be back to his "evil-emperor" self soon enough!

3. I'm sorry for confusing relation of my two fics. But I'll have it all revealed and explained in a jiffy - just let me finish my first fic and you'll know it all…

It's hard to say

Part two - Confessing

"It doesn't seem good, BC."

"It's going just fine, Butch. We just have to let him get to the third task and he'll be finished."

"How do you know? That red chick never seemed like you. You said you would refuse, but you never know what she would do."

"I know! And, besides, when you think of it, she's part of Devil's project. Guess you have to convince him to change it."

"It'll be my pleasure. It's been a long time since I last saw him."

"Great then, it's settled. The only problem are my sisters. Both of them."

"The blonde is stupid. Just let her do whatever she please, she can pay at the end."

"But Bloss is far from being stupid."

"We'll worry about that later."

"Someone is coming."

Knock. Knock.

"I have to go. Hear you later."

Click.

His room was more of a cell then a room; he didn't have windows (well, duh! He was in Hell!) and everything was colored in that sick, disgusting green. He hated green color. It reminded him of all the things he wanted to forget; Brick sometimes wondered why would anybody in Hell paint the room in green, when red was the color of his father (and his, when it comes to it), but he got no answer.

It was very lonely since he completed first task. It was a week already and nobody visited him, not even Bubbles.

He started to consider to spare her soul when he get over the Hell and Heaven. But Buttercup…oh, how would he enjoy to kill her again…

He dreamt about that, over and over, about the day when Blossom became to drive herself apart, when he killed his so-called-brother. But, most of all, he enjoyed killing Buttercup.

Brick didn't know why he hated her so much. Maybe it was because she didn't believe in things she fought for. Maybe it was because she knew something about him that he didn't; sometimes, he could see it in her eyes.

However, green Puff had to pay for turning Blossom against him.

He didn't even noticed how madness found it's way to his already darkened mind. It all began very easily, when he started to blame Buttercup for everything.

If it wasn't too unbelievable, he would even thought that she is trying to ruin his plans again.

But no, even Buttercup wasn't so against him.

Or was she?

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

"Brick."

"Hello, Buttercup. Long time no see. I missed you so much."

"Oh, shut up, you psycho. You killed Butch. After all the things you've done two years ago…oh right, you don't remember. However, I do. And you are about to pay."

"Oh, am I?"

She attacked. He must've confess that she was always a good fighter. But she just wasn't good enough.

They fought and fought, and he was almost ecstatic as she became nothing but a shivering, bloody, weak girl. He wanted to kill her, for her indescribable ignorance. For her strong belief that she's better than Blossom. For trying to take Blossom from him.

"Looks like we're about to put an end to this", he said, smiling at her.

"Bring it on", she panted, coughing up blood.

She tried. She really did.

Just when he was about to fire his last attack, he heard it.

"Brick! NOOO!"

He looked at Blossom, who rushed towards them, and then in almost lifeless, but still dangerous Buttercup, who now breathed heavily. And blood thirst overwhelmed him.

He'll never forget the look in those pink eyes, so empty and lifeless that she looked dead; he'll never forget how Buttercup whispered her curse. Because from that moment on, his world was nothing but a hell to him.

Because Blossom started to die slowly, and he didn't notice.

Green Powerpuff made her prediction, and it was up to Bubbles to finish it.

It wasn't over yet.

"Brick! Wake up!"

Bubbles smiled at him as he opened his eyes.

"Second task. They finally decided. Man, I'm so excited, aren't you?"

Brick just nodded. He still felt a little bit out of this place. Just a second before, Blossom was right in front of him, and now she's dead.

Not for long, if he make it trough those tasks.

"So, where's the green bitch?", he asked. Not as if he cared. Not anymore, at least.

"She's leading this one", answered Bubbles "She seemed really happy, I guess she realized too…"

"Realized what?"

"That everything is about forgiving and understanding", said Bubbles, completely serious. Brick was about to laugh.

Forgiving! Oh, crap. What's wrong with that girl?

"Yeah, whatever", he murmured, but then he heard hard steps he recognized as Buttercup's.

"Hi, hi, hi, little ones", said Buttercup, and smiled victoriously "Well, Brick, it seems that you're in my mercy now. Bubbly-jubbly told you, didn't she?"

"You're leading my task. Oh joy."

Bubbles just sighed. She had no power in the second task and Brick almost started to regret the day he killed Buttercup; if he didn't, BC wouldn't be there, standing in his way…

"Welcome back, Brick Rowdyruff."

Quiet, melodic voice said that, in the most apathetic manner he ever heard; the women who said that looked almost like Bubbles, just older, and with wise face that could make him feel like a newborn baby.

"This is second task in your quest", continued the other one, dressed in devilish red "Are you ready to face your feelings with a clear mind and honest heart?"

"This task represents your present", finalized the third, who was Angel, like the first one "You'll open your feelings to us, proving that you deserve your loved one back."

"So, I repeat: are you ready?"

Brick gulped. My FEELINGS? My heart? I don't have a heart, for crying out loud!

"Heck yes! Get trough with this, won't ya!"

They looked at him, all three of them expressionless, and raised their hands.

"Let the task…begin."

Brick could swear that he saw strange glow in Buttercup's eyes before he…

"Wake up, sleeping beauty, we don't have whole day", giggled Bubbles.

Brick raised up. He felt so vulnerable without his powers. A feeling he forgot there exists.

"Well, we need to get started.", stated Buttercup and smiled widely as she raised her hand "Open to us…"

Something grabbed deep into his body, something he couldn't see. It ripped deep down, in the depths of his immortal soul. In his soft side.

Crap…

It even found it's way in the darkest corner of his mind, the one he reserved for his feelings; he hid them there, and tried to convince himself he can't feel at all…

But he could.

Round and round.

It looked like a diary. A diary written with Brick's feelings, filled with his rage. Bubbles, Brick and Buttercup were just…drowned into it, and then the show started.

Entry number 1.

I know it's wrong.

Blah, first time I tasted it, Bloss at least wasn't around. But, hey, it was never as good as it was with her.

I wonder what it is, actually. My way of charging up? Essence of power?

Whirlpool of colors surrounded the writing, as Brick's mind drove deeper and deeper…

Entry number 2.

She tastes like fire, now when I think of it.

There's something more to Blossom than she likes to think. It's written in her eyes, in depths of her mind; that's why it burns so much when I kiss her. That's why it's so good.

It was two years ago when I realized that fire makes me stronger. Buttercup charged her Fire beams in me, by accident.

It burned, but it left no traces on my skin. All what have left of it was power.

I couldn't help it... I love the feeling, and it's stronger when I kill somebody. Like blood makes it stronger or something.

However, yesterday I realized how much Blossom looks like me. No, not "looks". She is me.

Brick could feel Buttercups sickened look as they dove in colors again…

Entry number 3.

He entered her dreams.

I still can't believe it. Blossom is now in the same mess as I am. And there's no way I can help her.

It all started that way with me. One night, he appeared to me and asked me if I wanted power. He told me that the only thing he wanted was my soul; not like I cared about that. So I agreed, and then I became fire obsessed maniac.

Blossom told me that yesterday. She woke up shivering.

And I seriously hope that she'd be stronger than him. She's too fragile for Hell. Too innocent.

Round and round.

Entry number 4.

I can't help but think that Buttercup knew something about me that I had no idea of. Blossom seemed to know that as well, but she's rather depressed lately.

He kept entering her dreams. She's so beautiful when she's crying. I just love it. The only problem is that she's doing it over and over.

Fire in her seem to be completely vanished by now. He extinguishedit.

Round and round.

Entry number 5.

Blossom is dead.

Even though I hate this world, despise life and love power…I finally know what's the meaning of pain. And I finally know I can feel.

If only it didn't hurt so much.

"STOP!"

Brick grinned when he saw Buttercup's expression. She looked…puzzled.

"This was SO cool!", Bubbles giggled loudly "Though I didn't know he've been entering her dreams."

"I did", whispered green eyed demon and Brick finally felt interested.
"Oh yeah? How?"

"Like you said. I know more about you than you'll ever know about me."

Bubbles interrupted them, and Brick felt really weird. After all his planning…taking over the world, fighting, all the killing and suffering he've been trough, Buttercup still managed to talk to him like they still had 5 years and spent time teasing each other.

"So, BC? What do you say?"

"One thing for sure. He did have feelings for our Blossy. Sick, maybe - I mean, really, Emperor, puh-lease! - but those were feelings nonetheless."

"So you let him pass?" Bubbles jumped down and up, excited. Brick frowned. Damn, she's too cheerful even for an Angel…

"I guess." emerald eyes pierced Brick, as he looked surprised in her face. Why did she let me pass?

"You DO realize, my curse is still upon you. You will burn, Brick. And you're already in Hell."

"I don't care", he whispered, but then he was taken back. It was like he experienced it before…

It's just déjà vu, Brick, don't rub it in. You're just here to get your Empress and go.

Why do I even bother? After all, she was PLANNED for me. That love - maybe it was all just a fake, made by Dad to improve his plans.

But, then again, as long as I can feel her fire under my lips again…I don't care.

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Man this was tiring! It took a very long time for me to write it…and I bet y'all can see a relation to my other fic, "Rockin' it up" now! It's just the thing that I've decided to make a series, so this is like the second part or something. Lols.

So, there you have it. "Everything goes down" is on a short hiatus while I finish "Rockin' it up"…but I guess I'll start updating it again after 16 June.

Stay tuned to "Rockin' it up" and don't forget to review! It will all be revealed soon enough!