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A/N: Oh, God, this is going to be one long ass chapter . This is going to be the only chapter in a long while. The holidays are coming up this week and I definitely won't be able to type up any more before New Year's. If my portfolio review and last final exam goes well, however, there is a small chance that there will be a Christmas themed one-shot set in the Cinderella Universe, but whether or not it will be up by Christmas is another story.
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P.S.—I hate writing Mojo dialogue. . .
". . ."= normal speak
"CAPS"=angry Him speak
I don't own the Powerpuff Girls. I wish I did . . .
Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?
Chapter 07
"Tell me, what happened earlier today at school, in which I mean why did your brother get so angry as to throw a girl through a wall, which was made of bricks, to create an enormous hole in the side of the school, which is an institution where you receive your education." The green monkey wearing a purple suit paused in his sentence to give a sharp cough. He then waited for his sons to report.
"Butch stormed into the cafeteria at lunchtime covered in flour, pissed beyond all hell. That one chick sprinted out and Butch followed," Brick started his report.
"I'm actually surprised she made it outside," Boomer commented before Brick took the lead.
"Then, we saw a streak of green light—"
"Two streaks of light," Boomer cut in.
"Yeah, two streaks of light out the window and then the whole school shook when the wall got demolished. It looked like when Butch finally caught up to her, he grabbed her and flung her around. She was wearing a lot of green, so that accounted for the colored streak."
"What we still haven't figured out is why the girl's sisters took her to the health room instead of calling an ambulance," Boomer concluded.
"Where is your brother now? And did you find out the identity on the girl, who had decided to anger our 'well-tempered' boy?" Mojo asked, injecting slight sarcasm when explaining his middle son.
"That skater punk went off on his own for a while. And the girl's name is Buttercup Freyets," Brick replied. The monkey stiffened up.
"And you said this girl has sisters?" he asked. Boomer nodded.
"Blossom and Bubbles Freyets. They're a set of triplets, like us, and they're seventeen, set to turn eighteen in four months," the blonde reported.
"Has it really been that long?" Mojo muttered to himself. He then addressed the boys. "Good work. Now your next task is to find your brother and drag him back here, with any and all 'kicking and screaming' if that may be. Tell him I have a special treat for you three when you get back. And then I will explain some things to you when you get back," the monkey said. "And remember, 'kicking and screaming' if need be!" Brick and Boomer nodded once before taking off into the air.
As soon as they disappeared, Mojo Jojo collapsed in his chair as another bout of coughing caught him off-guard, wheezing as he tried to regain his breath. He wiped his bloody hand on a rag he kept hidden from the boys. God only knew how much time he had left.
Butch sat next to the rocks on the riverbank, just staring off into the horizon as the last bit of light was driven out. The sun had set a long while ago, and even the birds had gone to roost. Butch's mind, however, couldn't rest like everything else was. It kept replaying the scene from earlier today, over and over again, trying to find somewhere in the fight where he could have stopped himself.
The guilt was eating him alive.
Buttercup hadn't deserved that. Sure, she had blown up their soufflé mix before the wet ingredients were even added, and then left him to clean up the mess, but for the last six months school's been in session, he's been watching her, as what his mission was supposed to do. He found that he liked her. A lot. She was the captain of the women's soccer team and the woman's basketball team, as well as one of the blockers for the women's rugby team. She has a talent for cooking but doesn't really enjoy it that much. If you get her within a foot and a half to a needle and thread, their Home Ec teacher quickly found out, you will find things sewn together that should never have to be sewn. She loved to play pranks, but sometimes gets too carried away with them. She's best friends with out of state hero, Danny Phantom and his posse. In fact, Buttercup was the first one to welcome the three into Fullviewville Academy when they arrived for the sister school exchange program. Her and Sam Manson have been particularly inseparable since they've met.
She had a stubborn streak longer than his own, and a fiery temper to match his.
She would have been nice to date, the boy thought as true darkness descended upon the river bank.
It barely registered with him when his brothers landed behind him by the park's picnic table.
"Butch—" Brick started to say.
"I'm not going back. Not yet, at least," the blackette interrupted, never moving his vision from the sky. His brothers stayed silent for a few minutes, but then the redhead decided to impart upon his brother their news.
"Mojo wants us back home soon. He says he has information for us, and a surprise afterwards," Brick stated. Butch looked behind him at his brothers.
"Come on, dude. We can do this the easy way or we can drag you by your cornrowed hair, kicking and screaming, if need be." Boomer smirked as Butch growled, the blackette's hands coming up to cover his head. He got to his feet and faced his brothers.
"You ain't touchin' my hair!" He jumped up into the air in flight. His brothers followed suit.
"Then let's go," Brick commanded. Butch spat into the river and flew off, not even waiting for the other Rowdys. Butch flew alone until Brick and Boomer caught up with him minutes later.
"We're here for you, man. If you need to scream at something, or wrestle," Boomer started.
"Yeah, man. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed. I mean, they never left the health room to go to the hospital, like those other kids did," Brick continued. Butch looked back at his brothers.
"People went to the hospital?" He started to fly faster. Boomer's eyes widened as Brick cursed. Butch wasn't headed for home in his rage.
He was headed for the school.
They followed him, slowly catching up as they neared Fullviewville Academy. Boomer put on one last burst of speed and tackled Butch out of the air. They fell the few hundred feet to land on the asphalt below and started wrestling. Boomer eventually put his darker haired brother in a headlock and turned him to face their leader. Brick narrowed his eyes as his younger brother struggled in his youngest brother's grasp.
"Butch, knock it off!" the redhead barked as he landed next to the duo. Butch stilled long enough to acknowledge his older brother. "We need to go. Mojo expects us to be back shortly, and for all we know, the surprise and information could be about the sisters." Butch went limp in Boomer's grasp, and the blonde loosened his grip.
"Let's go," came the blackette's reply. The blonde looked to his redheaded brother. Upon his nod, Boomer let Butch go completely and stood up, putting out a hand to help him up. Butch took it and let himself be hoisted onto his feet. "Thanks, guys," he muttered and he then slowly took to the air, not noticing the blue streak that came from the school to fly in the opposite direction. Seconds later, Brick and Boomer took to the air, oblivious of the green streak that followed the first. The boys were long gone by the time the pink streak left. The shadows by the entrance of the school seemed to stir as the figure, whom had waited there for hours, finally moved.
"We're back!" Brick exclaimed, slamming the door behind him as he and Boomer shepherded Butch into the room they last left Mojo in. They were greeted by a wall of TVs, all showing different scenes of Fullviewville. There was no sign of Mojo.
"Typical. He tells us to hurry home and he's not even here! Surprise, my ass," Butch spat.
"Oh, it's not like your father didn't want to be here. He's just RESTING RIGHT NOW!" The high pitched, airy voice turned low and gravelly at the end of its statement.
"Him!" Brick exclaimed as the black haired demon stepped out of the shadows.
"However, Mojo has agreed to let me give you your surprise," the he-devil continued with a smile.
"Is it new weapons?"
"Do we get new powers?" came Brick and Boomer's hasty replies. Butch stood sourly off to the side.
"No, no, boys, it's none of that. The REAL SURPRISE is actually a night off! Mojo and I have something special planned for you three." Brick and Boomer exchanged looks. "There is a new club opening tonight in the Underground called Siren. We leave in half an hour boys, so dress to go clubbing, please," He continued. In bursts of light, Brick and Boomer were gone, leaving their green-clad brother alone with Him. The red devil took one look at the slouching boy and grimaced. "BUTCH, GO GET CHANGED! STOP MOPING AROUND! We'll TALK about your earlier behavior later." Green eyes classed with black.
"Do you know what information Mojo had for us that was so important for my brothers to find me?" Butch asked. Him's smile froze on His face.
"You will find out at the club," the devil replied. Butch rolled his eyes and then took off in the streak of green light.
Blossom and Buttercup stared after their sister as platinum blonde curls disappeared behind the door, the scent of freshwater lilies clinging to the air in her wake.
"Time to get ready!" Blossom chirped at her remaining sister.
"For what?" Buttercup asked.
"Papa says we can go to Siren tonight," the redhead responded. Buttercup pumped her fist into the air as she cheered.
"What time?"
"Nine o'clock." The two simultaneously looked at the clock that rested next to the door.
"Good, we have enough time." Buttercup turned to Blossom. "Let's get you a boyfriend tonight, shall we?" she asked as she flew over to the vanity to grab a tube of lipstick.
"Wait, what?" the redhead questioned. Brick's face appeared in her mind for a split second.
"We're not leaving the club tonight until you have a boyfriend. Or at least a Fuck Buddy."
"Buttercup!" Blossom was sure she was blushing hard enough that her face matched her hair.
"That's my name!" the blackette chirped as she grabbed the hairbrush in her other hand. She tackled the ruby haired girl to the ground and dropped the tube of lipstick in favor of running the brush through the older girl's hair. Ignoring Blossom's heated protests, Buttercup separated her hair into three sections and started to French braid the red hair. "Stay still!" Buttercup exclaimed, sitting on her sister's butt as she pulled on the braid.
"Buttercup, that hurts!" Blossom snapped as she shook her head from side to side. She succeeded in wrenching her hair from her sister's grasp, whipping Buttercup in the face with the braid. The braid itself became loose as Blossom kept shaking her head. Buttercup clapped her hands in front of her, trying to capture the hair once more.
The door burst open with a resounding bang, halting the girls' mini-battle as they looked to the newcomer. A frown graced Blossom's face while a scowl occupied Buttercup's.
"Can't you two hellions SHUT UP? Some of us are trying to get ready and need PEACE AND QUIET!" the pale woman snarled at the two girls. She wore a red catsuit and had black hair that seemed alive and like snakes. She turned her nose up at Blossom and Buttercup and continued. "You two better not get in my way, tonight, or else!"
"Shut up, you slut. You're only good for one thing and that's not talking," Buttercup spat as she got up off of Blossom to advance toward the new woman, menacingly brandishing the hairbrush like a weapon. Blossom quickly got to her feet and grabbed Buttercup's arm to stop her. The other woman noticed the loose braid Blossom's hair was in.
"Oh, Sweetie," she started with a fake, syrupy tone, "you shouldn't braid your hair! You look terrible!" she sneered. Cackling, she didn't notice Blossom's glare.
"Sedusa, do you know what happens to Papa's escorts after he gets bored with them?" the redhead asked in a sugary tone. Before letting the snake-haired woman respond, she continued. "Down. Don't worry, it's not the down you're thinking of. You'll be passed around to the other guys working at the clubs and then you'll end up at the bottom. You'll have to work to be able to do anything. Just like all the others, you'll start as a waitress, with no wage except for food and board, and they only money you get will be tips, and it won't be much. The majority of tips, at any club, will go to the dancers and strippers. If, at any time, one of the managers find that you're good enough, you'll get promoted to stripper, but as the lowest in the bunch. You will be everyone's bitch," Blossom seethed through clenched teeth, stalking towards Sedusa as she exuded an angry aura, one so tangible, her pink powers enveloped her body, bleeding into red as her hair started to whip around her, completely free from its braid. "So just wait until Papa finds someone new to play around with. Because when that day arrives, I'll enjoy kicking you onto the curb, you got that?" the redhead threatened. Sedusa lost all of her bravado. Shrinking back, the scantily clad female nodded and then scurried back to her room. Blossom made to go after her but a hand with green and black manicured nails landed on her shoulder.
Blossom turned her head. "What?" she practically snarled.
"What the hell?" Buttercup exuded the level headedness she knew Blossom needed right now. Her red headed sister turned to fully face the blackette.
"What? I don't like her," Blossom defended, starting to visibly calm down as her powers turned pink once more and then disappeared altogether.
"Come on. We don't have much time left." Grabbing her sister's hand gently, as if afraid to set the redhead off, she sat Blossom in front of the vanity and put her hands on the redhead's shoulders. "So, what do you want to do with your hair?" Blossom looked at herself in the mirror and sneered.
"Frenchbraid. I want to make that slut squirm!"
Buttercup took one look at Blossom and thanked whoever she could that the redhead before her was her sister and best friend. She started to separate the red hair again and as she braided, both were silent.
"I want a mother," Blossom suddenly spoke. Buttercup looked up, alarmed. "I want to find Papa a wife, so he'll stop playing around with all of these sluts and whores who only want him for his money.
"Will we be able to find him one?" the blackette asked quietly. Blossom nodded her head.
"Yes, we will. We can start tonight," the redhead replied. She smiled sardonically and watched as Buttercup tied off the braid with a hair tie. She turned in her seat. "Now, it's time for your turn." Buttercup shook her head.
"My hair is fine the way it is, thank you very much." Her only warning was Blossom's smirk and she was tackled to the ground.
"Stop pushing!" Boomer scolded her eldest brother as Brick kept punching and pushing him in excitement.
"Dude! This is our first night off since, like, forever!" the redhead exclaimed as he pushed the blonde forward. When Boomer merely walked faster, the redhead scoffed and turned to his third brother. "What do you say, man? How about we score some chicks tonight and kick back and relax!" Butch merely shrugged.
"Eh, I'm not in the mood," the blackette mumbled.
"That's what she said," the redhead responded without missing a beat. Boomer ignored him while Butch's shoulders slumped. "You're being such a girl, tonight, bro!" Butch gave no indication that he heard him. "What the Hell, guys?" Brick opened his mouth to say more but paused when he collided with Boomer's back. "Dude, why'd you stop?" The blonde pointed to the line that stretched from the roped off entrance of Siren to the grocery store four and a half blocks down the street. As the two stood there, gawking as the line continued to grow by the second, they almost missed it when Butch walked straight past them.
"Hold on!"
"What the Hell?" came their outbursts as the blonde and redhead grabbed their dark haired brother and pulled him out of the street seconds before a large truck rolled past.
"Dude, what is wrong with you tonight?" Brick exclaimed, punching Butch in the shoulder.
"I'm fine. Just leave me alone," the green-clad boy stated. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes on the pavement. Brick opened his mouth to pester Butch more when a red claw descended upon his shoulder.
"Boys, enough dawdling," Him trilled as he turned to the club. "Let's GO!"
"But the line—" Boomer started to say but faltered as Him led them to the front of the line. Upon seeing the essence of all evil, the bouncer standing at the door let them in, no questions asked. The people at the front of the line started complaining until Him turned around to face them and then give them an evil smile.
"I'll be seeing all of you soon," the devil stated to the line, and he then walked in, the Rowdy's following. Brick and Boomer looked around in amazement as the blue light from the club's neon sign washed over them. "Come on, boys. There is someone I want you to meet," the devil continued, Butch numbly walking next to Him. The red devil looked at the black haired boy and narrowed His eyes. "And snap your brother out of it. He needs to get laid tonight." Ignoring Brick and Boomer's shocked exchanged looks, He strutted through the lobby. His claw pushed open the door to the main area of the club. The beat pulsed over them, and as soon as he say the stage with the floor-to-ceiling poles, Brick knew what kind of club Siren was. A stripper walked past the group of males, barely sparing any of them a glance. Brick turned so he was walking backwards and cat-called after the woman.
"Hey, how about giving me a lap dance later?" he jeered. Laughing, he turned back and they had arrived at their table in the VIP section.
They had barely settled themselves in before a familiar voice greeted them .
"Hello boys."
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