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The Girls Strike Hard

Bubbles

Blossom was usually right, so I believe she's right this time. I walk out of my room. I stop in my tracks when I notice Boomer right across the hall. His hair is messy, like he barely woke up.

Don't trust him-Blossom words echo in my ear. I frown.

I really like Boomer, but he definitely was mysterious.

I skip right pass him. Don't worry Blossom, I won't let him trick me. I may be naive, but I am still a Powerpuff girl. Boomer straighten up when he saw me.

"Good morning I uh..-nothing," I try to think up an excuse, but nothing came. Saying stay away sounds mean. Instead I head downstairs towards the garden. Boomer had a frown in between not sure if he should follow me or leave me alone. It's too bad he's a bad guy. I could really have enjoyed talking with a guy once in a while. I collect a pair of flowers and start arranging them together. Boomer stood at the distance. I decide it's best to ignore him, so I hum to myself and pretend he's not there. I could tell this officially bored him. He crosses his arms and his eyes were dropping. If he was a bodyguard wasn't he supposed to be alert at all times?

When I finish with my arranging, I pick up a romance/comic book manga to read.

" So..." he trails off, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

I try not to think of how adorable that look stuck to him. I glance up, but don't say anything. He waits. I went back to my book. After a while he does something that would've made me giggle if it wasn't for the fact I didn't want to get his attention. He sat down with a yawn.

Pfft...Which bodyguard falls asleep on the job? I pretend to go back to my book, but I am curiously staring at him. He yawns again.

I could get rid of his boredom. I close my book, a hopeful expression crosses his face.

"I got a job for you," I say with sweet quick smile.

"What kind of job?" he stands up.

" Feeding my 3 cats, 2 dogs, 1 hamster, 1 horse, 4 bunnies, and of course my tiger," I have to say the expression on his face is priceless as he hears the numbers.

"Me?" he points to himself.

I nod.

"The animals are my responsibility and you're in charge of me, so...let's get started," I start walking to the animal farm house.

Boomer lift an eyebrow. " Bubbles look I'm not in charge of your personal stuff-," he began saying.

One good thing about being the sweet one of my 2 sisters is that I could always just cry. I force my eyes to get watery.

" You...won't?...and I thought...you were cool," I cover my face and start bawling out. " I'm so..-," cry cry then...-

" Bubbles?"

It was working I turn back to face him.

" Okay..fine. I'll do it," Boomer says uncomfortably.

I try to hide my smile. " Really?"

" Yeah yeah. Just stop crying," Boomer mumbles.

I turn and flash him a smile. Boomer heads over to the farm house. I smile when his back is towards me. Just because I'm the sweet one doesn't mean I don't know how to exactly get stuff out of people. I may as well have some fun.

"Yay! Thank you," I rush over and grab his arm leading him towards my set of animals.

Buttercup

I walk outside. Of course, that jerk was standing right there waiting for me. I definitely knew something was wrong when I saw him. Apparently he's some sort of troublemaker. Hmph. Well I'm definitely not going to be part of whatever he has in mind. He has some nerve coming here. I crack my knuckles. Right now, I want to wipe that smirk from his face.

"A little late today, what are you scared?" his green eyes gleam.

"Me? Scared? I'm not scared, you better be prepared because I'm not holding back on you today...or ever!" I grip the soccer ball on my hand.

Something gleam in his eyes.

" Fine by me. You can try all you want, won't change a thing," he snickers.

" You're so full of yourself," I can't wait to crush it down.

I drop the ball.

" Whatever," Butch eyes go to the ball.

We both head straight for the ball. This time I don't hold back at all.

Blossom

I came to the conclusion that all they could want is the money, or experiments. Most likely they are after money. Why else would they come here if they weren't? Something just doesn't seem right. Unless..they do plan to kill us when we least expect it. Murder? Of course, they can be some serial killers, planning to assassinate all of us!

" Are you still googling me?" a voice broke lose.

I stand up, startled. This reaction obviously made me look more suspicious.

" Why are you always sneaking up on me?" I try to regain control.

He shrugs. Okay. I need this guy spill some clues. I stare at him.

Why the cap?

I cross my arms and wait. " Is there something you needed?"

" Is this your dad's library?" he asks.

" Obviously," I reply then frown.

Why would he ask something like that? He looks around as if expecting every single detail.

" Have you never seen a library before?'' I ask, it seemed really weird that a guy would ask such a question.

He shrugs still glancing around as if he was looking for something. But what?

" So enlighten me Brick," I try out his name, it came out easily out of the tip of my mouth. " What exactly do you want?" I get straight to the point.

Brick glances up for a moment and I see something flash in his eyes. His eyes darken, but as soon as I saw it, it was gone.

" To set things straight," he replies, his tone a bit deeper than before.

" What things?" I narrow my eyes.

" You're smarter than you look Blossom. Figure it out," he challenge with a smirk playing in his lips.

" Was that supposed to be an insult?" I'm glad he doesn't think I'm dumb. He should know exactly how I am.

Brick shrugs again.

Ugh. Why was he so irritating? " Just go," I say pointing to the door.

" Kicking me out? Oh...wait there's something I wanted to ask you," Brick took a step towards me.

I move back, keeping the distance.

" What?"

" Your..stepmother… Does she own any-I don't know- snakes?" he asks as if he didn't know how to phrase it.

" No. We don't have any snakes at all,'' I curiously stare at him.

He looks confuse. " But...forget it," he starts heading towards the door.

Snakes...? Did he- No.. Sure I heard some hissing noises before but I thought that was some cat or maybe just my imagination. Hmm..could he have heard the same hissing noises too? I open my computer, plugging in my flash drive. I won't be long until I find out exactly what they are planning. I turn on the surveillance camera of the whole house. I see him from the screen in my computer. He was just outside, he was twirling his cap in his hand, while his expression remain serious. He definitely had a mysterious aspect to him. The way his cap overshadows his eyes to make them almost look actually red. Or how his mouth twitches in a half smile/ half smirk that transforms his whole face. er...what does it matter. Who cares if he has an interesting characteristic. A person like him, so unsettling needs to be dealt with carefully, because you never know exactly what lies beneath.

Buttercup

" I win! Suck on that!" I shout out, saliva forming in my mouth. Sweat coming from my forehead. It was a challenge, a deep one to beat him. My muscles haven't been this tense since years. My body aches from yesterday's fight. Yet, nothing felt better than knocking that ball in the middle of the court right as he tried to stop it. I feel really satisfied.

" You just got lucky don't let it get to your head," Butch protests.

" Luck had nothing to do with it," I pick a water bottle up.

" Impossible. I'm excellent in soccer! I-"

" Oh quit it would you! Stop being just a sissy," I snap.

This is the perfect time to tell him off. I take a deep breath. " I think this is a perfect lesson to teach you that I don't want you as my bodyguard, got that," I say each word with emphasize. " Instead, I wish that you could leave along with your plans. They're not going to work here scum. If you value any part of your body just quit now," there I said it.

My eyes lock with his deep green ones. I stood my ground. I learned from yesterday how easily he gets offended.

" You don't bark orders to me," he replies, straightening up.

" So what? I make my own rules pal, though I was going to let it slide for a while. I just have to tell you that you will pay if you so much as do something to my family! I will break you down," Usually when I threaten something they back away, they get scared or frighten

I didn't see that in Butch. His eyes narrow.

" Oh really? You think I'm scared of you," his voice was harsher than I've ever heard him.

" You should," I don't step back even as I see him approach.

He snorts harshly. " It takes more than a Powerpuff to beat me or even scare me,"

My hands clench. " Why the hell are you doing here! Just leave before you regret it," I grit my teeth tightly together.

" I'm doing something that I should've done earlier! Years earlier-," he shouts back.

The nerve. I wonder what he meant by that?

" What?" I demand.

" None of your business," Butch replies his voice coming out restrain, like he was trying hard to hold on whatever emotions wanted to come out of him.

I don't necessarily know why, the fact he didn't tell me anger me. Everyone usually spitted out their secrets when I told them to.

" You're only here because you want to steal our money huh?" I growl. " You scumbag."

" Think what you want, this will all change anyway or is your daddy going to pay your f-ing bills all your life," Butch snaps evenly.

" At least I have a father!" I shout and the moment those words are out, his green eyes go completely dark. His hands clench and his face is red in anger.

I must've hit the spot. I didn't feel content about it though. There was something in him right now that send a shiver down my spine. In a quick movement he grips my wrist, his hands like freaking iron locks.

" Go to hell," he almost spat, his face really close to me.

I could feel the anger radiating off of him, flaring his nostrils. I keep my glare, showing that I wasn't afraid. My heart was beating quickly and I couldn't control it. He lets go of my arm, brushing pass me abruptly.

I don't move. I don't act. I was too surprise to go after him. I glance at my hands, gasping as I see the red marks of his iron-like grip. I stare in disbelief at my wrist then out of frustration I let out a yell. Who in the world is he? No one has ever managed to defeat me or beat me. Let alone hurt me like he has. Everyone claim my skin was like rock, but if that was true then why did Butch's grip leave marks in my skin.

Brick

Blossom is becoming a real challenge. I'm not even sure what her problem is in general. Yet she's quite fascinating and she's smart. I glance up at the rotating cameras, I wouldn't have thought of being watched by a camera. If it wasn't for me overhearing a servant say how strange that the surveillance is activated. This just means I have to be careful.

" Hello Brick,"

I straighten up, almost cursing since she scared me.

" Yeah," I answer.

It's the step-mother. She smiles. Okay, straight out there the mother freaks me out. Especially since yesterday when I could've sworn I heard hissing noises coming directly from her room, and let's face it. When Blossom said they didn't own any snakes what else was I supposed to think?...Vampires?

" Is Blossom giving you a hard time?" she asks, a glint in her eyes.

" Nah, I'm fine," I reply then remember that I should act more sophisticated. " Not at all ma'am,"

She smiles wider.

" She's a stubborn girl, it's too much for her own good. She needs a good lesson, maybe you can teach her," her voice went harsher.

I tried not to frown.

" What do you mean?"

" Figure it out boy, things are not always easssy," she walks away.

Easssy? Urgh..freaky. I cross my arms. I'm no CSI or even a cop, but she dang looks familiar, like I had seen her before-…Blossom comes out of the library.

" Hey Bloss your-,"

" What did you call me?" she glares. " Don't go calling me nicknames like you know me."

" Whatever, your step-mom is really freaky,"

" I don't care what you say," Blossom heads up the stairs.

" Hey!" I run after her.

" I'm serious. The hisses-,"

" You're crazy," she shakes her head.

" Are you saying that as long as you lived here you never notice the hissing noises?" I come in front of her.

She stops. She knows. I could tell.

" Does your step-mom ever go out during the night?" I ask.

" What are you suggesting?" she tries moving away.

Out of impulse I stop her by setting both hands on her shoulders. She acts quickly. Next thing I know her fist lands on the set of my jaw.

" Ouch! The hell-,"

" Don't touch me ever again," she moves away.

I rubbed my jaw then glance down to see the step-mother smirking.

Boomer

It's nearly 7:45 P.M when I come into our room, so exhausted I feel like I'm about to collapse. I need a shower. I came in with Brick, holding an ice-bag to his jaw.

" What happen to you?" we ask each other at the same time.

" Bubbles has put me on chores duty all freaking day,'' I explain first.

" You? Chores?" Brick suppresses a gasp.

" She started crying, I didn't know what to do- so next thing I know it's a full day of working," I sat down, gulping down a glass of water.

" So basically, she punk you in doing chores for her," Brick began laughing.

" I did not-," I start to protest when it suddenly made sense. She definitely could've tricked me. Man, I was such an idiot. " Shut up," I grumble covering my face on my idiocy.

At that same moment Butch comes in furious.

" I can't stand her! That Buttercup! I almost lost it today, I swear if she wasn't a girl-," Butch fist hit the wall in his anger.

Brick and I tense already used to how wild Butch can get when he's mad.

" Calm down dude," Brick heads over at the same time I do.

" Just let it go-," I suggest.

" You know what she said? She said ' at least I have a father' right to my face that little bi-,"

" Look dude let it go for now we'll get back at them," Brick reassures.

Butch curse, moving back.

" They haven't been that easy. Boomer got punk by Bubbles, Buttercup offended you, and I got punch by Blossom. They are making everything so difficult," Brick mess with his cap.

" You got punked by the sweet one?" Butch glance at me, his anger replace by teasing.

" Shut up,"

" We have to change our tactics. There must be a way," Brick leaned over the wall.

" I don't think I can control myself if Buttercup opens her mouth again," Butch practically snaps.

" Control it, she probably just likes to provoke you," Brick mention.

I nod, heading towards the shower with the thought in my head. Was Bubbles trying to provoke me too? So is Bubbles really not as sweet as I thought?

When I come out, I notice Brick was taking the first watch again. I was exhausted, but I couldn't sleep yet. It was too strange to adjust to living in a room like this. I head outside instead, hoping to relax more. I then remind myself of my dad and the mother I hardly ever knew.

A noise prickles to my left.

I tense, but out springs out a cat, popping out it comes to me meowing. I sigh, reaching into my pocket. I pulled out a beef jerky and hand it to it. I know what it felt to be starving. Most days of my childhood I remember Brick, Butch, and I stealing food just to survive.

I kneel down, scratching it ears.

" Your welcome," I tell the cat just as I hear a gasp behind me.

I glance back to see Bubbles, she places down a cup of milk. The cat jogged towards her.

" Hello Again Mr. Mittens," she tells him, but her eyes didn't leave me.

" Um.," It's funny how I couldn't think of a single thing to say.

" I always come to feed him during this time," she murmurs, her blond locks flowing in her face from the wind.

I suddenly realize she's wearing a transparent blue nightgown.

I blush. Thank God it's dark out, how embarrassing would it be if it was daytime.

" You're actually pretty kind. The softer one of your brothers. Hmm-," she steps towards to me.

I move back. Why does her presence makes me nervous?

" Don't have to be embarrassed about it, I think it's really sweet. Why were you out here Boomer?" she ask, a smile playing in her lips.

" I uh- needed some fresh air," I remind myself how she tricked me before.

" You're definitely not like your brothers," she says it like a matter of fact.

" What do you mean-?" that's when the alarms blare.

" INTRUDER! BURGLAR ALERT! "

Huh?

" It's the burglar alarm," Bubbles informs, surprised.

Oh..burglar. As in a criminal...so wait a minute is this actually for real?

Butch

Freaking big mouth. I thought she was pretty cool before she started saying all that towards the end. I wanted to really do something to her. I had felt fire in my skin. I was ready to do some serious damage, but couldn't do it. The moment I left her I was in such deep anger. I tossed things around and punched others stuff no matter who freaking saw me. My anger is finally calming down. Then the alarms started blaring

WTF? I go outside with a muscle shirt and some shorts.

" What's that?" I notice Brick as I came out.

" It's the alarm-shit there's a burglar in the house- a real one," Brick clarifies.

" A real one?" You mean...-hell this is a real situation.

" I'll go find Blossom. You-," he hesitates.

" I'll find freaking Buttercup," I say, my hand already clenching.

'' Don't let her get to you," he says and heads over to where Blossom most likely was.

Okay now to find princess loudmouth. The alarms blared louder. Someone ,maybe one of the servants turn off the lights. I head over to the living room where I spot Buttercup snoozing on the couch, her legs dangling, her eyes closed, and her earphones on her ears. Her music echoed out of the earphones loudly. Look at her, she's completely oblivious to what's going on. I come over and pull her up. She instantly goes alert. Her fist flings towards my face. I stop it inches from my face.

" You again?" she glares now, her knuckles tightening.

" Burglar alert," I inform through gritted teeth.

" What?" she pull her hand back forcefully.

" I wouldn't be here otherwise," I glare at her.

She glares back evenly.

" I'll handle it," she mutters.

" No, my damn job is to protect you so-"

" I don't need protection, you should know that," she walks away.

Don't follow her. Leaving her felt perfectly fine...but, Damn, I follow her with an urge to protect her though she had infuriated me.

" I don't need backup either," she snaps.

I hear a clicking noise that I remember hearing once before.

" Aren't you listening to me! Go-"

" Buttercup shut up," I murmur trying to hear the sound again.

" Excuse me!-," before she was done I react.

I knock her down, bringing her slamming into the floor.

" Butch! What the hell! I'm going to kill-," that's when the first bullet was heard.

My eyes lock with Buttercups. Green and Green together. Who ever he is, he was a gun and he isn't afraid to use it on anyone to kill them. I realize something I could've let Buttercup die right now, but I saved her. I wanted to save her. I don't like her, but I saved her life.

Buttercups eyes go wider in shock.

" Come on girls why don't you come out and play for a while," a deep voice came out.

~~~~(cue dramatic music) ... xD I like the way I ended this chapter. It gives me plenty of interesting things to write on the next. Oh in case I haven't mention it someone ask who my favorite powerpuff is. It's Buttercup. When I was younger I loved Bubbles more than the rest. Now I just love Buttercup strong radical behavior, Bubbles is my second, Ahm..Blossom was always my third favorite. xD Please Submit a Review :) It makes me extra happy ^^ plus it motivates me so please?

Catch you in the next chapter. Chapter 4. The Boys Redeem themselves.