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Careful Blues

Brick tore into Blossom's clothes with cannibalistic fists. His hatred for his ginger opposite ignited a flame that burned to be blown out. Brick's mighty punches dug into her stomach, legs, and entire being. She was now lower than he as he demonstrated his rage. This display should prove to her just who was stronger, wiser, and inevitable to become victorious.

But Blossom would have it another way. She caught the fist of the sinister leader, using the balance to bring her foot above her to connect her heel with his face. She kicked at her enemy multiple times, never once succumbing to the damage he caused her. Brick counted the time between her kicks in his aching head, using the her slight pause to react.

His free fist came to block her chance at another successful kick. He shielded the side of his face as her kick came to stop abruptly against his hand. With his only other fist imprisoned, Brick brought his head fiercely against her own, butting her painfully. The attack made her balance falter and her leg drop.

She felt the weight of her body falling through the height they fought upon. Brick flew down at her falling frame, landing several more fists into her mid-section. The blood she coughed out landed upon his skin and clothes from gravity. Brick recalled all the memories of being the failure to a victorious enemy every time he battled against Blossom.

This would be his chance to rekindle the reputation of his younger self, who he could witness vividly in his memory: shunned, underestimated, and an utter joke. He was far more capable of defeating Blossom than Mojo, greater than HIM at belittling the Powerpuff Girls, and wiser than the Professor by eliminating his precious creation.

They may have respected him and they may have acknowledged his true potential but deep down, Brick knew they humored themselves behind his back by labeling him as weak. The end to those memories would occur today. He was going to pummel the wisest, toughest super hero today. And that super hero, Blossom, would be the first to see of his evolved power.

"I've had 'nough of you, bitch!"

HIM caressed the side of Butch's face with the tip of his claw, noting the tension that gripped his body. His muscles flexed, controlling their barbaric responses to HIM's touch. Butch didn't welcome the closeness of HIM's flesh against his own and he knew he possessed little control over his abusive personality. HIM didn't fear the depths of hell, let alone the roughest ruff. He could sense Butch's objection and when his claw reached down to his neck, the ruff finally snapped.

He pounced onto HIM, giving no care to the bundle he carried. He restrained his roaming claw, crushing his wrist in his grasp. HIM felt the nerves cry out and he muffled a wince with a satisfied smirk.

His voice purred, "My boy, how you've grown,"

Butch growled, "I ain't 'fraid to murder you, don't think you're an 'xception,"

"Exception? Hell, I believe I'm far more than that," he struck Butch in a mature, sensitive area, "I'm your father, boy, show me respect you brat!"

His hands came to his injury's defense. Butch looked up to HIM with an aggressive glare. He had become weak from the strike and he felt the need to vomit. HIM caressed the back of the now calm baby through his warm blanket, looking over all of his features.

The baby's eyes were definitely eyes of evil. They were intensely obscure, yet the hue of a faint blue was evident. His skin remained delicate after birth and HIM noted that this feature was taken from his mother. The girls' had gentler skin that made them vulnerable to cuts and bruises quicker than the boys. His faint hair was incredibly light and HIM found himself realizing that its color was a fusion of both shades from his parents.

"So the two brats actually did share quite an intimate moment when they created you, didn't they?" HIM knew the response he'd receive was limited.

He picked up the boy's hand as softly as he could in the clutch of his open claw. He pressed down with little force, enough to pinch and puncture the boy's skin that took after his mother. The smell of blood was omniscient. He pressed down with more force, hoping to see the crimson liquid. The boy shifted in his hold, reacting to the pressure, but he hadn't punctured his skin. He pressed down with greater force, believing if he added any more he'd break all the bones in his tiny hand.

"My—my," he snapped up into a wide grin, "You truly are indestructible,"

Butch overheard HIM's analysis of the new born. He met HIM's eyes with his wide grin remaining plastered on his face.

"You'll have Brick do me the dirty work of killing off your brother,"

"What makes you think Brick's gonna do that for you?"

"Idiot boy," HIM laughed, "He won't be doing it for me, he'll be doing it for you,"

"He'd kill me b'fore I can finish akin'! You won't make me!"

"I can feel the want to end your shameful brother's life from the pulse in your veins," HIM lowered himself to Butch's gaze, "He's betrayed the evil you three share—he's betrayed you—by conceiving this child, and unless you want to feel the consequence of begging to save your brother's life, you'd make the right choice in killing him,"

Butch's heart pounded. Would he really fulfill HIM's murderous duty of murdering Boomer? Butch had erased Boomer's link of being his brother long ago and viewed Boomer as nothing but a liability to him and his true brother, Brick. Now that he knew he had created a child with one of their only enemies, he had more of a reason to end Boomer's life.

"You haven't become lower than the animal you truly are, haven't you, Butch?"

Butch breathed heavily, confused at the hint of hesitation he felt. Although the thrill of murdering one who had betrayed their very place as his own partner, and once brother, surged throughout his body.

"You're twitching, Butch."

The thrill overpowered the hesitation.

The Professor panicked in the arms of his daughter, Buttercup. She regained her strength after colliding with the rough cement of the street below. The Professor had fallen beside her in a fit of sobs, coughing out all he had witnessed to his recovering daughter. Buttercup watched the skies for any sign of Brick or Blossom's colors.

The sky was clear with no hint of pink or crimson. She made her final decision to search for her sister, fearing the worst may have happened to her well being. The Professor held his daughter back, letting her know that she needed to stay here and protect her sister.

"Bubbles!"

Her sister's name made her regain her memories of the encounter. She now broke away from the Professor's hold, preparing to launch herself to the highest level of the hospital to protect her family. The timing was too late as a purple cloud appeared in the center of the crowd. The event caught Buttercup's attention and she shouted once she noticed the blue bundle in the arms of the devil.

Standing beside the devil was a man who could have passed as his beast: Butch. Buttercup met his stare, snarling at her older enemy. The two equally uncontrollable, equally aggressive opposites glued on to each others' piercing stares. HIM stalked the path leading to Buttercup.

The Professor squeaked, "Is that my little hero?"

"Oh, I'm afraid he'll be far worse than that,"

Buttercup spoke to HIM, glaring at Butch, "Let my nephew go."

"If I let him go, he'll fall and we wouldn't want that to happen,"

"Hand him over," Buttercup forgot the twitching her counterpart suffered.

He twitched as if he was nothing more than a hungry beast, waiting for his signal to pounce on his meal. Buttercup knew whenever he'd receive his signal, she'd be his meal.

"I couldn't possibly do that," HIM enjoyed the rising tension between the two, "Butch,"

Buttercup pointed to Butch, "I'll kick your ass after I'm done with his,"

"Kill her."