A/N: Phew! Its been a while but I've finally updated. This might be confusing since its changed perspectives to where Blossom's off work.
Warnings: Same as the beginning. Some gore and underage boy kisses below.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except the obvious ocs.
Italiacs are usually for past events, dreams, and thoughts. Just to clarify.
Reviews are welcomed and appreciated. Like reaaaaaalllyyy appreciated since they've helped get me this far.
"And then little Bobbie just started eating the paste..Hey! Are you listening Blossom?!" A young woman, no older than 22 huffed, short blonde pigtails swaying slightly as she scrunched up her shoulders while crossing her arms.
"Yes Bubbles. I'm listening." Blossom chuckled, slipping a stack of papers into her younger sister's messenger bag as the redhead slid into the blue Toyota her sister owned.
"Good. I mean it was my first time teaching today, so I'm hoping Mr. Barker will give a good review and I can start teaching elementary for good." Bubbles finished, pulling out of the Hospital's parking lot as Blossom buckled herself up.
"Its nice to finally be off work." Blossom sighed.
"So, what happened today?" Bubbles chirped.
"Oh nothing much...Got there early and Larry is still a creep.." Blossom muttered, leaning back into her seat.
"C'mon! There had to be something!" Bubbles quipped.
"Well..." Blossom paused, wondering how Bubbles would react, before she continued "I ran into this guy..."
"EH?! A guy! Wait...A patient visitor?"
"No no, he was just waiting for his friend in the lot...He was..." Blossom tried to think of a descriptive word. "He was charming."
"Ohhhhhh! Was he cute? Did you get his name?"
"His name was Brick. He had...red eyes Bubbles."
The blonde woman blinked and glanced at her sister. "Was he-"
"Yeah, apparently he was affected by the Chemical X spill." Blossom confirmed. "And yes...by standards..I guess he was cute.." 'Handsome actually' Blossom thought.
"Ohhh Blossom's got a crush!" Bubbles teased, giggling when Blossom playfully poked her.
"Anyway, how's Buttercup?" Blossom asked, pulling her hair tie out to let her long locks flow down her back.
"She's good. She's staying with Jack for the week so tomorrow they can both get up for that police test thingy." Bubbles answered.
"I see."
"Yeah, hey wanna stop to get something to eat? How about McFollies?"
"The Variant restaurant? I guess thats fine."
"Yay!"
"So you're saying that the last time she called, she was at Points Road station?" Brick asked, threading his fingers through Butch's spiky hair, who was seated in a worn chair in front of their captive.
"Y-Yeah Brick. Carla said she was meeting her sister there.." Greg said, voice shaking as he kept his gaze on the small gardening Shears Butch held in one hand.
"Well theres a starting point. Do you know anything else?"
"N-No..."
"I see. Well now that thats settled, we need to have a little talk. I heard you insulted my brothers and had the audacity to attack Butch here. Is it true?"
When the short, stocky man didn't answer Butch stood up and grabbed a chunk of the man's brown hair and forcefully tilted his head up to face them.
"Well?" Brick repeated.
"Y-Yes but I-"
"Say no more. Not only have you disrespected me by fucking up another order and then kept me waiting, but you attacked my family. Now I'm in a particularly good mood, so we'll give you a light warning. But next time you pull this shit, you will be the next shipment order. Are we clear?"
"Y-Yes Brick!" Greg nodded, thinking that it meant they were just going to give him a few bruises and then walk away. His hope was dashed when Brick walked to the end of the dimly lit room, which had blood stains galore decorating the walls, and leaned against the wall.
Muddy brown eyes shifted to Butch, who had knelt in front of him and grabbed his bound hands. He snatched three of Greg's fingers and then placed one in between the shears.
"One for me!" Butch cheered, snapping the shears closed and laughing at the scream that tore from Greg's throat. Blood leaked from the man's hand and started drizzling onto Butch's own. Butch moved onto the next finger.
"One for Brick!" He cut another one, earning another howl of pain from the bound man.
"And one for Boomer!" He snickered, closing the shears on the last finger, and watched as Greg writhed in pain.
"All done. Now that wasn't so bad right?" Butch chirped, patting Greg's face with one blood coated hand as he scooped up the severed fingers with the other. "Hey Brick..."
"Yes Butch?"
"Think we can ship these?" He held up Greg's fingers for the redhead to see.
"Theres always a market for body parts of any kind. Just give Ryan a call."
"Sounds good."
Boomer adjusted himself on the couch to a more comfortable position. It had been about an hour since his brothers had went downstairs, and the blond felt a familiar pang of exhaustion. He nestled into the couch cushion and cobalt blue eyes fluttered closed, the blond losing himself to the land of dreams.
"We're n-n-not gonna g-get o-o-o-out of h-here a-a-are w-we?" The small blond boy asked, hugging his knees to his chest as he sobbed. He felt Butch pull him into a hug as he petted Brick's matted, blood-crusted hair. Today he had been the center of their father's abuse, and was beaten unconscious.
"I-I c-c-can't t-take t-this a-anymore B-B-Butch...I-I just wa-want it t-t-t-to e-e-end..."
"It will! Just give us a little fucking time! Brick's got a plan okay? Just, don't give up on us!" Butch snapped, cupping the blond's cheeks and forcing him to look at the noiret.
"P-Promise?" Boomer sniffled, holding out his pinky finger.
"Promise. Now stop your fucking crying, ya' big baby." Butch grumbled, hooking his pinky with Boomer's and curling it.
"O-Okay..B-B-Brick's gonna b-b-be f-f-f-fine right?
"Yeah. He'll wake up soon and we can fucking get outta here!"
"B-Butch?"
"What now?"
"M-m-mom d-d-does this to m-m-m-me a-a-all the time w-w-w-w-when s-s-she takes me upstairs..S-s-she s-s-says its w-what people w-who love each o-o-other alot do s-s-so..." The blond eleven year old cupped Butch's face like the noiret had done to him earlier, and leaned in close to brush their lips together. Butch froze, trying to register the small soft lips that were pressing against his own before he pulled away.
"G-Gross! Kissing is gross Boomer!"
Blue eyes widened in fear and shame. "I-I'm s-s-sorry! I-I love y-you s-so I t-t-thought t-thats..." Boomer's hands curled into fists and he jammed his knuckles into his eyes, tears returning to fall down his cheeks as he cried.
Butch watched him for a moment, unsure of what to do. He loved the blond and Brick as well and its not like he was angry at him. Butch took a breath before he grabbed Boomer's bruised wrists and pulled his hands away from his face.
"Look...I'm not mad okay? Its just...Moms not supposed to kiss you...And you're not supposed to kiss other boys..." Butch explained. Boomer's shoulders slumped. 'S-So I d-did d-d-do something w-wrong' he thought.
"But..As long as ya don't tell anyone..And its just between the three of us...you can..." Butch paused, not sure of how to word his comment. After all, Brick was the one who did most of the talking and comforting shit. Butch was the one who acted. So thats just what he would do to get his point across. He grabbed Boomer's shoulders and roughly crushed their mouths together in a sloppy kiss.
At that moment red eyes belonging to Brick slowly opened and turned to watch his brothers.