PR 9:
IM BAAAAACK~!
Disclaimer: Still don't own Powerpuff Girls or characters from the show.
•••000•••
SNORE
"Huh?" Emerald green eyes fluttered open, blinking blearily. With a loud yawn, Buttercup sat up, looking around.
She was lying on a long neon green couch. To her left was an enormous wide screen tv mounted to the wall. Beneath it was a short table like shelf with glass doors, on top and inside of which were various gaming systems and a wide assortment of games. Beside them were five foot speakers, though those were farther away so as not to block the tv.
It took her all of three seconds to remember that she had fallen asleep in the living room. Reaching down, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, checking the time.
4:30 A.M.
No wonder she was so tired, she had been awake until at least midnight. The green Puff was notorious for being a heavy sleeper so what could have woken her up?
THUMP!
"Uuugh!"
Green orbs flicked to the left to find the source of the sound. Buttercup couldn't help but grin sleepily when her eyes landed on the figure on the floor.
Tangled in a fuzzy blanket like a burrito was her stupidly awesome best friend. He had fallen asleep on the love seat next to the couch some time around eleven and she hadn't bothered to wake him.
'Wait. Did we have blankets last night?' looking down, Buttercup found that she too was wrapped snugly in a soft blanket. On the floor was a plush pillow that she must have knocked away while she slept. A tiny smile crept onto her lips as she vaguely recalled her pink sister wrapping the sheets around the two sleepy teens the night before. 'Thanks sis.'
Picking up the pillow, Buttercup lay back on the couch closing her eyes.
SNORE
'So that's what woke me up.' Buttercup glared irately at the brunet as if her stare alone could shut him up.
Mitch wriggled around on the floor, rolling over before snoring again. 'It's a wonder he can even sleep on a bed.' The boy had always been a restless sleeper, and snorer. When finally she got irritated with the sound, Buttercup whipped the pillow at his head. With a muffled grunt, Mitch shifted a bit but remained quiet.
'Maybe now I can get some sleep.' Green orbs closed once more, welcoming the land of dreams, her consciousness slowly ebbing away.
SNORE
'FUCK!' glaring at the boy for a moment, Buttercup reached across the couch for the pile of cushions she always left there.
Grasping a particularly soft one, she dragged it back over before plopping down on it and laying one arm over her ear.
SNORE
Growling quietly, she pulled the cushion over her head. When the sound persisted, Buttercup wrapped her arms around the cushion, forcing it down over her ears, practically burrowing into it.
…
'Finally…' sighing with triumph, Buttercup slowly nodded off, the foggy haze of sleep enveloping her like a warm blanket.
SNORE
Her eyes snapped back open, a dangerous green glow dimly lighting the room. Propping herself up on her forearms, the teen glared at Mitch's prone form. The brunet slumbered on blissfully unaware of his friends steadily mounting anger.
With an angry scowl, Buttercup rolled over, getting off the couch. Dragging her blanket with her she plopped down into the soft carpeting beside the boy. Starring dazedly, her half asleep thought process sluggish, Buttercup wavered slightly. Finally she reached out grabbing the pillow and mushing it down over Mitch's face.
He squirmed a bit, muffled groans escaping through the thick cotton. Rolling over, he curled into himself, shifting away. Leaving the pillow over his head, Buttercup flopped down, snuggling into her blanket.
Though she had no way of telling how much time had passed, Buttercup was certain that it had been mere minutes since she had finally succumbed to sleep, only to be woken once again. Pushing herself up on her right arm she grabbed the pillow which had fallen from Mitch's face. Placing it back in it's previous spot she lay over it, smothering him beneath the fluff. This seemed to work for a good minute before the loud rumbles of his snores once again could be heard. It was a miracle that the boy could even breath much less snore and even with the extra layer, if anything, he actually got louder. The deep vibrations seemed to buzz in the Puffs ears, rattling her brain in her skull. Sitting up once again she glared at the boy, willing him to stop.
Buttercup pulled the pillow off his face.
His snores got louder.
She smacked the pillow back down.
Mitch stayed quiet, wriggling around in the blanket for all of five seconds before settling back down and starting up again. Oblivious to the world, he rumbled on, the sound becoming a loud gargle as drool pooled at the back of his throat.
Buttercup felt her right eye begin to twitch.
•••***•••
"ABUSE! ABUSE!"
"GET BACK HERE AND TAKE YOU PUNCHES LIKE A MAN!"
Mitch's tall form zipped down the hall way, ducking around corners, shrieking in terror. After trying, unsuccessfully, to sleep for who knows how long, Buttercup had finally snapped.
Screaming like a little girl, Mitch dashed around the corner slipping on the floor. He crashed into the wall but quickly picked himself up and continued running as if the hounds of Hell were at his feet. Which frankly, he'd have felt safer with than an angry Buttercup. At least then he'd stand a chance.
Buttercup's eyes widened as she realized just where her idiot friend was heading. Picking up speed, she attempted to grab him but was too late as the door flew open. Mitch dashed into the dark room, running to the large bed at the far wall.
"Blossom! Help! She's gonna kill me!" Mitch wailed, making a heroic dive onto the soft mattress, ducking behind the pink Puff whom had just sat up.
Buttercup froze in the door way staring into the room. "Mitch, move away, SLOWLY." she whispered cautiously, eyes glued on Blossom who had yet to open her eyes. Buttercup knew from experience that, even though she was sitting up, Blossom was still asleep.
The pink Puff had become a bit of an insomniac and rarely slept, so when she did it was best to leave her alone seeing as she was also a sleep walker.
As the old saying goes 'Let sleeping dogs lie.' and this was one she definitely didn't want to mess with. She loved her sister, really she did, but Blossom could be a real bitch when she just wakes up. And this coming from the girl that took being called a bitch as a compliment was really saying something.
Mitch remained on the bed cowering behind Blossoms teetering form. Grabbing her blanket, Blossom tossed it aside. Magenta orbs opened lazily as she stood up, completely unaware of the others around her. Walking around the bed, Blossom opened the door in the far wall and stepped into her bathroom closing it behind her.
…
"…I'm sorry. Am I imagining things or was your sister wearing nothing but her underwear?" Mitch questioned in a stunned, slightly husky voice as he stared at the closed door. "I mean, I've seen her walking around in the middle of the night in sleep shorts and a bra before. But she wasn't wearing sleep shorts this time… and did my last brain cell finally die or was she not wearing a bra either?"
That was another reason why she didn't want Mitch in her sisters room. It was a good thing Blossom had hair long enough to cover herself. Growling in irritation, Buttercup walked over to Mitch whom looked ready to follow the redhead, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him out of the room before he could reach the bathroom door.
"If you EVER, run into Blossoms room again I swear I'm gonna castrate you!" Buttercup hissed as she closed the door behind her. "Now. Where was I? Oh yah."
WHACK!
•••***•••
"Oh my gosh, Mitch! What happened to your eye?" Jumping up from her seat at the counter, Bubbles ran around the table. She immediately cupped said boys face in her hands as she turned him from side to side surveying the damage.
The teens, minus Blossom, were currently seated at the kitchen table. Bubbles had prepared a small breakfast for them before they left for school.
Mitch's dark brown eyes darted over to Buttercup as he scowled grumpily, gnawing on a slice of bacon. Bubbles followed his view to her older sister.
"Buttercup! I can't believe you!" Bubbles scolded, making her way to the ice box. "You should know better. You gave poor Mitch a black eye!"
Opening the freezer, Bubbles pulled out a few ice cubes and wrapped them in a napkin before returning to the table.
"Hey, don't be scolding me." Buttercup defended. "He kept me up with his snoring all morning!"
"That still docent mean you can hit him." Bubbles gently pressed the ice to the brunets darkening eye.
"He also ran into Blossoms room."
"…"
WHACK
"OOOWWW! What was that for?!" Match yelped, holding his head.
"Are you stupid?! Do you have a death wish or something?" Bubbles yelled, whacking Mitch over the head a second time for good measure. "What on earth would possess you to go in there?"
"So much for being the sugar Puff." Mitch mumbled. "Your just as mean-OW!"
"I heard that."
"I'm waiting in the garage!" Mitch whined running out the door to avoid further hits. Though not before grabbing a handful of bacon. "Your all abusive!"
"Idiot." Buttercup murmured watching him go.
When they was finished, Buttercup and Bubbles made their way out to the garage. Since Blossom wasn't going to school that day they couldn't take the car. Bubbles would be catching a ride back home with her boyfriend afterwards so Buttercup would finally get to take her bike.
It had been weeks since it had broken down and Blossom had finally gotten around to fixing it. Buttercup was a fairly good mechanic herself but not quite up to par with her sister. It was times like this that she wished the Professor hadn't had that accident with his experiment all those years ago. The girls had always had things that they were better at then the others but ever since that accident, Blossom was always lightyears ahead of them. It sort of irritated the green Puff how her older sister was now better at just about everything. She couldn't really blame her though, not like it was her fault.
Grabbing the keys off the wall, she made her way over to her newly repaired motorcycle. Walking it to the lift, she waited for Bubbles and Mitch to make their way over. The latter of the two trying to wipe off bacon grease.
"You better not get that on my baby!" Green eyes flashed dangerously as she snapped at Mitch.
"I know, I know! Jeez, your so damn protective of this thing." Mitch grumbled, wiping his hands on his jeans.
"Well I wouldn't be so protective if you would stop getting grease and oil on him!"
"And there's the reason I refuse to ride on the bike!" Mitch wailed, flapping his arms in the air. "Why do you have to call it a 'HE'? Why can't it be a she?"
"The same reason you won't ride on it because I call it a he." Buttercup replied.
"What are you guys talking about?" Bubbles asked her head tilted in utter confusion.
"I call the bike a he because there's no way I'm putting a girl between my legs." Buttercup stated, ignoring Bubbles entirely. "I have no problems with homo's as long as they aren't after me."
"Well I'm not straddling a guy!" Mitch snapped back.
"Which is why you don't ride the bike."
"So basically, Mitch docent like riding the bike cause Buttercup calls it a guy. And Buttercup calls it a guy cause she docent want to call it a girl." Bubbles summed.
"Pretty much." the other two teens replied.
"Your both homophobes," Bubbles sighed rolling her eyes as she sat on the back of the motorcycle. "and this conversation is ridiculous so can we just get out of here?"
"Sure, sure." Buttercup yawned.
The lift came to a stop then as the garage door opened. Staring up the bike, the raven revved the engine a few times before starting off at a slow pace.
Standing on his skateboard, Mitch grabbed on to the handle just beside the seat of the bike that Blossom had made just for him. Once Buttercup was sure that Bubbles was seated comfortably and Mitch had a firm grip she sped up. The three teens speeding down the winding road.
•••***•••
"I can still feel my face tingling!" Giggling like an insane asylum patent, Mitch poked at his cheek with his finger a few more times. "I think my eyes dried out too!"
"Oh greaaat-he rode-on the back-of the bike again-didn't he?" Harry and Floyd asked as Buttercup and Mitch walked over to them.
One twin was lying against a tree while the other was dangling from a branch just above the first ones head. The four of them were in the forests behind the school, just out of sight of the other students. It had become a favorite hangout for them since it not only allowed them to see what was going on but also kept them out of sight. That and it was a perfect place to hide from the teachers when they ditched class, which was a regular occurrence.
Buttercup ignored the twins as she hopped up into the tree, lying lazily on one of the high branches. The boys had dubbed it 'Buttercups branch' for some odd reason. Probably because it was comfortable and she always sat there, and that no one else could get to it.
"Hey BC, whatcha think of that new guy?" Mitch glanced up lazily as he lay sprawled out on the grass.
"Yah, it's obvious you don't like him." Harry stated matter-of-factly. "What did he do?"
"And why does he look so familiar?" Floyd questioned slouching further against the tree trunk.
"Are you guys seriously asking me that or are you just playing dumb?" Folding her arms she glared at the three boys. "Did you idiots seriously forget about the Rowdyruff Boys?"
"He was one of them? We always-wondered what-happened to-them." Harry and Floyd answered.
"Think their still trouble makers?" Mitch wondered aloud, twirling a blade of grass in the air. "Then again, even if they are they wont be for long."
"Yah. If you-know-who gets her way, which she usually does, they're probably gonna have to start helping us out." Floyd grumbled, picking up a pebble and tossing it.
"Hopefully they can help us out instead of cause trouble." Stretching out like a cat, Harry repositioned himself on the branch. "It'd make things way easier for us with their help."
Buttercup listened silently as the boys talked. On one hand they were right, having the Ruffs on their side would make their job a lot easier. But at the same time her pride refused to allow her to accept help from them of all people.
Boomer wasn't so bad, he was almost like a guy version of Bubbles. Blonde and dim witted at times. Though she knew they could both be sharp as tacks if they really tried. Bubbles had to be to do her job right. Boomer had to be smart as well if he wanted to build robots.
His brothers were a different story though. Brick just screamed Anti-social. It was like he constantly had a stick up his ass or something. Seriously, the guy did nothing but glare at everything. If she didn't know any better Buttercup would have thought his face were stuck that way. Didn't help much that he was a conceded prick whenever someone tried to be nice. She could only like one know-it-all and it sure as Hell wasn't him.
And Butch, don't get her started on that arrogant, pompous ass, just thinking about the green Ruff had her blood boiling. To think that HE was her counterpart. Besides being the physically strongest of their siblings the two were nothing alike. They-
"I'm pretty sure he likes you ya know." Mitch's bold statement brought Buttercup back from her internal rant.
She stared at the boy for a moment wondering if she had heard right. Blinking a few times she snorted loudly "He's just a perv, probably drools over anything with breasts and a pair of legs."
"And an ass, don't forget ass." Floyd seemed to be counting them off on his fingers.
"Hey! You better not-" Buttercup snapped, scowling at the black haired boy.
"Buttercup. Just because the word ass came up in a sentence does not, I repeat, NOT mean were referring to you." Harry said in a bored voice, not even bothering to look up at her, repositioning his chin on his forearm. He was getting tired of having to repeat himself all the time. "We know it's noticeable but were not starring at it ok."
Green orbs flicked to the left, pointedly staring at the brunet lying in the grass. Mitch had that dumb look on his face again and she swore he'd be drooling if his mouth were open. Maybe she'd be lucky and he'd drown on his spit.
"Yah… but that's just Mitch." Floyd stated after following Buttercups line of sight. He gave the boy a swift kick in the leg, smirking when Mitch let out a starteled yelp. "Docent exactly have all the lights on upstairs."
"Plus he drools over anything even remotely female." Harry muttered with a grimace.
"Hey! Will you jerks stop talking about me like I'm not even here!" Mitch jumped up to his feet, glowering at the twins before him.
The three of them proceeded into another of their many pointless augments. They grumbled so much it was annoying half the time. Buttercup was used to it though and just tuned them out before remembering about her mp3 player. Digging it out of her pants pocket, she pulled the headphones out of her bag and plugged them in.
She didn't really feel like going to class today. It was just a bunch of boring shit she had already learned. So when the bell rang, she ignored it completely even as the twins and Mitch stomped off, oblivious to the fact that she wasn't with them.
'Boys. They really do have one tracked minds.' she watched them until they disappeared around the side of the building before rolling over. Lying on her side, she stared off into the distance, looking for something interesting.
Snap
Senses on high alert, Buttercup sprang up. The headphones fell to her shoulders as she perched on the branch like an owl. Her eyes glowed faintly as she looked around for the source of the sound. She had learned the hard way that one could never be too careful.
Nothing seemed out of place. Shrugging slightly, she decided to brush it off… until she noticed the oddly shaped shadow. In the blink of an eye her fist blazed green as she shot an energy bullet above her.
"HOLY CRAP! ARE YOU INSANE?" Oh great. She'd know that annoying voice anywhere.
Buttercup looked up to find Butch on one of the high branches. Only his legs held him up as he dangled upside down looking extremely frazzled. How the skinny branch was even holding him was a mystery in itself.
'Never mind.'
With a sharp crack the branch gave way, the raven teen falling a few feet before catching himself. He hovered there for a moment shaking off a few stray leaves. His backpack fell down then, landing squarely on his head before popping open and spilling everywhere.
"Aww fuck!" Butch cursed, snatching the bag off his head. Swearing like a sailor, he zipped around, gathering up all his things. "Damn it! Will you stop laughing?"
Buttercup just cracked up even more, clutching her side as she watched the idiot scramble around. Sure she hated his guts but that didn't mean she couldn't laugh at his expense. It didn't exactly help that he still had twigs and leaves sticking out of his hair.
Her laughter stopped abruptly as she turned to glare at him. "Hey jackass, what the Hell were you doing up there anyway? You spying on us or something?"
"Why would I spy on you?" Butch continued gathering his things, not even sparing her a glance. "Besides it's not spying since I was here first."
"It is when you decide to hang around like some creepy stalker!"
"Hey! I was gonna leave, then you guys started talking shit about me!"
"It's not talking shit if it's true."
"Hey, I resent that! I am NOT a pervert!"
"Yah you are. And do you even know what resent means?"
"Ok, ignoring that last comment…Only for you and that nice ass."
Buttercup gave him the mother of all glares then. He stared back with a straight face looking almost bored, possibly amused. It pissed her off that he seemed unaffected, made her want to wipe that smug look off.
'We'll see how smug you are after this.' she smiled sweetly at him as she reached out to grab the branch beside her.
He flinched noticeably, looking confused by the sudden mood swing. She couldn't help but laugh at the look of shock that spread across his face when she shook the branch, dislodging the small bee hive connected to it. The best part was that he never even noticed it was there until the hive landed on his shoulder and began swarming around him.
"AHH!" He squawked, batting the buzzing hive off, swatting wildly at the little insects.
Buttercups didn't get the chance to laugh this time as Butch dived straight at her, crashing through branches on his way down. Scooping up her bag, she dropped backwards off the branch. "Don't come by me, you psycho!"
She hit the ground running as she tore off into the woods, intent on getting away from the stupid Ruff and the bees attacking him. Buttercup wasn't even sure where she was running but if it got her away from him then all the better.
Trees blurred by in waves of green and brown as she raced on, jumping, tumbling, and sliding through the dense forest. She wasn't sure how far she had gone but she refused to slow her pace until she could no longer hear Butch's shouts.
Even after Buttercup was certain that she had left the Ruff far behind she ran. Enjoying the feel of the wind as it caressed her face, sliding through her hair, wrapping around her.
•••***•••
'What a work out.'
Breathing harder than usual, Buttercup paused to catch her breath. Leaning against a tree, she slung her bag over both shoulders. After waiting a moment for her breathing to return to normal, Buttercup decided to take a look around.
'Where am I?' She must have run farther than she thought. This place was entirely unfamiliar. The trees were taller than the ones in more populated areas and the foliage on the ground grew thick. Which meant she was pretty deep in the woods.
Being in the woods normally didn't matter but something didn't seem quite right. It was just too quiet to be natural. There were no animals around. Even with superhearing, Buttercup couldn't hear anything. Not one bird, not even the pitter patter of small rodents.
It was during moments like this that all her paranoid sisters training really came in handy. Tightening the bag straps, she made sure there was nothing on her that could easily fall off or snag on anything. Probably not the best day to wear baggy pants.
Knowing better than to randomly start flying about, Buttercup began climbing one of the many trees in a regular human fashion. Once at the top, she scanned the area for any landmarks she could use to tell her position.
'Hmm… trees, trees, trees… where's the mountain? Trees…' Just as Buttercup was about to shout her frustration, she spotted the towering peaks far in the distance. 'There it is! Wow… I got pretty far away, probably about… ah, not that bad, just a few hundred miles.'
She had seemingly wandered into Sector F. An area west of the town, just outside of Bubbles' usual patrol range.
Preparing for her decent from the treetops, Buttercup grasped onto the thickest branches she could find. Pulling her shoes from the gap she had wedged them in she shifted lower, a ray of light catching her eye in the process. Momentarily blinded, Buttercup raised a hand to her forehead to block the suns glare.
'Wait a minute…' even with her hand blocking out the fiery orb the light refused to dim. It was then that the green Puff realized that the light wasn't coming from the sun. In fact, it seemed to be coming from the ground.
Moving just enough so as not to be blinded, she stared off into the distance, attempting to find the source. After several fruitless moments, Buttercup's emerald orbs zeroed in on a patch of trees that just didn't seem quite right.
Then she saw it, about nine feet below the tree tops, camouflaged by creepers and vines was what looked to be a two story warehouse. The building was made in a way that allowed plants to literally grow in the walls. There were even a couple of small pine trees growing on the roof. Now that she knew it was there she wondered how she could have possibly missed something so big.
Once back on the ground, Buttercup slowly made her way to the building, sticking close to the grasses and trees. Her love of green camouflage prints really helped right then, allowing her to blend in.
Lying flat on the ground she crawled beneath a bush a few feet from the building. Buttercup stayed that way for what seemed like forever just waiting for something to happen. During this time she scanned the building for any signs of life.
For all the world it seemed to be old and abandoned with cracked windows, crumbling walls, there were even a few holes big enough to fit through. A closer inspection with her x-ray vision told a different story though. There was a good twenty or so, humanoid heat signatures within and five that looked to be animals. Probably K-9, judging by the general shape.
Once Buttercup was absolutely sure there was nothing on the outside that could alert them to her presence, she dashed to the outer walls. Pressing her body flat against the wall, she inched along the edge until she was directly below one of the windows. Jumping slightly, she grasped the ledge, hoisting herself up just enough to see inside.
"Holy crap…" Whispering breathlessly, Buttercup looked over the building. Huge shipping containers lined the right and rear walls in rows. To the left were gigantic machines with conveyer belts. At each machine were heavily clothed workers, tinkering with either the machines themselves or the smaller things coming out of them. She was a little too far the see what they were building but whatever it was probably wasn't good.
Slinking around the side of the building like a cat, Buttercup found a crack in the wall and slipped through it. Making sure to be as quiet as possible, she climbed onto one of the shipping containers.
Green orbs glowed ominously as she crept through the shadows, silent as a ghost. No one noticed her as she inched her way closer to the machines. Once close enough Buttercup had no doubt as to what they were making.
"Looks like a weapons factory." A deep throaty voice whispered in her ear, hot breath ghosting over her neck making the flesh tingle.
It took everything she had to choke back the scream threatening to erupt from her throat, head snapping around so fast she nearly got whiplash. Buttercups emerald eyes practically bugged out of their sockets as her face smashed into the person beside her.
Body frozen in shock, she remained stalk still, staring back into a pair of equally surprised, near identical forest green orbs. It took her a full minute to realize what had happened and just who she was looking at. Blinking a few times, her eyes narrowed as she jerked backwards.
"Butch! What the fuck is wrong with you!" Buttercup whisper-shouted, rubbing profusely at her lips, trying desperately to remove the vile taste.
The Ruff in question simply stared back at her blinking dumbly. One hand reached for his face as he ran a finger over his rapidly swelling bottom lip. It hadn't really hurt, but did she have to turn that fast? The surprised look on his face vanished, replaced by a smug expression, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he smirked at her. "If I knew you would react like that I would have tried surprising you sooner."
"What the fuck are you doing here dumb ass!" Eyes narrowed threateningly, she hissed at him. "What in the seven Hells would posses you to follow me here?"
"Not like there anything better to do. Besides, I needed to pay you back for the bee hive you dropped on my head earlier." Butch muttered, keeping his voice low while shrugging uncaringly.
"Your not supposed to be here! Get out now!"
"Why should I?"
"Because! Now, GET OUT!"
"And if I refuse?"
"I'm gonna introduce my fist to your face!" she smacked her fist against her hand lightly for emphasis.
"Go ahead." Butch taunted, folding his arms over his chest. "See how fast they find us here when you do."
'Fuck!' he was right. If she hit him it would give away their position. There was no way she could do so without causing a commotion.
"Now, ya mind telln me what were doin spying on a bunch a weapon dealers?" Slipping back into that stupid annoying slang, Butch peeked over the edge of the shipping container they were hiding behind.
"It's an uncharted factory." Though irritated with his presence, Buttercup knew she wouldn't be able to get rid of him at the moment and decided to let it slide this once. Hopefully if he knew what was going on he might just stay quiet. "Their not supposed to be here."
"Since when is ANY weapons factory 'supposed to be here'?" Rolling his eyes at her he scoffed quietly. "Their never supposed to be anywhere cause ninety percent of the time their always illegal."
"Really? I never knew that." Buttercup replied sarcastically, smacking him over the head. "That's why I'm trying to find out what type of weapons their making."
"Well they look kinda like machine guns." Butch whispered. "They aren't like any I've ever seen though."
"That's cause they aren't machine guns. Their called Meteor Shower's." Buttercup muttered a string of curses then. "Those things were outlawed on earth three years ago."
"On earth?" Butch turned to look at Buttercup like she had grown a second head. "What do you mean by outlawed 'On Earth' ?"
'Crap!' she hadn't meant to say that out loud! Trying to come up with a reasonable explanation she almost didn't notice the workers pause to look around. Not good, they would definitely spot the greens in their cameo print clothes. It may have helped outside but in here, on top of the colorful shipping crates, they stuck out like a couple of sore thumbs.
Panic made her throw caution to the wind as she threw herself at Butch, tackling him behind the crates. Her hand flew out, covering his mouth before he could make a sound. The two landed in a heap with a soft thump, Butch sprawled out on his back looking like he'd just been doused in ice water while Buttercup lay over him not daring to move.
Using her free hand she motioned for him to stay quiet. He seemed to understand as he finally stopped squirming beneath her. Listening intently, she picked up a soft snapping sound ahead of her. Shifting lower, Buttercup lay herself flat over the Ruff not even caring about how weird it was.
Just in time too. The second she did so an orange suited figure walked past not more than four feet from them. Neither teen moved an inch until the person moved away, walking around the corner of another crate.
Butch tensed beneath her then. Buttercup tossed a questioning glance at the boy. His eyes were wide in surprise, a look of panic hidden just beneath the surface. His hand shot out, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing it to the left.
'Crap!'
Standing less than a foot away, snarling viciously was the most disgusting creature either teen had ever laid eyes on. It stood on four legs, had the general body shape, and structure of a dog but that was as far as the similarities went.
Reptilian hide stretched over it's skeletal frame like brittle elastic, every bone protruding against the translucent flesh, pulsing blue veins throbbed just beneath the surface like wriggling worms. Organs bulged against the skin, twitching, quivering.
Long spiraled horns tore from it's skull, the slimy glistening flesh, stretched over it like tissue paper. Lipless gums strained over serrated fangs, globs of spit dribbling between ivory teeth. Blood red light shone from deep within gouged eye sockets, boring into them.
It shifted, one leg stretching towards them, skin so tight it looked ready to tear at any second, talons clicking. Jaws fell open, it's strangled blue tongue rolling out, rivulets of sickening green froth poured from it's mouth, melting the concrete floor with a loud hiss. It's breath crept over the teens like putrid, decaying meat as it growled at them, sounding like nails over a chalkboard.
Buttercup had never felt so disgusted in her life. All the zombie movies in the world couldn't prepare her for this. That CREATURE didn't look like it should even be alive, a breathing corpse that even HIM would be revolted by.
'Move! Move damn it!' her body wouldn't listen to her as she stayed frozen against Butch. Her blood felt like ice in her veins, the urge to vomit growing the longer she looked at the hideous monstrosity.
With a nasty squelching sound it lunged at them, fangs snapping like bear traps. The thing was close enough that Buttercup could count every one of it's taste buds, see every speck of plaque on it's teeth.
Everything slowed down then, the beasts falling form descending at a snails pace as it's fangs closed around her face. Buttercup could feel the muscles in her body clench, preparing for the inevitable.
Something jerked beneath her and suddenly she was moving, the monsters fangs clamping down less than a hairs width away, it's breath puffing noxiously into her face. Buttercup watched as the thing landed with a resounding crunch, the ground fracturing beneath what she had presumed to be a light body.
Brain too sluggish to truly process what was happening, Buttercup just blinked, watching as the thing rapidly grew smaller. A pair of legs crossed into her vision before being drowned out by the thick green fabric that came up to smother her face.
Pushing it away, Buttercup was surprised by the feel of muscle beneath it before finally realizing where she was. If anyone had told her that she would be within a mile of Butch willingly she would have laughed in their face before beating them over the head with their own hand. Yet that was now exactly where she was, thrown over the Ruffs shoulder like a sack of potatoes and she was nowhere near complaining. Heck she was actually grateful to the guy, shocking right, maybe she should check in on HIM and make sure Hell wasn't a frozen wasteland.
A loud screech echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls as the thing charged after them, catching up in moments, snapping at Butch's ankles. Four additional screams sounded around the room in a blood curdling symphony, echoing closer by the second.
This finally seemed to snap her out of the daze. With a burst of adrenaline, Buttercup forced her way out of Butch's hold. Grabbing his hand they blitzed through the maze of shipping crates. Golden tendrils of sunlight sparkled through the hole in the wall. Without a second thought, she slipped through, only to be yanked back.
'No, NO!' Emerald orbs flashed in horror as she looked back. Not one, but five of the creatures were barreling around the corner, mere feet away. And Butch… Butch was stuck in the gap, his broad chest wedging him in place.
"UGH! COME, ON YOU BASTARD! GET OUT!" Screaming in frustration, Buttercup slammed her foot against the wall and tugged Butch through the hole.
Before she could even hit the ground she was pulled to her feet as the green Ruff dashed into the forest not once letting go of her hand.
'Wait, WAIT! WERE GOING THE WRONG WAY!' grabbing the trunk of a tree she pulled against the other teens grip forcing him to change direction. He didn't even seem to notice though as he kept on running, plowing through the brush like a bulldozer.
Even after the teens could no longer hear the sickening sounds of the creatures they continued, running until their breath came in ragged gasps.
The trees became fewer, more spaced out as they got closer to the town. Adrenaline finally running out, Buttercup allowed herself to fall, collapsing onto her knees. Less than a second later Butch dropped down beside her. Both looked like they had run a marathon as they sat, gasping for oxygen.
After catching her breath, Buttercup stood back up towing the exhausted Butch behind her. Her feet felt like lead weights as she trudged along. After what seemed like hours she finally found what she was looking for.
The bleached white walls of the school stood proudly less than a hundred feet away. Not even caring who saw them, Buttercup made a bee line through the courtyard straight for the parking lot. The bright green and chrome of her motorcycle never looked quite as amazing as it did just then.
Sitting on the bike she relinquished her hold on his hand to fish her keys out of her pocket. The familiar sound of the engine roared to life as she looked back at the other teen standing awkwardly beside her.
"Well. You commin or not?" Blinking once he grinned, then without any sign of hesitation, Butch sat down behind her, hands on her shoulders.
Rolling forward, she gunned the engine, flying out of the parking lot and down the winding road.
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It didn't take long before the creamy white walls of her house came into sight.
'Did the place always look this welcoming?'
Parking the bike in the ground level garage, Buttercup walked into the house, Butch trailing behind her like a lost puppy. She could tell the boy was looking around but didn't really care as she breezed through the kitchen and into the hallway. Stopping in front of the basement door she pressed her hand against the wall, sliding open the hidden panel.
After scanning her hand the steel door slid open revealing the familiar old staircase. Hopping down two steps at a time she paused at the bottom waiting for Butch whom was gaping at the living room. She couldn't really blame him though. That was the same reaction everyone had the first time they saw the Puffs actual house instead of the upstairs area they never used. Now wasn't the time for that though.
Grabbing his arm she towed him off down the hallway, winding through the familiar corridors. Only pausing long enough for the door to open, Buttercup tugged Butch straight inside towards her redheaded sister at the far end of the room.
"Bloss, we got a problem." Buttercup didn't even have to finish her sentence before her sister sprang up from her seat, laptop completely forgotten.
Soft cold fingers brushed over the green Puff as Blossom hovered around her, fussing like a mother hen. After giving Buttercup a once over she switched her attention to Butch. Once that was done, Blossom hurried off collecting things from around the room.
Already knowing what would happen next, Buttercup made her way over to one of the examination tables beside the wall.
"Now. You want to tell me what happened after you left for school earlier? You've only been gone for three hours." Blossom said, placing the many different ointments and gauze wraps onto the table.
'What? Only three hours?' Sighing in exasperation she looked up at her sister with tired green eyes.
"Where to start…"
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You guys wanted the other girls, well here's Buttercup!
I just realized how much I favor my characters in my stories… I feel sort of bad…I seem to center around Blossom most of the time even though I want to use all of them. I just reread my story and I realized that Bubbles hardly showed up at all. I have to start using her more… I'm just not quite sure how yet.
Anyway. I hope you like the chapter, I tried centering around the greens as much as possible this time. So all you green fans please tell me how I did cause frankly I don't think I did that well…
And I'm sorry for taking so long again, I finally got back from my trip to Vegas (which sucked by the way) and now I'm sick from the water up there. Ain't live just peachy?
Also I'd just like to thank Aeternus Rosa and cookies for the latest reviews on my other story. Fear not, I haven't forgotten about it, I just have an extreme case of writers block that totally bitch slapped me in the face… so after rereading the entirety of it I got to thinking. And I've decided that I would be rewriting that story as well, I was absolutely appalled by what I wrote, I can't believe I had ever thought of it as anything near good… I found so many grammar mistakes and it seems so very rushed, like I wrote it just to write it, now that I look back there docent seem to be any real effort and I simply won't stand for that. I must redo it and that is exactly what I will be doing the first chance I get.
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