Btw, there won't be any PPG/RRB. I dun liek dat.
***"Buttercup!" I shouted over Bubbles's wailing. "Say sorry!"
"Make me!" retorted Buttercup, crossing her arms. "You aren't the boss of me."
Bubbles pushed past me and flew away, heading towards the monster. I don't think she knew where she was going; her sadness had blocked out all common sense. The monster turned its head in her direction, aiming its next attack at her.
"Bubbles!" we shouted as the fire came out of its mouth. I zoomed forwards and-
pulled her out of the way.
"Guys, we have to stay focused," I declared, letting go of a very shocked Bubbles. I gazed at the two of them, crossing my arms. "All this shouting and arguing isn't helping anyone."
Buttercup pointed at me, her face scrunched up. "You're the one that's not helping. Screw you, Blossom. I'm going to kill that monster."
She flew towards it. Bubbles tried to call her back, but I touched her arm and shook my head. My blue eyed sister's eyes flickered and she looked down, sighing softly. We both knew that once Buttercup got an idea into her head, it was very hard to get it out.
"RAAAAAARGH!" yelled Buttercup, holding out her fist. The monster jerked its head in her direction, its snout crinkling.
Then, without any warning, it opened its mouth and ate her.
"Buttercup!" screeched Bubbles, flying to the monster's belly. "Are you still alive?" She began to cry. "I'm sorry… you're right! I'm not helping."
"Bubbles, if we defeat it quickly then we can save Buttercup before she's digested," I said, my heart thudding. I hoped that I was right. The monster's head, which had been aimed at Bubbles, flicked upwards so it was looking at me.
"Wait…" I flew to the other side of the monster, a light bulb flashing above my head. "Bubbles! I think I know its weakness! It keeps looking towards where it can hear sound! I… I think it's blind."
Bubbles blinked, flying over to me. "So it can't see?"
"How will that help us though?" she asked sadly. "It can still hear us."
"You fly over to its other ear silently and when I say go, we'll both scream as loudly as possible. Its hearing will be so sensitive that it will damage its ears; then we can attack it." I raised my voice. "Buttercup, if you can hear me, when I say 'go', ram your body against the monster's stomach lining as hard as you can."
A small lump temporarily appeared in the monster's stomach, telling me that Buttercup was willing to comply. I smiled, glad that Buttercup was actually listening to me. I looked at Bubbles. "Ready?"
She nodded and noiselessly went over to the monster's other ear. We crept towards it slowly, me arriving at the ear Bubbles wasn't located next to. The monster remained perfectly still, most likely wondering where we had gone. I looked at Bubbles, who nodded at me.
We both shrieked into the monster's ears. It twitched, and roaring for all it was worth, the monster covered the sides of its head. Bubbles and I drew closer so that there was no way it could block us out.
"Heat vision! Go!"
Bubbles's eyes let out a strip of red light. I dropped down to the bottom of its stomach and zoomed up, finishing at its chin, where I punched it ferociously. I landed a few more blows on its face, before kicking off it and flipping in midair. I pushed my body forwards and rammed the monster's stomach with my head. It exploded, and monster guts rained down from the sky.
I could see Buttercup hovering several feet away. She was covered in a thick lumpy yellow mixture. Buttercup shivered before using her heat vision to clear her eyes. I grinned, flying down to her.
Bubbles got there before me and hugged Buttercup, not caring that she was filthy. "You're okay! Oh, I was so worried."
"You would be," mumbled Buttercup, eyeing me warily. And for good reason too. There was a tickle in my throat that was desperate to get out.
I put my hands on my hips. "Buttercup, yet again your anger led you to nearly killing yourself. Why can't you just listen to what I have to say? You would never have been eaten if you had just used your mind for-"
"Blossom, Buttercup is all right and the monster's been destroyed," interrupted Bubbles, letting go of our sister. "We don't need to fight about what's already happened. Now, come on; who wants to be play Superheroes?"
"Yeah!" Buttercup grinned. "Last one back has to be Big Billy!"
I watched the pair of them fly home. I stayed where I was, floating above the monster covered city. A siren went off beneath me as I mumbled, "You're welcome."
"Aw… he's so cute!" Bubbles Utonium giggled, hugging the creature so tightly its eyes nearly popped out of its sockets. "I can't imagine why he doesn't have a home yet."
"Neither can I…" replied Robin, gazing at the foaming bulldog warily.
Sometimes, Robin didn't understand the blonde woman. She had known her since they were young children, when she had moved next-door to the ex-superhero. Now, Bubbles had lost her childlike pigtails, having grown her hair until it reached her elbows and had done them up into two plaits. She was wearing a scruffy white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, because she often got dirty looking after the animals in the animal shelter. On the other hand, she had kept her brilliant blue eyes and her upbeat attitude and these were the things that Robin liked best about her.
Still, she didn't understand how her friend could think that that dog was even remotely cute.
"Hey, Bubbles, I'm heading home. Are you coming?" asked Robin, closing the rabbit pen and heading over to the sink to wash her hands.
"I'll only be a minute," Bubbles answered, putting down the dog and leaving the pen. She locked it after herself and joined Robin by the sink. The pair washed their hands happily, before drying them on a towel and leaving the shelter for the night.
When they were outside, they began to walk towards the bus stop. Bubbles shivered. It was the middle of summer, but it was unusually cold. She regretted leaving her jacket at home. Robin was perfectly content in her fluffy white cardigan, humming peacefully under the darkening sky. They reached their destination in a few minutes, the only two people there.
"It's quite cold tonight," remarked Bubbles, blowing on her hands. She could see her breath and was reminded of her sister. Bubbles lowered her hands, averting her gaze.
"Yeah… weird, isn't it?" said Robin, looking upwards. The intensity of her smile had lessened. "Who knew it could be so deathly cold in the summer?"
Bubbles flinched at the word 'deathly', remembering what day it was today. Up until that moment, it had slipped her mind. She sniffed sadly, looking at the road and trying not to cry.
"Bubbles?" Robin noticed her reaction and put a hand on her shoulder. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No… I just remembered something." She looked at Robin out of the corner of her eyes. She was her closest friend, but there were certain things she had kept secret from her. Bubbles tried to think of a way of telling her friend her problem without telling it to her at the same time. She exhaled slowly before saying as casually as she could manage, "What do you think happens to someone when they die?"
Robin blinked. She guessed that it was part of Bubbles's problem, but tactfully chose not to mention this. "Oh. Um… They go to Heaven if they've been good, and they go to Hell if they've been bad."
"What if someone who didn't have a very long life dies? Where do they go?"
"Man… Bubbles…" Robin scratched her head. "Did someone die? Oh, God…" She widened her eyes in fear. "Did one of your sisters die?"
Bubbles shook her head slowly, as though she wasn't completely sure. "No… it was... a friend. Today's the anniversary of their death."
"Oh…" Robin frowned at her sympathetically. "Well, I'm sure your friend has gone to Heaven. If they didn't have a very long life, then they can't have done enough bad things to not deserve a place there."
Bubbles smiled at her miserably. "Really?"
"Really," Robin told her, choosing to not tell her that she was actually an atheist. "Hey look, it's our bus!"
Relieved, Bubbles reached into her jeans pocket to find the money for her fare. To her horror, she couldn't feel it. She stuck her hand deeper in, only to watch the tip of her hand poke out of her pocket via a money sized hole. Bubbles groaned, realizing what had happened.
"Did you lose your money again?" Robin laughed. "No sweat, I'll pay for you and you can give me back the money tomorrow."
Bubbles's face reddened. "No, thank you. I already owe you three dollars for lunch. I'll go home on foot. I could do with some nice warm tomato soup to warm me up. I only live fifteen minutes away from here."
It was only a small lie, but she hated how easily it came out of her mouth. It would her take at least an hour to get home.
Robin sighed. "Okay. At least you can fly home, right?"
"Right…" replied Bubbles.
Robin was about to question the uncertainty in her voice when the bus driver honked his horn impatiently. Robin went onto the bus and sat by the window, beaming at her friend. She waved. "See you tomorrow! Bye!"
"Bye!" Bubbles responded, waving so hard she thought her arm would fall off. She kept moving her hand until the bus was out of sight, before dropping it to her side and sighing sadly.
She would have to walk home in the cold. She was fully capable of flying, but Bubbles didn't like to do that anymore. It was silly and sounded completely daft in her mind and out loud, but flying reminded her of the past. It reminded her of what she and her sisters used to be, and how much it contrasted with what they were now. Bubbles breathed out, watching her white breath escape her mouth and disappear into thin air.
If only everything could go away like that.
With a small sob, she felt the door of her memories unlock, opening a chest containing the past that she had wanted to hide away and never think about again.
"We could put some here," piped up Bubbles, flying over to the door that led into the hall, a piece of mistletoe in her hand. "Or… maybe here!" She zoomed over to the door that led into the kitchen. "Or maybe…"
"Put it somewhere and sit down," snapped Buttercup, who was sitting on the sofa. She took her cigarette out of her mouth and stubbed it against an ashtray. "You're burning my eyes with all your flying around."
"If I could fly, I would do it all the time," a dark haired fourteen year old girl in the corner commented. She was counting the presents that were around the small plastic tree carefully, making sure no one had forgotten to get her one.
"You would until I shot you down, Brunnera." Buttercup smirked. She picked up the remote that was on the end table next to her and pointed it at the television, checking what time it was. "It's way past noon. Hey Professor, when are we gonna have something to eat?"
"Soon," the Professor called from the kitchen, "when Blossom gets here."
Buttercup scowled, placing the remote onto the end table with such force that it collapsed and was instead a pile of splinters. She coughed, looking the other way and crossing one leg over the other, pretending that she hadn't been the one who had just broken it. Brunnera giggled, tossing her head over her shoulder and looking at the mess.
"It would be so cool if I could do that as well," she remarked.
"You wouldn't be saying that when I grounded you," Mrs Utonium said, entering the room from the hall. She eyed the broken end table, the least bit surprised. "Buttercup, dear, I really wish you wouldn't do that."
"You make it sound like I do it regularly."
"That's the third one this month."
Buttercup remained silent, tapping her hand against the armrest impatiently. Bubbles felt uncomfortable, having listened to what had been said, so she continued trying to find a suitable place to hang the mistletoe. Brunnera, however, was not so easily put off by the small argument.
"She can't help it if she's annoyed that Blossom isn't here yet," she retorted, picking up one of the presents and shaking. She returned it hastily after her mother glared at her. "We all agreed to be here straight after lunch. It's nearly five and she's still not here."
Buttercup frowned. "As usual."
"As usual," agreed Brunnera automatically.
Mrs Utonium shook her head fondly, finding herself unable to stay cross at them. There was something endearing about how much her daughter adored Buttercup. Her third word had been 'Butt-cup', after 'mine' and 'it'd-yet'. When she was eight, Brunnera had run away from home three times, but each time Buttercup had called her parents to say that Brunnera had come to visit her. She was a difficult child, getting into trouble at school and questioning the rules whenever they didn't suit her. Buttercup had been similar as a child, which would certainly explain why the pair got on so well.
However, that wasn't the only reason why she couldn't stay cross at them. Mrs Utonium was a very caring and patient person, but even she couldn't help but feel a little bit annoyed at Blossom. It was like this practically every year; something held her up at work (even though it was Christmas) and caused her to be a few hours late. She didn't think Blossom should have been working at all, Mayor or not.
It was irritating that Blossom was always late, and it was a bit unnerving when she did arrive. Mrs Utonium loved her like a real daughter. Blossom had been perfectly behaved for as long as she could remember and she felt no hate towards her. It was just… when she arrived, her and Buttercup were always at each other's throats.
Mrs Utonium groaned, facing the door of the kitchen. "Would you like some help with the dinner, dear?"
"No!" the Professor barked, before she could take even one step in his direction. He modified his tone so it wasn't as stressed out. "I'm fine. You cooked it last year. You just relax and-"
The fire alarm went off. Mrs Utonium bit her lip, edging towards the closed door.
"I can hear you moving, darling!" he shouted over the shrill ringing. "Sit down and watch a bit of TV. Everything is a-okay."
As soon as he finished his sentence, there was a loud explosion. Smoke began to creep out from under the crack in the door.
"… I'm okay!"
Mrs Utonium shook her head affectionately and sat on the sofa next to Buttercup. They stayed there in silence, the only noises being the short, sharp blasts Bubbles made as she flew about, and the rustling Brunnera created as she held various presents against her ear, trying to guess what she was receiving that year. The family opened their gifts after they had dinner. Brunnera growled, wishing that Blossom would just arrive.
After a while, the Professor stumbled out of the kitchen and crossed the room. He paused, grinning at them wildly. "I'm just going to have a little wash before Blossom arrives."
The Professor departed from the room, still smoking. His family giggled at the man's blackened appearance. Bubbles sighed, grinning, returning to the ground with the mistletoe still in her hands. Brunnera's eyes glittered and she got to her feet, tiptoeing up to Bubbles, whispering in her ear. The blue eyed woman nodded, sharing the same glimmer in her eyes. Buttercup ignored them, changing the channel on the TV so that it was showing a soppy movie about reindeers. It wasn't her kind of film, but Mrs Utonium insisted that it was good so they watched it anyway.
The Professor re-entered the room, infinitely cleaner than before. Mrs Utonium smiled at him, going over and standing in front of him. She pointed at the mistletoe hanging above them, raising her eyebrows. The Professor saw it and grinned, and the two kissed each other on the lips.
When they broke apart, the Professor chuckled. "Come on, let's go watch some TV. I bet Blossom will be here any second now."
They walked towards the sofa, purposing going past the window so that they could look out of it. They secretly hoped that they would see Blossom's limo drive down the street and stop outside their house.
The street was lifeless. Everyone was inside their houses, celebrating the holiday with their families.
"Mistletoe," Buttercup declared, pointing at the window.
The Professor grinned, looking up and kissing his wife once more. They went away from the window and sat on the sofa. The movie was nearly over, but they had seen it so many times before that it didn't matter.
"Mistletoe," repeated Buttercup, a mischievous expression on her face.
"Bubbles, I only remember giving you one to put up." He looked up and nudged his wife. Mrs Utonium followed his gaze and laughed. Bubbles was flying directly above them, carrying Brunnera, who was holding out the mistletoe so it was between them. Upon being caught, they quickly landed on the ground and smiled innocently.
"Oh, you!" Mrs Utonium spluttered, swatting their heads playfully. "I wondered why it seemed to be following us around like that."
A sudden knock on the door distracted everyone. The Professor got up and went to answer it. Bubbles grinned, running after him. Buttercup's face remained calm. Brunnera looked away, gripping her knees tightly.
This wasn't going to end well.
"I apologize for being so late: I had a lot of paper work to do," explained a voice that made one of Buttercup's eyes twitch. "I'm really, really sorry."
"It doesn't matter. As long as you're here, it's fine."
The Professor and Bubbles entered the room with Blossom. She was still wearing her work clothes, having come there straight from the Town Hall. She put down a large bag, which was filled with presents.
Buttercup pulled a face. Knowing Blossom, the presents had been wrapped in gold and sprinkled with jewels. She always brought what Buttercup hated to admit were nice presents. The latest cell phones, necklaces… things that Buttercup couldn't afford on her salary. It made her feel inferior in comparison. It made her presents look less impressive. It made it seem like Blossom was better than her.
Brunnera couldn't help but grin and hug her pink eyed sister tightly. She knew that she had been mean about her earlier, but she was very excited to see her again. To be honest, Brunnera didn't really hate her. It was just a show so that Buttercup would be happy. Brunnera really didn't see what was so bad about Blossom. She was a bit distant, but she was kind and always brought good presents.
"I missed you too," Blossom told her, hugging her back stiffly. She hadn't been hugged in a long time and the action was alien to her.
Brunnera couldn't see Buttercup shooting daggers at the back of her head with her eyes. She gazed up at Blossom with a dazzling smile. "Of course I missed you… Can I open my presents now, Mom?"
Mrs Utonium rolled her eyes as she greeted Blossom with a hug. "After we have our dinner."
They quickly sat down to eat, chatting as they consumed their food. It was rather burnt and crispy, but the girls ate it without a word of complaint. They didn't ask for seconds, instead drinking as much wine and sparkling water as they could before they got a stomach ache. Brunnera had tried to pour herself some wine but Mrs Utonium had stopped her, telling her that she wasn't old enough. Brunnera had crossed her arms and muttered something about not wanting some anyway.
As soon as the Professor said the word 'present', Brunnera shot out of her seat and went to the tree. She picked up the presents, throwing them behind her if they weren't addressed to her. Bubbles yelped, flying upwards and catching one of the presents. Another one sailed towards her, but before she could get to it another hand shot out and yanked it out of her reach.
Buttercup smirked, showing her the present before going to catch the next one.
Bubbles narrowed her eyes playfully. "It's on."
The two women darted around the room, trying to catch more presents than their sister. Mrs Utonium and the Professor clapped, cheering them on. Blossom observed them distastefully, her hands on her hips.
"They're not kids anymore," she muttered to herself.
"Lighten up, it's only a bit of fun," the Professor told her warmly. Blossom ignored him.
They soon landed, Buttercup looking very smug. "Thirteen. I win."
"Yeah, only because you knocked some out of my hands," argued Bubbles.
"That's loser talk."
"No, it's not!"
"I'm opening my presents now!" Brunnera ripped open a shiny green one, letting the material slide between her fingers. She giggled evilly, holding up a pair of boxing gloves. "Whoever got me these is awesome!"
"That was me," Buttercup told her, feeling proud. "I knew you'd like them."
"I do, ever so much. Now open mine," Brunnera demanded.
Buttercup found Brunnera's present easily. It was obvious that she had taken the most time wrapping it, and she didn't doubt that she had taken the most time choosing it as well. She took off the wrapping paper and found a book. Not expecting anything interesting, Buttercup opened it.
It wasn't just a book. It was a photo album full of photos of their family. She closed it, deciding to look through it later. To show Brunnera that she liked it, Buttercup ruffled her hair playfully.
"How about you open mine next," Blossom said, emptying her sack of gifts carefully and giving one of the boxes to her kid sister. The others began opening their presents, starting with the ones from Blossom. Buttercup remained still, glaring at them.
"Ooh…" Brunnera held up a sparkling necklace. Its silver chain was flawless, and the purple gemstone in it shone radiantly. She held it in front of her face, her mouth agape as she examined it. "Wow… it's so beautiful."
It's totally better than the boxing gloves Buttercup bought me. Wow, she must have got them at a dump or something.
"Blossom got you a present too, Buttercup," said Bubbles, pushing the present into her hands. Buttercup peered down at it, a sneer distorting her mouth. Feeling everyone's eyes on her, she forced herself to open it.
It was a lot like Brunnera's present, except that the chain was gold and the gemstone was green. Admittedly it was very pretty, but she wasn't going to say this any time soon. Buttercup yawned, scrunching it up and stuffing it into her pocket.
"Why don't you give Blossom her present?" Mrs Utonium piped up, before an awkward silence could fall on them.
"You did get her a present this year, didn't you?"
Buttercup groaned and got out a small present, which was wrapped with yellowing newspaper. She threw it at Blossom's face, who caught it with her left hand. The pink eyed woman unwrapped it cautiously, unsure what she was going to uncover.
"Oh…" Blossom held up a bottle of head lice lotion. "How… thoughtful of you."
"Blossom has nits?" Bubbles squeaked, edging away from her. Brunnera snickered, covering her mouth with her hand. Buttercup was watching Blossom for a reaction and was clearly enjoying what she was seeing.
Blossom reddened, holding it at an arm's length. "No, I don't. Buttercup, you're not meant to base your present on what you require."
"I know, that's why I got you that," Buttercup retaliated.
"We meet for the first time in a year and you get me this?" She shook the bottle furiously, barely stopping herself from stuffing it down her sister's throat. "What's the matter with you?"
"Me? What the hell are you talking about? You're the one who has problems. You were the one who was six hours late. You think you can walk in here and we won't give a damn."
"I apologized for being so late, even though it wasn't my fault. I didn't think, 'Hey, won't it be funny if I don't turn up on time?' In case you forgot, I have a very important job that requires me to work during the holidays. I can't help it if-"
"You can help it. You think your job's more important than us."
"When did I say that?"
"You implied it."
"You always try and make me sound like a cold heartless jerk."
"Well, maybe if you quit being one then I couldn't make you sound like one."
"Burn…" Brunnera remarked. Everyone ignored her.
"Oh, so I'm the bad guy here? You're the one who got me… me… stupid head lice lotion from your medicine cabinet."
"Stupid? That stings so much. What's the matter, don't want to taint your mouth with some naughty words?"
"I don't need to because I don't have a limited vocabulary and therefore do not need to resort to swearing. I also don't fly around the house like a preschooler high on sugar. Do you know how stupid you looked? I can't believe I'm related to you."
"Shut up," said Buttercup, unable to come up with a better argument.
"No, you shut up." She didn't think that a rational conversation was going to get through to her.
"No, you shut up."
"No, you shut up."
"No, you shut up."
The front door slammed, interrupting their conversation. Through the window they could see Bubbles running out of the house, crying into her coat's sleeve. Her presents were dumped on the ground, gazing up at them abandoned.
Blossom looked guilty, but her face resumed being angry when Buttercup sneered, "This is all your fault. Why couldn't you just come on time like the rest of us? You think you're so special. You think you can ruin things like you always do. You're an excuse of a sister."
"Buttercup!" Mrs Utonium gasped, shock and fury on her face. "Don't say such things about your sister." She turned towards Blossom. "Take no notice of what she said. She doesn't mean it. She's just angry."
"Please don't try and sugar-coat the situation," Blossom retorted, trying to hide the wobble that was in her voice. "She is perfectly aware of what she said and I… I hate her! I hate you, Buttercup."
She left the house with her presents, dropping Buttercup's in the trash can on her way out. Buttercup's face darkened and she started to move towards the door. "Yeah, well… I… I…"
"Please, Buttercup." The Professor put a hand on her shoulder, his appeal nearly getting stuck in his throat. "Please…"
Buttercup jerked her shoulder away, refusing to let tears prick the corners of her eyes. "Come back here! I ain't done with you, Pinkie!"
She stopped in her tracks when she heard Brunnera's quiet voice.
"Leave it, Buttercup. She's gone."
Bubbles didn't know she was down the alleyway until she bumped into something. It was pitch black, so she couldn't see very well. She was about to use her night vision when a purple ball of fire appeared, making her forget about her powers temporarily. She transferred her gaze from the ball to the hand that it was floating above.
"Who-?" she started, but a hand picked her up and lifted her off her feet. Bubbles kicked at whoever was holding her. Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through her body. Bubbles gasped, drawing her legs to her throbbing chest. The water that escaped her eyes burned her cheeks and she emitted a series of short gasps.
"Kick me again and I'll kick you back," her assailant hissed.
Bubbles nodded dumbly, feebly raising her head so she could get a good look at the person… assuming it was a person.
She could see a female face gazing at her, mostly obscured by a pair of sunglasses. An evil smile spread across the woman's face. "Hello."
Bubbles didn't say hello back. Her throat was too dry. Whoever the attacker was, she was stronger than her… than a normal human… or any human for that matter.
The person laughed, each note making the hairs on Bubbles's body stand to attention. "This is too easy. Now to take y-"
"Hey," a voice from above shouted. "Get your dirty hands off her."
Last edited by goggy
on Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:49 am, edited 1 time in total.