Can't you see that I'm choking?
By: Bernadette
Summary: It was everything. Everything was falling apart. Something's wrong and I don't know what to do. I'm choking in this hell that I call my home. Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear my screaming?
Chapter 2: Detention could be Hell.
"Well, if you were awake and if you weren't going through your coach bag, maybe I wouldn't have had this detention," Blossom retorted, walking ahead of her sisters.
"It wasn't my fault that damn class was soo frickin' boring!" Buttercup shot back, her arms behind her head.
"And I had to find my Hello Kitty pencil, I can't write with anything else than that!" Bubbles replied, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt.
Blossom snorted at her sister's attitudes and stared at the yellow slip in her hand. It was her first assigned detention and it could be recorded down into her school record and who knows what the rest of her teachers will say/do!
This simple detention could ruin her whole entire life and there was no way to erase it! Maybe she was overreacting, maybe she was overlooking this matter or maybe she was completely right. Whatever her gut was telling her at this moment, she was positive that this not a good thing.
"I can't believe this!" Blossom moaned, slapping the piece of paper on her face.
Buttercup slapped her sister's back playfully and smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry Blossom, once you get a detention slip, it seems like it's the end of the world, but once you actually go to it, it won't be that bad. Trust me, I know," Buttercup comforted her, adding a piece of her personal experience.
"Well, I feel loads better," Blossom muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.
"Shaddup" Buttercup yelled out, hitting her sister again on the shoulder.
Blossom and Bubbles laughed and flew off into the distance, leaving Buttercup behind them. Three individual lights trailed after the three sisters as they went home, totally unaware of the sinister Him watching their every move.
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"Oh how cute, they've grown soooo much since I've last seen them, right Duckie?" (Author's Note: I forgot the Duck's name) a shrill voice said.
A long slender arm withdrew from the couch, a shocking blackened claw attached to that same arm. The onyx-colored claw was tinted with a red spark and it stretched out to reach an old-styled remote. From seeing that claw, it seemed as if it would crush under its' grasp, but thankfully, it didn't. With a simple flick of the stranger's claw, the television that had the images of the three-powerpuff girls turned off.
"Oh, have times changed since those sweet, sweet little girls were little," the same shrill voice squealed out. The unidentified stranger slowly stood up, revealing a head of short black hair and a puff of pink.
"Oh how I wanted to wring their necks,"the voice said, with a little more of a masculine feel to it. The stranger turned right-around to reveal a man. He wore black lipstick and he had somewhat of a curly gotiche (Author's Note: I don't know how to spell that and Microsoft won't show me the right spelling for it, it kept showing goat..)
" BOYS! Come out here!" he exclaimed, his eyes flashing. He glanced over at a desolate corner and placed his claw-like hands on his waist. A small displeased scowl took its' place on his lips.
From the shadows, three boys emerged. The first one that stepped out of the darkness was a green-themed boy, his hair pulled up into a small, yet high ponytail. He had a gruff expression plastered across his face, his emerald orbs sparkling with devious intent to create chaos and havoc. The Unreasonable Fighter.
The second that emerged from the shadows was a blonde-haired male. Unlike the first boy, this flaxen-haired male had a blue theme. His blonde hair overlapping his eyes in a messy manner, though it didn't stop his sapphire orbs from shining in the room. His expression was more kind than the first boy that emerged. Though, he still had that dangerous vibe emitting from within his embodiment. The Sentimental Idiot.
The last came forward, his presence almost overlapping the boys that came before him. He had long red hair, kept into a low ponytail, which was topped with a black-colored cap, turned backwards. His crimson orbs narrowed into thin slits, having that deep hatred embedded deep into his gaze. His main color, much like the other boys, was red—a deep shade of red. The Unemotional Leader.
"My, my… look at how you three have grown," the oddly dressed man said.
The three boys remained quiet, though acknowledging this man's praises.
"I have a job for the three of you, a few pests that I need to be exterminated."
"Yes," the redheaded male said stepping forward.
"..and I do believe you'll enjoy fighting these twits with mucho gusto," he said again, sliding down into his chair, crossing his legs and uncrossing it.
"?" All three looked up at the devious male, curiousity expressed on their faces.
"I want you to capture and destroy the Powerpuff Girls!" he raged, flames emitting from his body and licking the bodies of the boys.
A small smirk appeared on the brunette's lips, a look of surprise on the blonde and an unresponsive reaction from the redhead. Although, from each and every one of the boys, a hint of eagerness and thirst for hurting the girls were all so evident, their aura's reflecting their hostile attitudes towards the mere mention of the girls.
"You three may go at once! I'll be expecting the girls death any time soon!" he exclaimed, his voice grown with his air of masculinity.
A door materialized behind them as the strange individual waved his claw of a hand. The trio turned right around and left, leaving the strange man laughing behind. Their bodies disappearing through a dark, undeterminable room, with no trace of them being seen inside the room.
"Oh I just can't wait to see the surprised looks on those ungrateful brats when they see the RowdyRuff Boys have returned and stronger than they have ever been!"
Him laughed to himself as he thought of all the wonderful consequences of the girl's actions for not dying.
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"Remember Bloss, detention's a piece of cake, just make sure you don't get ask the teacher any questions—on second thought, don't talk to her at all, she's a very irritable teach" Buttercup said to her sister, giving her another tip about detention before she stepped into the room.
"Geez, you make this sound like I'm going to be interrogated or something and if I say a single word, it'll be used against me," Blossom said, rolling her eyes.
"You're absolutely positively right, that's how they treat you when you're in detention and after you get out of detention, they'll treat you as if you're the bad guy in the whole entire year you're condemned to them. If you're lucky, then maybe they won't say nothin' to your other teachers," Buttercup said seriously stopping alongside of Blossom.
Blossom stopped in her tracks, her face gone ashen.
"Dude, I'm just kiddin' around," Buttercup said, laughing running forward, leaving her sister in front of the detention door.
Regardless, if Buttercup was right or not, she still had to acknowledge the fact that this teacher she's serving detention with. She hoped nothing bad would go on for her period of time she had to stay with this teacher. Ms. Keen wouldn't be serving with her, despite the fact that she assigned the detention.
'Wish me luck, Bunny' she thought, taking a deep breath.
Once she opened that door and took a step in, she was surprised to see that there was no one there, besides a red-haired male sitting (leaning back) at a chair and his feet propped up on her desk. He was leaning back on the chair, letting it only stand on the hind legs. He wore a black outfit and wore a pair of biker gloves, the fingers cropped off and a rectangle of skin exposed. His red hat set on top of his face, making him undeterminable. Blossom scowled, disgusted at the stranger.
"Um, excuse me, but can you please take your feet off of my desk? I sit there," Blossom asked, approaching the stranger, putting her books down on a neighbouring desk.
He didn't reply, but continued to ignore Blossom, his breathing leveled and quiet. Blossom released an annoyed sigh and sat down at the far side of the room, her stuff set neatly in front of her.
"Well, if you won't comply, then I guess I'll have to sit over here, and you should get up, the teacher substituting for this class'll come any second and you're over their sleeping," Blossom chided, taking a pen from out of her binder.
Even at this, he still remained quiet, it really did seem as if this male was sleeping, or simply ignoring her. Containing her frustration at the boy, Blossom silently went to work, continuing some of her homework that she purposely didn't do to keep herself occupied during detention.
The minutes ticked by, the teacher still missing from earlier. Blossom was wondering if this teacher had forgotten all about her detention and this other stranger in the room with her.
A thought ran through her head, she hadn't noticed it earlier, but she had never seen this strange, black clothed individual. As far as she knows, she was the only redheaded student in this whole entire school and the next red head was still in elementary school.
"Excuse me?" Blossom asked politely, turning to face the snoozing redhead.
"I know this may sound a bit idiotic and silly to you, but do you even go to school here? I mean—." She didn't have to say a single word, it seemed like that question has caught his attention.
"Shut up, I'm new. Got detention first day," he said from under his red cap.
"Oh.." Blossom could only reply a single word. She was a little surprised that he had bit her head off. Well—maybe he's one of those problem children. Well, whatever the case, Blossom didn't see the need to actually interrogate him any more.
A few squeaks came from his side of the room and the sound of scraping metal against the floor. A small sigh escaped Blossom's lips, the aggravation rising just a bit.
"Can you, chill out?" Blossom said, turning the red-haired male.
Pink eyes blinked, seeing black in front of her. With the information processing through her head, Blossom looked up to see an empty red-eyed stare. Blossom felt the emotionless and hatred riveting throughout this boy's stare. She could only turn away from him.
"Eh, yeah, since you're away from my seat, I'll go over there and—."
"What's your name? Blossom Utonium?" the boy asked, cutting her sentence in half.
"Yeah? That's me," she replied slowly, not getting where this conversation's going.
"Detention's over," he said, walking past her and heading for the door.
"Hey! Wait! The teacher never came back and if they noticed that we're gone who kno—."
"My Brothers called me in, the teacher's ain't comin' whether or not you think so. I was jus' sayin' 'cause it seems you'd be the type to waste your afternoon in a shabby room like this," he said, waving his hand, not bothering to turn and look at her.
"Yo—"
"Plus, since I was here, the only thing I heard coming from the teach's mouth was how great Blossom Utonium is and how she's he one most likely to succeed. An honest Teacher's Pet," he said releasing a fit of empty chuckles.
Blossom stared at the red-haired male's retreating form, appalled on how he talked to her. Sure she had people talked to her in the same manner and attitude, but something about him seemed so familiar and she couldn't put her finger on it. It was… unnerving for some odd reason.
She bit her lip and scrawled a note on a piece of paper. She got up from her desk and gathered her stuff; the redheaded teenager approached the teacher's desk and dropped the note on the desk.
"I know I'm going to regret this at some point in my life…" Blossom said softly leaving the room. Though, it was true, it had been an hour and her detention was over and served the only person not there was the teacher. Perhaps she should talk to Ms. Keene about this and this new boy, and figure out why she feels like she knows him or something.
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Author's Note: Sorry for such a belated chapter, but I've been trying so hard to keep up with my other stories. I apologise greatly and hope you enjoy this chapter, even if there isn't much action.