Hallelujah! 1 review from charisma, 2 from Koharu, 2 more from Jellogrl and 1 from bubbles968! God Bless you all! Ok, so, I know I haven't updated in the longest time, but I really like my other story better. I just thought I'd finish up this one chapter and post it because it was just lying around in my files. Oh yeah. And I also know I said the CCG's appearance would be in this chapter and, well, it's not.
The Crusumcrush Girls
Chapter 4- Memory's and Evil Thoughts
"Let's go to the jail first, because it's on the way to your house." Blossom directed. All the PPG with Claire and the captive Mojo Jojo flew down into the local jail and through the fumed monkey into the cell and behind bars.
"Thank you Powerpuff Girls. We'll take it from here." A police man thanked the three.
"Just doing our job. Good night officer." Blossom said politely as she, Buttercup and Bubbles headed for the exit (not through the ceiling this time).
"Come on Claire, we'll take you home now." Bubbles motioned for Claire to join them. Claire turned to look at the trapped villain. She asked him something quiet enough so no one else could hear.
"Would I really have become a monster if I drank that stuff?" Mojo looked up with curiosity.
"Not necessarily a monster, but you would have had super powers." Claire ran his words through her mind, and the possibilities she could do if she was in that couch's shoes.
"Let's get a move on, girly. If my kidneys die, you're the one who's gonna have to transplant your own to me." Buttercup shouted from across the cell, now looking in serious amounts of pain. Claire toddled over to the heroines, Bubbles picked her up in her arms, and they all flew out towards her home that Claire had given the address to them earlier.
"Is that your home down there?" Blossom pointed out a house she spotted below them.
"No, the one next door." Claire corrected. The girls placed Claire to the ground and took a look at her home. It certainly didn't look much like a house. It looked more like a rundown outhouse. It was damp and dreary looking with many moths flying about.
"Wow, what a dump-ow!" Buttercup's shin was kicked hard by Blossom's foot. Claire's dad ran out of the shed like a bullet and swept his daughter into his arms.
"Thank goodness. Are you all right? Tell me what happened," he frantically said, kissing her on the head.
"Yeah, I'm fine Dad. Don't make a scene." Claire tried to push him away, quit embarrassed.
"You are in big trouble young lady." His attitude suddenly changed strict. He placed her to the ground again and crossed his arms.
"What!? What for? I was just kidnapped by a crazy monkey, and you're blaming me?"
"Don't you give me any excuses. I called the Morebucks when you didn't come home, and they said you refused to come with them!"
"Yeah, well, it's not like they objected at all," she protested huffily.
"I thought I told you to stay safe with them no matter how much you don't like it, and you disobeyed on the first day! Because of your stubbornness, you went and got yourself stolen!"
"I think we better go." Blossom whispered to her sisters that agreed easily. "Well, we should be going. Nice meeting you Mr. Claire's Dad."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you dearly for finding my daughter, and for the last time you saved her too," Claire's dad changed again to a polite tone.
"Yeah, yeah. No prob." Buttercup said, waving her hand carelessly. "Now let's go before I explode."
"Bye, bye Mister. Bye, bye Claire. See you at school!" Bubbles waved good bye. Claire's dad waved back, but Claire was too busy pouting in the grass to notice. And the girls were gone, with Buttercup far in the lead.
"Let's get you to bed. We'll finish this talk in the morning," Claire's dad told her as she pulled out weeds from the roots. She got to her feet and spit on the ground before walking into her home.
That night, Claire lay wide awake on her moth eaten mattress. Her mind was crazy full of random thoughts. One was of her mother. She remembered how she use to tell her stories at night, and awaken her to her horrifyingly grotesque meals, and drive her to school, and hold parties for her and her friends, and bought every carton of eggnog at the market during the holidays, and do all the motherly things mothers do. But only a year ago, she passed out and was sent to the hospital. She could remember the exact words of the doctor on that day. He said to her father, "I'm afraid your wife has AIDS."
At the time, Claire had no idea what 'AIDS' was, but was scared by the words, "I'm afraid". Her father explained to her that it was a terrible disease that had been in her for years and years, and only now has it decided to kick in. When Claire asked, he wouldn't answer if she was going to live. The bills for operation were high, and her dad was spending every sent they had on her for constant surgery, even when the doctors said they weren't helping. When it got to the point where he was about to spend Claire's college money and even sell the house, her mom had stopped him and said he and the child were more important than the pointless burning of money on her.
One day, the hospital released her. Claire assumed this meant everything was all better and they could go back to their normal life, but reality was far from that dream. They were told by the doctor to make sure she's comfortably adjusted in bed, and given lots of love. The sick women lay in bed, being fed her favorite meals, and kept getting up to look outside for something they didn't know of. On the day of the worst for the little Claire, her mother was as weak as ever, and she just sat there, not wanting to be spoken to for an hour, staring of at the shimmering water of their small lake outside, and the distant green mountains, praying silently, until she summoned the two by her side. She told her husband some stuff about how she's always loved him and kissed him many times. Then she turned to her daughter and said the words Claire would never forget.
"My beloved little child Claire, God in heaven says he needs me soon, so please let me go with all your love. And look out for your father, and your friends. And you can talk to me any time you like. Even if you can't hear me, I'm always be listening, kay? We'll see each other again; just don't make it any shorter then it's supposed to. Will you be a good girl when I'm gone?"
"But you won't go! Not now! I need you more than God! Please say you'll stay!" She would start crying and hugged her weak mother tightly.
"Don't be selfish Claire Bear. You have to learn how to let go of things you really love in life." She looked down at her beloved weeping daughter. "I'll miss you too… I'll miss you both… "She gave them both the most meaningful embrace of a life time for anyone. The family of three sat there for hours and hours, until they all cried themselves to sleep. In the morning, Claire woke up to a sobbing father, and her asleep mother, with her arms still wrapped around them. When she asked him what was wrong, he gasped and quickly tried scooting her out of the bedroom. Claire had a powerful punching feeling in her gut at what he was so horrified of. She wriggled herself from the clutches of her dad, and ran back to her mother. She shouted for her to wake up, but she never did. Never.
After the death of Claire's mother, all the gone money her dad spent on the operations sent them to the streets. They eventually got an old apartment that seemed to be so desperate it was cheap enough for them to afford. Karle's (Claire's mom) brother/Claire's Uncle, was a dirty rich man who lived in Colorado (If you remember, Princess moved into Townsville in her first episode, so they don't live in Townsville yet). Yet, he would give them no money because he said it was her dad's fault his sister died of AIDS because he used to be a smoker before he married (I can't exactly say the details of why this means it's his fault since this is rated K+. If you're at least in 5th grade, I think you should know). Later in the next year, he managed to get a job application, and they moved to Townsville, but are still very poor.
Claire turned in her bed. That was why she hated Princess and her rich family so much. She tried so hard to keep the promise she made to her mom, but it was going very wrong so far. Another thought in her head was about what Mojo Jojo had said about her being able to have super powers. 'If I did, I could make the Morebucks share the family money, and I could give Dad the life he wants us to have like before Mom died. I could do so many changes.' She thought about the Powerpuff Girls that have helped her out twice now.
'Shoot! I forgot to thank them again! I must seem just as spoiled as Princess now!' She stuffed her pillow over her face. 'I'll just have to tomorrow at school.' She heard a big BOOM from outside. The little kindergartner lifted her head from her dirty pillow and looked out her window. The couch monster from earlier, that looked a heck of a lot bigger now, was running around town like crazy. Exploding things, and setting them on fire. All the towns people were running around in frantic swarms, screaming their heads off. This was in the distance; Claire's home was out of town, so she didn't need to worry about their own safety too much. Something caught her eye. Three streaks of pink, green and blue, were heading straight towards the destructive monstrosity. Claire quickly pulled out an old pair of binoculars from under her bed and looked back through them out the window.
The girls appeared to be in night gowns, with their eyes drooping tiredly. Blossom was shouting something at the evil sofa, something Claire was much too far to make earshot with, Bubbles eyelids eyes were falling, as was she a few times before quickly regaining herself, and she was hugging some sort of stuffed octopus in her arms, and Buttercup looked infuriated at being woken up to deal with this thing. As the fight broke out, Claire noticed all the town's people had stopped running and screaming to cheer their heroes on. This made Claire think about herself being similar, yet apart from those citizens. 'Those fools, just standing there when they should be helping in some way. What did they do to help themselves before the PPG came to save their sorry butts?' Claire gasped at what she had just thought. It sort of came on its own will from the back of her head. 'How could I think that way? Their just letting them do their job, and cheering them on it,' Claire's louder thoughts said. 'Actually, all they ever do is depend on them to pick up the dirt their town holds.' The uncontrollable quiet voice assured her. She grabbed her head and shook it vigorously. 'That's not true! How do I know that if I've lived here only a week? I sound like my cousin!' Claire slowly lifted her head back up and starred out the window. 'Am I like them? Am I just another fan girl from school to Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup?' The green puff made a kick at the couch's backside, and sent it hurdling up to the sky. Claire could hear the faint applause of the town. It looked like the girls didn't even notice as they started back home to the comfort of their warm bed. 'All they did was brush the crowd off. They don't care if the people are grateful or not!'
All of an unexpected sudden, something crashed through the roof of Claire's small house. "ACK! We're being bombed!" is what popped out of Claire's dry mouth before she turned to see what happened. None other than the couch monster was lying in the heap of broken lumber and nails from the destruction of her roof top. It lay motionless. Claire lifted her covers out of the way as she slowly climbed down to the cold, wooden floor, and o so very cautiously approached the creature. Its eyes wear gently shut. She picked up a piece of drift wood, and began pocking the armrest of the beast to see if it was alive. There it lay, completely lifeless it seemed. Claire's dad came running and yelled out at what he saw in his daughter's bedroom.
"Holy cripes! Get away from that thing Claire!" He shouted in panic.
"I think it's dead Dad…" He slowly crept around the monster and next to Claire's side.
"No, it's just unconscious." He announced after a long examination.
"How can you tell?"
"Let's just say, I've experienced death enough to memorize what it looks like." Claire looked up sympathetically at her father. She knew he saw his wife's death, but she knew nothing of any others he might have seen. "We should call the mayor's office to see if he can get the Powerpuff Girls to-" when he said the 'Powerpuff Girls', he monster's huge red and yellow eyes shot open instantly.
Alrighty. Thanks for reading. And you all know what I want. ReviewsLotsandlotso'dem… But I doubt I'll get many. Oh, and, I'll post the next chap soon enough, but if the lack of reviews is still there, I don't think you can expect chapter 6 to come any time soon. But I will try to finish this story. Except that might not be for years...