POWERPUFF LOVE

PART 4

by chuckiboo

inspired by the art of extremegirlfan

Powerpuff Girls ©Hanna-Barbera

To say that the city of Townsville has been shaken up by the death of two of the Rowdyruff Boys, and the gruesome hospitalization of the leader Brick, is an absolute understatement. But to discover that they died at the hands of a young man who possessed no type of superhuman abilities, is the understatement of the century. In a moment of temporary insanity, Casey Roberts transformed from a 19 year old college student, into a mindless, demonically driven monster, in defense of his girlfriend Blossom, leader of the much loved Powerpuff Girls. In the months leading up to this event, Casey had been disturbed by the haunting words and unnecessary scoldings of his parents to stay away from the opposite sex, due to their personal beliefs and condemnations. It left an immense scar in his mind, and on his heart; and it wouldn't have been long until everything came to a head. But none expected anything of this magnatude.

For the next few weeks, Casey was kept under close surveillence, and was ordered to undergo psychiatric evaluations to find out what caused him to commit such a horrible act. He wasn't alone at all; his girl Blossom, along with Bubbles and Buttercup, as well as his close buddies Seigel and Thomas, helped and cooperated with the local authorities to the fullest extent. All six knew the truth, yet they kept being led in circles, as the prosecution tried to harshly convict Casey. Finally, it took Mr. Mayor to straighten everything out, and the young man was exonerated of all charges, due to provocation and temporary insanity, not on his part, but on the Rowdyruff Boys; in other words, self defense.

A couple months after the story died down, the girls were at home talking over things with their father.

"So," asked Prof. Plutonium, "how's Casey doing?"

Blossom had a frown on her cute face. "He's been down since he was acquitted, and Thomas said that he's feeling homesick."

"Hmmm," hummed the prof, "it seems he needs a break from this big city life."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, he's been away from his family for a while, and he must want to reconnect with 'em."

That alone got the muscle girl's brain going, and she knows just what to do.

Back at the dorm, the guys were doing some studying, until the phone rang. Thomas answered it.

"Hello?" he said, "yeah, okay, here he is. *covering up speaker* Hey Casey, phone!"

Casey came over to get the receiver from Thomas.

"Hello? Emily! How you been! Everything alright at home? What! You sure? I-I don't think...listen, I caused enough trouble, that's why she sent me away! Ya'll do miss me, don't 'cha. O-Alright, I'll come home to visit. Okay, love you too, bye."

He hung up the phone. The conversation piqued the boys' interest.

"What that your sister Emily?" asked Seigel.

"Yeah," sounding befuddled, "she and Erica want to see me during the holidays. They say they miss me a lot, and that they seen what happened a couple months ago with the Rowdyruff Boys."

Seigel came and put his arm around his friend. "You oughta be glad, bro, you'll see your family again."

"Yeah," he sighed, "but it's not the twins I'm worried about."

"I think," interjected Thomas, "that you should take Blossom with you back home. Get a hotel room if you have to, just for the sake of arguement."

Casey grinned at the possibility. "Hey," he stated, "let's go back together, and invite the girls to come with us!"

Thomas and Seigel grinned like cheshire cats at the thought of having their girlfriends meet their parents. Casey then dialed the number of the girls' house and talked to Blossom on the matter. She and the girls were estatic at the thought of going home with their boyfriends for the winter holidays, and the arrangements were made.

As soon as school let out for the winter break, the boys packed the van, and proceeded to pick up the girls. An hour later, they were on the interstate heading south; all were cheerful, yet Casey had his doubts as to what was happening with the family. He would find out when they got there.

Four hours later, they were off the interstate, and entering the city limits of the boys' hometown.

"Welcome to Duganton, girls," Seigel announced, "our home for, uh, a long time."

"So good to be home," Thomas sighed, as Bubbles squeezed his hand.

"I can't wait to meet your parents!" she said excitedly, while Buttercup mused, but on the inside, she was pretty giddy herself.

"Mind if we drop you off first, Case?" he called from the front to the back.

"It don't matter," he called back.

"Okay," as he made a right at a stop light, "we'll be at your place in a couple."

Riding down the street, they got a glance at the well built houses that stood in this century-old community, and where the guys grew up in, not too far from their alma mater. They soon pulled up in front of a beautiful, two story house, colonial style with a solid brick foundation. The grass was partial brown, due to the changing of the seasons, yet the flowers rendered their last blooms for the season. As the van door opened and Casey stepped out, he got a good look at his childhood home. Blossom soon brought out her 5' 8", 220 pound muscular frame from the vehicle, and stood beside her boyfriend.

"This is beautiful," she replied in awe, looking all around at the full acre lot the house sat on.

"This is my home," he said he said, sounding sad, "hope I'm welcome again."

"Hey Case," Seigel called from inside, "you can leave your bags in here, just call me when you're ready for 'em, okay?"

"Gotcha, and say hello to your dad for me."

"Gotcha bro."

The big high top van then pulled from the curb and into the street, going down the road.

"Let's go," he mused slightly, as Blossom held his arm in added confidence. Before they reached the front steps, the door opened, and two tall, muscular girls ran out of the house toward them.

"Casey!" both cried as they nearly knocked him away from his girl's hold, hugging and kissing him all over. Casey couldn't help but smile.

"Emily, Erica, so good to see you two again," he chimed, now a bit happier than a minute ago. "Girls, this is my girlfriend Blossom."

The two teens gasped at the name. "Blossom!? Of...the Powerpuff Grils! How did you-"

"Let me finish," he laughed, "Blossom, these are my 'exuberant' twin younger sisters, Emily," pointing to the one on the left, "and Erica," the one on the right. "Wow, ya'll gotten bigger since before I left for college, what'cha been doing?"

"Don't you remember silly," Erica chirped, "the exercises you taught us when mom wasn't looking."

"Where's dad?"

"He's outta town," Emily replied, "he'll be back tomorrow. You gonna stay here?"

"Uh, I was thinking about getting a hotel-"

"No you're not," commanded Erica, "you're staying here, your room is still untouched. The way you were treated long time ago shouldn't affect what you do now. You're nearly a man now."

"And where's mom?" he asked sternly.

"She's out shopping, she knows you're coming. But uh-"

"You didn't tell her I was bringing a guest, right?"

"Listen baby," Blossom chimed in, "I don't mean to cause this inconvenience-"

"You're not causing trouble," corrected Erica, "because of you, we have back the brother we love, the one who'd take time to help us study, exercise and do everything else."

Both girls were close to tears. "We miss you, Casey," as both snuggly embraced him, as only sisters can. Blossom's expression softened at the sight of this reunion. "Let's go inside, it's getting chilly," as all four headed to the house, and its warm interior. Sitting down, the girls served up some warm cocoa, as they continued their conversation.

"So," asked Emily, "how did you take down the Rowdyruff Boys?"

Casey's expression turned grim. "It happened again." The girls' faces went into shock.

"No," said Erica in terror, "not again..."

Blossom was confused. "You mean...this has happened before?"

Emily nodded. "Because of how our mom treated him when he was a child, he had to go to psychiatric therapy for a year. He was told to not ever get mad, and as much as dad tried to keep him calm, mom persisted punishment, sorta 'tough love' to grow him out of his insane anger."

Erica took over. "Before he graduated from high school, some of the seniors pulled a prank on him that hurt one of his classmates. His rage exploded, and five of the top players on the football ended up in the hospital with broken bones and permanent scars. Though he did graduate, his record was tarnished. So he was sent to college outside of Duganton, to Townsville University, so he wouldn't cause trouble."

Blossom gazed over to her boyfriend, to see his head hanging down in sadness. She instinctively placed her huge arms around him and hugged him close.

"It'll be fine, baby," she whispered in his ear, "I know now why you did what you did."

He raised his head, with tears streaming down his cheeks. Erica and Emily got up and surrounded their brother. Just as that was happening, the front door opens. There stood a tall, muscular woman, in her mid fourties, with long blonde hair and a gracefully aged face.

"Hi girls, I'm home," as she looked through the room, to see four people at the couch, one she never expected.

"You," as her tone turned to anger, "Casey Michael Roberts, I told you to never return here. This is no longer your home, and you are no longer my son."

"But he is our brother," Emily said as she stood up in defense. "Erica and I will not forget that!"

She put down her bags and stormed over to the four. "Don't talk back to me, young lady!" bordering on yelling, as she grabbed Emily by the wrist and applying pressure to her meaty forearm. Blossom sat there watching this, knowing she couldn't hold back anymore, as she stepped in between the two, easily breaking the hold. The woman stood there in shock, anger apparent on her face. "And who are YOU?" she asked yelling.

"I'm Blossom, Casey's girlfriend! Your son is kind and honorable, and I love him so much!"

The woman's eyes shot wide in fury, as she pushed Blossom aside and grabbed Casey by his shirt collar off the couch, feet dangling a foot off the ground.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND!? YOU DON'T DESERVE ONE, NOT NOW, NOT EVER!"

She shook the teen violently, as his head bobbed back and forth, the twins putting all they had into stopping their mother. In her insanely strong grasp, Casey was helpless.

"Let me...go!" as she shook off their holds, and continued her torment of her son.

"Since I disowned you," saying through clenched teeth, "I can kill you easily...but I'll give you a little reminder of who controls your life, in childhood AND adulthood!"

And then, lifting her massive right arm and balling her hand into a fist, she landed a punch so hard to the left side of his face, it propelled him thirty feet across the living room, making a sizable dent in the wall and knocking down pictures. The three rushed to his side, to a horrific sight. His left eye socket caved in, causing massive bleeding, leaving his face mangled. Add to that, he'd been knocked unconscious. Blossom's fury rose to the surface, as an aura appeared like none before.

"Emily," she murmured, "call 911 and get him to the hospital, I'll take care of your mother," as she walked toward Mrs. Roberts. "Why'd you had to do that, to your son, the man I love..."

She smirked. "He's a demon, I raised him to be that, he was born to be tormented, to become the demon he was born to be...anyone who's a friend of his is an enemy of mine...and he doesn't..." getting into a fighting stance, "deserve...YOU!" as she rammed toward Blossom, missing the superheroine. "Let's take this out back, so I can beat you easily," she said as the girl followed her through the kitchen and to the backyard.

A few minutes later, a man arrived, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase. Upon see the carnage, he dropped his things and headed to the girls.

"Girls!" he said in panic, "what happened?"

Emily and Erica told their father the story, as the ambulance arrived and the medical techs rushed in.

"Your mother's gone too far," he said as the techs tended to his son, and taking him out on a gurney.

"Go with them, I'll stay here," as the girls climbed into the ambulace to see after their brother. Mr Roberts knew that an end needs to come to his son's torment, the son he still holds dear, the son his wife visciously disowned for no reason. It needs to end.