A/N: I still don't own The Powerpuff Girls! Curses! I do own Zee, Bri, and Bobbie. Oh, and Let's just assume Snake and Ace can read. M 'Kay? ON WITH THE STORY!

Bri's P.O.V.

"Come on!" Bobbie said, a few days later, urging me to keep walking.

"Bobbie, can I just go to the bank to with-drawl some money? Please?" I asked, half annoyed at my young cousin.

"Fine!" Bobbie said, crossing her arms. We walked into the bank, and just as Bobbie and I got to the front of the line, I heard, "Alright! This is a hold up!"

I turned and saw one of the last faces I wanted to ever see again, the face of my ex, Devin. "Oh. Hello Brianna," He said, giving me an evil smile.

"Devin," I said, rolling my eyes, "I see your bones have healed."

"Yeah! No thanks to you when you pushed me off a cliff!" Devin shouted, pointing his gun at me.

I chuckled and said, "That was fun. Wasn't it?" I shooed Bobbie away from me. I didn't want her to get hurt.

"No! I was in the hospital for almost five months! Then again, the nurses were really pretty," He told me.

I smiled at him. Bobbie was out of my sight, meaning she was also out of his sight. At least she'll be safe. I laughed and said, "I hope that fall to the ground hurt! You were always a jerk to me."

"Oh? How?" Devin asked.

I rolled my sleeve up. "Butcher's knife. Ring any bells?" I asked, "Or is your little mind to stupid to remember something that you did to me?"

He aimed the gun at me in anger. "I'll shoot!" He said.

"Ha! Yeah right! The butcher's knife was an accident! You wouldn't have the guts to do it! You could never hurt me by yourself. You always hired a gang!" I said while laughing. Then, he shot.

I felt the bullet rip through my chest, go out my back, and the blood trickle down my chest. I chuckled and I fell to the ground. I chuckled as Devin and his friend robbed the bank and left with the money. The pain was intense, but I just kept chuckling, even as the ambulance took me away to the hospital. Whenever I felt great pain, I always laughed. I have never cried out when I'm in great pain. I don't know why. It's just me.

Bobbie's P.O.V.

The nice police woman was questioning me. She asked for a picture of Bri just as Zee ran up to me. "Bobbie! I heard what happened! Officer, is it true what happened to Bri?" Zee asked.

"Yes ma'am, it is," The police woman told Zee, "We're going to need a picture of Bri for the newspaper to run articles on."

Zee nodded and handed the officer a picture of a younger version of Bri, a younger version of herself, and a young boy with black hair. "I'm sorry. That's the only photo I have of Bri on me right now. The white haired girl is Bri, I am the girl with black hair, and the boy next to Bri is Sanford. We were all about twelve at the time," Zee told the officer.

The officer took the photo and nodded. "Thank you Miss," The officer told Zee.

"Zamora," Zee told the officer.

"Thank you Miss Zamora, the police department will get back to you on the condition of your friend later," The officer said walking away.

"Come on Bobbie. Let's go home while we wait," Zee said taking my hand, "While we wait for news about Bri."

The tears swelled up in my eyes and fell down my cheeks as we walked to Bri's house.

*24 Hours Later*

News Stand

Snake's P.O.V.

I picked up the paper for Ace as usual, when I saw the top headline on the front of the newspaper. It said in big letters, 'TEENAGER SHOT AT BANK!'. Under it was a picture of when I was twelve or somethin' standing next to a girl with white hair, and next to her was a girl with black hair.

As I walked back to the small shack me and the rest of the green gang call our home, I kept readin' the paper. It said, "A teenage girl by the name of Brianna Madison was shot yesterday afternoon by a robber. She came out of critical condition this morning, as the bullet was mere millimeters away from her heart."

"Brianna Madissson, Brianna Madissson," I said with my lisp, "Where have a heardsss that name?"

I kept readin'. The page said, "In the picture above is Brianna Madison, Zamora Meson, and Sanford D. Ingleberry." I practically ran back to the shack and plopped the paper on Ace's lap, waking him up from a nap.

"Aye! Snake! Wha did ya do that fors?" Ace, our leader, asked me.

"Jussst readsss the main article," I told him.

He did so, and he raised an eyebrow at me. "So?" He asked, "So a chick gots shot. Big whoop."

"Look at the picturesss," I told him, "Read the headline."

"Really? He don't even look like ya," Ace told me.

"That wasss from three yearsss ago. Ssshe wasss the girl you toldsss me to ssstrangle!" I exclaimed.

"Oh? Well," Ace said before slapping me.

"Accce!" I hissed, completely annoyed with 'im, "She's in da hossspital nowsss, and you're gonna help me look for 'er."

"Oh?" Ace asked getting to his feet and standing at his full height, "And what makes you say that?"

"Ten bucksss," I said, talking the moneys out of my pocket.

"Deal," Ace said snatching the moneys from me. Then, we went to the hospital.

A/N: Nicky: I hope you liked this chapter! I decided that Snake most likely doesn't think with a lisp. He may think with his accent, as I think with my accent. Any ways, Review if you liked, and if you do, you're awesome!