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Buttercup: -_-

Chapter 17: Boys are like windows. They can easily be broken.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Butch yelled in pain. The air suffocated them as it felt like it was pressuring their shoulders. Then, a red figure stood infront of them, with fire in his eyes that coud boil the dark pits of hell.

"I am disappointed in you three." Him said as the boys collapsed from pain and suffering.

"Ugh. This is sooo aggravating! How could they not go through with the plan after all these years and all these chances I've given them? Oh, I can't wait until they wake up. Little sons of bitches. They betrayed me, and they will feel my wrath...but I still need them to defeat the PowerShit Girls...hmmm..." The evil creature said as he paced in a familiar living room that belonged to his household that was located in an unknown location. The walls were pink, but the rug that covered the whole living room was red. Behind him was a blood red couch with pink pillows. And infront of him was a pink glass table and a set of several red striped with pink television sets used to keep an eye on his 'employees' and the world. Most importantly, the PowerPuff Girls. He glared and as the thought of them crossed his mind. Before he realized what he was doing, a pink vase was flung across the room. His eyes widened as he recongized the vase.

It was not a ordinary vase, inside was what was left of his late mother. He may not have been born a human, but he still had family. His father had left when he was born, saying something along the lines of, "I didn't ask for a child and I certainly don't want one." That wasn't what broke his mother though. Oh no. Seeing his father with a normal, preppy human being was what let her emotions go crazy. His father didn't want children with his mother, but with a human girl, he had had several children. 5 boys and 3 girls, from what he last heard, which was about 8 years ago. They had feelings, you know. People may think of his family as cold-hearted, rutheless, disgraceful people...but they still had feeling...even though what people said didn't really affect them in any way. His mother raised him with hatred. She loved him dearly, but taught him to hate anyone who was happy and cared for people and respected...the elderly...He gagged at the word. Yuck, was what his mother would say. He missed her truly, but now, her body is burned into ashes and given to her only son. Which he put in a vase...the one he just threw...the one that just shattered to pieces...the one that just spilled his mother's leftovers.

He mentally punched himself. He could hear his mother's voice now, "Stop fucking crying and be a man! Men don't cry! Men stay strong forever! And if you cry, I'll smack the little red of your ass." He cringed, but snorted. His mother had literally knocked the pink out of her sister one time...she had been forced to live with the humans since underneath their skin lied human colors. 'Poor Aunt *****' He thought. (A/U: in the tv show, Him's name is so evil that they can't even say his name. So why not put that out for the other family members?) He sniffled and entered the bathroom, recieving a piece of toilet paper to dry his now tear-stained face. He huffed. The PowerPuff Girls had just made him do that. The hatred for them always made him do reckless things. And, now they made him technically smash his mother's body on the wall. He threw the soaked tissue out and retrieved another vase that he kept underneath the sink and placed it on the red counter. He picked up his pink broom and red dust pan and he swept up the remainders of his mother and placed them in a fresh pink vase.

"Ow...what the fuck?" Butch grunted. He had one eye opened due to the pain in his head. He grabbed his head and and groaned again. "Is this a hangover or something...?" He asked himself. Everything that happened last night seemed like a dream. Besides, how could Him be back...he left them alone...after they made that plan..."Shit..." He cursed.

"Cursing is such bad language..." A light voice said. He opened both of his eyes and they enlarged.

"W-what are you doing here?" He asked frantically. He didn't expect to see her. He didn't know if he even wanted to see her...after what he did to her last time they spoke to each other...he was a little ashamed of his actions. It made him feel less of a man and he felt regret nipping at his heart.

He couldn't help but stare at her. She wearing black skinnies, light green converses, and a Gir hoodie with the hood covering her hair and her eyes. She looked like a demon in disguise.

"Are you suprised to see me? I thought you would love to see me, what changed...Butch." She spat out his name and smirked. His eyes widened. How could she know his real name? Did someone tell her? Would she hate him now that she knew who he really was? Would she not...love him anymore...? That question saddened him the most. He hoped on dear God, that it wasn't true because if it was...then he would break into mere pieces.

"What's wrong Butch?" She spat his name again. Almost teasingly. "Aren't you happy to see me? Don't you love me? Huh? If you loved me, then why did you lie to me? And to Him? Lying is a sin Butch. Your gonna rot in hell for lying. And for betraying Him-"

"Buttercup!" He finally was able to yell. He stood up and ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her body and held tightly, as if she could disappear at any moment. "I missed you so much! I love you! I'm sorry for everything that I've done to you! Please forgive me! Oh I love you so so much!" He cried, but tears didn't fall. He pressed his lips against hers, but he didn't feel the warmth that she usually radiated. Or the pleasure that she usually gave him. "Buttercup...?" He whispered. He pulled away from her and looked at her face. She wasn't wearing that evil smile anymore. She frowning, hard.

"Oh. Butch. You really screwed up. Do you really think I could love you after what you did to me? Huh? YOU LEFT ME ALONE WHEN I NEEDED YOU MOST! I WAS SUFFERING FROM GRIEF AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE IN THAT COLD ROOM! THERE'S NO LOVE IN THAT HOUSEHOLD ANYMORE AND I THOUGHT I CULD HAVE LOVE FROM YOU! I THOUGHT WHAT WE SHARED WAS LOVE, BUT OBVIOUSLY WHAT YOU WANTED WAS JUST A GOOD FUCK!" She yelled.

"That's not it! Let me explain! I love you Buttercup and if you can't see that-"

"Then what? You'll leave me? Break my little heart? Take away my innocence-even though I didn't really have any to begin with-? Because you already did those things...and you betrayed Him. Do you know that he has been watching you and your brothers for a VERY long time. He's still watching as a matter of fact. Look." She pointed behind him and there was a grey rectagular camera there in a corner. Staring at them. Recording their whole discussion. When he turned back to say a word, she was gone.

He was utterly confused and hurt. He lowered his head and stared at his shoes. That when he noticed he was standing on a black floor. He looked up and noticed that he was surrounded with the darkness. His eyes widened. No, he couldn't be here. He couldn't be surrounded by the darkness. He would be stuck here forever and he knew it. His mind would be, but his body would be able to walk the Earth, a living zombie. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to come out and breathe the air. Smell the flowers. Go to the park. Live life! But what life was there, where the love of his life didn't want anything to do with him? He wouldn't be able to bear seeing her with other guys. Kissing them, holding their hands, staring at each other, holding babies, getting married...ditching him...leaving him in the past...a photograph that was forgotten when a family moved away and never to be touched again was going to be him. He didn't want to be an old forgotten photograph.

He sighed and fell tp the floor. He brought his knees up to his face and wrapped his arms around them. If he was going to be here for the rest of his life, he might as well get used to it. He silently rocked himself back and forth,singing lullabies to himself. Hoping to calm his sensitive side. That side was hurting emotionally and that was ripping his heart into pieces. He would probably feel better if he wailed and rolled around and yelled from the top of his lungs like a baby. So that's why he sang lullabies to himself. Hoping to calm that sad baby boy that might not ever be happy...ever again.

"Ugh." Brick sighed. He had been walking for what felt like ages. He couldn't tell if he was walking in circles or not because everything looked the same. That's when he saw a flash of aurburn hair. He only knew one other person with aurburn hair. "Blossom?" He smiled. He then heard her laughs and giggles.

"Follow me Brick...follow me.." He heard her say, but didn't see her. He didn't pay any heed to the fact that he just called him by his name. He grinned wider and followed her voice.

"Blossom? Blossom, where are you?" He asked, thinking they were playing a game. He laughed and turned a corner, where he saw her with her back turned towards him. "I finally caught you! I win!" He cheered, but when she didn't move, he titled his head. "Blossom? You okay?" He walked towards her.

Once he layed a hand on her shoulder, she turned around. Her eyes were red and pained. She was dressed in her Powerpuff Girl uniform. A uniform he hadn't seen in what felt like a thousand years. She flew up in the air and used her lazer eyes on him. He did a cartwheel out of the way, but only missed it by a few inches. "Blossom, what the hell?" She then, was prepared to kick him in the face, but he grabbed her foot and held it down. "Blossom, what's going on?" He growled. Why was she doing this? This couldn't be part of the game. Why does she look so angry at him?

She then tried to jab in the ribs, but he grabbed her left wrists and stopped it. He had trapped her. "Blossom, why are you doing this?"

"Because I hate you!"

"...why?" He asked, a little hurt.

"Because your a RowdyRuff Boy! PowerPuffs hate RowdyRuffs!" She then, was released from his grasp and hovered backwards. He had a look of pure shock and hurt on his face. He didn't know what to say or even think. She hated him...why? Because he was a RowdyRuff Boy. Emphasis on 'was'. That wasn't him anymore, and he didn't plan on going back to that life. Being with Blossom helped him get on the right track. She helped him get good grades in school, she helped him get a part-time job at the mall, she helped him become a better person. SHE did all those things. So why was the SHE doing things like this? Oh yeah..she hated him...he guessed she always hated him really.

"Did you always-"

"Yes I always loathed you! Why wouldn't I? The thought of ever feeling anything else towards you is quite disturbing and absurd. A princess doesn't feel things for a dragon." She said nonchantly before she flew towards him and tackled him to the ground. She raised her fist. He was too hurt to strike or stop it. So, he let her hit him. He let himself be turned into a bloody pulp while he thought. His body may have hurted from all of the injuries, but he was emotionally scarred.

Suddenly, all of the RowdyRuff Boys were transported to a pink and red living room, where a creature had just finished putting down a vase. The creature smiled evilly and walked towards them. The dark haired RRB was holding his knees. The aurburn one was crouching, holding his stomach while blood ran down his chin. The blonde one just looked terribly confused. "Aw, hello my sons."

They all snapped their heads in Him's direction. Blondie was the only one that glared. "What do you want Him?" He growled.

"Trying to act tough are we Boomer? Nice act, but you still couldn't fool me." His attention was then diverted to the other two. "I hope you two enjoyed your visits with your 'loved ones'." Him smiled. He could tell by the blank look they both had that they 'had fun'. "I'm glad you two obviously did." Him grinned. Something that always made people shiver with fear and hide under rocks. Boomer's eyes widened as he looked towards his brothers. He didn't get any visits. He was just in his house and the next thing he knew, he was in Him's house.

"Loved ones? What does that mean?" He asked them, but they didn't respond. Him heard him, but ignored his question.

Glad that his plan worked, he was going to ask the question that would finally make him the happiness being to ever live. "Now, who wants to go destroy the Powerpuff Girls? You know, Buttercup-" Butch winced,"-Blossom-" Brick choked, "-and Bubbles?"

"What?" Boomer was absolutely astounded at the fact that Him actually thought he and his brothers were going to destroy the ones they loved! Please, his brothers knew better. They already had dealt with this before and certainly didn't want to go back to Him. Especially because of an offer such as that. Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup were way to close for them to do any harm to them. For Boomer, especially Bubbles. He couldn't even think about harming a hair on her beautiful blonde hair, that blew in the wind so graceful-

"We're ready." Brick said firmly and Butch said weakly.

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Wolfie: Well, if no one is going to speak then I would just like to say that this was very interesting...I certainly can't wait 4 da next chapter. I'm glad I know what's gonna happen. hahaha! *bragging*