Okay so you know how I said to rate my story? Well for all the people that rated five stars or above…I love you. Those who didn't SHALL FACE MY WRATH! Lol just kidding, you guys didn't hurt my feelings. ^_^ So anyway, ENJOY!

Butch and I spent the past month doing things that he wanted to do before he died. Suddenly that Tim McGraw song "Live like you are Dying" came into my head multiple times. We had gone skydiving, water rafting, went on hundreds of roller coasters, ate at one restaurant in every country of the world, saw a horror film (I regret that deeply), and of course…had sex almost every night.

Everyone else started becoming suspicious (well everyone other than my dad and Brick). So about a week ago we told them what was going on, and how Butch was unstable. They understood, though they took the news difficultly.

I had been so occupied by activities lately, that I had completely forgotten about him.

No not Butch…

I meant I had completely forgotten about Him…

That is…until he took Boomer as another victim.

"OH MY GOD!" I heard Bubbles scream.

I shot up from Butch's warm chest, and ran out the door to where I heard her voice coming from.

She was in the kitchen, leaning over someone.

As I inched closer, I recognized the person…as none other than Boomer.

My eyes went wide, and I felt like throwing up. Everyone else was soon in there, which resulted in gasps of horror. Boomer was laying spread eagle on the floor, his eyes wide and unblinking. There was a large kitchen knife shoved right where his heart was. There was a huge puddle of blood soaking in his shirt, and slowly oozing down to the tiled floor.

I walked over to Bubble's sobbing figure, and leaned down, "Bubbles…what happened?"

"I d-don't k-know…" she cried. "Boomer…please don't leave me!"

I stood up, and heard Blossom say, "Who could have done this?"

"Why my dear Blossom," we heard a voice say, as red smoke swirled around in the air. "He did it to himself…"

Him appeared there in the kitchen, with a smirk etched upon his face.

"I don't believe that," Blossom said walking out in front of me. "You're lying…you did this didn't you?"

He grinned, "No…I'm not lying. Watch…"

He held his claw out, and a screen appeared with Boomer in the kitchen. He walked over to the knife droor, pulled one out…then…

The screen disappeared after the scene of Boomer stabbing himself was over.

We were all horrified, especially Bubbles.

"W-why would he have done that?" I whispered.

Him grinned, "I may have tampered with his thoughts a little…"

"HIM YOU BASTARD!" Brick yelled before trying to lunge at Him.

Blossom grabbed his arm, "NO! What if he does something to you?"

Brick stopped, but was still glaring at Him.

I turned to Butch, and saw Butch shaking in both anger and sadness.

Bubbles started bawling, and held Boomer's hand.

"Is he dead?" I asked slowly.

"No…he's still alive…"

I turned to Him, and saw him glaring at Boomer's motionless figure, "But just barely."

"Why would you do this?" I asked him angrily.

"I have a proposition to make," Him said not answering me. "For Bubbles…"

Bubbles looked up slowly, wide eyed, "What?"

"I'll save him for you, if you do something for me in return," Him said leaning down.

"What would that be exactly?" Bubbles said frowning, as more tears escaped her eyes.

"Come live with me," Him said. "If you do, I'll save him immediately…"

"Bubbles no…" I said. "Please…"

"Bubbles," Blossom said wide eyed. "Don't!"

Bubbles looked at Him, "You'll save him?"

Him smirked, "Of course…a deal's a deal."

Bubbles looked at us one last time, then at Boomer, "Deal."

And with that, Him grabbed her wrist…and they disappeared.

"BUBBLES!" me and Blossom screeched.

Boomer shot up, breathing hard…the knife that stabbed him was lying on the floor.

His eyes went wide, "What happened?"

"You committed suicide," Butch said hoarsely. "And Bubbles just saved your life by agreeing to live with Him."

"WHAT?"

My own sister…gone… Things couldn't get worse.

If there's one thing I hate though, was when I was wrong.

Things were about to get a thousand times worse.

"BUTTERCUP! HURRY!" I heard Blossom yelled from downstairs.

Butch was in the lab, getting tests run on him by my dad (he had been feeling a bit unlike himself).

I was on my bed, trying to think of ways to get Bubbles back.

That is until Blossom yelled.

I got up, and flew downstairs faster than you could say "Bob".

I ran into the lab to see Butch curled up on the floor, shaking.

"What happened?" I demanded.

Blossom looked at me, "I d-don't know…"

Dad was over at a counter, looking for something quickly.

I leaned down to Butch, "Butch…are you okay?"

He slowly looked up at me, and I saw something horrifying.

He was crying, but not normally.

"Buttercup, hurry give him more chemical X!" Dad said throwing me a bottle. "He might explode!"

I shook my head, "D-dad…I think he has too much Chemical X…"

Dad looked at me, "What do you mean-"

He froze when he saw Butch.

Butch's eyes were bloodshot, probably from his tears. The thing was, the tears weren't tears…

They were chemical X.

His face was covered in the black liquid, and he was shaking so badly I wondered if he was about to have spasms.

"It…b-burns…" Butch groaned.

"DAD DO SOMETHING!" I screamed.

He ran around the lab, until he grabbed something.

He gave Butch a vaccine of it, and Butch started calming down.

"That should hold him off…for now, until I figure out what's going on with him," Dad said. "I gave him some antidote X, not enough to harm him…just enough to balance him out."

Butch was still shaking, but the fountain of chemical X stopped.

I pulled him into a hug immediately, as tears formed in my eyes, "I thought you were about to die…"

"I think I was…" Butch said hoarsly.

I looked at him, and gave him a kiss…which he gladly returned.

"Well…awkward much?" I heard Brick say as he came into the room.

He walked over to Blossom, putting his arms around her, "Everything okay Red?"

She swallowed, "Butch almost died…"

"What?" Brick said frowning, before turning to Butch.

I started wiping away the chemical X from Butch's face, looking at him in the eyes.

"Are you alright?" I whispered.

He shrugged, "I've seen better days…"

I smiled slightly and kissed his nose, "We'll stop this…I promise…"

"We sure as hell will."

We all turned to the doorway to see Boomer standing there, arms crossed.

He had dark circles under his eyes, and was extremely pale.

"I'll find that red Bastard, and put an end to all this," Boomer said, his eyes narrowed. "I'll force him to fix you, and I'll kill him for taking Bubbles…"

"Boomer," Brick said. "Don't worry…we'll find him, and you'll get your revenge."

Boomer nodded before looking at Butch, "You okay?"

Butch nodded.

Someone rang our doorbell, and Dad went to answer it. We heard a few voices, before the lab door opened again. Dad appeared in the doorway, "Girls…we have a visitor…"

We all raised our eyebrows when Mojo walked in.

He looked at Boomer, "Sorry about Bubbles."

"Wow," I said quietly. "That's the shortest sentence he's ever said…"

Butch grinned a little.

"I have come to the conclusion that my son Butch is unstable. And my hypothesis stands to be corrected, although seeing the chemical X on his face I believe that I am right. Which has lead me to that conclusion, which is yet to be corrected. I believe I may be able to help, due to my knowledge of many things," Mojo said quickly.

"Er…in English please?" I heard a few snickers behind me.

Mojo glared at me, "I can help fix Butch."

"Oh," I said. "I see…"

Brick stared at his father, "Well don't just stand there…fix him!"

Mojo rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes…I'm getting to it."

I heard him mutter under his breath, "Impatient hooligan…"

"He called you a Hooligan," I said to Brick.

Brick's eyes narrowed, "I know, I heard him."

"Curse your super hearing," Mojo said. "I can't get away with ANYTHING anymore…"