Chapter 2: Fight
Not long after they'd exited the lab, the girls were already suiting up to leave. Rain continued to pour, only seeming to increase as time went on. If anyone was still outside, they would've headed inside by now.
However, for the Powerpuff Girls, their day was far from over.
They knew the Rowdyruff Boys would be angry at Boomer's disappearance and would know the girls had taken him. Who else would've? The girls had learned from their past plan and decided that a straight-on ambush would be their best bet at taking the Rowdyruffs down for good. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup stood in front of their bedroom windows, ready to fly out. They shot each other a determined look as their silent way of saying 'good luck.' And with that, they took to the sky.
The girls flied steadily, looking out over the city. They hoped no more crime happened while they were fighting the boys. Blossom furrowed her brows. Even if the boys were down one brother, that didn't mean that she and the others should let their guard down that easily. The Rowdyruff boys were their counterparts, after all. They were still powerful. There was nothing more dangerous than getting too comfortable in a fight.
Not long after going outside, the girls were soaked through. Their wet hair flapped in their face as they flew, and their clothes grew heavy with water. Blossom squinted against the rain stared out at the sun bobbing just above the horizon. Its burning orange embers were covered by the dismal gray of the rainclouds, giving Townsville a gloomy look of foreboding. She frowned, knowing that it might be a long time before they headed home, considering how long their fights with the Boys usually dragged out to.
Soon, the woods containing Fuzzy's cabin came into view, and the girls sped up. They scanned the forest until their eyes located the rickety wooden structure. When they spotted it, Blossom signalled for Bubbles and Buttercup to follow her. They made a slow but steady descent, sure not to alert the boys to their entrance. As if sensing the oncoming ambush, the pouring rain seemed to fall even harder. The rain pelted the ground and the roof of the cabin, testing the structure's rotted wood.
Blossom crouched and stepped forward slowly until she was close enough to see through the house's front window. She leaned in to peer through it. From what she could see, Butch sat in the wooden rocking chair, playing on a- most likely- stolen Nintendo DS. Blossom was grateful for him being distracted. It'd make the ambush easier. However… where was Brick? Buttercup and Bubbles sidled up beside her and peeked inside, too. They looked at each other and nodded, having assessed the situation. Blossom ducked down and sat in the wet grass, her dress squelching beneath her. She rubbed her chin and furrowed her brows in thought. Just how was this ambush going to go?
She opened her mouth to whisper her plan but realized that there was no need considering how loud the rain was coming down. Any noise they made would be well-covered, anyways. She spoke loudly and freely, "Now, girls, we know Butch is in there, and he's currently distracted. The logical route is to take advantage of this and attack him now when he's least expecting it." She paused. "But… it might backfire if we don't know about Brick's whereabouts. If we just go for it now, Brick could come in at any time and surprise us. Which could ultimately… lead to our defeat." Blossom bit on the inside of her cheek. She didn't want to be reckless and barrel in there without being aware of Brick's location, but she also didn't want to wait too long and miss the chance to get Butch when there's a possibility that he was alone.
Beside her, Buttercup made a dismissive motion with her hand. She was already standing up. "Don't stress over it, Blossom. He's probably in his room or something, watching TV."
"I should stress over it, this could finally be our chance to take down the b-"
Buttercup didn't bother to let her finish and flew in front of the door.
Blossom's stomach dropped. "Buttercup!" she yelled, standing up, too. "Buttercup, wait! We still need to plan-"
And like a five year old charging for the last McDonald's chicken nugget, Buttercup rammed through the door at lightning speed with a loud warrior cry.
Blossom and Bubbles watched as she blasted into the room and went straight for Butch. He jumped a bit at the sound of the door flying off of its hinges along with the sound of it crashing to the floor. His surprise was instantly overshadowed by pain as Buttercup's fist connected with his face. He flew backwards and hit the top of the fireplace, just barely missing being tossed into its flames. He gasped as the wind was knocked from his lungs. Below him, his DS clattered to the floor.
Buttercup watched as he glanced over to it, his eyes going wide. She didn't give him any more time to think and quickly went back in, grabbing him by the collar and sending him flying across the room. He connected with the rotted wooden walls and let out a yell. Buttercup laughed and pumped the air with her fist at having landed two good hits on him.
She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. "What's wrong, Butch? Not fightin' back, huh?" she said, her tone mocking.
Butch stared at her for a few beats before finally speaking. His voice grew angrier and louder with each word. 'You… made... me… lose… THE LEVEL!" he shouted, spitting a little bit, much to Buttercup's dismay. In a flash, Butch's fist connected with Buttercup's chin, which sent her flying back into a window, shattering it. Buttercup let out a groan at the collision. She was spread out on the wet, muddy grass but quickly recovered and shot back up. She stared at him through the now-shattered window.
"That all you got? The Professor can hit harder than that!" she yelled back at him with a cocky grin as she rubbed the back of her head.
Butch stared back at her with grit teeth, shaking ever so slightly. But just like always, Butch's frown slowly stretched into a smile. He slowly raised his arms and leaned forward, his right eye twitching with excitement. "Oh, that? That was just a warm up, Butterbutthead."
Buttercup didn't have time to get offended at the lousy nickname because in an instant, he bolted forward and tackled her to the ground. She let out a yelp when his body collided with hers.
As they wrestled and flailed on the floor, Bubbles and Blossom finally rose from their spots to aid their sister.
"We're coming in, Buttercup!" Blossom yelled from above.
"Yeah!" Bubbles added. "Now get off of my sister, you… big green doo doo head!"
Bubbles immediately flew in and blasted Butch with her lasers, earning herself a loud yell.
Butch flew off of Buttercup and turned to face Bubbles with a grimace. He shot back at her with his own eye beams, making sure not to miss. She cried and fell back as his beams overpowered her. After knocking her back, he flew into the air and raised his arms defensively in case any of them were to charge at him. He looked over each of them as if analyzing them, his usual grin appeared on his face as he made eye contact with each of them. It could've been anger, nervousness, or excitement. Maybe even all of them in one! Any common sense for him to flee from the clear uneven match immediately flushed itself from his mind. His grin spread wider.
"So all three of ya, huh?" he yelled, his body twitching. He turned behind him to look at the house, as if waiting for someone to emerge. When nobody did, he turned back to them with a menacing look. "Well then… I guess I get to whoop all o' ya just by myself!"
The girls braced themselves, stepping forward with a fire in their eyes.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Butch. You're outnumbered!" Bubbles yelled.
Blossom made direct eye contact with Butch. "Butch, I'll give you the option to come with us peacefully-"
"Can it, pink eye!" he said gruffly.
Blossom deepened her glare and stiffened her jaw. So much for trying to be peaceful.
"I don't wanna hear anymore talkin'!" he groaned. "All I want is..." His eyes lit up. "...Battling!" He pounded his chest and laughed raucously before charging forward all of a sudden, eyes wide and tongue hanging out of his mouth.
The girls followed suit and bolted straight for him, their colored streaks trailing behind him. A rush of adrenaline tingled just beneath their skin as they charged head on with the most unpredictable Rowdyruff of them all.
Brick laid snug in his bed with his limbs laid out all around him as if he were a starfish. His hair was tangled beneath him from all the tossing and turning, and his hat was somewhere by his feet. Loud snores and a bit of drool escaped from his mouth as he slept.
Even though he was a villain, Brick made sure to get lots of "beauty sleep", as Boomer and Butch liked to call it despite Brick's angry threats to kick them out. With the rain raging outside and the sun dipping below the horizon, now seemed the perfect time for getting in somem nap time.
However, it was ruined by the body slamming through the roof and directly onto Brick's sleeping frame.
Brick awoke instantly on impact, shrieking and sputtering. "W-what the hell?!" he cried, swiping at Butch who was still laying on top of him. "Butch?! Get off of me, man! I'm tryin' to sleep!" He quickly shook off his grogginess and began coughing at the sawdust and rain coming in from the hole in the roof. He looked up and widened his eyes. His tone turned angry. "Jesus, dude! What are ya doing flying through our roof? You know we don't know how the hell to fix this!" Brick was about to yell at Butch more before three silhouettes became clear to him through the roof's gap. His eyes widened and searched around the bed for his hat. He spotted it and shoved it onto his head firmly before finally facing them. A scowl painted his features. "Well well well," he said with a shake of his hips. He tilted his head ever so slightly. "Just couldn't get enough of me, huh, babes? One fight with the Brickster couldn't satisfy you so you went and tracked me out here." Brick smirked and flicked his messy hair. "Pretty desperate if you ask me."
The girls all simultaneously rolled their eyes. They didn't have time for Brick's usual mindless spiel. Blossom flicked her eyes over to the horizon. The sun was almost fully hidden, and its golden light was fading fast. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and redirected her attention back to Brick. If they were gonna make it back home before their bedtime, they needed to skip all the nonsense talk. Bubbles and Buttercup followed her as she slowly descended onto the top of the roof. They all peered into the hole at Butch laid out on the bed in pain and Brick glaring up at them.
"Don't flatter yourself, Brick," she said firmly. "We're only here because your brother was dumb enough to try and rob a place on his own for the second time now." She narrowed her eyes. "We captured him. And now we're here for the both of you."
Brick scoffed and muttered, "Dammit, Boomer" under his breath. He turned back to Blossom with an intense glare. "Well, whatever. If you wanna capture us then you're gonna hafta drag us by our cold, dead hands! Right Butch?"
Butch shook his head vigorously to get the dust off of his head before nodding. "You got it, bro!" he exclaimed, hopping to his feet and into a fighting stance.
The boys and girls stared at each other intensely for a few seconds before letting themselves go. Their colored streaks flashed behind them as they bolted towards each other.
In a brilliant moment, the forest lit up in a flurry of red, green, and blue.
Butch locked his sights on Buttercup. Even in a fight where they were down one team member, his instincts kicked in and he went for his usual opponent. He kicked forward with his right leg, hitting Buttercup right in her cheek. The force sent her backwards a bit, but she quickly recovered with a barrage of punches. They all landed on Butch's upper torso with a lound, puncutated thunk. He grunted and bolted up to escape her hits. From his high vantage point, he shot lasers at her. She saw the attack coming and countered with her own eye beams. Both of them were on high alert.
As the two fought, Blossom and Bubbles were left to go after Brick. They flew around each other for a few moments, taking their time to assess their opponent. Brick studied them both carefully, not used to taking two puffs at once. He side-eyed Butch and saw how his hands were filled fighting Buttercup. Brick let out a shaky exhale. He was on his own this time.
He smirked at the girls to mask the small anxiety he felt at the situation.
Be cool, Brick. You're the leader. You're in charge. You can take 'em, he thought to himself. Feeling reassured by his mini pep talk, he finally charged in. Hm. Pigtails over there looks easier to take down. Satisfied by his decision, he landed his first kick on Bubbles.
She let out a high-pitched squeal, making Brick grin. Just as he went to retract his leg, she grabbed onto it with an iron grip and venom in her eyes. Bubbles swung him around and sent him flying into the nearest tree. Brick let out an 'oof' as he hit the hard bark.
He rubbed his head and brushed the wood dust from his body. He wasn't given long to recover, though, since Blossom and Bubbles were already back in mere seconds. In an instant, two pairs of fists were pummeling him into the tree. It shook with the constant impact, sending leaves and small branches raining down.
Brick's anger grew with each punch. "Get- offa- ME!" he shrieked. His hyper-voice came out on the last word, and the girls covered their ringing ears at the sound, shrinking back a little. Brick took the opportunity to fly away. "Man," he said, furrowing his brows. "This is a lot harder than I thought it'd be." He searched the area for Butch again, albeit a little more desperately than before. He spotted him by a patch in the floor, pummeling Buttercup into the mud. They were both covered in scratches and dirt. He seemed to be having more luck than him in this battle. Brick peeked behind him to check on the girls. By now they'd recovered from Brick's yell and were gaining on him. "Crap," he muttered. He sped up a little bit, hoping to get to Butch in time.
Luckily, his headstart proved to be useful. He landed quickly next to Butch and spoke in a quick flurry, "Hey bro, ya done yet? You should help me whoop those dumbo girls over there, they can't get enough of me! It's almost sad-"
His words were cut off by a swift kick in the back that sent him face-first into the dirt. He sputtered as mud and grass entered his mouth. Probably some bugs, too. Brick's eyes watered as he frantically scraped the intruders from his mouth. Being forced to eat dirt was Boomer's thing, not him!
"You…" he whipped around to see Bubbles smiling at him. A fire lit inside of him and he charged. "I'm gonna pull your pigtails out, girly!" he snarled, his eyes dilating.
She tilted her head cutely at him. "Oh, really?" she said in her excruciatingly high-pitched voice. In that moment, Brick felt that it sounded akin to nails on a chalkboard. "Well, you're gonna have to deal with that, first!" Bubbles pointed to something behind him.
Brick's eyes widened. "Wh-"
Unsure if it was a trick or not, he turned around just in time to see Blossom with a sizable tree trunk in her arms.
"Take this!" she yelled before swinging it towards him with all the power she could muster.
Brick barely had time to react. His muscles tensed as he deadpanned, "Oh you damn b-"
The trunk slammed down on his head, and in a flash, he was ten feet under. Much to his dismay, even more dirt entered his mouth at the descent. He felt soil and gravel crashing against his tightly closed eyelids. He continued down, unable to grab onto anything to stop himself. He might've gone even deeper down if his head hadn't slammed into a rock hidden deep beneath the ground. The rock collided with his forehead, and Brick's whole body stopped with a loud clunk.
"Crap crap crap!" he hissed. He turned around in the deep hole and applied pressure onto his forehead. His body convulsed at the contact. "Damn, that hurt!" He kicked his legs and bit on his bottom lip as he tried to cope with the pain. He slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the scant light pouring into the hole. Two pairs of eyes stared down at him, and some rain trickled in as well. "I'm gonna get you for that, Blossy!" he snarled as he shakily got to his feet. Even now, he couldn't falter. Nothing so small like a pounding headache could keep him from going.
Up above, the girls stared at him and took in his words. Bubbles whistled. "Dang Blossom, good hit!" she said high-fiving her sister.
"Thanks!" she replied with a graceful flip of her hair. "Ahah, I try my best, you know." She directed her attention back to the hole Brick was stuck in. "Now I'll just freeze him and-"
"Blossom!" Buttercup rasped from behind her, "watch out!"
Blossom wasn't one to ignore her sisters' warnings and flew up into the air at the perfect moment. She looked below her to see Butch's body fly past the spot where she just stood. Although she dodged it, Bubbles was right in his line of vision. He tackled her to the ground, sending the both of them sliding in the dirt. Grass and mud stained their clothes and fallen twigs scratched at their exposed skin.
Butch quirked a brow at his catch. "Not who I was going for, but close enough!" He wrapped his arms around Bubbles's neck and flew high into the air, leaving Blossom and Buttercup screaming behind him. Rain flew into his eyes as he flew, but he didn't care. Bubbles wriggled and thrashed in his grasp while screaming loudly, trying her best to get free. He grit his teeth as his ears popped and rang with the shrill sound, but he stood his ground. He only halted when he was as high in the sky as he wanted. Knowing there'd be at least one Powerpuff on his tail, Butch didn't waste any time. He turned to Bubbles and smiled at her slyly. "Now then, piggy, let's play a game of toss!" he purred, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Bubbles shrieked as Butch reeled his arm back. "Aaand…" He threw her with all of his might, his teeth clenching with the movement. "Touchdooown!" he roared, pounding his chest as he watched her being flung through the air.
The force was so great Bubbles couldn't fight against the pressure. Her arms were pressed flat against her body, and she closed her eyes as the wind rushed past her. She couldn't help but open her mouth to scream despite the ground that would surely be waiting for her below. She thought she heard Buttercup's concerned yelling somewhere along the way as she shot through the air, but she couldn't be sure with her eyes tightly shut. Bubbles felt her mouth going dry and voice growing hoarse.
It was a mere three seconds when she finally made contact with the ground and formed her own hole right next to Brick's. Despite the circumstances, Butch's aim was actually quite impressive.
By the time Bubbles collided with the ground, Brick had finally poked his head out from his hole in the ground, head pounding and limbs aching. "S-stupid… girls... I'll... end... you… all...," he managed to cough out between deep breaths.
The greens were quick to make their descent back down to the ground. While Buttercup had chased after Butch to see what he was up to, Blossom had stayed down to keep Brick in check. Seeing Brick crawling out of his hole, she quickly made her way over to Bubbles who was recovering from her own burial.
"Bubbles!" she yelled into the hole, concern clear in her voice. "Are you alright?"
Bubbles was silent for a few moments, still trying to push down the splitting pain spreading throughout her body. "Y-yeah!" she called back, wincing a little bit as she rubbed her head. "I'm alright! I'm coming out!" She got to her feet and slowly but surely made her way up.
Blossom was there to grab her hand and support her as she emerged. Bubbles shook the dirt from her body and made sure to ruffle her hair for any stray particles. Beside them, Brick scowled. The one clear advantage of fighting off villains every single day was that you learned how to recover quickly. Soon after, Buttercup landed, followed by Butch. The boys made eye contact with each other, as did the girls. Blossom finished helping brush Bubbles off and sent her sisters a swift nod. They nodded back and flew into the air.
"Girls!" she yelled over the pouring rain. "Ultimate Trifecta, now!"
Brick quirked a brow and scoffed. "They give their moves fancy names, huh? What a buncha lamos."
They didn't have time to be offended by dumb insults. The comment rolled right off their backs as the girls flew together in a tight circle. Their pace quickened with each cycle until their bodies emitted a bright, blinding ball of light.
Brick's eyes widened. "Oh, crap!" He turned to Butch frantically and pulled himself out of his hole. "Dude, they're doing that, uh, stupid, spinny move! The one we did when we were first revived!"
Butch turned to his brother, eyes widening. "Didn't we counter that move by doing it ourselves?"
"Yeah, yeah!" he sputtered, waving his hands frantically. "Now quit blabbin' and hurry up and do it with me!" He turned to his other side. "And you too, Boomer-" Brick cut himself off and froze. His mind caught up with his body, and his lips parted as it dawned on him. They didn't have Boomer. They couldn't counter the girls' move effectively. They were screwed.
He turned back to the girls who were still flying in fast circles. The light grew bigger and more intimidating with every passing second.
Butch shrank back as he realized the gravity of the situation, his tone serious for once as he turned to his brother. "C-come on, dude! You're the leader! What do we do?"
Brick could only stare as their attack gained in power. "Shut up! L-let me think!" Brick rubbed at his temples, his mind drawing a blank. "We… we can't… we can't do it without Boomer," he muttered, voice getting panicked. He turned to Butch with frantic eyes. "We- I- we have to run!"
"Aw man," Butch sighed. "Runnin' away from a battle twice in one day? We're makin' ourselves look like real sissies-"
"Shut UP!" Brick yelled, voice climbing in pitch and losing its usual cocky lilt. "Who cares about lookin' like sissies right now?!" He grabbed Butch's hand and began flying away. "If we get hit with that-" He pointed at the gigantic flurry of light that the girls had been charging up for the past minute. By now it had lit up the forest around them, sending small zaps to the air around them. "-we're toast!" He trained his eyes forward. "And no way in hell am I getting captured! Not like that- idiot, Boomer!" Brick cursed under his breath. "If he were here, we woulda been able to counter their attack no problem!"
Butch cocked a brow. "Well, weren't we the ones who sent him out in the first p-"
BOOM!
Butch couldn't finish his sentence due to the explosion of light behind them. They both cried out as their small bodies were caught in its range. Electricity jolted up their spines and through their limbs, jump starting their hearts. They felt on fire. The pain was amplified by the falling rain and the wet clothes clinging to their bodies. It seemed like the first time they were ever hit with that attack, and man did it hurt. Boomer was always there to help deflect it when the girls tried to use it, but this time, they were on their own. Brick curled his fists and grit his teeth to try and withstand the pain. His eyes watered and drool slipped out of his mouth involuntarily.
Butch proved a little more lucky. Just as the first spark hit him, he body instinctively put up his force field, surrounding his body in a little green safe haven. Although he still got shocked quite a bit, the shield deflected a majority of the attack, leaving him mostly unaffected. He couldn't deny his giggles as he watched Brick get shocked. Sure it wasn't something he should laugh at, but the faces Brick made were pretty funny. He'd never tell Brick, though, lest he want to join Boomer in getting constantly picked on.
Finally, the light subsided, and the forest was plunged back into quiet darkness, save for the rain. Then, as if on cue, Brick fell from his spot in the sky like a swatted fly and landed somewhere in a nearby bush.
His giggles came to a halt as his amusement shifted to panic. "Crap," Butch gasped, dropping his shield. He looked back out towards their cabin and saw the girls regaining their grasp on the situation after finishing their attack. If there was any possibility that he and Brick could escape, they had to do it now. And fast. Swearing quietly all the way, Butch slowly floated down to the ground to search the bushes, careful not to leave behind his green streak. "Brick!" he hissed. "Brick, where the hell are ya, dude! We need to get out of here! Those damn girls are gonna see us!"
He pushed through the greenery and past the many branches. An exhausted groan floated to him on the wind. Butch whipped his head around and floated towards it. He found Brick laying facedown on the forest floor, his clothes ripped and fried from the electricity.
"Geez, dude! You coulda said something sooner." Butch cautiously peeked behind him to check on the status of the girls. They were searching around the shack for any sign of them, most likely assuming they hadn't tried to fly away during their charge-up.
Butch sucked in a breath and silently thanked Brick for grabbing them out of there when he did. If he hadn't, they'd both be property of the Powerpuff Girls by now. He used his time wisely and roughly hefted Brick onto his shoulders, earning him a half-hearted groan from Brick. Butch was sure that if he were at full health right now, Brick would be yelling at him to quit being a sissy and to put him down. Due to his exhaustion and being fried half to death, Brick remained silent and allowed himself to be carried. Butch took a final peek of the shack they'd stolen from Fuzzy. He knew it'd be the last of it that any of his brothers would be seeing for a long time. And with that, he took off deeper into the forest with his gravely injured brother at his side.
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