I JUST... I NEEDED TO POST MORE
I JUST HAD TO
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Last chapter I was like
'Hah! I'll do a cliffhanger and not update for a while!'
And then I thought
'But... But... But.. That's mean.. And...'
And I started typing. ;w; Oh well. Hope you like the story!
The five teens stood there, staring at one another with confused and shocked stares. The boys didn't know what to do. They weren't supposed to blow their cover! Not at all! And the girls were shocked at the things they saw, confused on they were similar to their assuming counterpart. Here, let I, the narrator who will hopefully not introduce myself ever again, put into perspective what was happening.
Brick and Boomer stood in the doorway. Brick didn't have a shirt on, revealing his chest, but did wear sweatpants. His red hair hung loosely and his right hand was scratching behind his ear, but stuck there do to the situation at hand. His red eyes were wide. Boomer stood beside his brother, gaze focused on Bubbles. He wore clothes similar to his brother, but put on a tank top before leaving the room. His blonde hair was all over the place, somewhat resembling Butch's, but with obvious wires hanging out here and there.
Inside the kitchen, Bubbles stared at Boomer. She stood at the kitchen table, hands locked on a few plates she was picking up. Her wide blue eyes held fear and shock as she moved her gaze back and forth from the two boys. Blossom stood back near the stove, as she was cleaning it up at the time the accident happened. She clutched her hand around a rag that was in her hand, staring at Brick with disbelief. She just simply couldn't believe her suspicions were right. Buttercup, on the other hand, was standing near the sink. Her gaze bore right into the two men, uncovered hands clenching in anger. The glass she dropped was shattered among the floor, but it didn't seem to faze her.
"What the hell-" Buttercup finally came out of her state of shock to yell at the boys, only to be hushed by her sisters. Blossom, once she was sure Bubbles was holding Buttercup back, turned back to the boys, who were still in their state of shock.
"What is... this?" she motioned to Brick's eyes and Boomer's wires. The boys snapped out of it and looked down at Blossom. Brick seemed worried, scared even. Was he scared that he ruined the entire plan? Or was he afraid of Blossom's wrath? Who knows? Boomer, on the other hand, looked down at his feet. He knew that Blossom was an over protective girl from before, so he could only imagine what this news would do to her. Brick rose his arms up to speak.
"We can explain. Please." he begged. Blossom narrowed her eyes, clenching her fist.
"Sit at the table. Now." she ordered in her authorative tone, beefing up and taking charge of the situation, no matter how much it scared her.
"Hey, can I at least get one phone call?" Brick tried to joke, only to meet the deadly eyes of the beautiful redhead. "Uhh.. I think I better explain with Butch here." Brick tried again, Blossom nodding and handing over her cellphone.
"Do it quick. Bubbles, get Boomer in a chair." Blossom ordered to her sister, who nodded and walked over to Boomer. She grabbed his wrist and tugged on it, bringing him over to one of the chairs. She pointed for him to sit, which he nodded and did so without rebellion, obviously afraid.
"He's coming, Pink-" Brick started, earning an immediate glare from the other redhead. "Er... Blossom. Butch will be here any moment. He was surprisingly awake." Brick attempted a smile, only to be shoved into a seat by Blossom. Everyone was silent until the doorbell rang. Buttercup went to go answer it, bringing in Butch by his collar. She tossed him to the table, where Boomer pulled him down into a seat. The seating chart, if you were interested, started at the head of the table, where no one sat. Then it went Blossom, Buttercup, Bubbles, and another empty seat before the other end of the table, which was also empty. After that was one more empty seat, Boomer, Butch, and Brick, making the counterparts sit across from one another. Blossom shifted her weight in her chair.
"Explain. Now." she ordered, which made Brick nod and stand up, hands behind his back.
"Alright, I guess you deserve an explanation. And I'll try my hardest to keep this as... well, not insane-sounding as it really is." he began. "Well, long long ago, my father, Mojo, and my mother, Sedusa, had us three. Mojo was the big scientist of Citysville at the time, while Sedusa was a very famous international model. Life continued on like normal, and... well..." the redhead stopped, scratching the back of his neck.
"You were killed, in a bomb. We know this." Buttercup growled. "You guys are so easy to dig up dirt on. What we're asking is how are you here? Why are you here? And like that?" The boys were surprised, but Brick smiled anyways and continued.
"Ah, so you understand some things. Well, Mojo went to a past friend, your father, to help. Obviously, he couldn't. Mojo, furious, did the same Professor did, but different. When our burial was supposed to occur, Mojo picked our bodies out and started working on them. He fixed us up with new hearts and lungs..." he continued. "He repaired skin tissue and bones easily. And finally, he copied what he had seen your father do and did it to us, but better." He grinned.
"Blossom, you have a computer in your brain, correct? You can also freeze things, am I right?" Blossom only nodded. "I do the same. Except, I don't get your freaky eye problem. I don't have to style my hair. All I have to do is wear contacts." he chuckled. "I can't freeze things, though. Mojo tried to make it so I could set things on fire, but that obviously didn't work." Brick said cockily, regaining his confidence.
"And Buttercup, you have metal limbs, don't you? I mean, how else could you beat up Bridgette?" Butch stood up beside his brother. "Well, I'm the same. Except, I have this wonderful thing called skin. Well, not entirely. Its a skin like silk that is fused to my metal parts. I don't have the compartments you have, though." Butch grinned and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Buttercup narrowed her eyes more.
"Bubbles... I..." Boomer started, standing. "I have wires, too. But... well, I can control the power easier..." he said slowly and steadily as Bubbles listened. "That's why you couldn't electrocute me - I was already charged." he informed, still looking down at the ground. "I guess my bad difference from you is the fact my hair isn't as thick as yours, so it is harder to hide the wires..."
The three girls stared at the boys who were grinning, smirking, or looking down at the floor in fear. Blossom let out a small chuckle, finding it a bit amusing that the boys could gain so much confidence in explaining themselves as she could with just anger and being in charge. Though, she did have one question floating around in her head - how did the boys know about them? Bubbles shifted her weight in her chair, afraid of the boys at this point. Buttercup looked down at her metal hand, growling.
"How the fuck did you know about us?!" she shouted, voicing her sister's thoughts.
"Well, that's a story. You see," Brick started again. "Mojo, he hates your father. Therefore, he hates you. Therefore, he sent us to... well, kill you." When Brick said the last two words, you could see the boys falter a bit. Brick, although his grin was strong, his gaze weakened and his voice cracked. Boomer retreated to sitting down again, placing his head on the table, obviously upset about the mission. Though, Butch seemed unfazed. He was still grinning cockily, staring down at Buttercup. Though, the raven-haired boy felt sadness, pity, and something else when those words came around. That 'something else' was a feeling he never wanted, ever, yet looking at her and thinking that he had to kill her, made him all... well, fuzzy inside, hence the 'something else'.
The three girls stood up immediately, Buttercup slamming her hands on the table. "Get the fuck out of my house." she ordered.
Boomer stood up and squeaked, holding his hand out to Bubbles. "Wait! Bubbles, let me-" he started, only to see his angel's light blue eyes glow slightly as she put on a still adorable frown.
"Get out! I don't want to see you, ever!" Bubbles screamed, mainly in fear. These words tore at Boomer's heart. Butch ignored the blondes and grinned at Buttercup.
"Make me, Butterbabe. C'mon, we both know how this'll end up. You'll be dead, and I'll be rolling in my daddy's riches." Butch taunted, which caused a metal hand to clasp around his throat, which ended in him gurgling.
"I said get the fuck out my house." Buttercup threatened again, letting go. All the while this was happening, Blossom and Brick were speaking to each other. Okay, scratch that, yelling at each other.
"What!? You have to kill me!?" Blossom cried.
"Its my orders, Blossom! Not me! I wouldn't kill you if I didn't have to!" Brick tried to reason.
"No! I thought you were a good guy, someone I could actually trust! But you ended up to be another idiot that I just can't keep myself from digging dirt on."
"Blossom, I am the good guy! Please! Believe me!"
"No. Get out of my house. Please." Blossom finished the yelling match, which ended with Brick's cockiness crushed and ruined. He nodded and turned to his brothers and pushed them along.
"C'mon guys. Lets go." he said, ignoring their upset arguments. They left the house, piling in the two card and leaving their other stuff there. The boys drove off, each one thinking something.
I have to get Blossom to believe me...
Bubbles... my sweet Bubbles... I'm so sorry...
Buttercup... why do you give me this feeling inside?
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