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"I think we should split up for this mission, it'll probably catch Mojo and the clones completely off guard if we do." Bridget began as she hovered behind a cluster of trees. Mojo's hideout stood a fair distance away. To any passerby it would look like an abandoned warehouse, rundown and dirty. The perfect place for an evil monkey genius. "Brick and I will head up the sneak attack, we are the quietest and most nimble on our feet—" she cast Blaire and Butch a wary glance, but they didn't seem to be paying attention.
Butch shuffled back and forth and flexed his muscles; Blaire was too busy casting him testing glares. Brick narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat at the pair. Butch immediately came to attention, his gaze returning halfheartedly to Bridget, Blaire also followed suit.
"As I was saying—Butch and Blaire will use a head on attack, distract the Clones while Brick and I enter from the wings and flank Mojo." Bridget continued sternly. Blaire and Butch both smirked at their orders. "Boomer," Bridget turned to the blonde and frowned. "I suppose you should come with Brick and I, we may need a little more back up." I frowned at her final statement, something wasn't adding up. I rubbed my bandaged arm absentmindedly and bit my bruised lip.
"But what about—"
"Brooke, I think your condition is too critical for any action, I think it would be best if you just—you know—keep watch." Bridget explained lamely. She turned away from my hurt expression and flew toward the others to explain the plan. Was she serious? Boomer cast me and apologetic gaze and floated over to the other four. She was serious. I watched as one by one the others shot into the sky, leaving me alone in the woods.
My forearm prickled with a faint pain but I ignored it as I limped to the edge of the tree lines. The faint glow of my sisters and the Rowdy's lit up the night sky, but they moved swiftly. I wouldn't have noticed them if I hadn't been looking. I used my X ray vision to see through the warehouse and strained my ears. The Boomer clone was knelt before none other than Mojo Jojo. He hadn't changed much; he was still disgusting and appeared to be just as evil. I guess some things never do change.
"Master, from my personal report, I am very happy to inform that the blue Powerpuff has been temporarily detained." The blue clone noted with an ever present smirk. "I should hope this news is satisfactory." His smirk twitched as he pulled away from his Master, his eyes briefly scanning his surroundings. At the time I hadn't noticed, but his eyes weren't Boomer's eyes. They were pure black.
"This is very good news to hear my little Boomer Jr. You have made Daddy very proud!" Mojo beamed as he clapped his hands together. "With the more powerful Powerpuff out of the way, taking down the other two shall be a simple task for you and your brothers." I blinked. 'Most powerful'? He couldn't be referring to me.
I scowled to myself and turned away. This was ridiculous; I should be with my sisters and the Rowdys, not staying back on the sidelines. What were they thinking? Why did they even bother that I come along? I tenderly rubbed my forearm again, ignoring the prickling pain that ran through my hand. Despite everything, I was still useless.
"I thought I took care of you Doll Face? I thought you'd be smart enough to at least stay away for a couple of days." My breath caught in the back of my throat as I fixed my eyes on the black abyss of the Boomer Clone's eyes. He crouched himself on the lower limb of one of the trees, his muscles twitching under his uniform. He watched me closely like a feral cat. "You may have survived the last encounter—" He landed nimbly on his feet just in front of me. "But I can ensure you this time, you won't be so lucky."
I pressed myself against the thorny bushes and winced as the branches dug into my arms. The clone smirked and grabbed my chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to make eye contact with his void-like eyes. I bared my teeth at him, but he simply chuckled.
"You really are weak, aren't you? The weakest link, isn't that right? It must be, otherwise Bridget wouldn't have made you keep watch over something that obviously didn't need watching." He continued with a growl. "No one believes in you, not even that pitiful excuse of a bad guy, Boomer."
"Y-You knew we were going to attack?" I sputtered as I tried to pull away from his grip, but he roughly forced my gaze upward.
"I know you're blonde, but did you really think the Powerpuff Girls aren't predictable? We know your every move; we're the clones of your worst enemy. In fact, we're stronger than your worst enemy." He replied sharply. "We aren't dumb; we knew you would try to apprehend us." The Clone smirked and glanced around the empty woods. "I was ready for you." He ran a finger down the side of my face softly, hovering just above the purplish bruise on my temple. I winced and he smiled, his fingers disappearing.
The punch came quicker than I anticipated, right to the stomach too. I coughed loudly and groaned, as I fell full force into the thorny bushes. They hurt, but they wouldn't draw any blood. I tried to sit up, but my bandaged arm stung in the tangled mass of branches. I couldn't pull it out. "Wow, one punch and you already look like you're ready to throw in the towel. I thought, since you were some sort of super human you could at least take a punch?" He grabbed me by my good arm and dragged me from the bushes and into the clearing. He balled another fist and threw another punch at my stomach, sending me back a couple of feet. I landed clumsily on my bad arm and yelped as it hit the concrete with a sickening snap.
I bit back the scream that threatened to push through my teeth and snarled at the Clone. "Why the hell are you targeting me?" I demanded as I cradled my limp arm. The blonde smirked and wiped a bit of dirt from his light blue shirt.
"Quite frankly, I'm doing this for the fun of it, but Mojo also gave me orders to destroy you first." He replied easily as he strolled over to me. His onyx eyes narrowed dangerously as he crouched in front of me, our eyes level. "I can't understand why. You're such an easy target." He knit his fingers through my hair and tugged me upward. I followed willingly, my eyes narrowing. Why was I not fighting back? If I wanted to prove something, I wasn't going to get there by playing victim.
My eyes flashed as I quickly charged a blue bolt in the palm of my good hand and forced it toward the Clone. The bolt met with his side, charring the fabric of his shirt away and meeting his skin. He let go of my hair and grabbed his side irritably. "Little bitch, I didn't say you could use powers against me." He hissed.
"Sorry, didn't know you made the rules," I snapped back as I glared evenly at him. My hands glowed as I squared my shoulders. "However, I'm never 'all quite there' long enough to know the rules, so why should I play by them." I added with a smirk.
"Is little Bubbles trying to be confident? How cute." The Clone sneered as he raised his hand, a deep midnight bolt charging in his palm. He took a step forward and I raised my hands, ignoring the skips of my heart. Before I could react, the Clone shot forward his fist curling and making contact with my nose. If the sickening crunch wasn't enough, the salty red that ran into my mouth was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I bitterly spit the blood on the ground and held my hand to my nose. "What can the fragile doll not handle pain? Pathetic."
I grimaced and brought my fist up under his jaw, sending the asshole back about 30 yards. He stood, spitting some frothy pink into the grass. "I think you're the fragile doll." I muttered under my hand. The blood was still flowing but I stood up and glared at him. Black dots danced across my vision, but I stepped forward. Under the light of the moon, the Clone's face contorted and twisted into an unrecognizable mass of hatred. How could he have the DNA of Boomer?
He threw a small bolt at my bandaged arm and tore the gauze away with the small zaps of electricity. I glanced down at the sticky red thread that laced my arm together and gagged. Warm puke danced up my throat, but I swallowed it. I wasn't getting sick this early in the fight. The Clone was now at my side, his hands grasping my shoulders as he pinned me to the ground.
He knelt over my, his face unbearably close to mine. "You know, it doesn't have to be this way. You could very easily give me something, and I'll leave you alone." He ran a hand up my thigh and smirked. "Seeing you in pain is kind of turning me on doll face." I bared my teeth and spit. The Clone reeled backwards, disgusted. "Or we can play like this if that's how you like it." He hissed as he grabbed me harshly by the knee and twisted.
I bit my knuckles to keep the scream back. The Clone peeled himself off me and sneered. With my good arm, I reached for my knee, which now twisted itself in an awkward angle. Inhaling sharply, I prepared myself for the pain that was to come and popped it back into its socket. My teeth dug deeper into my hand and I tasted blood.
"You're pathetic Bubbles, can't even take this pain? Boy, you're in quite a bit of trouble, and there's no one to help." I shakily sat up, pushing the pain away the best I could, and failing. He had a point, not about being pathetic, but I was in trouble. I was in trouble because I was a Powerpuff girl, and it was time started acting like it.
I used all the energy I had to hover, so that I didn't have to put my leg on the ground. I couldn't afford passing out. Black dots continued to dance around the corners of my vision, but I forced myself to stay focus. This was my fight, it was time to turn the tables in my favor. My hands began to spark with energy as I mustered more strength. I needed this to be timed just right. Before I could do anything I was shot to the ground again. Damn it.
"You know this really isn't that fun when you aren't even trying. I mean causing you pain is fun and all, but-"
"You're going to feel ten times the pain you put her through asshole." Before I could comprehend what was happening, Boomer swooped down and body slammed into his clone, sending both of them into the ground with a sickening crunch. I sat up and glanced at the pair, ignoring the searing pain that shot through my whole body. The real Boomer wrestled his clone into the ground and our eyes met for an instant. "I'm sorry." Was all he mouthed.
"So what exactly do you have planned for me?" the clone slurred as he fought against Boomer. I grimaced, we really needed to silence that asshole. "Do you honestly think you can beat me," the clone overpowered Boomer in that instant, sending him hurtling a few dozen feet, "I know your every move. I'm a clone of you." I froze. If I didn't do something quick, Boomer was going to be in big trouble. Think Bubbles think-I hadn't called myself in that a long time. The pair now were in the air and the fight had turned grave. It was a lot more than a fist fight at this point.
My hands began to buzz with energy as stare at the sparring boys. The clone's back is to me, but my Boomer isn't exactly winning the fight. I ignored the blood that still poured from my nose and the throbbing of my knee, Boomer was my top priority at this point. I aimed my bolts at the back of the clone's head. His figure jolted toward the earth and with a ground rumbling thud, the clone made contact. I crawled over to the edge of the crater he had made and Boomer joined me. The Boomer clone was at the bottom, soot covered and motionless.
"Brooke, you did it," Boomer exclaimed as he tenderly began to scoop me into his arms. I shook my head and shrugged him away. I had the itch that this fight wasn't over yet. "What's wrong?"
"Get your brother's. Now."
"But-"
"Please Boomer, just trust me on this. Go get them." Boomer stared at me for a moment, but turned away and shot in the sky toward the warehouse. I peered back at the clone. He began to stir and sit up.
"What gave me away doll face?"
"Just a hunch." I winced when he turned to face me. His face had been burned by my blast. Flesh bubbled and charred around his left eye, leaving him even more sinister looking than before. "Why wait to attack until he was gone, you were obviously beating him?" It was in that moment I regretted my words. The clone scaled the side of the crater easily and was over me in a matter of seconds. I turned to gaze up at him, my back now to the crater.
"Just trying to catch you off guard. Looks like it worked, almost too well in fact." The Boomer clone shot me square in the chest sending me down into the pit. I groaned as I felt my chest throb. It was most likely bleeding, but I couldn't bring myself to look. I would definitely throw up then. "It's really been a pleasure killing you, but if you don't mind I'm going to finish the job." With the last of my strength I forced myself to sit up. I was now blinded with pain, my vision had gone completely black, but I forced myself to charge more energy. I sent bolt after bolt of energy, using every drop of will I had in me to hit some part of the clone. My vision began to clear slightly and I saw I had been somewhat successful. The clone didn't look so good, more flesh had charred and one of his arms lay limp and useless at his side. I could win this.
It was at that moment my body gave out though. I felt my chest burn and I felt the long gash that I had been too afraid to look at. I felt the blood squeeze through the tender muscle and I struggled to take in a breath. A blue light let me focus my attention, and a green one, and a red one. My body relaxed as I watched the Rowdyruff boys take charge. I let the darkness overtake me in that moment. I had nothing left. Blackness enveloped me as soon as the Rowdy's shot their energy. I was finally safe.