WWW -Part 2

Decided to update this first! Sorry if you're still waiting on the other ones! I'm writing new chapters for all my stories!

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Kaoru/BC's POV

They lead the way into another room, this time it's lit. It has a few chairs, mirrors, and clothes. There's a connecting room in the corner. Someone brings candles and turns the lights out. Berserk lights the candles and they start to flicker off her ghostly face. They gesture towards a chair.

As I sit I watch them carefully. Brat goes to the other room. Berserk goes through some drawers and fixes her skirt in the mirror. I'm guessing Brute is still with them.

"Well, are you ready?", she asks. "BRAT! Go check on Green! Make her hurry, we need her for the transformation." Brat nods and runs out.

It's quiet except the soft flicker of the candles. Brat comes back, by herself.

Berserk notices, "BRAT! I told you to get Brute! Ugh! I'll go and get her myself. Stay here." She storms off and leaves me with Brat.

Brat starts to mutter. Soon Berserk and Brute enter.

"Now we can begin." Berserk says glaring at Brat who looks annoyed.

"Whatever. Not like you even tried to help me out. Why don't you go and do all the work."

Berserk just laughs, "Whatever little Blue. Okay so what took you so long Bru?"

"Chained them up again, and I had to slit someone in the cheek. Wouldn't shut up." Brute smirks.

She places a thin bladed knife on a table, slightly clean.

My eyes widen, "Who?" They all turn to look at me.

"Um, the dark haired fellow. Hey didn't you used t-.."

"Yes. I don't give a crap about him. Just hurry up with your business." Shrugging, they all start.

MUCH Later...

I look at new-me. Now with lime green highlights at my split end tips (ponytail). Dark makeup; black eye liner, dark Gray eye shadow with emerald green at the outer crease and black mascara.

My lips are bare, no lipstick, much to my liking.

I'm wearing tattered light gray jeans with chains and a loose dark green top. I have a dark denim jacket with some pockets. I have fingerless gloves and black combat boots. Bad ass...

"Killer right? Picked the outfit out myself." Berserk smirks. "Knew you'd hate skirts so.."

"Did the makeup. Hope you like it," Brat raises her eyebrows. I just nod. "Oh good."

I touch my pockets, somethings in here..

"Weapons. Well small ones. For starter. You can train with those." Brute says in a bored tone.

I look at their waists, they have belts like the Ppgz except; The belt itself has black and their compacts are much darker shades. They seem to notice and look at each other.

"Ready for the Promise? You get your belt then, but there's a few modifications."

"Sure."

They smirk. And in unison; "Good."

They seem intimidating, killer scary... Their tones are like drinking poison but I'm going to have to get used to that, after all...

I'm becoming one of them.

Butch's POV

I hear voices in the distance. Can't make anything out though. I fill like shit. My cheek still stings and blood is still dripping out from Brute's "attack". My life is a mess.. I've lost to three bitches and I lost my own dignity. I regret so much I've lost track.

After about an hour, or two, the three come back.. with someone else. I quickly close my eyes.

"Well well well. Isn't the three rowdys?" The new person says coldly, "Big shots, huh?"

I hear laughter, evil menacing laughter.

The lights turn on, I still have my eyes tightly shut.

"Watch this.." Someone says.

I hear someone groan. I open my eyes and see Boomer getting kicked in my head by Brat. Everyone is laughing except the new person. Their head is turned away and all I see is dark hair.

The person turns and I recognize her instantly.

Buttercup...why?

She glares at me and smirks. Probably amused by my condition. She's wearing a belt, a new belt. Her compact is pine green like her shirt. She's holding a gigantic ax behind her back.

"Wow. You girls did good. Just one thing is wrong.."

"What?" They ask.

"You forgot to kill them." She says and they all cackle.

She looks directly at me and mouths;

this is sweet revenge, bitch.

Berserk throws a brick at Brick, "If his name is Brick...why doesn't he look like one?" Brat laughs hysterically.

"Hold on. Untie them. Let's play good cop, bad cop.", Brat says.

Later:

They ripped off the duct tape, which hurt like hell.

We all sat next to each other, chained to our chairs which was chained to the ground.

"Talk.", Brute said gently pressing the knife across my cheek, "And you won't get hurt. Well no promises."

"About what.." Rookie mistake, Brute pressed the blade even harder.

"Talk about the Plans!", she yelled.

"It's not fair!" Boomer yelled, "Four against three!"

Brat laughed, "So what if we have two Greens, suck it up."

Buttercup just stared at the wall behind us. I wonder what she's thinking about...her friends? Her family? Her old life?

Suddenly a sharp pain went up my spine. I saw Berserk hold a belt. She started to whip Brick and then Boomer. I saw them cringe.

"So, what should her name be? I'm thinking Bandit." Berserk rolled her eyes at Brat.

"No, it should be like... beast or bear." Berserk said.

"Why can't choosing a name be easier!", Brute yelled.

I watched Buttercup, or whoever she is, just stand there with an intense expression.

"No. How about Blade. Or something."

They all nodded.

"Yeah that's best."

"So it's decided, our newest member; Blade."

They all clapped while Brute handed her a large knife, "Do the honors."

They all smirked as she raised the weapon and it started to glow and spark green.

Blade walked over and all of a sudden everything went black.

Thanks! More later!

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