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Buttercup decided that she was still mad with the Professor and Blossom; they couldn't make her talk to them. So she wouldn't. As she watched the water swirl around her feet and down the drain—it was so nice to finally take a shower.
She hadn't planned on it but in the end she spilt her guts, everything. Even about how she hates sharing a bathroom with Bubbles because she's always getting hairspray and cosmetics all over the counter. She did talk about what had happened the past week—she didn't want to know what had happened—she knew she had a temper but she had never wanted to kill anyone. Seriously maim—yes. But murder, no. Buttercup couldn't overcome this if she didn't face the facts. She had seriously injured these people, crooks or not, and she felt horrible about. She still didn't know the extent of their injuries, and she didn't want to. Yet. Someday Buttercup would have to but she wasn't ready.
Jo's advice: face the music. Get out of bed, go to school, pretend everything was fine. The idea of it made Buttercup want to rush into the bathroom and drown herself in the toilet—man I am getting seriously weird in head, maybe school will be good for me. Drowning in the toilet?
But for now she could just sit here, on the floor of the shower and let the scalding water wash away all her problems.
Maybe make a public apology? How can I deal with this, I'm a kid. I shouldn't have to worry about this kind of stuff.
And as much as Buttercup hated to admit it, she was scared. Not only of the consequences of her actions but of herself. Maybe she shouldn't use her powers for a while, maybe they're too dangerous—maybe I'm too dangerous. Her stomach dropped as if she was going down in an elevator.
No more fighting crime, I'll only use them if it's an emergency. I can't take the risk of hurting anyone else.
So there she sat, on the floor of the shower, mulling this over in her head until all the hot water was gone.
Butch sat on the front steps of the school, the sun was setting sending intense shades of orange across the sky. Another sign that the days were getting shorter. Cold bit into his fingers and toes, Butch shivered a bit, feeling numb both on the outside and inside. He wanted to think, in order to think he had to be alone, in order to be alone he had to get away from his brothers, in order to get away from his brothers he had to hide. This was not an easy thing to do. Naturally he came to the last place they'd look for him, school. Sure, Butch thought he was pretty smart.
He wondered if Buttercup had ever gotten her backpack, he'd left it on her front step last week. She hadn't been to school all week, it drove him crazy. Why did he care though? Butch certainly didn't want to. However, it didn't seem that Butch had much of a choice.
Taking a quick glance over both shoulders—nobody was around—he drew up his backpack. Unzipping it he rifled through the contents, it was still there. Smashed into the very bottom of the bag, beneath a disarray of papers and a geometry book, was the dark green track jacket.
"Buttercup! Come on, it's movie night!" Blossom shouted up the stairs before turning to her sister, "Bubbles, you know what to do."
Nodding Bubbles floated quietly up the stairs toward their bedroom. Peeking around the door into the darkness sent a shiver up her spine—she still hadn't gotten over fear of the dark.
"Buttercup?" she squeaked.
"What!" Buttercup was exasperated, "leave me alone"
"But Buttercup" Bubbles opened the door further, casting light across the carpet. Then she saw her, sitting on the floor with her back to the bed and arms clasped tightly around her knees. Buttercup glared, her eyes were red and puffy like she had been crying. Frantically she rubbed at them with her sleeve.
"Leave me alone"
"Buttercup, please, I haven't seen you all week" Bubbles chin began to quiver, she was so worried, her heart ached.
"Fine!" Buttercup stomped to her feet, "Jeez Bubbles, if you're gonna be such a baby about it." Shoving past her, Buttercup clomped down the stairs. Bubbles was relieved, this was the Buttercup she knew.
It wasn't until Buttercup was halfway across the living room that she noticed her backpack was by the door. She whirled around the face Blossom and the Professor on the couch, pointing at the bag she demanded "What's that doing here?"
Blossom raised her hands in defense; "I found it on the front step"
"Yeah, somebody rang the door bell and I went to answer it and there was nobody there except your backpack" Bubbles said as she descended the staircase.
Without another word Buttercup stomped across the room, situating herself on the floor in front of the couch. She sat as far away as possible from Blossom and the Professor.
They ignored her for the most part and graveled about what movie to watch. Buttercup didn't care; she found the pop corn bowl and began shoveling its contents into her mouth greedily. She didn't know what they finally decided to watch. She stared at the TV intently but didn't see anything.
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