Me:I feel so devious inside. I've decided. Someones going to die!

Boomer: (gasp) Is it me? Brick? Butch? Bubbles? Blossom? Buttercup?who?Who?WHO?!

Me: We will see, soon enough. Hehehehehe.

Boomer:T.T

Me: Anyway, I decided to rename this chapter. It is now named...Blood and Truth. Chapter 7 is now name Smiles, OK? Just to let ya know! I might change it. But expect the unexpected people, that's the kind of authoress I am.

Chapter 6: Death

~~~~~~~~~~~( X.X )~~~~~~~~~~~

Boomer's POV....

I wondered what he wanted to speak about. I thought. But nothing logical came into mind.

"First of all,...." he started. I jumped a bit, because I wasn't paying attention.

"I want to say sorry."

"Sorry for what? Hurting me? You shouldn't be. That's my fau-" He cut me off.

"No. For what me and Butch have done."

"And what might that be?" I asked

"Tricking you, hurting you and your friend, trying to change you." he sighed "You don't understand , right?" I nodded.

"I should explain. At first, when we were born, you were like us. Reckless, Rowdy, Ruff, Mean, etc. Then...you know the Powerpuffs defeated us. Using our weakness at the time. Then we were brought back, good god, one the worst day of my life, and we were defeated. But, you were OK then too. What made you become so...soft?"

"....." I had no answer to that question. I could not answer. I couldn't because I didn't know the answer. So I sat there and listened.

"I told Butch that you were. He was really pissed off and said I was lying. He went to look for himself, and saw that I was telling the truth. I made up a plan. To piss you off so much your softness would be knocked right out of you. We hit you, called you names, yet you still continued. We made up numerous plans to fix you. None worked.....

"We were doing this for your protection Boomer, understand that. We didn't want anyone else to hurt , or worse, kill you. The powerpuff girls especially. If you didn't toughen up, we would have no chance to beat them, at all. That day, two years ago... it was nearing the end. We had to do something. Or you would be permanently soft. Then, we figured out your weak spot." I looked at him, a bit confused. We didn't have weak spots! "You know who I'm talking about. Don't sit there with that stupid look on your face." "...!" 'Oh...he must mean Bubbles.'

"We decided to take it to the final step. It was now or never Boomer. Good enough, it worked. But you fled the city. I thought you'd settle for hating us, and that would make you stronger. You did get stronger, but not for the reason I'd thought. We'd tested you, remember? But it ended up in an all out brawl. Butch forgot what our mission was. And I had lost control. OK? So now that you know, I'll say it again. I'm sorry. For tricking you, hurting you, and messing with something....I shouldn't have messed with. And now we're here. So before my death, I have apologized." Then I saw the Brick I had never seen before, in real life. The smiling, sympathetic, Brick. Who was happy to have let it all out. For the first time in two years, I was smiling too. 'But...what did he mean by , before my death?' He frowned again. Then looked toward the sun.

"You know the truth, there is nothing else left to say. Oh I almost forgot! It wasn't Bubble's fault in any way. Tell her, that your sorry." 'This....coming from Brick?I couldn't believe this, I almost laughed. Except for the fact that he looked pretty serious.' I just nodded.

Then, things turned for the worse.

"Take care, Boomer. Goodbye." He raised his hand like he was going to slap me and I winced. But he only but his fist on my forehead, with that same smile on his face. But...his mouth was dripping blood. He moved his free hand to his mouth and coughed. More blood. Then he fell to the pavement below. He coughed some more and his cheeks, chin, shirt, and mouth were filled with blood. I didn't know what to do! I think my brain shut down, because of the shock.

My brother, Brick, was dying in front of me.

"Brick!" I shouted. "Brick?!" I think I started crying. My hand were all red now, bloody as well.

"NOOOOO!" I yelled.

Me: Haha! What will happen next? Will Brick be saved or will...he...DIE?!

Boomer:MURDERER!

Brick:I couldn't agree more.

Me: Don't worry.

Brick: Why not? I'm going to die.

Me: I wouldn't say THAT. But, if you insist.

Brick: What?! Why I oughta

Boomer:Please review this chapter on how Brick dies.

Brick: No fair.