A/N: All right guys. This story 'Blues and Greens' is now looking like it's going to go on for longer than I originally intended it to do. Now I have no problem writing it on and on but I know that many of you would want me to return to 'Deal with the Devil' and get onto the full scale HIM story that has got years of planning behind it rather then this story that I admit I'm sort of making up as I go along. Don't get me wrong I have the ending all planned out and the like but this chapter for example was changed completely several times.

It started off as being a chapter for Butch and Buttercup, then I changed it into one for Bubbles and Boomer, then into a sudden Princess attack and now it's turned into something all together different and much darker. Here is a glimpse into the crime underworld of the city of Megaville and the sheer ruthlessness of Princess.

But I digress…What I'm trying to say is that I have now put a new poll up on my account, despite the fact that a grand total of TWO PEOPLE actually bothered to answer the last poll. So…do you want me to continue this story or to take a break from it and continue with 'Deal with the Devil'? Your choice my friends….

But for now here is the new chapter. I hereby introduce a new villain, one of my own creations who will play somewhat of henchman for Princess and Mojo… Every villain needs a good old fashioned group of henchmen, don't you agree?

I'm actually rather proud of this chapter…

Chapter 4

Butcher

The crowd roared their approval as they watched the small buggy-like vehicle spin out of control as one of its front wheels shattered and went flying away, the torn remains smashing thorough a nearby store window. They cheered and whooped as the buggy commenced an obscured pattern of movement as the driver desperately tried to take back control of it, but to no avail. The air was filled with a horrific crash as the car was sent hurtling into the air as it struck a large ramp that had been placed across the street, painted into a midnight black so that it was all but invisible in the dark lighting that had fallen across the street after the streetlights had been painted over. There was a moments silence as the crowd held their breath and the buggy spun around and around in the air before the darkness was consumed by a large explosion that ripped the vehicle apart as it smashed against the ground. For a split second the driver could be heard screaming as first the engine erupted as the sparks caused by the friction of the buggy's impact ignited the fuel, then the whole vehicle disappeared in the strangely beautiful cloud of fire.

None of the crowd seemed to care as they watched the shrapnel from the buggy tear into the other nearby vehicles as they drove by at incredible speed. Huge chunks of burning metal ripped into the flesh of any exposed drivers or tore chunks out of vehicles, sending them into their own dance of no control before smashing against the walls of the nearby buildings before falling still, the surviving drivers desperately pulling themselves free. Cursing at their defeat and watching the other divers flying past them and vanishing into the darkness that wrapped across the rest of the street.

Just over a dozen of the twenty-odd vehicles managed to make it past the make shift road block of ruined cars, each moving at impossible speeds as they zigzagged around each other or bluntly tried to ram each other off the road. More cheers rose from the crowd as they watched vehicles that barley looked like they should be able to drive at all smashed each other of the road, some completely falling apart as the force of the collision broke whatever seals or bolts were holding them together and they simple seemed to disintegrate on themselves. There was no denying that some of the more unlucky drivers were not going to make it out in one piece but none of the crowd seemed to care, not even glancing back at the burning wreckage of the buggy that still had the now charred body of the driver within it save perhaps to toss an empty beer can on it like a make shift bonfire.

Finally, the few remaining cars made it round a large turn that nearly caused them to skid clean of the road and go smashing into the flimsy wooden stands that protected the crowd from certain death, not that the fear of death was stopping any of them from climbing over the stands as they cheered and yelled out, baying for more blood. Those nearer to the road were forced to retreat as they were struck by the wall of wind that the vehicles dispelled way they drove by, those that fell barley being able to roll out of the way of the oncoming machines, one man having the tip of his over the top Mohawk crushed flat by the front tire of a large, gold painted sports car.

He stood up and cursed at the car as it vanished into the night, shaking his fist into the air and clutching his ruined hair. He ignored the crowd as they called out to him, not noticing the next wave of vehicles as they broke through the wall of fire, speeding towards him at horrific speeds…

The crowd roared in a mixture of approval and disgust as the soft sound of the impact filled the air, drowned out mostly by the roar of car engines. From the front of the line, the remaining cars made no attempt to change their course as they sped on, ignoring any of the crowd that were still on the road, leaving it mostly up to luck whether or not they got cut down. Some did attempt to move to avoid them but it was the gold sports car seemed all too happy to crush them like insect beneath its wheels. Black tires now stained with specks of red and pink.

The car was covered completely with a coat of brilliant gold, broken only by a single red outgrowth on the car's hood that had been painted red to represent a large jewel which seemed to glow upon the hood. The entire car had been perfectly designed for speed. A huge amount of money had obviously gone into its construction and yet the driver showed no sign of wanting to protect it, preferring to smash it against anything destroyable that the car could reach, always heading towards the large banner that read 'Finish Line' before it.

Finally however, the gleaming car smashed across the finish line, sending the race referee flying over its bonnet to land with a heavy thud on the ground behind it, prompting a final cheer from the crowd as they broke ranks and ran to swarm the victorious vehicle, forcing those that hadn't crossed the finish line yet to pull emergency stops in order to avoid plowing into the sea of bodies.

The air was filled with them chanting for the driver to reveal himself so that they could congratulate him properly. Some of the people begun climbing onto the car, pulling at the doors in the impatience as chains hung from their waists were used by others to pull themselves closer to the car. They didn't seem to realize that in their attempt to make the driver come out; they were blocking the door and thus preventing the driver from doing just that.

A couple of seconds later however, the crowd backed off with a yell as the entire body of the car was suddenly covered with a massive wave of electricity that sent those who were actually on the flying backwards from the force of the current. A stunned silence fell over the gathered crowd as they watched sparks of electricity blast from the perfect gold painting of the sports car as the low humming of the electricity begun to die down once it was clear that the crowd was no longer going to attempt to climb over it. The gathered people begun to whisper and mummer to one and other as they watched the now motionless car, half expecting a set a machine guns to come out from it and blow them all away.

Then the silence was broken by the sound of clapping…

As one the sea of people split along the centre to allow a set of four people to move from the large open doorway of a large trailer that stood in the centre of the large car park where the race had ended. They were more smartly dressed then the mob of crowd that seemed to bow slightly towards them as they walked towards the car, every face suddenly loosing the excitement and replacing it with one of respect and even a slight trace of fear. Three of the men wore expensive black suits that wrapped tightly around their bodies and revealed a single handgun tied around each of their waists, the black sunglasses all adding to an image that seemed to have been completely stolen from the legendary men in black. But it was the centre man that was the focus of the crowd's attention.

An expensive looking grey suit seemed to reflect the light glowing across the distance that still contained the burning wreckage of the former racers. The burning glow illuminated a set of hideous scars that netted across his face in a strange parody of a net like shape, the flesh hanging low over his left eye, lifting just enough for a single, white pupil to be visible. His other eye seemed to camouflage against his black skin, the brown color not betraying even the slightest sign of emotion as it stared out towards the car, not even the shinning gold of his paint reflecting from it. He seemed to radiate anger and hate, an impression that was somehow only emphasized by the gentle motion of his hands clapping together as he advanced towards the car.

As he reached the large circle that had been formed by the crowd after they had been driven back by electrical current that still sparked and hummed gently as it died out, his three bodyguards spread out to surround him in a strange triangle formation. His good eye narrowed as he watched the door clip open, his face portraying no emotion as he watched a slender figure slid out of the front seat and stand beside the car, folding its arms and leaning on a single leg.

His guards exchanged emotionless glances as they noted the aura of self confidence that seemed to emit from the silhouette. Their hands slipped down towards their weapons as they prepared themselves should a fight break out and called out for the driver to identify himself to them, but they got nothing but silence for a reply. Sunglasses glinted in the glowing light as the front guard took a step forward, slowly pulling out his gun but not holding it up, keeping it held down towards the ground.

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you"

Despite himself, the guard paused in mid-step as a female voice broke through the silence. He glanced back at the man behind him, noting the way in which his companions were moving closer towards him in order to fill the gap that he had left. His heavily scared boss seemed to smile slightly as he held up a hand silently, gesturing for him to stop, before calling out to the still silhouetted women.

"I wish to congratulate you on your victory in my little race" He called out. Though his words should have been pleasant, his rough voice portrayed no emotion at all, seeming to be hoarse as if he had a sour throat. "Why not show yourself my dear? It would insult me to have to speak to a woman whose face I cannot see"

"Oh and we wouldn't want that now would we?" The woman replied as she unfolded her arms and took a step forward. Though she was dong as he asked, her voice was filled with an amused sarcasm that the scared man had not heard directed towards him in a long time. "There is that more to your liking?"

There were various gasps from the crowd as they saw the woman emerge into what little light glowed from the various open windows that surrounded the street. She wore a traditional race drivers outfit but had colored it in the shame shining gold as her car and had studded it with various sets of jewels and golden studs that shone and reflected the light.

"You are Eric Carling are you not? AKA the butcher. One of the more higher ranking crime lords of this…troubled city?"

"Very impressive" The scared man called out, his good eye scrolling over her for a second before exchanging a glance with the nearest guard. "I can see that you have done your research…But tell me, what is it that you want here? I don't believe you have attended one of my races before so either you're here to start a new carrier or you're after something"

"I'm not after taking anything from you if that's what you're worried about" The woman grinned at him, brushing a strand of orange hair from her face "I'm here to give you a couple of proposes, so to speak. You know, offer you and your friends in black some work"

"What?" Butcher laughed as he looked at the woman, deciding to show amusement towards her for now rather than anger. After all he didn't want to look impolite towards the winner of his race whilst he was in front of so many people, it would ruin his image. "You want me to work for you? Sorry but I don't think so. But come, let us continue with you victory ceremony"

"You don't want to listen to my propositions? That's not very nice"

"That enough about your 'propositions'…Mrs.?"

"Oh you can call me Princess"

"Princess?" A voice called out from the crowd "What is that some sort of nickname you got from your mummy?"

Princess grinned cruelly as a small group of the crowd begun to laugh. Her eyes flicked towards the face of the man who had spoken, remembering the large stud of metal that ran through his nose and the poorly dyed green hair, before looking back at Butcher.

"That's an interesting scar you have there" She called over, obviously deciding to change the topic before she ended up reacting to the crowd "Might I ask where you got it from?"

Butcher's calm expression abruptly shattered and was replaced with one of anger as he looked at Princess. Almost absentmindedly, a hand reached up and scratched at the network of scars that consumed half his face. He seemed to struggle with what words he should reply with before sighing and saying, "I got these scars curtsy of the Powerpuff Girls during their battle with that giant robot about half a year ago"

"And that, Butcher, is why I am here. I want to offer you a chance to get the revenge you have so craved ever since the so called saviors of Megaville wronged you"

"Why would I want your help? If I wanted revenge then I could take it myself against the Powerpuff Girls, I don't need no cocky woman to tell me what to…"

"No!" Princess snapped back at him. "I don't think you understand me. You could at least wait to see what it is that I'm offering you before declining what could be a deal of a lifetime for someone of such a low life status as you…Butcher"

"You know…your trying your luck girl" Butcher snarled as he clenched a fist. He could feel his temper slipping with every sentence that Princess was saying and his guards could tell, their hands slipping down towards their guns again in preparation for the now immanent order to attack.

"Girl? Ha…I guess I was wrong about you Eric. I thought I was coming here to meet the renowned Butcher of Downtown Megaville, and what do I find? Some polite pushover who hides behind a bunch of guards and runs from his PR image rather than being good at anything"

"That's it!" Butcher suddenly cried out as he grabbed the shoulder of the nearest bodyguard and threw him towards Princess, using his foot to push a second forward but leaving the third nearby. "Guards, remove this woman from my sight"

The crowd seemed to back away in shock as they watched the two guards slowly begin to advance to the now chuckling Princess, holding their guns upwards. They called out for her to lift her hands up and leave without a fight. They seemed to relax slightly as she seemed to give an amused shrug of the shoulders before turning back and heading to the front seat of the car. She seemed to chuckle as she opened the car door and reached inside…

The guards were forced to instinctively reach up to cover their eyes as the car's headlights suddenly exploded into light, causing the guards to back away slightly. The now once again silhouetted form of Princess shot back up to a standing position before her arms reached up; pointing a long shape towards them and the air was filled with a loud sound of energy. A beam of bright blue energy flew through the darkness, illuminating the now terrified faces of the crowd before striking the first guard.

The air was filled with his agonized scream as the beam of energy struck him. His entire body was consumed in a pale light which glowed in an almost halo like form, his skeleton glared out through the radioactive glow. It was as if he had been placed under a cat scan, his entire body becoming the scan that consumed all body tissue in the greenish light but was unabsorbed by the bones, leaving them to glow a horrific black against him. The radioactive light consumed his body for what felt like an age for those watching, but was really only a split second, before it faded away and his unscarred body fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Again the air was filled with the loud yell of the unnatural weapon and the second guard screamed in agony, his own body being illuminated like a cat scan before falling to the ground, broken.

It took barley a couple of seconds for the veteran guards to be killed, the bullet proof armor that could be seen peeking through the gaps in their shirts having proved no match against the pure radiation of the shots.

Butcher snarled as he took a step back, his sole surviving bodyguard seeming to be frozen on the spot in horror at the way the weapon had killed his comrades. His gun feel forgotten to the floor as he seemed to whisper 'It can't be…' before he gave a cry and turned in flight, pushing his way through the now much thinner crowd and vanishing into the night.

"Seems he recognizes my little toy" Princess laughed as she walked back into the light, the large weapon clutched tightly in her arms.

The bulk of the gun seemed to be nothing more than a handle for her to hold, a large wooden plank that held out two shorter poles for her hands to wrap around. At the top of the rear pole was a single button which was connected to a long wire that lead down the pole towards a large shape which still seemed to glow from the radiation it had shot out. The shape was a strange parody of a kitchen egg wisp which seemed to twirl around a large metallic tube that lead up towards the end of the gun. It was an unusual design but, Butcher guessed by the gasps from the few members of the crowd that hadn't fled already, it was a very recognizable one.

"What is that think?" He snarled, trying to hide his own fear behind a face of anger

"What this little thing?" Princess grinned as she almost lovingly patted the egg wisp like gun "A little something that I managed to buy from the black-market about a month ago. It's one of the few remaining relics of the Dalek invasion back in 2008, the weapon of a Dalek. A single shot releases a single beam of pure radiation that engulfs it targets in a wave of agony. Their organs liquefy inside of them before they even die, melting from the radiation. Oh and it wasn't cheap either, several millions to buy and a full month of my top working monkeys to get it to work in human hands"

"What…What do you want?" Butcher was finding it hard to maintain his cool now in front of the woman. Since she had killed his guards, her previously cocky aura had been replaced with one of dread and anger. She was the sort of woman that would do anything to get what she wanted and would kill anyone that got in her way…that much he could tell now.

"Oh I don't want much. Just to finally take what should have been mine years ago and reap my vengeance on those who have wronged in the past. Something that I think you will agree with. Don't get me wrong, I can give you so much in return for you alliance"

As she spoke Princess, grinned as she tossed her gun towards Butcher, who was barely able to get over the shock he still felt to catch it and look up towards her in confusion

"Like that gun?" She grinned, holding her arms out as if she was announcing a prize on a quiz show "What would you say if I told you that I could give you enough of them to create your own personal army, perhaps more? And what would you say if I told you that I could give you the chance to turn those weapons on the people who have wronged you?" Now Princess begun to walk forward, grinning curly as she watched Butchers face, she was getting to him and she knew it. She chuckled as she rested a black gloved hand on his shoulder and looked in deep in the eye. Slowly her other gloved hand rose and ran her index finger over his scars "You could finally get back at those who gave you those scars…the same people I want to get back at. Think how good that would feel. Think about how you could make them feel as bad as you did that day…"


BISHAAAANNN!!

The foundation of the entire building shook and groaned as the force of the explosion ripped apart windows and sent desk and furniture flying through the air, sending Eric smashing against a nearby wall with a deep thud.

Everything seemed to dance before him as he rolled onto his hands and knees, using the wall as support as he tried to pull himself back to his feet. He could make out a massive metallic shape moving about through the huge hole that had seconds before been another wall and was forced to look away as his vision was covered in a blinding green light as a strange comet of light soar through the air and bounced from the metallic shape.

As his vision finally begun to return and the throbbing on his head begun to subside, he could make out a giant, single red glaring out towards him from a massive metallic head. It seemed to somewhat represent a giant bird with a massive teeth filled beak and large fin like shape emitting from the top of its head but the image was ruined by two massive ant-like pincers that snapped open and shut as the monsters head spun round to face the green light as it did a U-turn and shot back towards it. The air was filled with a sudden burst of heat and static energy as the machines eye light up and a giant beam of red light blasted out towards the green light, forcing it break from its flight and vanish back into the sky. However, the beam of heat continued on its path and smashed against another skyscraper in a spectacular explosion of heat and fire that sent burning rubble and ash flying into the air. With the middles section of the building now missing, there was of defining groan before the upper levels of the skyscraper gave way and came crashing down upon the lower levels with a horrendous crash.

Eric gasped as the machine raised its head and released another blast of his heat-ray into the sky at some unseen enemy. As the heat-ray fired, the air around him seemed it ignite in pure heat. Anything flammable in apartment; chairs, tables and curtains erupted into blazing hellfire around him as the heat struck them and he begun choking on thick black spoke whist he felt his skin blister and burn from the naked flames that now reached out from every inch of the room. His eyes seared and his skin burned as he pulled his coat over his head and body slammed the door open before running down the burning corridor.

He couldn't see what was going on outside, but the air was filled with the sound of gunfire, screams and the alien sound of the heat-ray. Fire blew doors open whenever the heat-ray passed near the building and the heat ignited gas mains.

Eric cried and screamed as the world around him turned into a living hell, the hellfire reaching out to him as the dark silhouette of the alien machine could be seen through the windows of apartments that still stood open, blurred by the smoke think air.

BISHAAAAAANNN!!!

The entire building shook as the roof caved in above Eric's head. He instinctively threw himself backwards as he caught sight of a massive metallic scythe smash through the space that he had been stood in mere seconds before, ripping a gaping hole in the side of the skyscraper and gouging downwards, tearing through floor after floor before finally pulling out and vanishing from sight.

Eric cried out in fear as the surrounding building gave was slightly, the ground around him crumbling under his now unsupported weight and sending him plummeting from the torn side of the building and out into the air…

Eric screamed out in agony as he smashed into a large metallic pole that hung out of shape from the ruined building, rolling down it headfirst until he slammed into a table back inside and came to a standstill.

He groaned as he heard a heavy rumbling sound out around him and the light of the sun was blocked by the massive form of a battle tank rolling across the street below him. Eric desperately tried to roll back onto his feet but felt his strength go again and could only watch through once again blurred vision as the tank begun firing at the giant alien war machine, blowing a trail of explosions across its torso but leaving no other obvious signs of damage. His vision begun to fade as he saw a set of compartments open up on the machines chest and release two flying disks towards the tank…

Again, Eric yelled out as is vision was consumed by an explosion the strange streaks of bright light, this time a blue and red one, as they shot across the whole in the building and slammed into the flying disks, sending them veering of course and straight towards the nearest building.

Straight towards the building he was in…

Eric screamed as he tried to pull himself to his feet again, his eyes opening in sheer terror as the disks cart wheeled in the air as it flew towards him, the red and blue lights shooting around again and slamming into its back as if to speed it up. Didn't they see that he was here? Didn't they see that they were about to kill him?

The entire world seemed to heave around him as the disk smashed into the building, tearing through the wall that he lay next to with a horrific explosion of dust and derbies. He screamed as a sea of fire fell from the burning upper levels and poured down over him, searing across his body as he saw the disk smash through walls in its path of destruction as it tore the building apart. Dozens of chunks of burning rubble slammed into him, tearing and burning his body and face as his screams fell silent in his agony before everything went black…

Eric remembered nothing but blurred images and glances of what happened after that as he faded in and out of conciseness. He remembered a blinding streak of light hurling the disk that had struck the building back towards the machine, the speed of its travel burying him beneath another fall of burning rubble. He remembered the form of a smartly dressed man looming over him, straightening his tie and then he remembered being outside a hospital as doctors rushed out to help him. He could only assume that the man had saved his life but none of the doctors had seen him leave him at the hospital nor did he ever return to check on him.

But the one memory that Eric did clearly remember, was that it had been the Powerpuff Girls that had directed the disks towards him, it was they that had caused him to be covered in burning rubble and had left him scared for life. It was all their fault.

From within the confine of his hospital bed…The Butcher of Megavill vowed to himself that he would one day have his revenge on the Powerpuff Girls…

…………………………………………………

Butcher blinked in surprise as he snapped out of his daydream as he heard the sound of Princess' giggling.

"I see that you can think of lots of things to do with such an army Butcher" She grinned, standing unnecessarily close to him in order to make him as uncomfortable as possible "You would be unstoppable…You would have more power then you could ever hope to have…and I like power"

Butcher opened his mouth to speak again but Princess simply gave an amused snort before turning and walking back towards her car.

"I ask you again" She called back towards him, not actually turning round to face him "Are you in with me or not?"

"Ok" Butcher said slowly, hesitantly "I'm in…but you had better keep your side of the bargain. So, when is it that you're planning to start whatever you have planned?"

"Start?" she grinned "Why, I've already begun. Early today an associate of mine brought a dear friend of the Powerpuff Girls round to our base and left a little note for the girls to read. And if in know the Powerpuff Girls, and believe me I do, Blossom should be reading it to her sisters anytime about now. And then the fun begins"

……………………………………………..

Bubbles yelped in shock as the door to the living room exploded into bright red light, a single form draped in the light smashing its way into the room, crashing against the floor in the centre of the room as the light begun to fade, revealing a horrified looking Blossom.

Her red eyes shot frantically around the room as if searching for someone, taking in the gathered faces of her sisters and the Rowdyruff Boys (who had randomly decided to drop by an hour before), not seeming to take any of them in as she looked around.

"What's up sis?" Buttercup asked as she stood up from her chair and tossing her games controller on to the floor as she went to her, ignoring Butch's look of annoyance at having their game interrupted.

"Buttercup…" Blossom whispered almost silently as she looked down at a piece of paper that she had clutched in her hand, her eyes narrowing as if she hated its very existence yet at the same time felt as though all hope would be lost without it. She ignored her sisters questioning as she stared at it, only reacting when Buttercup physically ripped the paper from her hand.

Buttercup's green eyes narrowed as she read the paper out loud to those gathered in the room…

Dear Blossom of the Powerpuff Girls.

I have returned and I have taken the one you call Dexter hostage against his will. That is to say that I am back and have Dexter with me…against his will. Do not be mistaken in thinking that he is here with me willingly, for he is not, he does not want to be here.

If you want to see him again, you and your sisters are to come to the 'Welcome to Megaville' at eight pm tomorrow. At 20:00 hours you will be at the sign with your sisters and you will not be anywhere else, for you will be there, and not anywhere else. DO NOT brink the Rowdyruff boys for they are not your sisters and therefore are not to be there with you when you are at the sign at eight pm tomorrow.

Be there…

Signed

MOJO JOJO

P.S. Make sure you are there at eight pm no early or later for that would not be the designated time and therefore would not be correct. The correct time to be there would be at eight pm…that is all

"Well…." Buttercup muttered as she handed the note to Bubbles who started reading, Boomer and Butch leaning over to read over her shoulder whilst Brick stood immobile in the corner of the room, his cap hanging over his eyes. "That's problematic"