A Crossed Line

by Traverse the Portal

The powerpuff girls had rules on what they could and couldn't do during a fight to defend the city. Even therebellious puff, Buttercup, has never broken any of these rules, but what would happen if one day she did, what if one day Buttercup Crossed a line?

13. Chapter 12: The Game Pt 1

AN: I hope this update was faster than the last one. I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope you enjoy this one!

Chapter 12: The Game PT 1

Bubbles POV

I woke up at 9 and remembered Buttercup's promise of lunch later today. I took a shower with my lilac scented shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, then brushed my teeth with my minty toothpaste. I walked into my closed to decide my outfit and decided on a pair of mid thigh white shorts and a baby blue ruffled tank top. I wore tan sandals, let my hair down and straightened it. I applied my normal full face of makeup, only opting out of the eyeliner for a more natural look. I was about to go downstairs to start the morning, but I heard a screaming match start between dad and Buttercup. Uh oh.

"I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING! YOU AREN'T 18 YET!"

"DAD, I LIVED ON MY OWN FOR OVER A MONTH! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! I DON'T NEED YOU ALWAYS LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER!"

"BUTTERCUP, YOU OBVIOUSLY DO NEED SOMEONE TO LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER SINCE YOU KEEP DOING STUFF LIKE THIS!"

"UGH I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT I DID SIMPLY FOR THE REASON THAT IT ISN'T YOUR BUSINESS!"

"UNTIL YOU'RE 18 IT IS INDEED MY BUSINESS!"

"I'M NOT TELLING YOU, PROFESSOR!" She spat his name out like it was poison in her mouth.

"BUTTERCUP! I'M GROWING SICK OF YOUR BEHAVIOR AS OF LATE AND AFTER TOMORROW, YOU'RE TRANSFERRING BACK TO POKEY OAKES AND SELLING YOUR APARTMENT!"

"I DON'T WANNA LEAVE COUNTYSVILLE! NOBODY LIKES ME IN POKEY OAKES! THEY ALL WANTED ME DEAD!" I flinched at the reminder that only a few weeks ago, we thought our sister was dead.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT BEFORE BREAKING ALL THE RULES I SET AROUND HERE!"

"I'M NOT GOING BACK THERE! THEY HATE ME! ALL MY FRIENDS ARE AT COUNTYSVILLE!"

"MAYBE THAT'S THE PROBLEM!"

"HOW IS ME HAVING FRIENDS A PROBLEM? PLUS MY BOYFRIEND GOES TO COUNTYSVILLE!"

"MAYBE YOU'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT HIM!"

"NO! I-I love him… PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME LEAVE HIM!" I listened as her anger made a sudden change to desperation. I felt something twinge in my chest, she really did love this guy…

"You should've known your actions as of late would have consequences, I even warned you. Don't think you can make me feel bad about this, you'll see later that it's for your best interest."

"DAD NO PLEASE! TAKE ANYTHING ELSE, PLEASE!" I had never heard my sister so desperate before. Blossom came up beside me and whispered in my ear. "What's going on..?"

"The professor said he's taking Buttercup out of Countysville after tomorrow and won't let her see Butch anymore."

"Bubbles… did you see their tweets yesterday? He can't do that to them… I mean, she has been acting up recently, but she's so happy with him…"

"I know, I've never heard her sound so desperate... listen."

"BUTTERCUP, MY DECISION IS FINAL AND YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT! YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!"

"DAD PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME! HE'S NOT THE PROBLEM! Please…" Blossom and I could hear her voice crack on the last word and looked at each other in concern for our sister.

"We are done with this conversation. I don't want to hear anymore about it." I had never heard the professor so cold before.

I heard her choke down a sob, "f-fine!" She finally ended their rather heated conversation and slowly made her way up the stairs, where Blossom and I were sitting. She was covering her face, trying to hide the tears, but we could see them. Without looking at me, she stopped by us and said. "Bubbles, I'll be ready for lunch in thirty minutes, Bloss you can come if you want…" Blossom and I looked each other, both thinking the same thing. How could he do this to her?

Buttercup's POV

When I got to my room, I closed the door and let out all the tears I was trying to hold back. I thought about the last few weeks that I got to spend with Butch. So maybe things moved a little fast, but there was no doubt in my mind that I loved him. The thought of having to live without him made me grab at my chest in pain. I quickly got over myself, remembering that I had to be ready for lunch with Bubbles and maybe Blossom soon. I took a warm shower, trying my best to forget my conversation with the professor. I hopped out of the shower, brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of short ripped denim shorts, a pale green tube top, and black gladiator sandals. I left my hair out with my bangs out. I decided to pass on makeup today in case I lost my composure and met Bubbles and Blossom at the steps.

They looked at me with concern, and I waved it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "Let's go." As we walked out, Bubbles and Blossom yelled their goodbyes to the Professor, but at this moment, I was acting as if he didn't exist. I didn't care if it hurt his feelings. He broke my heart without an ounce of remorse, I was just returning the favor.

Professor's POV

I made her cry. I made my toughest daughter cry and it hurt like hell. I had to do it though, didn't I? It's for the best, isn't it? Isn't it? I know she's mad at me, she didn't even say bye to me as she walked out of the house, as if I didn't exist. I just wanted what was best for her… why couldn't she see that?

Buttercup's POV

My sisters and I walked to Townsville Diner, our favorite place to eat out as sisters. We were seated quickly and for a while we sat in an awkward silence, which drove me crazy. "Thanks for yesterday, Bubbles, it meant a lot." Bubbles and Blossom both looked up at me, Blossom in confusion, and Bubbles in happiness. "It's no problem Buttercup!" I smiled, knowing that Bubbles would always be there for me. For the moment I almost forgot that Blossom was there until she said, "Wait. What did Bubbles do yesterday?" I looked at Bubbles and then back at Blossom. "She stood up for me against the Professor yesterday at the beach."

She looked at me with suspicion. "Why didn't you just tell him what you were doing, I couldn't have been that bad!" She didn't know, she didn't understand. I let my head fall to the table, using my arms as a pillow and groaned. "Buttercup, you didn't do anything that bad right?" I didn't answer her and I could feel her eyes boring into the top of my head. "Buttercup… why won't you tell me…?" I lifted my head to look her in the eyes. "You would tell him." She glared at me and her bossy nature came into play. "Come on! It's not like you had sex with him!" My face flushed and I looked away. "Not exactly…" Blossom's eyes widened as she looked at me in disbelief. "Buttercup you're 16! You can't be doing all that kind of stuff! And what do you mean 'not exactly'?"

I looked up at her ashamed but still managed to make a joke. "According to Bill Clinton, it doesn't really count as real sex." Blossom looked at me in disgust and I wouldn't admit it, but it kinda hurt… "I can't believe my sister is such a slut. You have only been dating for a few weeks!"

I looked at her in shock that she would say something like that! I hastily grabbed a $50 bill out of my wallet and ran out without saying a word. My vision was blurred with tears and I didn't know where to run. I stood in the middle of City Hall square and the fact that I was crying was drawing quite a large crowd, unfortunately including the news casters. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Anyone who could hear could pick up the despair in my voice. I flew up to the clouds, laid down on one and cried.

I heard the news reporters below talking to Bubbles and Blossom, who had just shown up in the area. "Why was your sister crying? Bubbles, Blossom?"

"Sh-she was crying?" That was Blossom and it helped that she at least sounded guilty.

"Blossom said something really mean while she was trying to buy us lunch. Plus, she was already upset about a fight with our dad this morning." That was the most bitter I've ever heard Bubbles.

"Bubbles, you know I didn't mean it! It just slipped out! She just surprised me!"

"But you did say it! She trusted you and you spot in her face for it!"

Blossom looked down, a few tears running down her face. "I'm sorry… I just.. I'm trying to be a better sister."

I yelled down from the clouds. "I FORGIVE YOU BLOSS!"

Both of their heads snapped up to see me leaning over the edge of a cloud. "Buttercup come down I'm sorry!" I flew down and was nearly tackled by both of them. They let go and we got the news reporters to leave. "I'm going to meet with Butch for a few hours to practice soccer." I looked at Blossom and quickly added, "only soccer." She smiled that I wasn't too upset by her previous comment anymore. "See ya later sis!" They both called after me as I teleported to Countysville. I went into my apartment to change into soccer clothes and texted Butch.

Me: Hey wanna practice for the game tomorrow for a few hours?

Butch: sure :) meet me at the field?

Me: I'll be there in 5

I started jogging to the school as a warm up, getting there in five minutes as I had promised. I saw Butch standing there with a soccer ball, kicking it around lightly without a shirt on, it was 89 degrees after all. "Hey handsome, mind putting your shirt back on? It's getting waay too hot out here." He didn't even look at me as he responded. "Sorry girlie, I have a girlfriend." I couldn't tell whether I should've been angry or happy with his comment. "Yeah I know, we just took pictures at the beach yesterday!"

He whipped around and a huge smile spread across his face. "Hey babe! I knew it felt a little hotter around here!" He jogged over to me and hugged and kissed me. I wouldn't let the professor take him away from me. We polished up on a few of our tactics and played some one on one. Halfway through, I stripped to my green Nike sports bra since the temperature got up to 94 degrees. About two hours into it, we both collapsed on our backs in the middle of the field, our heads next to each other's, but facing the opposite way. "I'm hot." I managed to pant out through my heavy breathing. "Babe I know you are!" I tilted my head to see him grinning widely. I smirked a little and playfully smacked his arm. "Stop that!" We both laughed and just laid there enjoying eachother's company for the next few hours.

"I gotta go babe. Professor's already upset with me for skipping 1st and 2nd period the other day." He kissed me gently on the lips and pushed my bangs out of my face. "See you tomorrow, Buttercup, I love you." "I love you too, Butch." I turned my head to kiss him on the cheek and then teleported to my front door.

I realized I forgot my key so I teleported inside to see I was right on time for dinner. "I'm home." I walked over to the table and sat in my normal seat. "About time you start showing up to dinner…" The professor still seemed to be upset with me. "Look, professor, I'm not trying to get in an argument here. I got home on time, just be glad that I listened to you." He glared at me, I guess he wanted an argument. I glared back at him. "Why can't you just accept me as I am? I'm not going to be just like Bubbles and Blossom, so don't try to change me into them." His glare softened and he looked down. "Buttercup, I'm sorry. I'm- I'm just not ready for you girls to grow up… you just seem too much like an adult for your age." My anger toward the Professor disappeared. "Dad, we're 16, two years from college. Wouldn't you prefer that I learn how to take care of myself now while I'm still living with you than when I'm on my own?" He looked down. "You're right, it's just that those months that you left were like hell. We didn't know where you were, if you were even alive, or if we would ever see you again! I just don't want to let go because I'm scared that you won't come back. Now I realize by being this hard on you it's making it worse. I'm sorry, will you forgive me?" I looked into his dark brown eyes full of concern. I couldn't bring myself to ignore him, he did create me after all. I broke eye contact and he must have misinterpreted the meaning behind it because he tried again. "Buttercup… please don't do this." I couldn't help but think that I said that exact same thing this morning. "I forgive you." With that I got up from the table and went to my room.

I got ready for bed and changed into my pjs, I would need plenty of rest for the game tomorrow.

? POV

That stupid Powerpuff escaped what should've been her death, but now I have another chance to take her out. Mojo failed so I guess it's time to take matters into my own hands. Buttercup will be destroyed and I won't rest until she is. Have a good game Buttercup…

The Next Day

Buttercup's POV

My alarm rang at 6:15… GAME DAY! I jumped out of bed and ran to my closet. I grabbed my green and black jersey and threw it on over a pair of dark ripped denim capris and my white and black adidas. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, curled my hair, braided my bangs back and clipped it on the side. I put on my usual eyeliner and mascara and I jumped over the banister, not even bothering to use the steps.

"Buttercup, slow down! You have plenty of time to get to school champ." I stopped to see the Professor trying not to laugh at me. I looked at him and laughed sheepishly. "Guess I got a little excited… hehe." He openly laughed at me. "Never a dull day around you Buttercup…"

I went to the kitchen at a much more reasonable pace. I grabbed my favorite cereal out of the pantry and poured it in the biggest bowl I could find, along with the milk. I ate my cereal, careful not to spill any milk on my jersey and grabbed my soccer bag. "Good Luck Buttercup!" My family yelled to me in sync, which was kinda creepy, as I was about to walk out the door.

I teleported to school and put my soccer bag in the locker room. Since I was there so early, I had to wait to meet Butch. I got everything I needed from my locker and decided to wait outside for him today. I sat on the stairs, looking through the crowds of high schoolers to see if I could find him. I looked out to the parking lot to see his escalade pull into his parking spot. I watched as he and his brothers piled out of the car. As soon as he closed his door, our eyes met and he yelled across the parking lot as loud as he could, "HOW'S MY CHAMP ON GAME DAY?" I looked around with my face flushed in embarrassment and yelled back, "DOIN' GREAT BABE!" It came out really sarcastic causing everyone around me to laugh. We did almost nothing in school today because of the game. Most classes we just talked about how much we hated the other school, Megaville High. Since Megaville was a six hour drive from school, we only had to attend first period, and then we were off. I was pleased to find we were riding in a coach bus and needless to say, Butch and I sat together. "You can have the window seat." I turned around in shock that he would just give me the better seat like that. "Umm not that I mind, but why? You hate the outside seat." For a while he just stared at me as if it was the last time he would see me. "If I sit on the outside, when I look to the window I can get two good views." I blushed madly, but pulled him into the seat and kissed him, I didn't care who watched.

Halfway down the road, Butch fell asleep and that was when I realized how cute he really looked when he was asleep. His neck was at an uncomfortable looking position, so I put up the armrest that separated our chairs and pulled his head into my lap as I played with his hair. I looked out the window for most of the trip since everyone else opted to take a nap, even the coach. I looked down to Butch, who was now smiling in his sleep and I got an idea.

I leaned down and kissed him until he started to kiss back. I pulled away to see him wake up. "Wake me up like that all the time, will ya?" I smirked at him and whispered, "everyone's asleep, wanna make out?" He looked around and grinned back at me. Instead of responding, he grabbed the sides of my face and pulled me into a kiss. It started off sweet and slow, but it wasn't long before his tongue found its way into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue and my hands found their way under his shirt to feel the muscle I knew was there. He pushed me against the window and I let my tongue explore his mouth. We pulled away for a second to breathe only to get right back into it. This time I took more charge and moved my hands to the back of his head so I could deepen the kiss. My tongue tickled the roof of his mouth and then I pulled back just enough so I could feel his soft lips again. His hands were starting to slide dangerously high up my thighs so I ended the kiss there. "Not yet. I don't wanna move TOO fast." He looked understanding and nodded in agreement.

It wasn't long until everyone started to wake up, we were only 20 minutes away from the field. The coach started going over everything we were going to do when we got to the field. "Look, this is what's going to happen. When we get to the field, you all are going to grab your bags and carry them to the field. Get ready and jog around the unoccupied half of the field in a single file line, Buttercup leading. DON'T CUT CORNERS. After that, stretch and find a partner to warm up with. After warming up, work situations, defensive and offensive, Buttercup, I trust you to run warmups while I go over ground rules with the refs and the other coach." We all looked at each other and smirked. "AYE AYE CAPTAIN!" The coach chuckled and soon enough, we arrived. The whole team got of the bus but as Butch and I got off, the coach gave each of us an antidote X pill, which was required for every game to make it fair. We both took the pill on the way to the field and felt our powers leave us.

We got to the field and before we started our warmup, I called a team meeting. "Remember guys, numbers 12, 42, and 33. Don't cut corners when we run, show no weakness during warmups. Any good team will watch the other team's warmup for a weakness they can exploit. Also, don't show everything you have. Ok, let's go cobras!" With that, we started our jog around our half of the field. I looked over for a second to see blue and white jerseys, everyone on the team was huge, but I wasn't intimidated.

When we finished our jog, I grabbed the ball bag and each pair got a soccer ball to warm up with. As we were warming up, a large crowd of people started crowding into the large stadium. After kicking around for about 10 minutes, I called tactic warm up. "Everyone get in position! Starters on offense, second stings defense!" The team got into position without question. After everyone who started scored a goal, we switched to defense. The seconds were unable to score no matter the effort they put forward. I looked at the time on the big screen, 10 minutes to game time. "BRING IT IN! 10 MINUTES TILL GAMETIME!" The team came into a huddle around me.

"Great warmup team, I think that's the best we've ever looked in warmups! Keep up the effort and the energy, losing isn't an option. Take a breather until gametime, I need to go to the coaches and captain meeting." The team headed back to the bench to get a drink. I walked up to my coach and the coach and captain from the other team looked at me in amusement. "They said coaches and CAPTATINS, not coaches and MANAGERS. Go bring back your captain sweetheart." My fists clenched and I growled a little bit but quickly regained my composure. "I AM captain, so there would be no need to get anyone else. You'll learn soon enough to respect and fear me as your opponent. Underestimate me if you want." The captain of the other team, number 12, scoffed at me. "If this is the captain, we'll be national champs for sure. They can't even find enough decent guys to play on the BOYS soccer team!" I had to look up at the tall captain, who was at least 4 inches over Butch's 6'4", meaning he towered over my 5'6". "I'll let you think that, just don't say I didn't warn you when I mess up your manly ego!" His face flushed with anger, this was almost too easy. "You bit-" "That's enough Leo! I don't want you starting off the game on the ref's bad side. Quiet down and listen to ground rules!" I smirked smugly at him and watched his face contort with anger.

I turned my attention to the ref as he went over simple rules such as penalties, jewelery, which was mostly directed towards me, and antidote X pills, which also applied to me. After he was done with rules, I held my hand out to shake the coach's hand, who accepted, and then the other captain's. "Good luck!" I held my hand out to Leo and he just looked at it and sneered at me. "I ain't shaking your hand! You're the team slut, who knows where they have been." I rolled my eyes and ignored his ignorant comment, walking back to the team. "We need to kick their asses!" I finally started to show my anger now that they couldn't see me. "That fucking asshole called me the team Slut!" Butch looked angry at this, but I eyed him as if to tell him to keep it in check. "Their captain gets angry easily. An angry player is a sloppy player. Torment him when you can and you'll be able to get him every time! Cobras on three! ONE, TWO, THREE, COBRAS!" With that we ran onto the field. I started in the middle with big boy and immediately spotted his weakness, he would be much slower than me, he had so much more to move.

I focused on the ball, keeping my hearing alert for the whistle. The split second I heard it, due to my reaction time, I was able to get the ball before he could even take two steps. I passed the ball to Butch and swiftly and skillfully weaved through all the players on the other team. Butch kicked the ball up high and I heard a kid chuckle beside me, thinking he over kicked the ball, but quickly shut up when I did a front handspring jump to meet the ball in the air and kick it hard into the unguarded side of the goal. The ball went in and I could almost feel the shock emanating from the other team, even through the loud cheers for my early accomplishment. The goalie grabbed the ball and punted it far towards our side of the field. My team all sprinted towards our side of the field as our defense guarded their star players as we practiced. They could only get it to the less skilled players, who weren't that hard to steal from. I stole the ball from the smallest player on the field, who was still a good 8 inches above me and ran with it until I saw someone start to crash on me out of the corner of my eye. Butch was covered so I passed the ball to Dayton and ran to get open. Dayton passed the ball to Garett, who ran the ball a little bit before passing to me since I finally shook off my defender. I saw someone start to run up on me, but nobody could get open, so when he got close to me, I kicked the ball around with complicated footwork, making the boy, number 33, trip over his own feet. By then, a kid named Mike got open and I passed it to him before the next defender could jump on me. Mike got the ball near the goal and passed it to Butch, who was open, but their captain intercepted the ball before it could get to Butch. He started to run back to our side of the field, but as he ran by me, I pulled the ball away from him and started kicking it back to their side. I kicked the ball to Dayton, who was open, who head butted it to Butch, who kicked the ball hard into the goal.

The captain glared at me from across the field, but I just smiled back to him, enraging him even more. Their goalie kicked the ball to number 42, so I decided to crash on him. He was about a foot taller than me, but that didn't really matter. He looked around for someone to pass it to and I saw him start to pass it to the captain. The video of them driving to the goal flashed through my head and I deflected the ball to go somewhere else. While it didn't go to Leo, it did, unfortunately, end up in the possession of the other team.

That gave my team time to guard the three players we were warned about. The other players proved to be pretty good since they were able to get it to our side of the field. I ran to guard the player with the ball, but before I could get near him, he passed the ball to another player. I kept between the two players to keep him stuck with the ball as someone else covered the player with the ball. Unfortunately, that left an opening for the ball to be passed to number 12, the captain and he kicked the ball hard towards the goal. Our goalie blocked it, but the next player recovered the ball and scored. I cursed under my breath that they scored, but I knew we could handle it.

The goalie passed me the ball to start with. I passed it to Butch and we slowly made our way to the other half of the field. For some reason, they all stayed back in their side, Big mistake. As we got to the line, Butch shot me a signature grin and passed me the ball. I grinned back as I wove between defenders who weren't nearly quick enough to keep up with me. Many people tripped over their own feet, trying to block me from the goal. Number 42 ran at me full speed and I passed the ball to Butch, but to my surprise, the kid didn't stop. Before I could get out of the way, I was tackled as if we were playing rugby. Without chemical X and being at least a foot shorter than him and 100 lbs lighter, it hurt like a BITCH! But I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. "Get your fat ass off me!" I could feel my arms and my cheek were bleeding from severe turf burn, but I just wanted this asshole off of me.

The ref called a penalty and I received two penalty kicks. The whale of a teenager finally got off me and I got up, the wind stinging my turf burn. I looked at my arm and it was bleeding all down the side and I could feel it running lightly down the side of my face. "Time ref!" That was my coach, probably to clean me up, which turned out to be right.

After cleaning up I got ready for my penalty kicks, two free goals. The first one was a curving kick that the goalie didn't have a chance of blocking. The second screwed the other way to make him look dumb when he jumped the other way, thinking it was going over there. As of right now, the score was 4-1 us, and the other team's captain was not at all happy.

Their goalie tried to kick the ball hard across the field, which proved to be a mistake since it was just low enough for me to jump and reach. I performed an aerial (cartwheel without hands) and kicked the ball hard back at the goalie and stuck the landing perfectly. The ball soared back at the goal and hit the goalie in the face, knocking him out, but the goal was blocked. Everyone on the field cringed and I jogged over to check on the poor kid.

"Hey, I'm sorry, are you ok?" I reached my hand down to help him up and he stared at me in a daze for a second. "Why the FUCK did you kick the ball at my face bitch?!" I narrowed my eyes at his reaction and retracted my hand, he could get up on his own. "On second thought, I should've kicked it harder." With that I walked off. The goalie tried to kick the ball at the back of my head, but I saw it from the corner of my eye and roundhouse kicked it into the corner of the goal. "Try it again! I dare you." I was now officially pissed, not angry, but pissed.

The goalie looked angry, his face completely red. I looked up at the big screen to see the score was now 5-1. "You just dug your hole deeper." There was only ten more minutes left in the first half and this was going better than I had originally planned, except this stupid turf burn that actually stings pretty bad.

The goalie kicked the ball to number 12, who managed to get the ball to our side of the field. He passed it to number 33 since everyone else was guarded and he got closer to the goal, passing it to 42, who got open when the defense covered number 12, and he shot the ball. I headbutted it out of the air, but he kicked it so hard I felt a little dizzy and 33 got the ball and scored it. I growled in annoyance that they managed to score again, ignoring the growing headache I had just received.

Our goalie kicked the ball to Butch and I ran to the other side of the field. He passed the ball to Dayton, who passed the ball to Garett soon after. Garett moved the ball about three feet before having to pass it to Butch who looked over to me and nodded. I nodded back and he rainbowed the ball over the head of the player guarding him. The ball landed on top of the player's head and before he could process what had happened, Butch gave me a leg up and I kicked the ball off of his head as if it were a tee.

The ball flew into the goal, making the score 6-2 with 3 minutes left in the second half. The goalie kicked the ball to 42 and he ran the ball towards our team, who hung back on our half, determined to keep them from scoring. 42 passed the ball to 33 as Dayton crashed on him. Butch intercepted the pass with a head butt, but another player picked it off before he could really take possession of the ball. The whole time they were on our side, it was like a tug of war with the ball. Every time I thought our team stole it, they ended up with it back. I looked up to see the clock on 10 seconds left. Leo went to kick the ball in the goal and his shot looked promising, but the goalie jumped up and caught it.

I jumped up to cheer as the fireworks went off signifying the end of the first half, but suddenly felt a terrible pain a few inches from my chest. I tried not to, but I couldn't hold in the scream that forced its way out. "BUTTERCUP!" I could recognize Butch's voice over everyone else's. He knelt down by my side and tried to sit me up, but I refused to move. "Buttercup what happened?!" He sounded like he was on the verge of a panic attack. I tried to answer, but I couldn't make myself speak. "Buttercup? Shit.. BUTTERCUP TALK TO ME DAMNIT!" My hand was clutched tightly against the area and I could feel my hands getting soaked, but I didn't really know what it was with.

I felt Butch roll me over onto my back and another wave of pain washed over me, causing me to groan in pain. "Fuck… fuckfuckfuckFUCK! BC, babe you gotta open your eyes! Look at me baby! Please!" I couldn't tell what was going on, but Butch seemed to be pretty upset about whatever it was. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to come out. "But-ch… wh-what-'s goin-g on?" I choked on some of my words. I started to cough violently and I couldn't stop myself.

I started to realize that something was really wrong when I tasted copper in my mouth. I looked down at my hands to see them both COVERED in blood. My blood. What the fuck happened? I looked up at Butch's terrified face he didn't bother to answer my question. "CALL AN AMBULANCE! SOMEONE SHOT HER! HURRY UP SHE'S LOSING A LOT OF BLOOD!" He started to sob on the middle of his command. He looked down at me, tears violently coming from his eyes. "Babe yo-you're gonna b-be fine. D-don't worry, you're g-gonna be f-fine." He cradled my head in his lap and I started to fall asleep. "BABE YOU GOTTA STAY UP! NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO SLEEP!" My eyes snapped back open at his outburst. "Oh my god BC you scared me! The ambulance is on its way here now, you'll be just fine." He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. "Whe-re is dad?" He looked at me with a look of hope on his face. "Maybe he has Chemical X!"

With that, Butch put my head down and ran into the crowd calling for the Professor. While he was doing that, I felt the need to throw up. I turned over so I wouldn't drown in my own puke. What a way to go out that would be… I almost wished I had, however when I found out that I threw up all blood. Everyone around me started freaking out, screaming and some crying. Everyone cleared the area and I looked up to see none other than Princess Fucking Morebucks with two huge men flanking her. One was carrying a huge fucking knife and the other was carrying the gun that I guessed was aimed for my heart. Damn I had good timing to jump…

I struggled to my feet, very dizzy from the blood loss. I pulled off my shirt, revealing my sports bra and tied the shirt around the gunshot to keep it from bleeding anymore than it already had. "Buttercup, don't fight them! You're fucking hurt, just get over here and wait for your sisters! They're on their way now!" Butch ran over to me and tried to drag me off the field, but I couldn't just leave Morebucks and her henchmen to terrorize the innocent viewers. "You can help if you want, but I'm not letting them hold everyone hostage!" I felt my strength start to come back with the adrenaline rush I was getting.

I squared up to the henchmen and Butch stood beside me. "I swear you're going to be the death of me…" I smiled at him. "Better not be today!" With that, I moved quickly, disarming the guy with the gun, throwing the weapon off to the side since I didn't believe in killing people. The guy who had the gun proved to be more than just a hit man when he started to fight with a surprising amount of skill. Butch was taking care of the guy with a knife, but what neither of us noticed was Princess making her way over to the gun.

I knocked out the gunman with a roundhouse kick to the head and turned to take care of princess to see her pointing the gun at a little girl who I immediately recognized, Holly. "You hurt Buttercup! You're a bad guy!" I slowly snuck up behind Princess as she raised her gun to the little girl. "Shut up you little brat! Once she's out of the way, I'm going to be a powerpuff girl!" I was right behind her and she never even noticed. I put Princess in a chokehold and disarmed the gun and decided to mock her a little. "I thought you would've given up on that dream by now Morebucks! It's not ever gonna happen."

Princess shrieked in rage and tried to turn on me, but I forced her into the ground and broke her nose before delivering a knockout punch to the head.

I turned around to see that Butch had easily taken down the knife guy and was talking with the police and paramedics. As the adrenaline started to wear off, I realized the steady stream of blood pouring down my stomach. My vision started to go out and my legs gave out. I saw a blurry form run over to me screaming something that I could guess was my name. Before the fugue could reach me, I lost consciousness.

Butch's POV

I watched as Buttercup fell down after her adrenaline rush wore down. I froze as I looked at her lifeless body laying on the ground. It looked so familiar to me, just like when she faked her death a few months ago. I sprinted over to her and checked for a pulse and breathing. I used one hand to check her pulse and the other to make sure she was still breathing. It was hard to concentrate on her when the little girl she had just saved was screaming and crying for her 'favorite hero'.

Through all the commotion, I did pick up a very weak pulse and very shallow breathing. "SHE'S ALIVE! YOU GOTTA HELP HER PLEASE!" The paramedics ran over to us and picked her up, running her to the ambulance on a bed. I hopped on the ambulance with her and they started driving to the hospital. They hooked her up to a heart moniter and I was horrified to see it was barely above a flatline. "Buttercup you can pull through this, you're tough! You gotta be fine!" I watched as they started trying to remove the bullet from her, saying it was lodged in her left lung, which explained why she threw up so much blood.

They called into the hospital explaining what to have set up for when she got there. I stared at her face, she looked so peaceful while everyone around her was panicking. Even with turf burn on her cheek and blood covering her chin, she was still the most beautiful thing I had ever looked at. I was taken out of my trance as we arrived at the hospital. I jumped out and ran after her bed, only to be stopped at a pair of large double doors. "No! I need to be with her!" I tried desperately to get past the doctors. "You can see her a little bit later sir. She's in good hands."

I walked to the waiting room, defeated. I was right there! How could I have let this happen? I looked down at my hands to see them covered in her blood. In a flash of light, Buttercup's sisters arrived along with the Professor. "Butch! What happened to her? She was with you!" Her dad yelled at me and I looked up to him with tear filled eyes. I tried to hold back a sob as I answered him. "Princess Morebucks hired a hitman to shoot her when the fireworks went off after the first half… WHY WEREN'T YOU THERE? THIS IS HER NATIONAL GAME! She played so well… and you weren't there."

They all looked regretful. "We were watching it from home…, we saw her fall and scream, but they turned off the channel after that." Blossom was the one who replied since Bubbles was already crying.

After that, we sat in silence. I pulled out my phone and went on twitter, might as well let the whole world know, she could use their support. "#prayforbuttercup Buttercup got shot after first half at our national championship game. She's in the hospital now, pray she can pull through this please… BCBUtonium" The tweet got a lot of attention immediately and to my surprise, a large crowd of people came into the hospital waiting room, including the other team.

Nobody said anything, but we all just sat there, the whole stadium of people packed in the waiting room. In the silence, the door opening sounded deafening. The doctor flinched at the amount of people in the normally empty waiting room. He just stared at us for a moment, his expression unreadable and we all anticipated his announcement, hoping for the best.

AN: yup so here is your cliff hanger right before the last chapter. So what happened with Buttercup? Did she live? Did she die? Let's hope I update fast enough for you to be able to sleep at night. (Jk I'm sure it's not that interesting loll) anyways, please review, I honestly have two ways this could go and I might make two alternate endings… tell me what you prefer in the reviews, I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it!