~Thanks for the favorites guys! And a special thanks to Coketree27 for the first (and hopefully not last) review! Here we go, chapter two.
Talk about a great day, more than anything Buttercup wanted to go home; however, at the same time she wanted to be as far away from home as possible. She speed blindly across the sky. What have I done? Her heart felt like bursting, tears ran down her cheeks, for the first time in her fifteen and a half years Buttercup felt helpless.
By the time she reached the Townsville Space-needle Butter cup was exhausted, landing right on the top, she laid on her stomach thinking that perhaps if she didn't move a muscle she might disappear. She stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, ignoring the cold of the metal against her flesh and the brisk breeze bouncing around her. She didn't move, she didn't think, she barely inhaled. It was as if she had entered a trance and she would have happily stayed there for the rest of her life. But, of course, Buttercup couldn't do that. Buttercup wouldn't do that—it wasn't who she was, she was stronger than that. Or was she?
The sun began to set casting shadows over her city, the sky turned from purple to pink to orange before Buttercup found the strength to sit up. Goosebumps etched across her bare arms, at some point she had lost her track jacket, and she didn't care. Her bright green eyes were swollen nearly shut, but she didn't feel like crying anymore, she didn't feel much of anything anymore. Except maybe numb. Where were Blossom and Bubbles?
Just as she was thinking this two figures appeared silhouetted against the sunset, slowly the floated toward her. About time, where have they been?
Much to Buttercups chagrin it was not her sisters, quite the opposite actually. For it was the girls arch nemeses(nemesie sounds better), no she was not greeted with the caring faces of Bubbles and Blossom, but instead the harsh sneers of Brick and Butch.
Buttercup buried her head in her knees; it was just like the jerks to show up at the worst time.
"Hey look, it's a Powerpuff Girl, what's up Buttercup" Brick said sarcastically, "have a widdle fight with your creampuff sisters?"
"Go away" Buttercup mumbled into her knees. If they heard her they didn't acknowledge it.
"Hey Boomer, get up here! We got a pouty-puff on our hands" Brick shouted over his shoulder, Butch twitched—seems like that pretty much all he does lately.
"Go away" Buttercup said, louder this time raising her head. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry, I won't give them the benefit. Her traitor lips trembled, what's wrong with me?
"Maybe we should go" Butch whispered with a twitch.
"What're you talking about? Don't tell me you're going all Boomer on me" Brick smacked Butch on the back of the head, "speaking of which, where is the moron?"
Butch smacked Brick back, Brick smacked Butch. Once they got started there was no stopping them. Buttercup stood to her feet, she opened her mouth and she screamed.
"Go-away-you-disgusting-pigs-before- I-rip- you-limb-from-limb-and-feed –your-corpse- to-the-children-of-Townsville- for-lunch!" Then she let out a sonic bloodcurdling scream. Boomer who had finally arrived on the scene and mimicking his brothers slapped his hands over his ears.
"Let's get outta here" Brick turned on his heels, his brother's right behind him. But as they took off, one of them looked over his shoulder; one of them stared back at her until she was no more than a speck in the distance. Butches forehead wrinkled as he watched her slowly grow smaller and smaller until she vanished from view, but Buttercup refused to vanish from his thoughts.
As the sun quickly faded across the sky, dusking giving way to night, Buttercup sat transfixed. How long had it been since she last watched the sun set? Now that she thought about it, maybe she never had. Maybe she never had the time to. Despite the horrors of the day Buttercup was…happy. An irresistible urge to laugh suddenly immersed her. Thrusting her head back Buttercup laughed and laughed, she laughed until she cried, until her sides ached and she couldn't breathe.
"What's happening to me? What's gonna happen to me?" She said out loud once her hysteria had wound down. Buttercup had lost all track of time; at this point she knew that it was dark and that she was beat. The stars were out but it was impossible to tell through the hazy lights of the city.
She couldn't stay on the Space needle all night, her eyelids grew heavy, she should get her backpack and jacket but Buttercup didn't care. All she wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed, wakeup and pretend none of this happened. Of course it wouldn't work that way, but she could try.
It was in fact a good thing that Buttercup didn't go looking for her book-bag. It was gone, along with her jacket. She may not have known but someone was looking out for her. Someone was making sure she made it home safe that night, a silly thing to do, over the years it had been made obvious that Buttercup could look out for herself. But he couldn't stop thinking about her. So when he could he helped her out, he didn't know why he did these things—it both scared him, it scared him to think he could be going soft.
It was midnight by the time Buttercup drug herself into bed, nobody had bothered to stay up. This hurt. As if they didn't care, her sisters, the Professor, they all slept. If Buttercup had cared to notice she would have seen the flush in Bubble's cheeks, the puffiness of her eyes. She would have seen that Bubbles had cried herself to sleep.
~Remember, please, please, R&R! I appreciate your input; I'm still pretty scared about writing this—wish me luck. And thank you for reading
~Phlinn