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 3: The Sound.
Blossom trudged through out the halls, her pink eyes locked on the blue lockers of her school. Bubbles was overjoyed once she found out that her locker was her favorite color. Blossom and Buttercup were happy too, but not as ecstatic as Bubbles.
"Well, it matches with the school colors, so I guess that's good enough," Blossom said quietly, her fingers lightly trailing against the lockers. She glanced at the locker numbers, silently reading the numbers engraved on the doors.
Blossom smiled slightly and stopped in front of a locker, the number 1518 engraved into it. Blossom twisted and turned the lock, a small yawn emitting from her lips. She stayed up last night and she hadn't realized that she was this tired. She raised her hand up to her mouth, muffling the sound. She didn't know how could one night of sleep make her feel so sleepy.
"I'm not getting another detention if this is going to happen," she said tiredly, keeping her hand on her mouth. While shoving her belongings in her locker, Blossom realized that she asked a stupid question from earlier.
When she asked the redheaded boy is he went to school here, she should've have inferred that he was new or something. Why would anyone break into school? Statistics showed that teenagers would rather break out of school rather that to break in to school. Plus, he didn't seem like the type to break into a school. Though, she didn't know why she never heard of him until right now. If there were a new student, there would be rumors running like wildfire throughout the whole school.
They strived to make a certain impression on the student and once that student already found their place, their popularity would decrease. It was a sad thing, but that's life in Green Nest High school, everything has to revolve on drama and rumors.
Blossom shook her head, running her hand through her red hair, she shouldn't pay too much attention to these things, and they would easily give her a headache.
"I wondered how he knew that the teacher wasn't coming," she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror. It was weird, how would he know that the teacher wasn't coming? Hm, even if he did say that his brothers told him that the teacher wasn't coming, wouldn't she hear a voice or the ring of a cell phone? Walkie-talkie?
"Blossom, chill out," she whispered, closing her eyes and shutting her locker.
With a nod of her head, she walked out to the nearest exit, anxious to get home and get a good night's rest.
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That redheaded male that shot those smart-ass statements at the powerpuff leader walked down the dirtied sidewalks of Townsville. Not all of Townsville was clean like it was when it was first built and this was one of the parts that were quickly disposed of as "trash".
The fiery-headed male made his way to a run-down apartment, his hand reaching for a key in his pocket. He slipped his key in the keyhole. He was a bit satisfied with his earlier encounter with the pink-eyed puff, he thought that she would've recognized him, but it seemed she hadn't. He stepped into the dim-lit room, the loud blare of the TV greeting him.
"Yo' Brick how was da' visit?" Butch asked his brother, throwing him a bottle of beer. He was sitting in front of the television, his feet propped up on a nearby couch cushion. A small yawn escaped his lips as he glanced away from the television and to his brother.
"She didn't recognize me," Brick said simply, twisting the cap off the bottle of his beer. He brought the bottle up to his lips, chugging the bitter-tasting liquid down.
"That's good, right?" Boomer questioned, grabbing another bottle from their refrigerator. He brushed his bangs away from his face, popping the cap and taking a quick sip of his beer.
"Tch, what the hell do you think Boomer?" Butch questioned irritably at his brother. He snorted and rolled his emerald orbs, acting as if that was the most obvious and most stupidest thing in the world to ask.
"My fault," Boomer muttered under his breath, his face tinged a light pink. The blonde-haired male moved over to the next available seat, which was right in front of Butch.
"I think you've been drinking too much of 'em," Butch said tipping his glass bottle to emphasize his point. Boomer rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his alcoholic beverage, earning a snort from Butch.
"Anyways, back to business, what did those puffballs say?" Butch questioned, insinuating that Brick had the time to bump into all three of the PowerPuff Girls.
"I only met the pink one, she seems smart, but damn clueless to her own safety," Brick commented, leaning against the wall. It was true, she acted as if they were actually schoolmates, she should've thought twice on that. Does that blasted girl trust everyone she meets?
"Damn, this'll be easy," Butch said cockily, smirking at his brothers.
"It won't be that easy. They're still our counterparts and that means they're nearly as powerful as us. If they realize that we're back, they'll act all at once and try to "kiss" us or something," Brick lectured, his voice oozing with authority.
"Kiss…" Boomer muttered under his breath, gaining that dreamy look on his face. Brick and Butch turned their attention on their blonde-haired brother. Brick scowled slightly, knowing what was on his brother's mind right at that moment.
"Yeah, but no stupid kiss will stand a chance against us, right Boomer?" Brick questioned, his red eyes narrowing at his own brother. Boomer returned his gaze, nodding his head. He knew that Brick knew that this little thing was troubling him since they were brought back and it's been troubling him even more now that they were informed to "get rid" of them.
"Hell yeah!" Butch yelled, chuckling darkly. He didn't really know what was going on, but he was enthusiastic about the whole entire thing.
"You boys get ready for tomorrow, 'cause tomorrow we're gonna meet our pussy counterparts at school," Brick said, tossing his beer bottle in a nearby trashcan.
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"That's it? Damn, I thought that you'd be chewed out and spat out into the trash," Buttercup exclaimed. Blossom glared at her sister and rolled her eyes.
"Nice of you to think of me while I was still in detention, especially since the thoughts were sooo thoughtful," Blossom said sarcastically, rolling her pinkened orbs at her sister. Bubbles laughed at her sisters' attitudes, happy to see that Blossom wasn't still drowning herself in sorrow that she got her detention.
"But, yeh' know, I wanna know about that kid that was in detention with you. What was he? Some type'a freak?" Buttercup questioned Blossom, raising an eyebrow up.
"That's mean of you to say Buttercup!" Bubbles exclaimed, a bit offended by the words her green-eyed sister said. Buttercup gave her a funny look, as if to say "are you serious?".
"Well.. it was!" Bubbles said indignantly, puffing up her cheeks and crossing her arms childishly.
"Ugh. Buttercup, be nice to Bubbles," Blossom said exasperated. With a grumble, Buttercup nodded her head.
"Anyways, he was a bit "weird", but in a strange way, he seemed normal enough," Blossom commented thoughtfully, pressing her forefinger against her chin. Buttercup released an annoyed sigh at her sister's ever-so obvious observation.
"No duh, he's gonna' sit through the whole damn detention sleeping then randomly popping up beside you and saying, "my brother's said the teach ain't comin". Now that's a freak," Buttercup retorted, making wild hand gestures as she spoke.
"Nice way to put it," Blossom and Bubbles chorused looking at their cocky, black-haired sister. Buttercup smiled sheepishly and said a quick 'thanks'.
"My explanation was so much better than yours, I mean come on? Were you tryna' confuse us with your "educated limbo"," Buttercup inquired, raising her eyebrows at her redheaded sister.
"Whatever Buttercup, at least mine was more reasonable than your "Whatta' freak" statement," Blossom retorted, tossing her red hair back.
"And Blossom's was much more nicer," Bubbles added, her blonde pigtails bouncing along with every move she made. Buttercup tossed her head to the side muttering a few annoyed curses before turning to her sisters once more.
"Ch. Whatever, but damn that idiot was acting pretty weird," Buttercup stated once more. Blossom cocked an eyebrow up at her sister and released a sigh. It was no use.
"Anyways, it was weird, when I heard him getting out of my desk, I didn't realize that he was right beside me," Blossom said, scratching her head. She didn't even hear him approach her! Now, that was surprising. Most guys, they moved noisily and with every move they made, they created a sound.
'But.. this guy, he was completely silent. He moved with stealth-like grace' Blossom thought wildly. Her trimmed eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, buried deep in her analysis of this boy.
"Blossom, maybe you shouldn't think so much of this person. You'll just be putting more and more pressure on yourself," Bubbles said touching her sister's shoulders and giving it a light squeeze.
"Yeah, you're right." Blossom said, nodding her head.
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Blossom remained motionless in her bed, her pink orbs staring out to her ceiling. Sleep was slowly taking over her and her eyelids drooped. As the moments ticked by, the redheaded powerpuff fell into a deep slumber, never hearing the window beside her rattle noisily.
Author's Note; Ah, yes. I was trying to think up a storm for these six children to encounter each other, but it seems that all of my thoughts and ideas have shifted to the next chapter. While you have fun with whatever you're commenting, I'll go ahead and work on the next chapter. Please read and comment. (Biiiiiiig Hint)
Oh and that reminds me, does anyone have hotmail? I'm getting bored and I would like to converse with my readers and reviewers. Private Message me and I'll tell you. :)