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Three dark lights travel fast through the night sky of Townsville, they are three boys, the three boys.
"What are we going to do first, Brick?" a 17 year old blue eyed boy asks his apparent brother. So called Brick, looks toward him,
"We should find a hide out, we'll have to sleep," he says. A third boy, one with dark black hair in crazy spikes, mumbles a few curses.
"We haven't slept since we were 7 years old, I don't even know how," he complains to his older brother. Brick rolls his eyes,
"Butch, living people need sleep. We are living people again, it will come back to you just like breathing did." He explains, the blue eyed boy shudders,
"Breathing is so weird, I miss not needing it." He mutters, Brick glares at him,
"You miss being in Hell, Boomer?" he asks darkly. Boomer glares back,
"No," he says simply. The three land on a volcano observatory. They walk slowly through the doors.
"Didn't we use to live here?" Boomer asks examining the walls. Brick nods,
"Yes, we lived here with Mojo," he says. Butch looks toward the ceiling,
"I remember that crazy monkey, where do you think he is?" he asks, eyes not leaving the ceiling. Boomer shrugs, walking deeper into the 'house.' Brick looks toward the center of the room,
"I think I know where he is," he states. His brothers follow his eyes, there in the center of the room is the body of Mojo Jojo. They walk towards it casually as if dead bodies is nothing new. Brick leans toward it,
"Probably 10 years old this body, I wonder why the never cleaned him out of here…" he mumbles. Boomer stares, flash backs of his death repeating in his mind.
"He died trying to save us, Him killed him," he whispers staring at the body of the man he called 'father.' Butch scoffs,
"Whatever, he failed and now he's dead. Who gives a shit?" he says walking into another room. Brick stands and follows him, Boomer gives Mojo a second glance. He quickly closes Mojo's eyes when his brothers aren't looking. He whispers something like,
"Thank you for creating us father, we love you," before he fries the body with his laser eyes, burning it to ashes. He follows his brothers to the other room. The room is a deep blue, the floor covered in empty pop cans. Boomer looks around the room in familiarity.
"This one was mine," he says walking over to the bed. Butch shrugs and walks out,
"Well, later!" he calls walking into another room. Brick sighs,
"Sleep Boomer," he commands, Boomer lays on the bed and closes his eyes.
Butch opens another door and walks in, this room is painted a dark green trash of every variety litters the floor and a beat up punching bag is set up in the corner. Butch takes a deep breath,
"I like it in here," he whispers walking toward the bed. Brick walks by,
"Sleep Butch!" he tells him, Butch rolls his eyes and plops on the bed,
"Yes sir!" he replies sarcastically. Brick sighs and walks into another door.
He enters into intense red room, candy is stuck to the floor from when they used to steal it. Brick smirks at the memory of his childhood. They were such amateurs and they still caused fear, just wait until Townsville gets a load of them now. He lays on the bed and shuts his eyes, trying to remember how to sleep…
On the other side of town the Powerpuff Girls are also falling asleep, unaware their once enemies are even alive. Bubbles sighs staring at the ceiling of her bright blue room, she regrets the death of the Rowdyruff Boys. She believes it unfair and unjust that they died so young, if she only knew.
Morning comes quickly to the girls and they rush to get ready for school. Blossom wakes up first and, once done getting ready, she helps her sisters pack their backpacks. Bubbles makes them all breakfast and Buttercup drives them to school. They could fly, but most people are envious of their powers and miserable they don't have any. The girls don't like to flaunt their powers because of this. They arrive to class perfectly on time and sit right next to each other. People smile and greet them friendly, they do the same back. Their smiles making many people breathless in their presence. The teacher finally announces that class is beginning and school starts.
"Blood flows through our veins, it's in all of us. Why be afraid of something you so obviously control? It pumps through your heart because you tell it to, it gives you life, it's beautiful. Why fear life? Do you fear life Brick?" that voice…
"No." an eleven year old Brick answers fiercely. He sees a girl with dark purple eyes and medium brown hair smiling manically at him.
"Then don't fear blood, you control it. Blood is you." She whispers, the young Brick nods.
"I don't…I don't f-fear blood…" he stutters, the girl smiles wider.
"Prove it," as she finishes speaking a girl appears. She has dark pink eyes and a bow crazily tied around her cinnamon hair. Brick glares at her,
"Berserk…" he whispers menacingly. The girl with purple eyes smiles at him,
"She tried to kill me, Boomer, and Butch. Kill her, make her scream in pain, make…her…BLEED." She commands coming closer to him. Brick nods, eyes on Berserk as she slowly stands. The brunette girl kisses his cheek softly and then disappears, leaving him with Berserk. As soon as Berserk is on her feet, Brick tackles her to the ground. She falls with a thud and the battle begins.
Power…
Red…
Fear…
Mercy, NO, no mercy…
Die…
Blood…
BLOOD!
Brick awakes with a jolt, panting heavily. He runs a hand through his dark red hair,
"Shit, I forgot about dreams…" he mutters. He glances at his clock, 2:57:04pm, he gets out of bed seeing how it was a normal time being awake. He decides to take a shower, seeing how normal living people do, before waking up his brothers.
"You aren't limitless, Butch." A voice tells an eleven year old Butch. He mumbles curses,
"Of course I am! I can do anything!" he yells, a girl with dark purple eyes and brown hair comes out of the shadows.
"No you can't. Know what you can take, know what you can and can't do. Think before you act! Butch." She yells at him. He glares at her and she glares back. He raises a fist and she stares at it,
"Think before you act…Do you really want to hurt me?" she asks him. He drops his fist.
"No…" he mumbles staring at the ground. She comes closer to him,
"Butch, know your limits everything has limits," she says. He smirks looking up at her again,
"I do." He states, sure of himself. She smiles evilly,
"Do you?" she asks. He nods,
"Yup," he says popping the p, she laughs. As she laughs a girl appears, she has green eyes and short black hair. Butch glares at her,
"Brute," he states. The girl with brown hair nods at him and leans to whisper in his ear,
"She tried to kill me, Brick, and Boomer. She deserves nothing less than everything you CAN do. Think before you attack Butch…" she kisses his cheek softly and disappears. Brute stands and glares at Butch,
"You're so dead," she mutters. He smirks,
"We'll see about that…"
Blood…
Green…
Power…
Can…
Think…
No mercy…
THINK!
Butch groans as he wakes, he's panting. He cracks his neck and fingers as his eyes dart around the room.
"Fucking dreams," he mutters. He stands and walks over to his punching bag. He hits it once, twice, thrice, he smirks,
"I missed you…" he whispers. Brick comes in his room,
"Oh hey, you're up." He states, Butch shrugs, hitting his bag again.
"Yeah," he states simply.
"Is Boomer up?" Brick demands from him.
"I don't know," Butch answers.
"Boomer…" A girl with dark purple eyes and brown hair whispers to an eleven year old Boomer. Boomer looks up from the ground toward her,
"Yes?" he asks. She steps closer to him,
"Do you care for me?" she asks. He looks confused,
"Of course I do," he states. She tilts her head, staring at him.
"What if I were to die?" she asks, "would your heart be in pain?" Boomer looks more confused,
"Hearts can feel pain? How?" he asks. She comes closer,
"Love causes heart ache, heart break, not all pain is physical." She whispers softly, he smiles at the mention of pain. She smiles back as a girl appears, she has blonde hair pulled into two long pigtails, her bangs hiding her blue eyes.
"Brat…" Boomer whispers. The brown haired girl smiles at him and whispers in his ear,
"So tried to kill me, Brick, and Butch. She deserves every pain imaginable, torture her, break her heart and mind, make her feel pain…" Boomer smirks as the girl kisses his cheek and disappears. Brat slowly stands,
"Hi… Boomer…" she whispers. He nods in response,
"Bye, Brat."
Power…
Blue…
Blood…
Pain…
Mercy?...No…
Misery…
PAIN!
"Damnit!" Boomer shouts waking up from his sleep. He's panting loudly as he slowly stands. He shakes his head,
"Stupid dreams, I hate sleeping." He mutters. His brothers come in the room then,
"Hey Boomer," Brick greets him. Boomer nods toward him,
"Hey," he says. Butch messes up his hair,
"So, what are we going to do now?" he asks Brick. Brick sighs,
"We're normal living people now, with the exception of super powers. We need food and water. Boomer, go steal some food." He demands, Boomer shrugs,
"Fine," he mumbles before flying off. His brothers watch him go,
"So, what are we going to do?" Butch asks, Brick walks to the living room and sits on the couch,
"Nothing."
Boomer flies through the sky, leaving behind his dark blue trail. He lands on the ground rather hard, creating a small crater in the ground. This goes unnoticed by the citizens. He walks causally into the grocery store and grabs a cart. He watches the people as the pass, so many people, so many lives. All of them a bit different then each other, none of them the same.
He watches as a young couple try to calm their crying baby, he watches as an old woman examines the bread, he watches as a young girl with shinny blonde hair skips about the store…He wonders why she looks familiar. She looks so stupid skipping like that, doesn't she know how idiotic she looks. She looks about 17, yet she's acting like she's 5, she's such a child. Boomer stares at her as he puts random objects in his cart. Not really paying any attention to what he's 'buying.'
She catches him looking and gives him a bright smile, he turns away in sees someone staring at her and she smiles at them? What if he were a crazed stalker or a rapist? A smile would not make them any better of a person, she is crazy.
Bubbles stares at the boy that turned away confused. No ones ever turned away from her smile before, they always smile back. Everyone told her she had the most beautiful smile, did he not think do? Why is he so familiar?
She stares at him now, gathering the few items she needs to make her and her sisters dinner. She can't help but notice that the boy seems to be grabbing everything he can get his hands on, she wonders why. He stops walking suddenly and she holds her breath, he slowly turns and faces her again. He gives her a smirk before walking away, Bubbles is all the more confused.
She watches as he watches others, he heads to the soda section taking a 12 pack of every soda and a 24 pack of 'Crush Blue Raspberry.' Bubbles smiles, that is her favorite drink, she figures it must be the boy's as well. As an attempt to start a conversation with this crazy blonde boy, she takes a 12 pack of the pop as well, he stares at her as she puts it in her cart. She looses her confidence under his gaze and becomes suddenly shy.
"It's my favorite drink too," she whispers. He smirks at her again, a smirk she's come to like, before speaking in the deepest, deadliest, most beautiful, best voice she's ever heard.
"You have a pretty smile," he whispers, dangerously close to her ear. She shudders as his breath hits her ear. He is surprised with himself, that is not what he was going to say nor how he was going to say it. Just because she's pretty doesn't mean he should go easy on her, come on Boomer get a grip.
He loses this thought as she smiles again, as she smiles at him, no one else, just him.
He stares at her, seconds ago he dubbed her stupid, worthless, now he wasn't so sure. They stare at each other in silence for a while, blue eyes into blue. She looks so familiar, why? WHY? It was driving him insane. Bubbles thought he looks like what she would think an older Boomer would look like, she decides that's why she thought he looked familiar. But she knows Boomer is dead, it is merely coincidence this boy looks like him. But why then, is she still confused staring into his eyes?
"What's your name?" she asks in her sweet, innocent, high, beautiful voice. He backs away from her, knowing Brick said not to talk to anyone when they left Hell. He already broke that rule, telling her his name would get him in a lot more trouble with his brothers. He looks toward his overflowing cart, deciding they had enough food. He turns to leave, but she grabs his arm,
"Wait? What's your name?" she asks again, her tone is desperate and Boomer finds he loves her voice in that tone. He looks toward her hand wrapped around his arm, it feels like a shock, a lightning bolt and it feels good. He hates that it feels so good. He pushes her hand away, she stares at him in wonder because that electric charge, that lightning bolt, she felt it too.
He pulls his cart after him and walks away toward the check out section, she doesn't stop him. He quickly walks out the door setting off the alarms with his unpaid food, he sprints away and easily escapes the cops. Bubbles stares after him but makes no attempt to stop him, the boy with blonde hair like the sun and blue eyes like lightning will be on her mind for a while.
Boomer stops his running when he reaches a bridge, he pulls a coffee jar out from under all the groceries. This coffee jar looks very old, like 10 years old, he opens the lid to reveal ashes, not coffee. He pours the ashes into the river, mumbling a few curses as his mind is still on the girl. Once the jar is empty, he throws it in the river as well,
"Goodbye Dad," he whispers. With that he runs off to his home and his brothers.
Bubbles slowly walks to the check out lane and pays for her food. She decides to walk home, not in the mood to fly. She walks slowly and casually reaching her house in about 20 minutes. She unlocks the door and walks inside, he sisters greeting her with a smile.
"What took you so long?" Buttercup asks her, Bubbles shrugs,
"Sorry," she says. She wonders why she doesn't tell them about the boy, but she just…She just felt she shouldn't, not yet anyway. She unpacks her groceries and begins dinner, her mind letting her forget of the boy for the moment.
"What'd you get?" Butch asks as Boomer drags his cart into the 'house.' Boomer shrugs taking a 'Crush Blue Raspberry' pop,
"I'm not sure." He answers. Brick rolls his eyes and quickly puts all the groceries away.
"Alright, who knows how to cook?" Brick asks, Butch and Boomer exchange glances. Brick face palms,
"None of us know how to cook…"
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