The three little Powerpuffs stood in a gigantic arena, them and the rest of the tributes would be training here. "And, as I was saying, you have about 5 days to train, use them wisely. No picking fights, you have plenty of time for that in the arena. Go now." The head trainer, Samurai Jack said emotionlessly. "Alright, puny Powerpuffs, I, Mojojojo, will tell you what do do, for you do not know, and so I must tell you so you will indeed know." Buttercup growled, "shut the chat, Mojo, just tell me how to win." Blossom was taken aback by Buttercup. Win? Would she really... Kill her and Bubbles? She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Mojo had finished his speech. "Go off now, and make me proud! For in making me proud..." He rambled on and on, so the three just left him where he was.
Bubbles hurried off, if she wanted a chance, she would have to train on the things she knew less about, like Mojo had said. She was going to run to the fire making area, but Timmy was there. She raced instead to the knot tying training. "How are you doing that?" A young boy about age 11 was observing her. "I mean, no offense but, how are you tying a knot with no fingers?" He was rather short, but he had a few extra inches in top because of his swirled hair and big head. Bubbles was certain she hadn't seen him before. "Uh, I just go like this, and this, and this, and done!" She quickly constructed a very intricate knot. "Who're you?" She asked politely. "Jimmy Neutron." He said. "Jimmy? Oh! Yeah! I'm Bubbles. Did Dimentio take you too?" She asked. "No, not exactly. Because of some problems with one of the tributes, he made another reaping. I volunteered, you could say." Bubbles cringed, someone would want to play these games? "It's not that I want to," Jimmy said, almost reading her thoughts. " I volunteered for... This girl I know." He said. "Oh." Bubbles mumbled. "Hey, Jimmy, wanna go to the herb station with me?" She asked. "Uh, sure." He said, not really paying attention.
Buttercup wanted to be back home, she wanted her powers back, and she wanted to punch that Timmy kid point-blank with one of the training sai. (A three pronged weapon used by samurai. And the red ninja turtle.) but she couldn't. She had to focus on survival training. She rushed to the first station she could see, a fire-making station. Timmy was there so she did the natural Buttercup thing. She went over and tried to stick her amazing, undiscovered talent of fire making in his buck-tooth face. Turns out she was terrible. She cut herself 5 times too. She growled, annoyed. That's when a certain yellow bear walked up. "Hullo." He said. "Not here to talk, fluffy." She muttered. Pooh took a seat next to her, "I don't believe it's him you're angry at and not me?" He asked innocently. "Confusing me, please restate that in English." She grumbled, getting more and more frustrated with the stupid little flint. "You aren't angry at me, you have a problem with Timmy." he said, effortlessly flicking some flint against steel, and setting a small pile of grass on fire. He added small twigs to the fire, and then larger ones, making a small little rectangular box around it. "Hey, how'd you get it to light so easy? Mine always goes out in thirty-seconds." Pooh-bear nodded, pointing at his rectangle design. "You have to treat the fire as you would a precious egg. Once you light the grass, start building a star shape with the small twigs, then start building up. After every little set of larger sticks, place a roof. Then make another one." She was surprised. Maybe having a Pooh on her side could be a good idea. She'd survive a lot longer. "Hey, fluffy. We could make a pretty good team. You can do the surviving stuff, and I'll do the fighting. Deal?" She asked, hoping he would agree. " Sounds swell." He smiled, pleasantly. She smiled back, hoping 'swell' meant 'good'.
Blossom walked towards the training equipment. She studied all this surviving stuff while she was at Girl Scout camp. She grabbed a bow, the weapon Katniss used in the 'Hunger Games' book. She thought it would be simple, pull back the bow, aim shoot. But no, it was harder. She nocked her first arrow, and tried to pull the bow back, but it was hard, she couldn't quite pull it back. She yanked, and yanked until she got it back, and then aimed. She felt like the aim was perfect, and shot. The arrow sailed through the air, and landed itself in a clay pot. Grumbling she threw down the bow and picked up a katana. The silvery-steel thin blade was quite heavy, even being thin. She tried to swing it with accuracy but failed again. She moved on to a simple weapon, a dagger. Blossom gripped the hilt and attacked a dummy, but she was to short, the dagger's reach would never hit a vital organ. She decided to go see how Bubbles was doing. Perhaps she could just monitor Buttercup and Bubbles and then sacrifice herself with Buttercup to help Bubbles win. "Hey Bubbles." She said. Bubbles turned around to look at her, "oh, um, hi Blossom. You know, I think I can cope on my own, I'm teaming with Jimmy." "What?!" Blossom demanded, she was supposed to protect Bubbles, not Jimmy. And Bubbles had the nerve to leave her? She was left with only Buttercup then. How the days would be terrible... She imagined fighting with Buttercup for a whole week.
Bubbles felt happy. She would be teaming with Jimmy. Although she felt bad for abandoning Blossom like that, she didn't want to be protected, she wanted to be a part. Even if that meant risking her life and what she believed in. She could win this thing, both her and Jimmy proved to be good at surviving, they could win. "Come on, B," Jimmy said. He had started calling her 'B' at the herb station. She was okay with it, though. Jimmy lead her to the training station. "Why're we going here, Jimmy? Mojo said not to go to stuff we were familiar with." Bubbles asked. "Because," he said, "You may have been good at fighting, but remember that was when you had your powers. You lost them so you need to be retrained." He said simply. "Oh." She smiled, she would get a slight advantage over her sisters, they wouldn't train in fighting. Well, maybe Buttercup would, but definitely not Blossom. Jimmy scanned the thousands of weapons, finally choosing a short sword. He brought the weapon into Bubbles' view. It was a short single edged blade, only as long as Bubbles' forearm. It was slightly curved outward, so that the blade was on the outside. The hilt was leathery and had a hand guard on it. On closer inspection, there were actually two blades, pressed together as one. "It's a butterfly sword. One must be sneaky and fast to wield this weapon. Ok B, how does it feel?" He asked. Bubbles liked the weapon, it felt right. "I like it." She said. Jimmy picked up the weapon he won with on the 14th. A cross bow, fashioned with poplar wood and a leather grip. He aimed at a round shield and shot the weapon. The arrow sailed through the air, but landed in the middle of the red dot instead of the clay pots. "Wow, Jimmy, have you had practice?" Bubbles asked amazed. "Yeah. I did." He said. "Come on, B. I'm going to grab an iron sword and train with you, ok?" Bubbles grinned one of her special smiles, ones that she only gave to the professor, or, on occasion her sister, Buttercup. Jimmy felt like her friend, he felt like family.
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Buttercup smiled brightly, with some Pooh- help, by the end of the second day she had figured out how to survive in the wild. Now it was the fun part, the fighting training. She stepped up on the training mat, and looked at the weapons. Finally she grabbed Pooh-Bear a wooden Bo-staff, a purely defensive weapon so as to fit Pooh's fighting style. She grabbed a pair of sai. And started to show Pooh the basics. "Ok Pooh, with that Bo-staff, your work is cut out for you. Just block the first strike, and use the side you aren't blocking with to attack. Boom! Hiya! Smash!" Buttercup was blocking and striking with the Bo-staff and making her own sound effects along the way. Pooh watched, trying to absorb the movements Buttercup was performing, but that isn't easy when you're a bear with fluff for brains. Pooh took another Bo-staff and tried to take Buttercup by surprise. But she turned around and blocked it. Buttercup twisted her arms sideways and disarmed Pooh, then tried to swing the weapon towards his head. Pooh quickly dodged by instinct, as fighting comes natural to a bear, and held her Bo-staff at it's hilt, only inches away from Buttercup's hand. Buttercup smirked. She thrust the staff to the ground and put her foot on it, then she pulled back and snapped it, the half Pooh was holding snapped on the cold floor. With pooh momentarily distracted, and her half of the weapon, she stabbed it forward, giving Pooh-Bear a bit of a sore head. She laughed almost innocently, "wow, you're a lot better than I thought you'd be, Fluffy."
Blossom needed a friend. It had become obvious that Buttercup wasn't going to help her. Some sister. But without a survival aid, or fighting hand she was defiantly going to be the first blood. She still couldn't believe that Buttercup would side with one of those forest animals though. She knew that they couldn't possibly be any help. So she was alone. She defiantly wasn't teaming with Timmy, he didn't even look like he felt any guilt! He joked around with the green haired one, acting foolish and lazy. Blossom knew it was a facade, a fake, a joke. He was a guilty, evil, cruel, father-stabbing, cold hearted killer. But he was the only person she could turn to. She nervously walked towards him. "Hey Timmy, Cosmo." She said. "Who're you?" Asked Timmy. "Bl-Blossom." She said quickly. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "Um I was wondering if you could maybe," she fumbled over her thoughts," tell me where the hunting station is!" She yelled. About three others turned, staring at her. "Um Bloss, it's right over there. It's the biggest station here." Buttercup said, spinning sai in hands. Blossom felt extremely embarrassed, and said a quiet "thanks." Before walking over. By time she got there it was barren. They had some bunnies jumping around and playing a weird game of keep-away with each other. Blossom picked a bunny up. Petting it, she said quietly, " I hate it, I hate these games, I hate Timmy Turner, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it." Someone shot a arrow right into the poor bunny she held. "You aren't supposed to play with the rabbits." Said someone. It was Timmy Turner. His bow was a crossbow, and he lowered it to take the rabbit from her. "Thank you, person who's name I forget." He said, while walking away. Blossom was infuriated, "that little arrogant jerk. I'd like to, to, do something really horrible to him!" She whispered.
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To Bubbles, the rest of the 3 days went by quickly. She sat in her apartment she sat, waiting for Mojo to call her for judging. She knew what she was going to do, Jimmy had told her to use the Butterfly sword, take down 3 dummies, then throw them both at a fifth. They had practiced this, and Bubbles could do it almost perfectly. Soon, she heard, "Bubbles, it is of your turn. Do well, because people will be betting on high scores, because of which, you must earn a high score, in which..." He did his trademark action, talking on and on, until one got to bored to listen. She walked down, the Steel glass made her shiver, it was really cold. As she walked down, she heard laughing. Walking in, she seen about 4 men, and Dimentio. "Bubbles Utonium" she said bravely, after she set up everything. The 4 men looked over at her. She gripped the hilt and jumped, stabbing 1 dummy, she twirled around to stab the other, and threw them both at the third. She then spun quickly, pinning 1 of the 2 in a fourth dummy. The Judges were mildly impressed, and wrote her score on a clip board. They walked into the apartment room and switched on the television. Buttercup and Blossom were already there, watching. Bubbles watched the scores:
Bubbles-7
Blossom-3
Buttercup-8
Cosmo-5
Timmy-6
Wanda-4
Eyore-1
Piglet-2
Pooh-5
Rabbit-0
"A zero?" Blossom asked, looking at Rabbit's score. "Well, leader-girl, you're only 3 from one yourself." Buttercup smirked, obviously happy that she had the highest score. "Shut up, Buttercup." She said. She was nervous, that was for sure. By tomorrow she could be dead. And tomorrow the Death Games would begin.