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Careful Blues

Surrounded by nature, Blossom landed on her spine. For her fragile body, the fall nailed her to the earth. Not an ounce of energy lay in her bones. Chemical X began to work its wonders but she had allowed herself to be injured brutally by Brick, and the healing would take too long. Pink, focused eyes attached to Brick's fallen outline. The ruff had presented all he could in battle before he reached a similar fate.

They had waved their white flags in silence. Brick hadn't won and Blossom hadn't lost. The wisest among leaders, sisters, and brothers couldn't avoid the reality of an eventual defeat. They both lay upon the grass far–very far—from each other. Brick ignored the frankness of his predicament. He simply couldn't accept this version of a loss.

He'd collect his energy before she did, he knew of it, but Blossom forced herself to rise. Brick sensed the movement in the soil, snarling. Despite her injuries, she launched herself into the air. He was abandoned to the quietness of nature. He had been so sure that he'd gather the energy to fly before the wench, but she had served to prove him wrong.

Once the life to his muscles returned, he would hunt her down.

Boomer pressed his back to an intact tree trunk. The churl and twisting of his stomach gave him the freedom to rest. He leaned all his weight backward, wandering off into the realm of sleep. If it weren't for a coarse grunt he would have already begun dreaming.

He separated from the tree. The grunts arose to sound desperate. Boomer listened carefully, a feeling of familiarity to the sounds. He stepped over Fuzzy's body to track down the sound's exact spot. They grew in volume as he came closer, the sounds sounding frustrated.

"Ah..Oh..Uh—oh!—I'll fuck that bitch!"

Boomer discovered the location of the sounds. The maker struggled to support his weight on his sprained ankles. He watched his leader balance himself upright the best he could. Brick had suffered enough and Boomer made his way to his side.

Boomer greeted him with, "Shut up." as he lifted his arm over his shoulder.

Brick hadn't regained the life to tear from his brother, who to him, was nothing more than his subordinate. He let his body make the decisions and it decided to accept Boomer's aid. He led him to a nearby tree, throwing his leader upon the ground. Brick's mouth open to emit no sound to the pain surging from the uncaring aid of Boomer. He hoisted Brick up easily to sit upright against a tree.

"Did you run into a fucking super powered bear?"

The result of Boomer's harsh aid had left Brick to suffer more. When he realized that Brick was in no state to converse, he looked away. An overhead eagle entertained him during the healing time. Eagles weren't a rare sight in the forest and Moji always said that Boomer had the same courage and bravery as an eagle. Boomer sighed, a side of him tugging him away in the other direction. Then there was the other side, which pressed for a sign of gratitude. The blonde was aware that he'd act in favor to neither side.

"No," Brick's voice emerged, "I ran into the queen of the trio of bitches."

Boomer's pulse dropped. There was a skip of a beat beneath his chest.

"And guess what? One of them's got a little fucker."

Brick wouldn't know the severity of this insight until he would be faced with a deadly task by his long lost surrogate father.

Floating screens came into HIM's view. He sniffed the musky air, a content grin tickling his face. Home was the only safe haven; home's safety would be much needed in the days to come. Within HIM's sanctuary were flat screens that saw into the happenings of the world. These screens would allow him to keep updated on the outcome of today's events.

He would remain in his home until the boy matured. None of the living knew of his home and HIM was secure, certain that he'd raise the stolen boy to serve him. He was by far the most powerful creation he had ever held and it didn't require any intelligence to capture it. Muffling gurgles of comfort came from the new born.

HIM was certain that he'd be the most comfortable in his new home alongside his new father.

"My baby...," she stumbled across the tile, her fingertips doing their best to cling onto the marble counters, "Baby...,"

Her head spun. The hallway morphed into a hypnotic twirl. Bubbles continued to stumble, the Chemical X's faint healing beginning to ease her arms. After her most brutal battles against colossal sea monsters, Mojo's overgrown inventions, and many more cruel enemies, Bubbles had always healed within minutes.

She was now healing at a rate past an hour. With the loss of so much time, Bubbles feared she'd be too late to rescue her whole world.

"What kind of a shit joke is this!" Boomer had taken advantage of his leader's limpness.

Brick suffocated under his brother's crushing hold.

"Are you spitting out bullshit or is this true!"

Brick's lips touched to begin to respond. Through Boomer's dominance, Brick would never beg for mercy Or bow down to begin to beg. Saliva began to seep from his open mouth tha t was now moving in the same motions of a fish. Brick had incredible pride: he would never beg.

"This better be bullshit," Boomer tightened his hold before tearing off of his leader.

Brick gasped—gagged—putting a hand to his uneasy stomach. He was sure the contents would surface and he'd faint as he vomited. Boomer fixed his eyes on his pained leader.

"Don't tell me you're that weak!"

"Fuh...," Brick's curse ended before it began. He spit out his insides upon the grass.

Boomer lifted the corner of his upper lip.

"You really are nothing but bark, aren't you?"

Brick's sickness came once more and Boomer stood up. He gave a swift blow to Brick's side with the tip of his foot, watching him succumb onto the ground. Fuzzy's torture flashed in Boomer's mind.

"It must be a change for you when someone other than queen bitch is fucking you up." His heel turned, "I hope she fucking kills you before I do."

Boomer's hate for his brother is growing... Why is that?