PR 5:
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'Seriously? Somebody out there must reeeeeally hate me. Their just pushing to see how long it takes before I crack! It's HIM isn't it? It must be HIM, no one else enjoys others suffering so much.'
Crimson orbs bore holes into the back of the redhead seated at the computer. Hands twitching as red tendrils of energy crackled around clenched fists.
To say he was irritated and uncomfortable was putting it mildly. It took nearly every ounce of his will, not to simply attack. If it weren't for his brothers, if it weren't for that stupid promise he made, Brick would be trying to wring Blossom's scrawny little neck like he had earlier. Why in the seven Hells did he even make that stupid promise in the first place?
'Cause you didn't want your brothers to be stuck with HIM for the rest of eternity.'
Oh yah…that's why. That's also why he was now in this minuscule backwater town! In this stupid little 'Doctors office' with the one person that could send him over the edge of sanity just by existing!
One mistake, one wrong word, one little slip up and he'd let loose and crush that arrogant, stoic little bitch! How badly he wanted to hit her, especially after everything that had happened today, but unless she did something wrong he could do nothing about it. He may be a villain, but villain or not, promises were something Ruffs always keep.
So he waited. She had yet to even acknowledge his presence, just typing away at that computer. Now that he thought about it, this was the first time he had been this close to her without one of them trying to pound the others head in. The few hours previous didn't count seeing as he HAD pinned her to a wall. It was weird…
"Alright, just like your brothers you've already had your physical, so other than a few vaccinations, this'll just be a routine check up." Spinning the chair around, Blossom stood up and handed him a small basket. "Please empty your pockets and stand on the scale."
Snatching the basket from her hand, Brick grudgingly complied, glaring the whole time. A thought crossed his mind then. He wasn't supposed to fight, technically speaking, that meant just about anything short of actually hitting her was fair game. 'Hehe. This day may just be looking up a little.'
The Ruff then set about making things as difficult as he possibly could for the Puff. Sure it was childish, sure it was petty, but so what? He didn't like her and he sure couldn't get rid of her like he usually would so why not?
The only problem with this little plan was that he really couldn't tell if it was working or not. So far he had 'accidentally' knocked the scale off balance, kept slouching when she took his height, tensed his muscles when she tried to check his pulse and many other things just to affect the data. Unfortunately her face stayed blank no matter what he did. It wasn't exactly entertaining when you don't get a reaction.
"I'll be right back." turning away, she walked out of the room, closing the door a little harder than necessary.
Maybe he was getting a reaction. A subtle reaction, but it was a start. Smirking evilly, Brick waited impatiently for her to return. About a minute later he decided to snoop around some since he felt she was taking too long.
Giving the room a once over he decided the only interesting thing was the computer, and maybe those degrees. Which honestly seemed fake to him, after all how could she possibly have gotten them when she was still in high school?
After a moment or two Brick decided he had better not mess with the computer. There was a pass code on it and though he could crack it if he really tried, being that he was already frustrated he would probably end up breaking it first.
Settling on the counter, he grabbed one of the frames off the wall. Flipping it over he plucked the backing off and pulled the paper out.
Scanning over the sheet Brick's eyes widened. 'Holy crap, it's real.' But how could it be real? She was just in the high school so that made her a student… right? She couldn't possibly have gone to college if she was still in high school. And if the date on this thing was accurate she would have graduated a couple of years ago. 'It isn't possible.'
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't take those out."
Brick nearly threw the frame into the air, paper and all. He hadn't noticed her come back in.
'The fuck is with these people! This is what? The third time today?'
"I'm not a high school student." Walking over to the counter, Blossom placed a small tray down. Before he knew it, she was taking the frame from his hands and sliding the paper in place. "I only go to keep an eye on my sisters."
Shaking off the last of his surprise, Brick put a scowl back on. Which honestly wasn't all that hard seeing as he was simply itching to punch her. He must have still looked somewhat confused though because she continued.
"Thanks to the Professor I graduated before I even turned ten." Putting the frame back in place, Blossom picked the small tray up again. "The teachers at the school know me though, so they don't mind if I show up as long as I don't bother anyone."
Making her way back to the examination table, she waved slightly indicating he should follow. Plopping onto the table he scowled, irritated that he had to listen to her. He didn't ask for an explanation or some stupid history of what shes done since they last met. So what if he was actually listening, it wasn't because he was interested he just liked knowing things. That and she was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to since it was so freaking empty.
He must have been paying a little more attention than he thought though, because he nearly panicked when he noticed the needle in her hand.
"No way. You ain't putting that in my arm." he snarled, gripping her wrist roughly. This psycho chick was trying to poison him wasn't she?
"It's just a vaccine. It's not going to hurt you." Blossom drawled out as if she were explaining to a child. It ticked him off. "Your brothers already took it and they are perfectly fine."
He didn't trust her one bit. Sure Boomer had seemed ok after he came back but that didn't mean something couldn't happen later. There was no way he was about to let her stick him with some needle full of who knows what.
"I figured you'd be suspicious." sighing heavily she used her free hand to fish a neatly folded paper from somewhere in her coat. "Here's a breakdown of the vaccines."
Narrowing his eyes, Brick glared at Blossom a moment longer before snatching the paper away. Without releasing her wrist he hastily read over the contents of the three vaccinations she had on the tray.
Still a bit weary he grudgingly released her as he could find nothing out of the ordinary. Placing the needle back on the tray she rolled up his shirt sleeves for him. Cleaning the spots, she administered both shots. She paused then looking almost irritated as she eyed the last vaccine.
"Oh Hell no." Brick was no idiot. If she had to put the other two in different arms then he knew exactly where the last one was going. He grabbed both her wrist as she reached for the last needle, lifting them over her head away from the tray. "Not gonna happen Pink."
Magenta locked with crimson as they stared each other down. In a split second the emotionless look in her eyes vanished, replaced by a dark glare. The sudden mood swing nearly caused him to flinch but he held his ground, ignoring the urge to shudder.
It was somehow fascinating. He had been trying his best to ignore her existence for the better part of the day. The rest of the time, when he had no choice but to endure her presence, he spent silently goading her into a fight.
Much to his chagrin non of his attempts, ranging from simple glares to tripping her in the hallway, had worked. The glares did absolutely nothing and she seemed to have a better sense of awareness than he expected. Calmly side stepping him and once even springing over his outstretched foot as easily as if there were no obstruction.
All of this and still she wore that calm, collected air about her. Like he was no more than an insignificant fly, not even worth the time of day to swat. Now here they were, she had finally cracked.
"Look, neither of us are exactly thrilled to be here." Blossom hissed. "So why don't you do us both a favor and stop acting like a spoiled brat. The sooner you take the shot the sooner we can both go home."
"Watch it Puff!" Brick snarled, tightening his grip. "Just because I haven't hit you yet docent mean I wont."
If only that were true. But maybe he could get her to make the first move. There really must have been something else in those needles because at that moment Brick swore he saw her eyes change taking all previous thoughts with it. The almond shape melted into an almost snake like slant. The rounded pupils narrowing into diamond shaped slits giving her a animalistic look.
They seemed to draw him in. Urging him closer with that odd swirl of color. Pink… red… some off-orange… a slight neon tinge and… black. Her eyes were darkening, swirling like whirlpools of color around the pin prick that remained of her pupils.
It was like being swallowed whole. The longer he looked, the harder it was to turn away. Brick wasn't even sure if he was blinking anymore. His thought process became so sluggish that he didn't even register the feel of something brushing against his leg until it jabbed him sharply.
The cold feel of metal piercing through his flesh finally broke through the cloudy haze. Bricks eyes flew down, ending their glaring contest. Lying innocently beside his thigh was the third needle, completely empty.
"Now was that so difficult?" his gaze flicked back up to her eyes. All signs of hostility gone, back was the calm, impassive look.
It made his blood boil.
"How-"
"Now that were done, I'd very much appreciate it if you would let go." she cut him off. "Your free to leave."
She was seriously pushing her limits wasn't she. Brick felt the overpowering urge to strike. He so badly wanted to yell, to crush her wrists in his hands. Anything to wipe that look off her face. Just being next to her had him seeing red.
Knock knock
The door swung open slightly, snapping him from his angry rants. Releasing her wrists, Brick got up and grabbed the door, jerking it open. Outside stood a surprised Mojo, blinking owlishly at him. Growling in frustration, Brick stormed past Mojo back to the lobby.
"Well that turned out better than expected." Mojo stated, sounding pleased as Brick rounded the corner.
Just before he was out of hearing range Brick heard Blossom reply. "Well, being that were both still breathing I'd say its an accomplishment. Now about those physicals…"
He couldn't hear the rest of the conversation after that. Not that he cared anyway. Stalking back into the lobby, he dropped into the seat ignoring his brothers worried looks. They were probably thinking he had killed her, honestly he wouldn't have minded. Heck he would have enjoyed it if he could. Unfortunately that would mean breaking that stupid 'no fighting without a cause' promise. 'Ugh! Stupid people!'
The only reason he had agreed in the first place was so that they wouldn't be stuck with HIM as a father. An agreement he was sorely beginning to regret. Being stuck with that transvestite, psychotic, lobster wasn't sounding so bad anymore.
Then again that would make his life harder. HIM was never very nice to Boomer, always pestering the blond about how soft he was and targeting him on occasion. HIM was a really bad influence on Butch as well. The demon would always encourage the green Ruff to do stupid, dangerous things and praise him whenever he didn't get caught by the cops.
All in all, HIM acted more like a problematic teenager than a father. If the Ruffs stayed with HIM they probably would have been killed by now.
Mojo and Blossom walked into the lobby, interrupting his thought process. That seemed to be happening a lot today. Fuming silently, Brick glared at the two. How could Mojo be so calm standing next to HER of all people? He had even more of a reason to be mad than Brick, yet there he stood, completely at ease next to his arch nemesis of countless years.
"Alright boys, we've agreed to have your exams done on Wednesday." grabbing up the small pouch he had been carrying Mojo motioned them to follow. "I'll explain the rest on the way home. Good bye Powerpuff."
Mojo smiled kindly to Blossom before making his way to the door. The Ruffs followed him out, Boomer fidgeting nervously as he passed Blossom. Butch winked at her while Brick opted to ignore her completely.
It didn't even occur to him that he had forgotten to interrogate her about the fur or even that conversation with the principal.
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"Dude… there's a cow outside my window…"
"Were next to a farm. What did you expect to find? A rhinoceros?"
"No, but that'd be so cool!"
Brick face palmed himself with a resounding smack. Dragging his hand down he peeked between his fingers at Butch who was opening the door.
"Butch. Get back in the car before Mojo comes." Boomer grumbled after his brother. "We won't hesitate to leave you here."
"Like I don't know where the house is!" Butch called over his shoulder. Placing a hand on the tall picket fence he hopped over, landing in the grass with a soft thump. "Besides, Mojo's been in there for years. Who knows when he'll get back."
They couldn't really blame their brother. After leaving the little 'doctors clinic' Mojo drove out to some house about a mile away from the town. The monkey told them to wait in the car and that he would be back in a few minutes.
Well a few minutes had long since become what felt like hours. For the most part Brick was content with wallowing in his anger. Boomer had a bunch of gadgets stashed into his bag and pockets to tinker with. Butch on the other hand was bored out of his mind.
Moooo!
"Butch!" Finally putting the device away, Boomer got out of the car. "I hope your not hurting that poor cow!"
"I didn't even touch it yet!" Butch snapped, walking closer to the large black and white bovine. Something moving around by it's legs caught his attention. "Hey, it's got a little one!"
Stopping a few feet away, Butch crouched down in the long grass. The cow didn't seem to care, just flicking it's ear and looking at him for a moment. Bowing her head she chomped down on some grass, yanking it out she chewed slowly, watching the raven haired boy with droopy eyes.
Butch just starred back. She blinked. He blinked. Pausing her slow chewing the cow mooed at him and Butch mooed right back. The cow seemed to consider him for a moment, munching her grass a few more times she swallowed before lumbering up to him.
Butch remained still, watching the way her head bobbed and body swayed. She stopped directly in front of him head tilting towards his face. It wasn't until her freakishly long tongue stretched past her lips that he freaked out.
"Aaaah!" Butch threw himself back, sprawling on the ground to avoid the slimy pink-purple appendage.
"Hahahaha! Dude! You should see your face right now!"
Boomer stood just behind and to the left of his brother crouched over laughing. Under his arm was a large bundle of bright green grass that the cow continued to reach for.
"I thought you liked girls that can work their tongues." Boomer grinned cheekily. Grabbing a handful of grass he offered it to the cow, not minding the sticky saliva her tongue left behind.
"Fuck you man!" Pushing himself back up Butch leaned against his knees. "I like my girls human! Besides, that things nasty!"
Boomer just laughed more. Petting the animals dark coat her peeked around her side at the tiny calf stumbling behind her.
"Aww." When the baby got close enough Boomer bent over, handing it some grass.
It stumbled to a stop starring up at him through its long lashes with wide brown eyes. It was mostly black with a bright splotch of white on it's head and nose. Too large ears bounced beside it's relatively small head.
Eventually it crept closer, sniffing at the green stuff. It made a loud snort and shook it's head in refusal.
"Don't think she likes ya Boom." Butch snickered as the little calf stepped past the blondes hand. "Guess it's just females in general that don't like- oof!" The little calf rammed it's head into Butch's face.
Boomer laughed even louder as the little creature knocked his brother over. It didn't stop there though, it kept running, trampling Butch with it's tiny hooves.
"I think you offended it bro." Boomer fed the mother the last of the grass. With that done he leaned against her side to watch what would happen next. "By the way, it's a boy not a girl."
"Damn little!" Butch didn't seem to be listening as he got up to chase the calf. "Run over me will ya." Snatching it up by it's midsection he carried it back over to Boomer and the cow.
"Careful." Boomer warned, watching the way the mother began bobbing and swaying her head.
"Relax would ya." Butch grumbled back. Placing the calf on it's feet he pushed it a little. "I'm not gonna hurt the stupid thing."
The little calf bucked, kicking at Butch as it ran away. Boomer could honestly say he didn't expect what happened next. The little bugger took off a short distance only to spin around and come charging back. When it did, like the brain dead idiot he was, Butch leaned over and let it head-butt him.
Needless to say the baby bull was the one to stumble this time. It's little legs continuing forward as the rest of him flopped back to sprawl on the ground. His head bounced like a bobble head while he stumbled to his little feet.
"Haha! Revenge." Butch grinned folding his arms across his chest. "That'll teach ya."
MOOOO!
A thousand plus pounds of angry momma went crashing into the green Ruffs side this time. Catching him off guard the cow hooked her horns into Butch's jeans and tossed him a good ten or fifteen feet off the ground.
"Gaah!" Landing with a solid thud, Butch lay on the ground. His muffled groaning barely audible.
"Hahahaha!"
Well there's a sound they didn't hear very often…
Spitting out grass and dirt, Butch hardly even remembered to be irritated when he picked himself up. Both blue and green Ruffs starred at the oldest male who perched himself on the fence unabashedly laughing.
"Watch it, she's comin' back!" Brick snorted, failing miserably at trying to stop his laughter.
"Aaahh!" Boomer yelped, jumping out of the way as the mad cow ran past trampling his brother.
"Dahsh ish!" Butch shouted, voice muffled by the ground. Springing to his feet he glared at the cow. "Wanna play hard ball do ya!"
Planting his feet firmly the toughest Ruff waited for the cow to charge again. Grabbing her by the horns he skidded back a inch or two before twisting her head to the side and knocking her over.
"Ha! Whose bad!" he crowed.
"Not you." Brick chuckled as the baby bull ran into the back of his brothers knees.
"He's not gonna give up is he?" Boomer questioned hoisting himself onto the fence beside Brick.
"Nope."
The two watched as their brother picked himself back up. It was quite entertaining to see him getting outsmarted by a couple of bovines. If it wasn't the mom knocking him over it was the calf trampling him.
"It's so sad." Brick stated.
"You gotta admit it's funny though."
"Yep."
"How long ya think their gonna keep running him over?"
"Until one of em gets tired." Brick shrugged uncaring. "Or till Mojo finally comes out."
"Were gonna be here for a while aren't we?"
"Yep."
•••***•••
"Damn stupid cows!" Butch muttered under his breath for the umpteenth time since they had left the farm.
He was now sporting a slightly purpling eye and torn clothes.
"Technically only the mother was a cow." Boomer interjected. "The calf was a bull."
"I don't care if it was fucking Queen Latifah!" Butch shoved the car door open before they even stopped. Stomping up to the house he slammed the door behind him muttering about killing cows and eating extra beef and veal the next time he went out.
Boomer watched as the house door slammed shut. A moment later, just as Mojo parked the car, it flew back open. Butch came stomping back out onto the porch.
"There's some freaky blue bird in the house." Stoping at the top step he pointed back through the door.
"I see you have met Einstein." Mojo grinned, jumping out of the car. A bright blue peacock strut regally through the doorway. "No matter how many times I put him outside he always seems to find a way back into the house."
Stopping in the middle of the porch Einstein jerked his head into the air and let out a caw. Mojo made a clicking sound and the large fowl ran over. It was a little funny seeing as the bird was half the monkeys size.
"He has a surprisingly vast intellect for an avian with a brain the size of a pin head." Mojo held his car keys out to Einstein jingling them a bit. Plucking them from his fingers the bird ran back into the house. "He makes for a very good alarm clock and sometimes even a guard bird."
"Guard BIRD?" Brick gave Mojo a questioning look.
"See for yourself." Mojo ushered the boys into the house.
Both Brick and Butch took the invitation waltzing into the house. It was for this reason that Boomer was the only one to notice the way Mojo paused just outside the door. Glancing up at his son Mojo lifted a furry finger to his lips shushing Boomer as he closed the door.
'What is he doing?'
"What the-!"
"AAAHHH! PSYCO BIRD!"
The boys shouts could easily be heard through the walls along with some crashes and screeching. Boomer's eyes widened as the scuffling sounds became more intense.
"MOVE IT!" The door crashed open Brick's large frame flying out before slamming shut again. "THAT AIN'T NO FUCKING NORMAL BIRD MAN!"
The redhead flattened himself against the door holding it closed. His clothes were disheveled, hair tangled, hat missing, there were even a few scratches across his cheek.
"LET ME OUT!" Butch screeched, pounding on the door until the frame rattled. The door thumped popping open an inch before Brick's weight smashed it back shut. "OPEN THE DOOR BRO!"
"HELL NAW, PSYCHO BIRDS STAYING WITH YOU!"
"BASTARD! YOU CALL YOURSELF MY BROTHER!" Butch shouted, the door continued to rattle causing Brick to stumble forward a couple of times. Einstein crowed in the background. "FEARLESS LEADER MY ASS!"
"You know I don't like animals." Brick called back.
"CHICKEN!"
"It's called being cautious." Brick stated, he began straightening his shirt before running his hand through his hair.
Boomer and Mojo could see the gears in his head turning as he processed the way no fabric presented itself. A second later Brick's eyes doubled in size as he spun around to face the door.
"MY HAT!" Wrenching the door open he charged back into the house just as Butch's green and black form dove out.
Landing on his belly Butch rolled over and kicked the door shut shuffling back. His eyes were dilated as he starred at the closed door panting. The door popped back open, Brick zipping out, prized cap held high above his head.
"You've-you've been experimenting on that thing ha-haven't you!" Butch pointed an accusing finger at the chuckling Mojo.
"Whatever has given you that impression?" Mojo blinked innocently.
Butch began twitching.
"I have done nothing of the sort that you are implying." Mojo ran through the still open door. "I have been feeding him bananas and nothing more."
"I don't think that's healthy." Boomer glanced worriedly through the open door seeing all the feathers, hair, and scraps of clothes littering the carpet.
"That is not all he eats." Mojo replied, calmly petting Einstein along his green-blue back, the picture of innocence. "I just meant that I feed him bananas. He enjoys them almost as much as I do."
"Is it safe to come in now?" Boomer asked as his brothers glared viciously at the innocent looking peacock. "He's not gonna attack is he?"
"Of course." Mojo waved nonchalant, walking deeper into the house. "He simply did recognize you seeing as none of you have been here previously."
Shrugging the blue Ruff walked into the house petting Einstein as he walked by. Brick grudgingly followed a moment later, suspiciously eyeing the bird. Einstein blinked tilting his head to the side and pecked at his shoe. Butch cautiously got off the floor, creeping past. Einstein crowed, Butch yelped and dashed past.
"Animals really don't like you guys huh?" Boomer grinned smugly earning himself a punch on the shoulder courtesy of Butch.
"I call this room!" Brick's voice echoed from somewhere upstairs.
"Hey! No fair!"
"You got a head start! I call redoes!"
The rest of the night went by more or less uneventful, just the way Brick liked it. Unless you count Mojo's banana themed cooking or Butch picking a fight with Einstein as eventful.
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What can I say? I like animals, besides I got inspired. Haha, I was digging through some old photo albums and I found this picture of an old pet of mine.
He, at least I think it was a he, was one of those blue Easter dyed chickens. I got him when I was nine an it was one of my favorite pets. I named him 'Cheep cheep' (lame name I know >_>). He did some off the wall shit sometimes. It was so cute, when I first got him he would follow me around every where and always made this little "peepeepeepeep" sound when he slept.
What was really funny was that he just didn't like guys one bit. Every time my dad walked by Cheep cheep would run over and peck at his toes, he even stole a cigarette right out of my dads friends mouth once.
I miss that little guy… he got eaten my dads dog…
Well, enough of my sob story. I hope you all liked this chapter. I'll be adding a few more here or there and then get back to writing new chapters. Hope you guys like a wide range of characters cause I'm gonna have quite a few showing up in the future. So all you Gangreen fans can celebrate, or nit pick, cause their the next new additions.
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