3/17/16 All chapters are being revised and edited. Expect new chapters by next week!
Careful Blues
The nurse hurried over to the tools laid out on the metal plate and prepared to hand the scissors to the Professor. Bubbles was near finished in labor but her son proved to resist the force she used to push.
"You're almost there, Miss Bubbles, just one push!"
Bubbles never once felt weak in battle. She never once felt her limbs ache, or her muscles grow loose, but this pregnancy proved to be her toughest fight. She pushed with all her might only to feel her son's refusal to enter into the real world. Her lungs scratched each time she yelped out from the pain. Her body's natural reaction to injury began to work to heal the nerves but the reaction time was too slow to ease her pain.
"Give me one big push!"
"Oh! I'm try—tryin—OH GOSH!"
The Professor stood behind the glass window that separated the labor room. Blossom insisted she hold Bubbles hand knowing very well that her sister's strength could break her creator's hand. He looked on at the scene, proud of the strong leader he created her to be. Blossom was his precious creation and daughter, and she did all she could to be there for her sisters. He looked on as Blossom began comforting her sweating, panting sister by holding her hand and easing her pain by caressing her forehead. It seemed to settle Bubbles despite the volume of her shouts.
Then, the moment all of Townsville had been waiting for had finally arrived. The pure image of a pale, wrinkled, bloody baby made his way into Bubbles' memories. Her doctor held the boy delicately, allowing for Bubbles to see her son before the nurse wrapped him into a towel to take him to get cleaned. Bubbles' head fell back upon the pillow once her son exited the room.
"You're the toughest sister I know," Blossom reached for a towel to wipe her drenched sister.
Bubbles giggled, her whole body tingled with relief, excitement, and an incredible feeling that she couldn't explain. The entire world as she knew it had reshuffled, changed in just moments after she welcomed her first child. All that raced through her mind was the image of her son.
Innocent, fearful, and amazingly pale—his skin had competed against her own and the hint of mane upon his head reminded her gravely of his father. She began to wonder the darkness to his eyes. Whether he had been born with her light shade or his father's pitch orbs. Her growing passion to lay eyes once more on her son became immense.
That's when she realized that this was true love and true desire. This was what the Professor read to her about as a child from her fairy tale stories and lectured her about as a teenager. Her son was her one and only.
Brick landed back onto a pavement he almost felt a stranger to. Only months had passed since he last stepped onto the sidewalk he once called home. A home he had no regrets of destroying. He smirked evilly at the emptiness of Townsville's once bustling streets. He knew the citizens had cowered in terror just at the sight of his blood streak in the skies. He felt empowered knowing that his figure never left the memories of Townsville's citizens.
"Bet they saw us comin',"
"Shut it, Butch,"
Butch obeyed his leader. He silently followed his brother, stalking down the isolated area. Brick examined his surroundings and soon came to realize that a nearby electronics store's television was too loud for just an advertisement. He flew over to the store, setting his eyes on the crowded area on the screen. His attention caught onto the woman who made her way into the camera lens.
Her red hair, elegant pink eyes, and soft complexion made Brick's mind begin to plan out its malicious deeds. He could remember the image of her torn, bloody flesh against a building the last time they faced each other. She was a tough, sniveling enemy that gave him all the entertainment he could ever need.
Watching her fight against his grip and bravely spit out insults to his character made a smirk paint his lips. He could smell the hate she held for him. She was the only being to ever refuse to submit to his stimulating savageness. She did so to defend her puny place as his enemy: fighter of good, threat to evil. She dared to question his strength and abilities.
Even his own creator, Mojo, submitted to his power. The monkey knew very well the growing power of the aging male. Even her own sisters steered clear of battling against him every time they encountered each other. His own brothers knew of the evil he was capable of. Even HIM understood his place below the redhead.
But the pitiful, good ginger defied his authority. She offended his might and spit at his power and Brick recalled that he never got around to proving to her just how sinister he truly was. Now, he could prove to her just how sinister he truly became.
"We're here at Townsville Emergency Center—"
The many pieces of the damaged street that broke away from the sheer charge of Brick's streak flew in Butch's direction. He shielded his eyes, his arms being cut from the broken cement. His small injuries healed instantly. Butch kept his eyes on his brother's red path, preparing himself for launch.
"—Awaiting for the arrival of our new heroin mother, Bubbles Utonium! The admirable leader of the trio, Blossom, has just stepped out of the Emergency Center with the equally admirable scientist, the Professor!"
Blossom blushed, "You're too kind, please, ask any questions you'd like!"
The anchor continued, "Wonderful! What gender is the baby?"
"He's a handsome boy!"
The Professor came through, "Darling, maybe we should get goi—"
"Already knocked up, ain't we?"
The crowd of nosy citizens turned their attention at the sudden dark, low voice. Blossom set her eyes on a man who hovered in the air, looking down at the scene with a wickedness only one boy could master. She gasped, unknowingly clenching the Professor's coat too tightly.
He descended to the ground, eyes never faltering away from Blossom's figure. He marched up to her shocked scent, pushing past shaken citizens. When he did push, he didn't hold back any pent up strength. The citizens he pushed had flown back from the force as other citizens felt paralyzed in fear. He would still have enough strength left for Blossom.
Blossom's spark of duty brought courage to her voice, "You have no business returning to Townsville."
"Business? No, babe, I just have unfinished business,"
"Leave, you monster,"
"And if I don't?"
"I'll have to make you,"
"Then how 'bout I see what you got."
Her hard sister entered the room. Bubbles lifted her head at the sound of entrance, coming to a smile at her sister's being. She then noticed the bundle in her arms too eagerly.
"Please," she breathed out, still feeling the outcome of child birth.
Buttercup walked over to her sister's bedside, softly lowering her nephew into his mother's arms. Truthfully, she now couldn't blame Blossom for being crazy about the brat. He wasn't a cry baby as she expected him to be. He was silent, calm, and asleep.
"Oh, baby, shhh, mommy's here,"
Buttercup wrinkled her face in disgust, "Geez, he really does have only a face a mother could love!"
"Quit it, Buttercup, you know he's precious,"
"Not at all," Buttercup sat at the end of the bed, "Do you have a name for him?"
Bubbles pondered over a name, all the while never looking away from her son's wake and the sight of his obscure, blue eyes.
"Shut that trap of yours, babe, and feed me,"
Blossom suddenly felt the air around her become heavy as Brick closed his fist around her neck, choking her as he banged her against the hospital wall. Her head bounced off the wall slightly from the impact, his mouth inches from her ear.
"I've been starving for murder,"
He gripped at her graceful, ginger hair that framed her body with its length. He pulled down roughly, receiving a cry and yelp from her enclosed throat. She reached up to rip his hand off her throat but Brick had been awaiting for this reaction.
Pulling her body away from the wall, he let her figure go, preparing for a kick to her abdomen. He waited for a sound of her pain before landing the blow. The blockage of oxygen to her lungs made her brain fragile and too slow to understand his intentions. Before she could regain herself, she was sent flying from his kick, blood flying out of her mouth.
Boomer watched as the fifth tree came falling down to the ground. He flew to another trunk, releasing his anger on nature. The bark ripped away in chunks, Boomer intent of making this tree fall. It symbolized his emotions. He was falling.
Falling far away from his brothers, his sanity, along with his own place in the darkness. He felt his stomach curl as he envisioned her body once more. The image of her nudity proved to Boomer that the evil he was born into could crumble at the sensation of lust and the sight of a forbidden beauty.
Boomer loathed the lust, he wanted to murder the beauty. Even more, he loathed the fact that she was the only one he had ever laid with and that fact only made the hunger to murder her grow.
Her body trembled. His burning, barbaric hands grabbed at her wrists. He pulled them over her head, her body sprawled upon the street many feet away from the hospital. He climbed on top of her, his thirst for blood aching.
"So this is what it takes to shut you up?"
Blossom's legs began to lift, her knees bending.
"This is what I got to do to—!"
Blossom's incredible healing gave her enough power to finally retort. She mocked Brick's attack by gripping his thick hair, throwing him by the strands off of her bruised body. She looked up at the floating Brick who now promised himself to end her. The blood on her lips didn't cease to poor out of the cracks.
"No, Brick, is this what it takes to shut you up? Because you're in for a real battle."
The two sisters felt the shake of the unknown impact of Blossom against the wall.
"Was that an earthquake?" Buttercup looked around, finding that the environment lay too quiet.
Bubbles' room was located on the highest floor, making Bubbles feel a slight worry.
"Everyone's outside and my window is open. They would have made some noise,"
Before Buttercup could confirm the cause, Bubbles' hospital door ripped off its hinges. It was thrown in Buttercup's direction by one mighty hand. Bubbles brought her son to her chest, coming to face a clearly capable threat. Buttercup dodged the flying weapon by inches, facing the male who held a nurse captive in his hold.
"So these are the bitches now,"
He threw the nurse behind him, the crash upon the wall making her lifeless body fall heavily to the ground. Buttercup stared at the dead nurse before looking up to the vicious male. He ignored her blonde sister, eyes settled on her firm, built appearance. His fitness rivaled hers and the male anatomy proved to be more defined in muscles and strength.
Buttercup, with the knowledge of her sister's now limited abilities, immediately flew to fly Bubbles and her nephew to safety. But Butch never was caught off guard and he flew after Buttercup. Bubbles screamed as she witnessed her sister caught in the hands of the threatening man. His fingers bore into the skin of her ankles, pulling her to him.
Buttercup speedily latched onto the bed's frame, resisting the strength of her opponent. He growled in fury, a fist filled with brutal power being slammed into her waist. Buttercup let go of the frame as the injury's sting rushed through her nerves. Her whole body came crashing down to the ground. Butch dragged her by the ankles, drawing her weakened body closer and closer to the open window.
She was limp enough to fall. He lifted her up, throwing her out the window as Bubbles now became his priority. He faced her presence, smirking at the bundle in her arms.
"So you're the one who got knocked up? Heh, innocent my ass,"
He headed toward her.
"Who fucked you up?"
His moist skin twitching with every step.
"Ex-boyfriend?"
Bubbles was no match against the ruthless threat, not in the way her sister was.
"Dad—fuck!"
Butch laid his gaze on the bundle's visage. He must be hallucinating. The baby's face bore a striking resemblance to his small, incapable brother, Boomer. His eyes, as dark as Boomer's, stared directly at him. Butch tried to look away but as he stood purely taken in his place, the only sensation running through his body was the sensation to kill Boomer.
"Don't you hurt my baby! Don't you look at him!"
Butch finally ripped away, his brows narrowed as he found Bubbles' feared face. She sounded brave but Butch had seen past the greatest facade of bravery. Bubbles stood no chance in pretending before the uncontrollable, animal ruff.
"If you want to hurt anyone, hurt me! But don't you dare touch my baby..."
Butch had no time to respond, for a cloud of purple smoke entered the room. He met the face of a villain who once became his savior and father. The figure's wicked smile lifted and he paid no attention to Butch's form.
"Oh, dear, it won't be Butch who takes your child,"
Bubbles could only mutter the name, "Butch," before her newborn son's cries alerted her of the enemy who peered above her.
His claw hand came down on her, striking her cold and knocking her out. The crying boy came into the warmth of HIM's arms. The devilish villain comforted the upset child, acknowledging the form of the matured, powerful Rowdyruff.
"If you want me to spare your life you'll find Brick and bring him to me," HIM disappeared in his purple cloud of smoke, reappearing inches away from Butch, "And you'll muster none of this knowledge to Boomer."