Buttercup knelt down, examining the body, if it could be called that. The remains were barely even that, pieces everywhere in the room. She chuckled a bit at her partners expression.
"Need a break rookie?" he shook his head and swallowed. She could only guess he had been holding back bile which brought another laugh from her. She sighed and pushed to her feet turning to the officers who were the first on the scene. One sat on a stool, covered in blood and shaking. She placed a hand on the officers shoulder
"Any idea what caused this?" she asked him calmly, giving him a gentle smile. From what she could tell at least half the men here were rookies, too green for a scene like this. But they had to see this eventually. The officer stared at her for a moment then back at the body.
"I..it wasn't human..." he said quietly.
"what?" She pressed, wanting to make sure she had heard him right.
"IT WASN'T HUMAN! I..it tore through e..everything! I..I fired..b..but it did nothing...Nothing!" he screamed, curling up into a ball and crying. She nodded to another officer and the man was taken away. Her partner poked at the remains
"No amount of ducktape is gonna fix this..." he commented absentmindedly.
"Well we've got tons of yellow tape around the scene." she joked. She looked around the scene slowly, playing it out in her mind. She mentally thanked Blossom for scolding and forcing her to learn to focus in times like this. She walked over to the mangled door, running her hand along it.
"It looks like the victim entered here...then walked behind the counter and leapt back, reaching for a hidden weapon. So the attacker must have come through the front door" she pointed to the door, noticing some markings on the ground, she walked over running her fingers over them.
"looks like...claw marks."
"well he did say it wasn't human." Timmy commented, kneeling beside her.
"Ever see a claw like that?" she asked. He looked it over rubbing his chin.
"I dunno, I think i've seen it somewhere before..." she stood and continued piecing the scene together, finding several shells on the ground.
"He fired off a shot and the attacker leapt at him, smashing him against this wall here." she said stopping at a wall with busted bottles soaked in blood.
"The victim fell, badly injured but still fighting. He probably tried to knock away whatever attacked him with his gun then fired off another round. But this one missed and hit the corner of the doorway. The attacker then latched onto the victims leg here." she stopped in front of a large spot of blood
"This must have been where it was ripped off, then the victim crawled to the wall here and reached for his phone, calling the police. Our boys arrive having been nearby dealing with a domestic disturbance and find the victim being mauled by his attacker. Then we get the call to come in."
"Your pretty good at that." Timmy pointed out
"You learn a few tricks after a couple of years rookie. Only problem is, what attacked him and why?" she grabbed a piece of the leg and placed it in a bag.
"Looks like there is some spit on this, we'll take it back to the lab and have Dex take a look."
He sighed seeing his sister-in-law standing before him holding a large bag with a mangled leg inside of it
"Brought ya a present Dex, mind telling me whats on it?" she said with a grin. he pushed his glasses up and removed the leg from the bag, several machines whirring to life and scanning the leg as he removed the shredded material that used to be pants from the leg.
"The computer has found a saliva sample. But it doesn't match anything in my database...Thats impossible, computer! scan again!" again it scanned and again no match. Dexter couldn't believe it. There was something out there outside of his database, a grin appeared on his face and he grabbed his field kit.
"what are you doin four-eyes?" Buttercup asked as he grabbed his cellphone.
"I'm calling home and telling Blossom i'll be late, we're going monster hunting."
"Huh? who could be calling at this hour?" she picked up her cell and smiled, quickly answering it.
"Hey Dexter. Let me guess, staying late for work?" she asked with a small smirk.
"Yes...Buttercup found something strange, its not in the database." Dexter said quietly. Blossom sat there in silence for a moment, her hand resting on her sleeping daughters shoulder. They had spent years together creating that database. They had discovered creatures on several other worlds they had placed into it.
They had searched vast wastelands, deep underwater and far out into space. There couldn't possibly be something that existed outside of that database. But Dexter wouldn't lie to her, and he sounded too excited about it to be lying. She sighed a little and smiled, he was probably going off to hunt it down with Buttercup.
"Alright Dexter, but be careful ok?" she asked softly, her voice wavering slightly with worry.
"What could harm a genius like me Blossom? Besides your sister is here with me, I'll be alright."
"I know you will Dexter, I just worry is all." she admitted
"I'll only look for a couple of hours or so, then I'll come home."he assured her. Blossom sighed and smiled softly, looking down at her daughter. Of course he would come home.
"I'll see you when you get home." she hung up and sighed. She knew Dexter could handle himself in a fight, and Buttercup had honed her skills over the years and was now a better fighter than herself.
But she had a bad feeling building in the pit of her stomach. Buttercup always handled the more gruesome cases. she had told her it was more exciting that way.
"Don't do anything stupid Dexter..." Blossom mumbled, picking up little Susan and heading to her room.
Dexter put his cell away and knelt down to look at a stain on the ground, the body had been taken away before they had arrived back at the scene but the blood and devastation remained. He wished he could've seen the body, but he had the claw markings by the door for reference. He collected a sample of the blood and went over to the claw marks, pressing a button on the edge of his glasses.
"It almost matches several creatures in my database, but none of them are a complete match."
"come on Dex you can figure this out." Buttercup said. Timmy nodded.
"I can't remember where i've seen this before. But I know i've seen it." he mumbled under his breath, his muscles flexing slightly as he crossed his arms. Dexter grinned and turned toward him
"I have an idea. Timothy, would you allow me to look through your memories?" he asked, though it wasn't exactly a question. Buttercup knew that look in his eye, she had seen it when the boy genius had wanted to examine what made her so strong. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you couldn't run from Dexter.
"Uh...my memories? How are ya gonna do that?" he asked, afraid of the answer.
RRRRRRRRRRING RING! RRRRRING RING! SLAM! The phone fell to the ground, shaking itself from the end-table as it rang. The sound of the closed cell crashing to the ground finally woke its owner, drawing her sleep-deprived attention to it.
With a sigh she lifted the cell phone, pushing her flowing black hair out of her face and behind her ear, allowing the phone to flip open and take its place against it.
"Hello?" she asked sleepily.
"Hey, its me" the other end answered. Any thoughts of sleep were shattered as the soothing voice of her wife reached her ears. It had been days since they had spoken to one another and she was beginning to worry.
"Buttercup! Where have you been!?" Trixie demanded, more worried than upset.
"Its this case, its not pretty..."
"None of your cases are! You always take the gross ones!" she thought maybe she should stop yelling, but she had a point to make and Buttercup was too hard-headed for her to stay calm about all of this.
"Trix, I didn't call to argue with you..." Buttercup said sadly on the other line.
"I...I'm sorry...its just...I haven't seen you for a while...I'm worried about you Buttercup..."
"Hey, no poutin or cryin Trix. I'm on my way home right now. Dex is doin some research and there isn't much I can do til he's done." Trixie smiled to herself at the thought of the Former PowerPuff Girl returning. Her thoughts interrupted by a soft cry from a room nearby.
"Hold on just a sec Buttercup." Trixie said, standing from the bed and peeking her head into the room beside hers. There in her bed sat the sobbing form of one Yeardley Tang. Trixie smiled a little and sat on the bed beside her daughter, gently wrapping an arm around her and letting her rest her head against her.
"Whats wrong Yeardley? Did you have a nightmare?" she nodded, sniffling a little.
"The monster one?" another nod.
"Well, do you wanna talk to mommy about it?" Trixie held out the phone for her and she gasped, quickly grabbing it.
"Mommy?" she asked.
"Hey kiddo!" Buttercup chuckled, Yeardly smiled, wiping away some of her tears. Buttercup could hear the sob still shaking her daughter and gripped the steering wheel of her car, forcing herself to relax so she didn't break it.
"Those monsters didn't try to scare you again did they?" she asked in a motherly tone.
"Y...Yea...but you'll stop em right momma?" She asked, relaxing a little after hearing her mothers voice.
"Heck yea I will! Make sure you keep the closet closed so they can't get away, ok kiddo?" Yeardly giggled.
"Ok momma!" she handed the phone back to Trixie who wore a soft smile as she placed the phone against her ear.
"See? We need you here Buttercup..."
"I know, I know. I'd be there sooner if you didn't make me get this stupid car..." she mumbled
"Well you never know, what if you lose your flying powers? It happened to Blossom once already remember?" Trixie argued gently
"Yea Yea Yea, you used that argument to make me get my license. Look, I'll be there soon k?"
"Alright, be careful...I love you." she said softly.
"Love ya too Trix." the other line cut off, leaving her holding the phone with her daughter dozing off against her lap. She slowly ran her hand through her little girls hair, smiling down at her as she fell asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly.
"Sleep tight, my little hero." Trixie gasped in surprise as she felt arms around her. She reached for her waist but realized she was in her nightgown, no weapon to be found there. Her other weapon was to scream for help, though there were a pair of lips preventing her from doing so.
It took her only a moment to realize the powerful grip she was held in was none other than that of her beloved Buttercup, having somehow managed to sneak up on her. She felt herself melt into the kiss and closed her eyes, leaning against her and sighing softly. Reluctantly the two broke away from one another, a bit breathless and smiling.
"You flew the rest of the way didn't you?" she asked quietly.
"Couldn't help it." Buttercup replied quickly as she stood, heading to Yeardley's closet. Trixie giggled quietly, noticing her daughter had opened up one eye and was watching them. Buttercup opened the closet and laughed.
"AHA! THERE YOU ARE!" She leapt into the closet, some of Yeardley's toys squeaking loudly as Buttercup turned and punched her hand, making it seem like she were beating up the monsters of her daughters nightmares. She tumbled backwards, rolling on the floor.
"Its got me! But i'm not giving up just yet!" she rolled back into the closet, Yeardley giving up on pretending to be asleep and having jumped up onto her knees to cheer her mother on.
"You can get em momma!" she said, pumping her fist into the air. Finally Buttercup emerged from the closet victorious, she turned back to the closet one last time, pointing a finger at some unknown figure.
"And don't ever come back, ya hear!?" she called out to the figure, smiling as she closed the closet. Yeardley giggled and leapt at her mother, the two laughing as they shared a hug.
"See? That monster can't bother you now kiddo, try an get some sleep alright?" Yeardley nodded, yawning as she was sat down in her bed. Trixie planted a small kiss on her forehead before her and Buttercup left. As soon as Yeardly's door closed Trixie latched onto Buttercup, holding her close. Buttercup smiled a little as she returned the hug.
"I missed you..." Trixie mumbled into her shoulder.
"I missed you too." They stood there in silence, smiling at one another. The peaceful silence was broken by Buttercups phone ringing. She looked at Trixie, noticing the pained look in her eyes and bit her lip. She sighed as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, quickly tossing it aside as she pulled Trixie close to her once more.
"Dex...I really don't think this is a good idea." Timmy said, sitting in a chair with several gadgets hooked up to him, the final touch being a large helmet
"Well thats understandable Timothy. Self-preservation is one of the bodies greatest defensive mechanisms. Luckily I think this is a grand idea and therefore we shall continue onward." Dexter said, grabbing a lever.
"Wait, what?" Timmy's head jerked back as the machine flicked on, the rookie cop screaming in agony as buried memories dug themselves to the surface.
"TIMMY TURNER!" a voice boomed, the room filling with smoke and a massive figure appearing before them.
Timmy looked up, his eyes wide as his memories snapped into place. Dexter quickly reached for his phone, trying to call backup. Though again and again he received no answer, hidden away and reaching for his belt for one of his gadgets.
"Come on...come on...Pick up already..." Dexter sighed and gave up on trying to call Buttercup. If she wasn't going to answer then she wasn't going to answer. Simple as that. He would have to figure this out on his own.
"I have come to re-remove your memories for the last time!" the hulking figure boomed, pointing a muscled finger at the restrained Timmy.
"Whoa! hold up Jorgen!" Timmy yelled, holding up his hands in defense.
"Timothy, you know this creature?" Dexter asked, his glasses scanning the hulking creature, somehow identifying it as a Fairy.
"He's Jorgen Von Strangle, toughest Fairy in the universe and the enforcer of Da Rules. And for the record I haven't broken any!" He said, glaring at the giant fairy.
"Even so, you are well beyond the age to have knowledge of your Fairy Godparents and it is my solemn duty to remedy this."
"Wait Jorgen! I need my memories, just for a little while longer, then I'll let you take them, no fight, no fuss." Timmy promised, the skull cap Dexter had placed on his head beeping and whirring.
"Hmmm, well...Alright then Turner. Due to your track record I will allow you to keep your memories, FOR NOW! But I will be watching Turner, I have the eyes of a hawk, and the ears of a lively mouse an..."
"No you don't." Dexter interrupted. Timmy face palmed and sighed.
"Dex, please don't..." Timmy mumbled, unstrapped himself from the boy genius contraption.
"Oh, and one other thing." Jorgen slammed his wand into the ground, two figures appearing beside him
"TIMMY!" they cheered, rushing to hug him.
"Cosmo! Wanda!" he laughed, wrapping his arms around them.
"Whoa sport! when did ya get the muscles?" the green haired fairy asked as he pulled free of his grip.
"I'll say..." Wanda grinned
"HEY!" Cosmo yelled, distracted by a bowl of pudding appearing beside him.
"While you retain your memories they will accompany you, but don't expect any wishes Turner."
"Wasn't even thinkin about it Jorgen, I know the rules."
"Well then, care to enlighten me?" Dexter asked, adjusting his glasses. Jorgen raised an eyebrow.
"I'm a mad scientist working for a super powered bunch of heroes. No one would believe me if I told them about this anyway." He pointed out.
"Hm, is this true Turner?" Jorgen asked, his voice shaking the room they stood in.
"Dex is...yea, its true. Not gonna even gonna try to lie, he's pretty nuts." Timmy chuckled, ignoring the quick glare that was shot at him.
"Now, why in the name of my beautiful biceps do you need your memory back?" Jorgen demanded, aiming his wand at Timmy. The rookie cop pushed it aside, giving him a flat look.
"Lets not forget the scoreboard here Jorgen. Anyway...oh my gosh..." Timmy put looked down at his hands, his eyes growing wide.
"The Beasts...This is my fault!"
"Cosmo?" Tammy called, peeking under her bed.
"Wanda?" Tommy called, checking his closet.
"They aren't here..." Tammy sighed, crossing her arms.
"Crud...we gotta find em Tammy!" Tommy said, biting his lip.
"OH! I'll use the locator wish!" she cheered, putting her fingers against her temples.
"I knew I shoulda wished for that one..." Tommy mumbled, crossing his arms, every so often glancing at the makeshift barricade he had placed over the door to their room.
"Hurry up Tammy!" he fussed.
"I found them...their with...DAD!" she gasped, her eyes flying open.
"WHAT! Dad has our fairies!" Tommy screamed
"what are they doing?" he asked quickly.
"He's...talking to Jorgen...Like he knows him or something. This is really weird Tommy." She mumbled
"Maybe Dad had fairies when he was a kid? He always sort of gives Cosmo and Wanda that weird look every time he passes by em." Tommy pointed out.
"Well whatever is going on we need to hurry before Jorgen takes our fairies away because Dad found em. You got the Teleport wish, now hurry up." She fussed, placing a hand on his shoulder, letting him see what she saw. He chuckled.
"Heh, we're such geniuses." they said together, vanishing into thin air just as a killer vicky shaped robot burst into their room.
Timmy raised an eyebrow as his son and daughter appeared in front of him.
"DAD THIS ISN"T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" they yelled together, snatching Cosmo and Wanda out of the air.
"Theses are just some toys we won at a contest at school!" Tammy said quickly.
"Sorry dear, but he already knows. In fact he knew long before you two did." Wanda said, slipping out of the young girls grip. Timmy chuckled quietly and winked at them.
"Don't worry, you aren't losing them." he whispered, kneeling down and hugging his children.
"And neither am I. I beat Jorgen before, I'll do it again. Oh and remind me to fire the robot." he said with a smile as he stood up.
"This is all very interesting Timothy, but I still require some answers. What Beasts?" Dexter asked, crossing his arms. Timmy sighed.
"It was just before I lost Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof. Wait, wheres Poof?" Timmy asked, looking around quickly.
"Oh, I have him!" Tommy spoke up, lifting up his hat, a puff of purple jumping out from under it and tackling Timmy who laughed, hugging it tightly.
"Man I missed you poof."
"Ya know sport, if not for your dad here we never woulda had poof." Cosmo said to Tommy
"Whoa...so..Cosmo and Wanda..." Tommy asked, his eyes wide
"Were my godparents when I was little." Timmy confirmed
"Yes, this is all very touching, but there are more pressing matters Turner. Are you certain the Beasts are back?" Jorgen asked.
"It has to be Jorgen, what else makes claw marks like that?" he asked.
"The Beasts?" his children asked together.
"It was a stupid wish. It cost me my Godparents, it nearly cost me my life." Timmy said sadly.
"Oh, cheer up Sport, everything worked out in the end." Wanda tried to comfort him.
"Yea, ya got the girl, good life, great kids, dead end job, and Bacon!" Cosmo cheered, turning into a pig.
"Flying Pig, Cool!" he laughed, zipping around them. Tammy and Tommy giggled, chasing after him.
"Wanda, cover their ears please." Timmy said softly. Wanda nodded, waving her wand, the two kids surrounded in an airtight bubble of magic, watching as their fathers expression grew dark.
"I was 15 and watching too many action movies. I contacted Jimmy Neutron and together we attempted to create the ultimate villian for us to battle. Though this time we took a lot more into consideration after our first attempt nearly became too much for us. It had to be something I couldn't just wish away on the first try, or that he could just trap in his Hypercube. It had to be tough, it had to be quick and it had to be awesome." he lowered his head.
"I told him about the last movie I saw. It was this crazy thing about ghosts possessing animals and turning them into horrible monsters that terrorized the whole town. He jumped on the idea instantly and with my magic and his science, the project had begun." Timmy sighed, taking a seat.
"In the end, The Beasts were created. Four different creatures of size, shape, and danger. We each took on two of them, but they tore Jimmy's gear to shreds and left me in bad shape. If not for Wanda...I'd be dead." He admitted, the mentioned fairy in near tears as the story continued.
"But that wasn't the worst of it. The Beasts grew, they combined and split, over and over, multiplying themselves. It became a war, I used every super power wish I could think of. People started dying, the Beasts were getting stronger, I had to think, I had to act, I said..." tears stung his eyes.
"I yelled as loud as I could...I have fairy godparents and I'm happy, just as a Beast was about to tear through me. Jorgen took everything away, Da Rules removed any magic I had used for the intention of fun, including the Beasts. A few things were left behind, things I never noticed before. Now...somehow the Beasts are back, and if we don't hurry, they will destroy everything." Timmy finished.
"its ok Sport..." Wanda said as she hugged him, Poof latching onto his arm. Tammy started to cry, shaking her head and pounding against the bubble of air.
"Oh no..." Wanda realized. Tommy grabbed her hand, the two of them poofing in front of him.
"we heard everything...I'm so sorry..." she hugged his leg, Tommy grabbing the other. Cosmo landed on his head, still a pig, but wrapped his tiny legs around him. Timmy closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I apologize for interrupting the tender family moment Timothy, but we have work to do. Buttercup isn't answering her cell so we will need to call in other backup." Dexter sighed, tapping the side of his glasses.
"Computer, Contact List. PowerPuff Girls, Blossom, Bubbles. "
"Right Away Dexter." the computer confirmed.
"I will speak to the Fairy Council and see if I can discover what has returned your abominations to this world. Now, GET TO WORK!" Jorgen yelled, vanishing in a massive cloud of smoke. Moments later an image of Blossom next to an image of Bubbles appeared on Dexters monitor on the wall.
"Hiya Dexter, whats up? You never call anymore! Is this for a playdate for Rodney and Brian?" Bubbles asked.
"Dexter, what is this about?" Blossom asked cautiously.
"Bubbles, is Boomer with you?" Dexter asked quietly.
"DEXTER NO! We're retired!" Blossom yelled.
"Blossom, you know I wouldn't ask if it weren't of the utmost importance. Besides, Buttercup won't answer her ph..." the line died, Blossom, Bubbles, and Boomer crashing through the ceiling. Poof, Wanda, and Cosmo had changed themselves into watches, appearing on the wrists of each of the Turners. Blossom held her two young children in her arms, Boomer carrying Brian, all three children in their Pajamas.
"Remind me to kill Buttercup later." Blossom said through gritted teeth. Dexter nodded slowly, accepting Susan into his arms, letting her rest against him.
"Sup Dex, whats the issue?" Boomer asked.
"It is a matter that none of us can handle alone. Something beyond all of us, something I still do not believe if I had not seen it myself. Beasts, crafted between a mix of potentially quite powerful magic and science have been unleashed somehow into the world." Dexter said.
"Magic?" Bubbles asked, looking confused.
"Its my fault." Timmy said quietly.
"Dad, stop blaming yourself..." Tammy whined, tugging on his finger.
"Pointing fingers won't change anything. We've all made mistakes, this just sounds like a big one we need to fix together. Dexter, what do we know?" Blossom asked, looking over at the computer screen.
"From descriptions given by Timothy I have crafted several images which I believe will be the forms these Beasts possess." he said, pressing a single button. A massive red beast on all fours, thick horrifying claws at the end of each toe digging into the ground, its razor sharp teeth jutting out of its maw in all directions.
The second was yellow, standing on two legs and surrounded by several orbs of light, a gem buried in its forehead, but otherwise it was humanoid with no distinctive features. The Third was blue, two long wings on its back and shards of ice swirling around it. The fourth was pitch black, completely surrounded by a cloud of darkness.
"Thats them. The Main Four Beasts meant to be the ultimate villain..." Timmy said quietly.
"When they meet...they become unstoppable."
"I guess this is as good a reason as any to come out of retirement." Blossom sighed.
"We aren't in the same shape we use to be Blossom. I'm a teacher! I haven't been in a fight since we were teenagers!" Bubbles fussed, gripping her shirt.
"I know Bubbles, but what else can we do? Unstoppable monsters are going to go on a rampage, its our duty to stop them."
"No, its my duty to stop them. I created these monsters and I thought I was rid of them for good." Timmy lifted his arm, pushing a few buttons on the pink watch strapped to his wrist, a jetpack appearing on his back.
"Tammy, Tommy, stay with Bubbles and be good."
"AWWW dad! c'mon we wanna fight bad guys too!" Tommy groaned.
"Yea, we can fight too!" Tammy agreed. Blossom sighed, placing a hand on Timmys' shoulder.
"You aren't doing this alone you idiot. We do this as a team, but you are right about the kids. Bubbles, can you handle them?" Blossom asked, smiling as her sister gave a playful salute.
"I'll help out Blossom, I'm sure Bubbles can handle the kids herself." Boomer tossed in, earning a kiss on the cheek from his wife.
"I appreciate it Boomer. I've got a bad feeling that your brothers might be involved in this as well..." Blossom admitted. Boomer sighed quietly.
"Yea, I heard about Butch bein busted outta lock-up...Only Brick would have the brain-power and strength to get him out."
"It is settled then. For now this will be our base of operations, just upstairs is a playroom if you need it Bubbles." Dexter said, shifting about a few images in mid-air. Blossom pulled out her cell and smiled slightly.
"I'll be back soon, I need to grab Buttercup." Blossom said, finding Buttercups phone signal and taking off. Timmy looked down at his children, both reaching for their watches slowly.
"Don't...please don't. I promise you, when this is all over, I'll be a better father, I'll be home more, I won't leave you with that horrible robot, but please...don't tag along." Timmy begged, the look of fear in his eyes convincing them to stop.
"Alright Dad, we won't. But if you get captured we're comin to get you!" Tommy grinned.
"thats a promise!" Tammy added, adjusting her glasses. He smiled, watching them run off to Bubbles. Timmy glanced down at his watch, Wanda smiling up at him comfortingly. At least he had her back, for now. He had no idea how he was going to fool Jorgen this time, but that was something he would have to worry about later. For now he had to fix another one of his mistakes.
"Buttercup! Get your dumb ass out here right now!" Blossom yelled, standing outside the home of her sister. The mentioned former Powerpuff girl stuck her head out the window, her hair a complete mess and her shirt hanging loosely from her body.
"Blossom? What the hell are you doing outside my house?" She asked tiredly.
"Waking you up! You were suppose to be helping Dexter!" Blossom yelled, her anger growing.
"Hey! He was doin some crazy experiment an told me to go home! I've got a family too ya know!" She yelled, flying down to argue with her sister at eye level. Trixie sighed to herself, slipping out of bed and adjusting her nightgown on the way down the stairs.
She double checked Yeardley's room, making sure her little girl was asleep before heading outside, the two sisters still arguing. Newspaper in hand, she walked up behind her wife, smacking her upside the head with it once. Buttercup spun, freezing as she caught sight of her wife.
"Buttercup, quit arguing and just go help her already. Its your job after all." She said with a small smile.
"Trix..." Buttercup sighed
"Alright fine. What did he blow up?" she asked.
"Its not that simple Buttercup...Its gonna take all of us to fix this one, I'll explain on the way."
"Oh you won't be goin anywhere." a voice called out, Blossom gasping as a blur slammed into her.
"Blossom!" Buttercup yelled, zipping after her sister, her eyes wide as she spotted Brick with his hands wrapped around her throat. Blossom roared, smashing her fist across his face, kicking him away and flipping backwards, hovering in mid-air. Buttercup quickly took her place beside her sister. Brick chuckled, spitting out a tooth and cracking his neck.
"Did ya miss me?" he grinned
"Hardly, I would've thought you'd give up on chasing after me the last time I stomped your head in." Blossom retorted.
"Yea, get lost shrimp." Buttercup spat.
"tsk,tsk. Now now Buttercup. You shouldn't talk that way when your family is in danger." Brick warned, Buttercups eyes wide as Butch hovered beside his brother, holding up Trixie by the throat and having Yeardley thrown over his shoulder.
"You put them down you son of a bitch!" Buttercup yelled.
"You sure you want me to do that!?" Butch cackled, pointing down. They were at least a good thirty feet in the air now. Yeardley hadn't learned to fly yet and there was no way she could catch both and deal with Butch.
"So, heres how this little song and dance is gonna go UGH!" Brick groaned as a blue blur slammed into his back, sending him smashing into the ground. Buttercup reacted instantly, vanishing and smacking the side of her hand against the back of Butches throat, Blossom quickly snatching Trixie as Butches grip loosened, though he quickly recovered, flying straight up and keeping a tight hold of Yeardley. Buttercup chased after him, gritting her teeth against the wind.
"YEARDLEY!" she screamed as Butch spun in the air, tossing the young girl straight down. Buttercup dived after her, grunting as Butch grabbed her from behind.
"Now you get to watch as she dies! AHAHAHAHA" he laughed in her ear.
"YEARDLEY! FLY! FLY DAMNIT!"
Brick groaned as he stood, chuckled as a blue blur landed in front of him.
"There you are. Traitor." Brick spat.
"It doesn't have to end like this Brick." Boomer said, his voice rumbling softly.
"You're right, it ends like this!" he roared, jumping backwards, a massive black creature leaping out of his shadow.
Boomer leapt backwards, the shadow beast following after him step for step. Brick laughed manically, chasing after him, forcing him to roll in the air, smashing his foot across his brothers face and quickly catching himself with a hand on the ground, pushing himself into the air and flipping forward, stopping at a hover, the Shadow Beast glaring at him from the ground. Brick wiped the blood from his lip, hovering in front of him.
"You've gotten better. Good, I'd hate this to end so quickly." Brick said, shifting his stance.
"You don't have to do this Brick. We can be a family again." Boomer tried to reason with him, changing his own stance.
"For what!? To be a bunch of goody two-shoes heroes!? HA! What would that give us Boomer?!" Brick demanded, letting loose a flurry of punches, Boomer knocking them away and remaining calm.
"A family, a life, things we always craved Bro. You just have to stop this!" Boomer yelled, smashing his fist across his brothers face, though he only slid backwards slightly, chuckling quietly.
"What?" Boomer asked, Brick pointing at him. Boomer looked down slowly, seeing blood soaking the front of his shirt, ice spreading across his body. he looked behind him, finding a large Blue beast with wings hovering behind him, its arm shifted into a blade of ice that had pierced his back. Boomer gritted his teeth, glaring at his brother.
"You still...fight dirty..." he said as his body shook. He closed his eyes, letting his energy build as his brother started to gloat.
"Heh, there isn't such a thing as fighting dirty. Anything is fair in a fight Boomer. As long as you win. I always tried to teach you that, but you'd never listen."
"The Beasts...how can you control them?" Boomer asked weakly.
"Oh, so you know about my pets? Heh, you'll be dead soon anyway, and I've been dyin to tell someone. HA DYING" he laughed, throwing his head back.
"Ya see, last time little Blossom and I fought she showed off a little talent of hers. She ripped open a Dimension Gate and chucked me into it like I was nothing. I was trapped in there for 20 fucking years Boomer. Time moves differently between here an there ya know. Sure it was only 2 or 3 years for you, but it was a lifetime for me!" he yelled, slamming his fist into his gut.
"A lifetime of planning my revenge, my anger, my power, all of it grew over there and wouldn't ya know it. These wonderful little pets of mine found me drifting along the nothingness, they added to my power." another punch. "My resolve!" another punch to the ribs. "My Strength!" he roared, smashing both hands against the top of his head, sending him plummeting to the ground. Slowly he lowered himself, walking towards the crater his brother had fallen into.
"And when I was ready, we tore our way back here. It took me a while, but I started to track down some old friends and some new ones. But thats enough of story time." he said, holding out his hand, a ball of energy building in his palm.
"Say goodnight traitor."
"GOODNIGHT!" a high pitched voice yelled from above, Brick glancing upward in time to have a pair of feet smash against his face and kick off with the force of a wrecking ball, leaving him out cold on the ground. Boomer looked up weakly, chuckling as he caught sight of a little girl soaring through the air. The last thing he saw was Blossom rushing to his side.
"FLY DAMNIT!" Yeardley awoke, screaming as she fell, rolling about in the air and trying to fly, even going as far as flapping her arms, but nothing worked. Looking up she saw her mother, held by a strange guy wearing an orange jumpsuit, down below she saw a guy wearing a red cap and matching shirt, standing over her uncle Boomer.
"Uncle Boomer? Wh-why's he...oh no..." She tucked her arms at her sides, diving straight for the man in red, tears stinging her eyes as the wind whipped against her body.
"Say goodnight traitor." she heard the man in red say. She flipped in the air, aiming to do her favorite wrestling move, the high-wire drop kick.
"GOODNIGHT!" she yelled, grinning as he looked up at her, the girl smashing her feet into his face as hard as she could, bending her knees and kicking off of his face with more strength than she realized she had, sending her flying through the air.
"WHOOHOO!" she laughed, rolling in the air.
"Wait a minute..I'm flying! This is so awesome!" she giggled, blinking as a green blur fell past her, crashing into the ground next to the man in red. Moments later her mother flew past, flashing her a grin before copying the move her daughter had just used, slamming her feet into the man in greens chest. Yeardley winced as the sound of bones snapping reached her ears.
Buttercup panted heavily, her left shoulder dislocated. She fell to her knees, roaring as she smashed her right fist across Butches face again and again.
"DON'T YOU EVER COME NEAR MY FAMILY AGAIN YOU MOTHERFU...!" She froze as someone caught her arm, looking up to see Blossom gripping her wrist.
"Thats enough Buttercup...thats enough." she said. Buttercup allowed herself to be pulled away from Butch, wincing as Trixie practically tackled her.
"Oh Buttercup, your shoulder..."
"nah, its nothin." Buttercup assured her, grinning as she looked up.
"Hey Trix, look up." Buttercup whispred. Trixie looked up slowly and gasped, seeing Yeardley hovering above them.
"oh my gosh! Yeardley Tang! You come down from there this instant! what if you get hurt?!" Trixie panicked, sighing in relief as her daughter landed in her arms.
"Did you see me!? Did you see me?! I totally nailed that guy with the High-wire drop kick!" she giggled. Buttercup smiled, ruffling her hair.
"You sure did kiddo. But that was pretty reckless...if you hadn't figured out how to fly..." Buttercup choked and shook herself. Brick groaned, his eyes fluttering open slowly.
"Fuck that hurt..." he mumbled, reaching out, a shadow engulfing him and Butch, the two vanishing. Above them the Ice Beast let out a shriek before flying away.
"Well, at least we know what we are up against, sort of." Blossom mumbled.
"Is this what you wanted to tell me about? Ya know, you coulda said somethin sooner!" Buttercup fumed. Blossom sighed, holding out her arms for a hug.
"yea, I was trying to, and I'm sorry. Forgive me?" she asked, Butercup sighed, hugging her sister with her good arm. Grunting as Blossom snapped her shoulder back into place.
"Yea, I forgive ya sis. So, mind giving me the rest of the details?" she asked.
"Yea, help me with Boomer though." she mumbled, the two heading over to the wounded Rowdyruff boy.
"oh crap, Bubbles is gonna kill us." Buttercup said, hefting one of his arms over her shoulder, Blossom getting the other.
"Nah, its just a stab wound. I'll be cool..." he shook and coughed, spitting up blood on the front of his shirt. Blossom placed her hand against the wound.
"Its frozen over, if we don't hurry you'll suffer from Frostbite and internal bleeding."
"I got an idea. Sorry B." Buttercup said, squinting slightly, a thin stream of her heat-vision hitting his wound. Boomer screamed as his flesh sizzled slightly, panting as Buttercup stopped. Blossom blinked in surprise.
"Buttercup that was...genius. The wound is cauterized perfectly..." Blossom marverled.
"yea, thats fantastic, im not bleeding to death and im not gonna freeze, can we get me patched up now?" Boomer grumbled. Trixie cleared her throat from nearby, still holding Yeardley.
"I am not staying here alone Buttercup." she said with a pout.
"Pack up kiddo, we're takin a fieldtrip." Buttercup smiled, Yeardley cheering and zipping into the house.
"and uh...bring me some clothes please? I'd rather not fight almost nude again." she mumbled, Trixie giggling before going after their daughter. Buttercup sighed, glancing over at Blossom.
"You know, if I hadn't come home they would've taken them." Buttercup said softly.
"I know...thats why i'm not scolding you right now. Even so, we need to hurry back to Dexter and the others. There were suppose to be four of those things, but he only had two with him. That can only mean..." they glanced at each other, Buttercup letting go of Boomer.
"You fly them in the car, I gotta go help bubbles!" she yelled, zipping away.
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bubbles roared, smashing her knee into the face of the red beast, sending it flying through three different walls. She spun, smashing her foot across the waist of the yellow creature, bending backwards to avoid a bolt of lightning. Timmy leapt into the fray, putting the humanoid yellow beast into a full-nelson hold, Bubbles roaring with fire in her eyes as she smashed her fist into its gut, Timmy grunting in pain as the force of the blow shook his entire body. Bubbles followed up by smashing her fist into the beasts jaw, sending it flying through the ceiling. She panted heavily, hanging her head.
"Timmy, the kids..." she said quietly. He nodded, rushing for the closet they were hiding in and stood guard, Bubbles pivoted on her left foot, bringing up her knee in time for the red beast to lunge at her, her knee sending it flying backwards through the walls once more.
"Holy crap..Brian, remind me not to tick off your mom." Timmy mumbled. Brian grinned with pride.
"See? told ya my mom could handle it." He said. Rodney rolled his eyes.
"Auntie Bubbles is pretty tough, but mom is still the leader and the strongest." He argued.
"Um, I'm pretty sure Miss Buttercup is the strongest." Tammy pointed out.
"Besides, our dad is a bonafide buttkicking machine." Tommy added with a grin. Timmy couldn't help but smile as he overheard them, grunting as a bolt struck his chest.
"Wanda." he mumbled, the watch on his wrist beeping and dispelling the lightning. He panted slightly, resting a hand on his chest. The Beast stood in front of him, aiming another bolt of lightning.
"Hey Lightrod!" Dexter called, his fists covered in two massive mechanized gauntlets. He cracked his neck and beckoned the beast over with a finger and a smirk.
"Lets dance." he taunted, the beast turning toward him and firing off several bolts, the scientist sliding to the side to dodge the first few, catching another in one of his gauntlets and chucking it back at the beast, his boots humming to life as he leapt into the air, kicking backwards against the air, his anti-grav boots giving him another boost into the air.
He rolled and roared, slamming his gauntleted fist across the beasts face, spinning once more with the power of his boots, each punch followed quickly by another, his speed increasing as the gauntlets absorbed the beasts power.
The Beast stumbled backwards, smacking away a punch only to suffer a knee to the jaw, Dexter quickly rolling once more and smashing both gauntlets into its head. Panting heavily, Dexter held out his hand, the gauntlet humming loudly and shooting out a large red beam from his palm, the Beast vanishing inside the Gauntlet. Timmy and Bubbles were speechless.
"Ok Dex, I'll admit it. You're smarter than Jimmy." Timmy chuckled. Dexter grinned
"I wouldn't say smarter Timothy, merely better equipped and more experienced." he said, Timmy figured that was as humble as Dexter would ever get, letting out a sigh and looking around.
"That just leaves the Bloodhound." Timmy said, gritting his teeth as the mentioned creature stumbled out of the rubble once more. Whimpering as Bubbles leapt for it. At the sound of the whimper she froze, placing a gentle hand on its head.
"Aww, you poor little thing." she said, petting it slowly. Dexter and Timmy both glanced at one another then back at Bubbles consoling the beast. It continued to whimper and whine, leaning against her.
"He made you do what!? That monster! Oh you poor thing..." she mumbled, scratching behind its ear. Moments later Buttercup crashed through the ceiling, freezing in place as she spotted Bubbles petting some weird red monster.
"uh...is that..." Buttercup asked, noticing both Timmy and Dexter had covered their eyes. She looked down, realizing she was dressed only in a mostly ripped shirt and panties.
"Buttercup! Oh I missed you!" Bubbles giggled, hugging her tightly.
"Chill out Bubbles...Oh who am I kidding, I missed you too. But how the heck did you...?" she began to ask, the red beast sitting beside them.
"He's just a little puppy" Bubbles assured her sister
"Little!? He nearly tore me to shreds!" Timmy argued.
"Thats because you made him that way. Just like Brick did, he filled him up with anger, made it hate everything, especially us and set it loose. That last um...'kick' knocked some sense into him." Bubbles explained. Buttercup looked around and whislted.
"Whoa Bubbles, you really tore the house down. Wait, wheres Beastie number four?" Buttercup asked.
"It has been dealt with and the spare particles have been collected for study." Dexter said, still covering his eyes.
"uh...good work team?" Buttercup offered.
"yea uh..mind putting something on? Our wives will know if we saw you, trust me on that." Timmy mumbled.
"Well I was in a hurry rookie! I thought the rest of my family was in danger too!" Buttercup fumed.
"Rest of your family? Where is Blossom?" Dexter asked.
"And Boomer?" Bubbles added. Buttercup bit her lip.
"Uh...about them..they are on their way but uh...Boomer..."
"is right here." Boomer said as he stumbled down the stairs, leaning against the wall.
"Oh my gosh Boomer!" Bubbles panicked, rushing over to him, fussing over his wounds.
"I'm fine. You can thank your sisters for that. especially Buttercup." he said softly, wrapping his arms around Bubbles. Bubbles glanced over at her sister, tears in her eyes. Buttercup grinned.
"Eh, it was nothin. Boomers tough, he'd have pulled through anyway. You shoulda seen him wailin on Brick. Heck, I missed most of it with Butch bein in the way."
"So its true, he did get out..." Bubbles sighed.
"Buttercup, I know you and him have a rivalry but..." her words died in her throat as Buttercup glared at her.
"That bastard tried to make a pancake out of my daughter, if he is somehow still alive after that fight I will find him and when I do..."
"BUTTERCUP!" Boomer yelled. She froze, turning around and seeing a group of children gathered around Timmy. Her expression softened slowly
"D-dad?" Brian asked quietly, seeing blood on his fathers shirt. Boomer forced himself to stand up straight.
"Your bleeding!" Susan gasped, rushing to her uncle.
"I-its nothin, really. Just a little cut." Boomer tried to calm the kids down, glancing at the others for help, help that came in the form of Blossom coming downstairs with Yeardley and Trixie.
"Yeardley!" Susan squealed
"Susy!" Yeardley giggled, hugging her cousin. Trixie smiled, tossing a backpack at Buttercup, who blushed slightly, sneaking into the lab to toss on a different shirt and some shorts. When she returned everyone had gathered around a table, the kids listening to Yeardley nearby.
"It was so awesome! I woke up an I was falling with mom yellin at me to fly and this weird dude in red was standing over Uncle Boomer. I didn't really think about anything, I just acted. Mom calls it Killer Instinct. Heh, I hit that guy so hard..." she continued, Buttercup smiling to herself before taking a seat.
"Thats all he told me." Boomer sighed.
"So its my fault..." Blossom mumbled. crossing her arms.
"Like hell it is!" Buttercup yelled, smashing her fist into the table, causing it to bend slightly.
"I agree with Buttercup. You could not have been aware that Brick would come across such a thing. You were only thinking of protecting your home the best way possible." Dexter said, trying to comfort her.
"In any case. We have one of the Beasts on a leash, pretty much. And Dexter has the other split into a thousand molecules, so that just leaves the shadow, and the ice crow." Timmy pointed out.
"And Brick, and Butch." Bubbles added, still fussing over Boomers bandages.
"No way, Butch isn't getting back up after that..." Buttercup said, remembering the feeling of his ribs snapping under her feet.
"I've never hit anything that hard before..." Buttercup whispered, her voice wavering slightly
"Buttercup, you an I know Butch has been hit with worse." Blossom said.
"Blossom...our bodies, their different from humans. Tell me...would one of us survive having our ribcage caved in by someone with our strength?" Buttercup asked, hanging her head. Blossom bit her lip.
"Its possible, if it were you or Butch, very possible." Blossom blinked as Buttercup stood suddenly, smashing her fists into the table and sending it through the floor.
"DON"T COMPARE ME TO THAT MURDERING SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed as loud as she could, panting and clenching her fists to the point that her knuckles turned white and her nails pierced the skin of the palms of her hands. The room fell silent, the children glancing at one another and then at Buttercup.
"That bastard...We almost lost everything Blossom and you fucking know it!" Buttercup continued, Blossom jumped to her feet, grabbing her sister by her shirt.
"Will you calm down for five minutes and listen to me! For once in your life just listen to me!" Blossom yelled, the two staring into each others eyes. Buttercup relaxed slightly
"Fine..." she mumbled.
"Good. Now, you and I both know they were built like we are. Only they were crafted by Mojo Jojo, the same chemical make-up, each built to be our equal and to surpass us. Boomer was created to counter Bubbles, Brick to counter me, and Butch was built as the ultimate fighting machine to take on you, because nothing else could come close Buttercup. But Mojo added his own vision to his mixture. The Professor wanted a darling daughter, Mojo wanted killing machines. Thats where we are different Buttercup."
"Then what about Boomer? HUH!? How come he's not a reckless criminal!?" Buttercup demanded
"Because Mojo was an idiot." Boomer said, leaning back in his chair.
"Sure, I've got the criminal thoughts and tendencies, each and every moment of my waking thoughts are filled with evil ideas, but they are ideas by Mojo's standards, some of them by Him after he revived us...But there was something different about me to begin with. Like Blossom said..." Boomer smiled over at Bubbles before continuing.
"I was created to counter Bubbles, so I had to be like her. But thats where Mojo messed up. He made me like Bubbles, there was too much happiness, too much kindness, two much sweet. Bubbles dug it out of me and brought it to the surface and...well you know the rest." he chuckled.
"So what? I'm suppose to seduce that sick bastard to get him to join us?" Buttercup asked, Bubbles glaring at her.
"Why do you always act like that?" she asked quietly. Blossom sighed, sitting back down.
"As I said, they are reflections of us Buttercup. Brick has my analytical prowess and Butch has your insane strength and resiliance. I can only imagine that we won that fight because he wanted us to." Blossom concluded.
"It makes sense. I felt he was holding back during our fight, but I think he truly meant to finish me off. Where the heck did Yeardley learn that move?" Boomer asked, unable to hold back a chuckle. Buttercup grinned
"She got it from watching Wrestling. Heh, I knew those moves would come in handy someday." Buttercup said, giving her wife a quick glance. Trixie sighed and shook her head.
"Ok, I'll admit it, the wrestling was a good idea, But I don't want Yeardley out there fighting. She's too young Buttercup." Trixie tried to argue.
"I was younger than she is when I first started fighting crime." Buttercup reasoned
"And day after day you were hurt, you suffered, and you made tons of enemies! I just want a normal life for my daughter!" Trixie screamed. Buttercup was speechless.
"Trix...I-I'm sorry..." she choked out. Trixie shook her head.
"N-no, its ok Buttercup. I-I knew what I was getting into when I married you...just wasn't expecting a near death experience as part of my day." she mumbled, accepting a gentle hug from her wife. They both looked down, finding Yeardly hugging their legs.
"Please don't fight...I won't fight crime, I won't even fly!" she pleaded. Trixie sighed, placing a hand on her head.
"You shouldn't change who you are just to make someone else happy Yeardley. Your mother taught me that." Trixie said with a smile.
"Heh, but you did look cute in that hat Trix." Buttercup grinned.
"Oh? Well maybe I can wear it later..." Trixie cooed.
"OK, I DO NOT NEED TO HEAR ANYMORE!" Blossom said quickly, her cheeks flushed red. Dexter cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses and pressing a button on his chair, a spare table dropping from above them.
"Yes...now that all of that is settled we can get back to work. As Boomer has told us, Brick and Butch still have power over the remaining two beasts, but beyond that...Brick has mentioned accomplices. Old and new." Dexter said, placing his elbows on the table and folding his hands in front of his face.
"I can only assume by old he means villains such as Mojo Jojo and perhaps Him and others you have faced. By new...I can only begin to imagine who he might have found to join his cause." Dexter sighed.
"His cause?" Timmy asked, confused.
"Probably what we were born to do." Boomer said, everyone looking at him. "Destroy the PowerPuff Girls. And everything important to them..."