(This is rated M for a reason. Please don't read if you're under age or sensitive to adult themes. I do not own the powerpuff girls.)

Healing a broken heart

Prologue

It was a dark autumn night, normal people were sleeping softly in their beds, and the lights all over Townsville were dimmed down to one car here and there. It was an abnormally quiet night, as if the world was holding it's breath, knowing what to expect.

In his laboratory under the house, professor Utonium was muttering to himself about all and nothing, while hands were moving back and forth, grabbing this, returning that. The equation out of his mouth didn't make a lot of sense to the normal ear, but one or two specialist in the whole world would be able to comprehend what was going to happen. Since nether were around, the man was left to his racing thoughts and ideas.

When his wife had died, the man had sworn on his life to leave their legacy, one or another way. Being a lone father, he was denied the chance of adopting, making him turn to something crazy, and further than a long shot. The man had always been of science, and if science couldn't do it, nothing could. Professor Utonium was going to make the perfect little children they had always wanted.

«Sugar, spice..» He muttered to himself. They had to be sweet, kind at heart, but filled with passion and a drive to go for what they believed in. «And everything nice..» He wrapped up with a casket his late wife had left behind. It had been from her childhood, toys filled with love. As he was stirring the odd mix, something pushed him from behind, and the man barely managed to glance at his pet monkey, before a glass broke. Chemical-X, his latest, most dangerous invention.

Screaming in pure horror and protest, the man tried his best to save the mix, while the pet ran screaming away, some of the horrible mix stained on him. As the professor were too late, the roof went off the house in a huge bang. The house was leveraged with the earth, and the once brilliant professor Utonium was nothing but bones left.

A little boy had trouble sleeping, and was staring out his window. The distant blinking of the stars always calmed him down and before his little eyes shut, he saw a shooting star. Gasping and running to his window, his huge, blue eyes followed the pink streak. It was one of the prettiest things he had ever seen. When telling his parents about it the day after, they smiled, glanced at each other, and ruffled the boys hair.

Three places in Townsville were hit that night by such a shooting star. Few learned the truth about it, and the rest was left to their imagination.

Twelve years later

King and Queen of Spade

A little boy was running for his life, over broken fridges and under wrecked cars. He needed to do something, and that with the devilish hounds in his heels. He could hear them snapping after his heels, as he pushed himself to live. One wrong move and they would snap his head off. If only he could reach the hideout in time, he knew they had his back there. Around another pile of garbage, he heard one of the devils whimper as he dove under a hidden spot in the fence, on of the animals colliding with the electricity. It had stung him in the chest, and as he was staggering along, he had a hard time breathing.

Trying to calm down, with death at his back, he took several deep breaths to try to calm himself down. It was little to no help, and alas the first had made the terrible mistake, the second had learned and was coming the same way he had, under the fence. He could hear it snarl as the shock hit it, though not as bad as the first one. It was lying on it's side, whimpering from the damage. If not for the situation, he would feel bad for the animal.

The dog had problems keeping up, but he had finally managed to get some of the shock out of his body, as his feet picked up the pace. Just another hundred meters to the left, and he would be safe. With such a dangerous thing at his back, he didn't know if the sock was enough. He could hear it already picking itself up, feet dashing like chopsticks. Heart in throat, he ran up and down, through holes, between garbage, everything to agile out of it's sight. He knew every part of the place, making it to his advantage.

He would have outrun the chaser a long time ago if it hadn't been for it's flexible body and excellent sense of smell. Suddenly, it was up behind him, inching in closer. His little glimpse of hope was gone, and the man felt death at his door. This was it, he thought as eyes tried to find a way of out it, something to defend himself with, just anything. A car was half way buried in the garbage, and the split second he saw it, he made up his mind.

Grabbing a plate as he dashed by, he dove in to the car, and pushed the metal up against the one broken, open window. The rest was tightly shut down. The animal collided with the metal, making both bounce back. The split second it took them to collect each other, he pushed it up against the window with his feet, back against the door. His body was tightened up as best he could, every nerve shaking. It was over. He was so dead if it got in to the car with him. Another powerful push came in, and he almost lost his footing. Only one thing left to do.

«ACE!» The man screamed at the top of his lounges. If he was lucky, they would hear him. He wasn't that far from their base after all. On the other hand, they had all taken a really strong one yesterday and could still be sleeping it off. Never the less, he had to try.

«ACE! SNAKE! BILLY! HELL, EVEN GRUBBER! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS, GUYS!» The animal clashed once again with the plate, and it bent out of place. His heart fell as the head came in, teeth snarling and biting after his foot. It was pushing harder and not after long, the metal bent more and gave under. He screamed horrified as it lunged over him.

His scream lasted too long, and as his eyes came up, he saw the animal being pulled out of the car. It seemed equally as shocked as him, but collected itself faster. Snapping back, it tried to bite it's attacker. With a spin, it was lunged several meters back. Sitting up, the man stared at his savior.

«Boss,» he whispered breathless and stared at the strong posture. Long legs, low healed combat boots. Tight leather pants, a tight lime green top and a black leather jacket. Fingerless gloves fisted in to balls, fighting stance in place. Dark, short hair swayed in the wind. Both stood still for a second before the animal attacked. A swift kick to it's shoulder had it whimper and pull back, planning careful what to do next.

The deadly aura seeping out had it growl in fear and doubt. The newly arrived growled back, making the animals tail tug between it's legs. One last glance, and it started running back. The man climbed out of the car, breathing heavily.

«Boss, you're a devil sent from Him in the nick of time. I thought I was dog food back there.» A hand landed on his shoulder and he stared up in to those green eyes with long, black lashes. The girl couldn't just fight, but was model material. He felt his mouth dry up.

«Good to see you're in one piece, Lil' Arturo. Let's get back to the base. I believe the others haven't even opened their eyes yet.» He nodded and followed those steady feet. Biting his lip, he felt like the question should be asked before others could hear it.

«Mind me asking what you are doing up so late? Not that I don't appreciate being saved and all, but considering yesterday's hard core party-»

«I was jogging,» she answered short, and he left it at that. Just the fact that she had given an answer at all and not showed him off at once was an improvement. The girl was known for keeping her secrets closer than her enemies, and everyone knew the boss kept her enemies close. No one had anything with what she was doing on her spare time, and nobody pushed her to know. They all needed their personal space.

«Get the fuck up, you lazy bastards,» the boss said as she kicked in the door to their base. It was a home made house. It had started out as a little room, but as their group had expanded, they kept building new rooms, including a kitchen and a bathroom. It wasn't much compared to normal houses, but looking back at where they had started, it was a glorious sight.

Ace was sleeping on the couch, glasses on the bridge of his nose, mouth open. It wasn't a pretty sight. Leaving the door open to ventilate the bad air, she flipped the couch with one arm, making the grown man fall to the floor with a death yell. It wasn't a far fall, and he didn't take much damage.

«Get the others, I have glorious news.» Her sadistic smile sent shivers down their spines. Hurrying along, they awoke the rest of the sleeping members, some more reluctant to get up, others responding on first command.

Their leader was sitting at the table as they came in, sipping from a bottle of vodka. Everyone knew better than to try to stop her. Ace was standing at the door as the rest took seats or hung around close to the walls. Everyone were waiting for the girl to speak up.

«Word came back from north side. It's been four days sense the offer was made, and today Lil' Arturo returned with their answer.» Everyone was waiting for her to finish before anyone said anything.

«One would have thought after the crushing victory over eastern region the others would have learned, but this doesn't seem like the case. Instead of taking my generous offer,» she rose from her chair, bottle in hand. «They've sent dogs after my guys.» eyes darted to Lil' Arturo, who didn't dare meet their eyes. Sure, they were going to blame him for not voicing himself good enough and starting this war.

«I don't take lightly on these sort of insults,» She snarled and leaned over the table. «Get your strength up, guys. We're attacking tonight.» It was quiet at the table. If the idea was bad, or if it was too early in the morning, no one knew; it was all too quiet.

«To BC,» Ace said, raising his own bottle, probably filled with water instead of vodka. The rest hit the table with everything they had, clearly awoken now. «To BC!» They shouted in union. Now, everyone clearly pumped for the incoming fight, Lil' Arturo nervously shuffled about. Ace, the mother of the house, was the only one taking notice. He had taken in every single one of them, and he knew all in and out. Whatever was on their mind, he knew it before they realized themselves.

«Arturo?» He asked, eyebrow cocked his way. The kitchen was cleared, people shouting and psyching themselves up. They weren't known as the Brute's for nothing. It was really too early for anything in his opinion, but the man couldn't help but look out for his own. They were practically his children after all.

«When I was up north, it wasn't Fuzzy I talked to,» he muttered. The boy seemed rather spooked, eyes glancing restless around. As if someone was watching him.

«Someone else have taken over? I haven't heard of such a thing,» Ace muttered, taking another, long sip of his bottle. It did good to his dry throat.

«Yeah,» he muttered.

«Speak up, boy. We don't have all day, and whatever it was, it couldn't have been worse than Fuzzy.» With a grimace he slightly shook his head to get away from those unpleasant memories. The leader up north had a very bad reputation on him; worse than most gangs would consider take credit for. Ace had visited the place once, and never had he dared to return. The previous leader of the north was ruthless, and had a horrifying thirst for flesh. At one point, the green man had wondered if his crew also thirsted for human flesh like their leader, but didn't dare to try find out. Previous parties had been sent in a group of three; no way was he letting one of his children in to that place alone.

After Ace, BC was the only one to venture in there alone, and return unharmed. No one could harm her, and last night had been Arturo's first run alone. The change of power was probably the only reason he was alive.

«Take your time and tell me the whole story, right up until BC saved you.» Ace knew everything. He was sharper than most, and had caught on to the incident at their boss' words. It didn't take much to pitch two and two together.

«No problem getting to north,» the boy muttered after swallowing a couple of times. With the kid, it could be slow on the start, but once he opened his mouth, the words always came rushing out. Ace knew exactly what to say to get him to talk. «It wasn't hard to see the change of power considering Fuzzy was greeting everyone at the front gate. A rather,» shaking his head, he searched for the right word. «Bodiless welcome. Looked about three days old.» Ace rose an eye. Someone had beheaded Fuzzy? Well, damn. The bastard really had to be worse than the pinkette. Bloody hell.

«I didn't get to meet the boss, only that he had declined our offer. They said they would give me a five minutes head start to get out of their territory, but I swear, barely a minute passed before the hell hounds were in my heels. Would have been ripped apart too if BC hadn't insisted on putting up that electricity fence. Or pulled the dog out of the car straight before it bit my face off.» He gulped and a hand went up to his throat.

«They're dead.» A dark voice said at the entrance. BC was staring at Arturo with her mixed eyes. They always seemed so angry, yet strong and safe in an insane way. She was like the eye of a hurricane. Deadly if approached wrong, but calm and warm if kept within the perimeter. «Whomever did this, is going to get a royal beating for messing with the Brute's. I promise that,» she turned and exited, leaving them there.

The kid seemed nervous, but Ace pulled his mouth displeased down.

«Ace?» Arturo said, but it didn't help. He was lost in thought. The man could still remember the day he had found the girl. He hadn't been old himself, maybe in the midst of his teens. It had been a rather cold and quiet night. The stars had been blinking kindly at him, and the boy was shuddering. Ace had been homeless his whole life; green in the skin he doubted he would ever find his family. Every person he had encountered looked different somehow, even in skin, but none green like his. The junkyard ad become his home, and the child lived of whatever he could find. Whatever scraps he could draw together.

Out of no where, a meteor had made a touch down just a couple hundred meters away, yet it had brought a dangerous shock wave with it. Curious like kids most, he had ran over. The dust was still all over the place, making it hard to see anything. After some time, he had managed to fumble across the crater, and down in it. There had been a child at the bottom. Her small, petite form told him she couldn't be more than seven, if even smaller. Her tiny body had been easy to carry, and the next couple of weeks, he had tried to get anything out of her. Any kind of identification.

He hadn't found anything. She didn't know who she was, or how she had gotten there. With his big heart, he had taken her in, doing as best he could. Somehow, they had managed; due to her inhuman strength, and before he knew it, their little family had grown from him alone to a house with over ten people. It was more than the man would ever be able to dream about.

«Ace?» the question came again, and he snapped out of his memory. The girl had changed a lot over the years. Not just physically or mentally, but there was something else. He could tell by just looking at her. Something else was changing, and she could feel it too.

«It's fine,» he smiled, and rose from the chair. It was time to try to talk to the boss again. His boys and girls were running around, beefing up to the fight. They didn't fight with weapons; hence given the name Brutes. Bare strength were their qualities, and no one could match their boss. Many had tried, and all had failed.

«Billy, have you seen BC?» he asked the enormous man with carrot green hair. He had small eyes, huge muscles – built with a lot of fat – but were one of the kindest there was.

«Ace,» the man cheered up. He was kneeling over an injury, like always. Robin was one of their newest members, and they didn't know what had caused it, but she was very hesitant and kept a lot to herself. The girl seemed to have taken a liking to BC, and their boss was the only reason she was staying. A couple of days ago, she had tried to fight one of the boys, Ace didn't know over what and never bothered to find out seeing everyone fought over everything all the time, and he had managed to hurt her knee really bad. It was bruised, bloody and he could see a bone sticking out. As if it wasn't bad enough, it was starting to turn white and yellow. Infected, the man grimaced. Medicine was one of the most expensive things on the marked, and they couldn't afford any. Billy was doing a wonderful job, working his own magic. It wasn't nearly as bad as yesterday.

«I think she went out in the back. Said something about a bat?» he muttered to himself while working. The brunette was just starting from one to the other without saying. She didn't like Ace, and it bothered him that she wouldn't tell him why. He had never touched her his entire life, and she seemed afraid the second their eyes met. It told him the child had seen hell to be so scared of strangers.

«Thanks. Get well, little girl,» the man muttered as he moved out back with a small smile. The only respond he got was her averted gaze. BC was going to pick up her old bat? She was going to be more serious than he had seen her in years. One one point in life, the girl had carried her favorite choice of weapon; an old baseball bat. Guns and knives weren't her thing, but the bat seemed to do the work for quite some time, before she had dropped it. It had been a shock, straight out of the blue sky. None but Ace had dared to ask, and it only happened once. It had scored him a deadly glare and a black eye, lasting for two weeks.

Strolling in to the scrape yard, he found her several hundred meters away from their house. She was sitting on top of a pile of junk, bat in hand. It had a huge crack he hadn't noticed before, and a green lightning on the side. Her fingers were following the break of the wood, and her eyes fogged over, distant. One foot was tucked under the other knee, right foot hanging over the roof of a car, swaying softly in the wind.

«Buttercup,» he spoke up, just to let her know he was there. She wasn't very happy about jump scares, and generally little friendly toward people when lost in thought. The girl was normally friendly toward everyone, but at rare occasions, she needed her time alone. Ace could relate, and had warned his comrades to leave her alone when such times came around.

«Heard the leader of north isn't Fuzzy anymore,» she shrugged lazily with one shoulder, as if considering if the topic was worth mentioning at all. «Was rather cruel with the beheading and placing it in plane sight for his comrades to see every single day.»

The girl was one hell of a fighter, and sometimes a lone wolf, but even she knew where the line was. Arrogant and teasing, sure; but never evil. There was a spark in her eyes, where she tried her best to run the gang and keep up appearance, but Ace knew her. BC could never be cruel like some of the other gang leaders.

«Do you know who the new leader is?» Ace asked, eyes meeting her averted head. Something in the distance was more interesting to stare at than him. It was something the girl did whenever something unpleasant of topic came up. He saw through all her lies, so she had stopped trying years ago.

«I took a stroll over there a couple of days ago.» Ace nodded. The girl came and went like she wanted; a black cat. No one had the power to stop her, and even trying would result in a quick trip to the ER. «Never liked the leader of north; he had disgusting habits.» She made a grimace, trying to not gag from the flowing memories. «However, we had an arrangement. I would come visit, by myself, every third day, in exchange for Robin.»

It was news to him. Ace had never heard the story of how Robin had come to stay with them, or where she had originally come from. He hissed under his breath. If the girl came from Fuzzy, then he could understand how she was skeptical to him and didn't really interact with others that well. She tightened her grip around the bat.

«I think he bought her off the Dograce or NeedWant,» she tilted her head, the mere mentioning of the places had her wanting to smash something. Ace could only nod. He had heard about the places, but never really been there. The Dograce were apparently a slave market, while the NeedWant was a brothel. A girl, Susanne had come to them from the NeedWant, but she never talked about it. Whenever the topic would come up, her bright face would turn dark, and the girl had muttered something about not wanting to talk about it.

«He gave me her for coming over every third day and do whatever was on the menu. Wasn't much, a cup of something to drink, play a game of some sort. The man talked alot.» Something in her eyes, Ace witnessed. Regret? Remorse? Not quite. He wondered if it could be pity? Did BC feel like the death of Fuzzy was a pity? He didn't judge. The man might have been great company to some people; doubting it, thought. The pink haired man was known for being ruthless, even so more than BC.

«Needless to say, I found personally out that Fuzzy was dead, and someone had taken over as the new leader. Not that I mind, it means our deal is over and I don't have to come there any more for those ridiculous meetings; but his grotesque death has me thinking about the new guy. Must be pretty strong and fucked up in the head to do something like that, don't you think?» She finally met his eyes, and Ace bit his lip. She was right. BC was always right.

«Hench, the bat,» he commented.

«Yeah, the bat,» the girl muttered and returned her gaze to the familiar weapon. It was like an old, dear friend. A dangerous one, she'd rather not pick up if not in utter need. His fingers combed his hair from top to bottom, and Ace sighed.

«So, who's coming with us tonight?» he asked.

«Everyone but Arturo and Robin,» she said. An eyebrow rose with wonder. It didn't seem like she was going to elaborate on that, so he turned and went back to the house, leaving her there with her deep thoughts.

The rest of the day was spent in that place, shifting now and then as her limbs fell asleep. It wasn't like her to think things through, to try to comprehend the situation and make a plan of attack. Her normal rule was to charge, beat the crap out of her enemy and celebrate with a bottle of alcohol. This time wasn't like any other, and that touched something inside of her. Nervousness? Hesitation? She didn't like it, and it only had her more willing to do something about it. Night couldn't come fast enough for her, she thought as her lime irises watched the clouds drift by.

Her stomach growled a couple of times, but that only had her take a sip of the vodka bottle beside her. She couldn't eat, barely think, plan. When blinking, she could see the severed head. It made her sick to her stomach, and could barely get any food down the last days. Buttercup had never killed anyone before, not even when entering a frenzy of anger. Beaten people senseless, yes several times, but to actually kill someone – no.

«Fuck,» the curse snapped and she kicked the roof of the broken car. The sun was finally starting to fall from the sky.

«Boss?» a voice muttered and she turned her head, ready to bark at anyone trying to spoil her privacy. The words haltered in her voice as she stared at the brunette. Those baby blue eyes touched something unknown inside her heart; like it had the first time she had seen her. One look from those pupils, and she just knew she had to save her, one way or another, use whatever means to do so.

«Robin.» Her voice was soft, waving at her to get up there. The girl climbed the garbage, and took a seat beside the lime green eyed one. Before anyone could say anything, she was handed a sandwich. Unable to refuse her, BC picked up the piece of bread and took a bite. It seemed to please the brunette as her shoulders fell a little down. It seemed to relax her, so the boss took another unpleasant bite. She managed to keep the food down with brute force.

«How are things going?» Buttercup asked. She was hoping the girl was getting along with the others, despite the fight the other day. From what she could tell, they both had it coming, and the once present tension between them were gone.

«They're,» the hesitation wasn't long, but noticeable there. «Fine. I'm doing good here.» A small, hidden smile at the corner of her lip. Robin rarely smiled, let alone talked. Progress, Buttercup thought while nodding. Hesitant, the girl managed a stutter.

«What about you?»

«Ace had you asking, didn't he?» She quickly said, eyes staring at the beautifully colored horizon. What wouldn't she do to be able to fly forever in the chase of that beauty? Just get leave everything behind and fly. Such a ridiculous thought. Humans couldn't fly.

«Yeah, he worries,» she said. The girl wasn't sure to stay or leave, making Buttercup wonder if everyone were actually scared of her. Nothing wrong with wanting a little privacy in a small house stuffed with other people.

«It's fine. I get it,» the leader scuffed, making Robin calm down. Had she thought she would turn on her there for a moment? Good thing she had gotten her out of Fuzzy's sadistic claws. Despite his somewhat growth on her, she was glad the bastard was dead. Maybe not glad, but more like relieved.

Before Robin could say anything else, Buttercup rises from her seat.

«It's about time. Let's head out,» the boss shouts at the top of her lounges before emptying the bottle, smashing it against a broken refrigerator. It shattered in to a thousand pieces as she jumped down from the pile. «Arturo and Robin stays behind,» she informed while heading straight for the gang. They thought they could escape her sharp gaze, but once spoken to, the members scattered all to theirs, leaving Ace behind. He didn't seem intimidated with her hard stare, hands in his pockets, slightly leaning back against a cooking stove.

«Understood, boss,» the man shrugged and they both headed for the front of the house, people gathering, realizing her outburst wasn't as dangerous as first thought.

«We're taking the Cat and Boar over there,» Buttercup shouted, gathering everyone closer to the cars, both of them big enough to contain the pumped crew. Many were snickering, some grinning with excitement. It had been some time since the last gang fight. The Cat was a pickup while the Boar was a van. Both of them a beautiful color of black.

«Good work on the upgrade,» Buttercup noted the boys on charge of the vehicles. They shun up at her praise, and the members loaded on, Lil' Arturo came running up to her.

«I want to help, boss,» he said, determent. A small, rare smile passed on her lips, making all the boys' hearts skip a beat. She slapped a hand lightly on his shoulder friendly.

«I need you to keep a close eye on the fort, in case these slick bastards decide to attack our base while we're gone. Think you can do that?» His eyes shun up at this task, the man nodding several times.

«Understood!» he shouted, the rest joining in with howls of their own, adrenaline pumping. Some might even be on something, but no rule forbid them from doing so. As long as they managed to do their work and not die, Buttercup didn't care what they were taking.

«T-Take care,» Robin shouted. The girl was clearly making progress, the leader thought, another rare smile shifting across her mouth. Someone beat her to the answer.

«We'll bring BC back safe,» a man laughed from the back of the Cat, and Buttercup stared at him. Shaggy, brown hair with dark eyes. It was Mike, the one Robin had fought with a couple of days back. Whatever difference they once had, was gone. Robin was making a rather rude gesture at him, but the boy just laughed as they took off, his eyes staring back until the girl was out of sight.

Shaking her head, Buttercup stared at the road up ahead. It wouldn't take long to get to the north base, and her body was getting restless. She needed to fight someone, kick their ass really good. Not just for attacking Arturo like they had, treating him like some dog toy, but because something inside her was restless.

Buttercup didn't like the change of power. Fuzzy had always ruled north, ever sinse she had woken up in that crater and met Ace.

North was different from their base; bigger, more secured. From the little information she had managed to gather over the years, the gangs had been devided for years before she had landed there. The fighting between North, South, West and East had lived on for decades.

They parked a little away from the gate, and Buttercup signaled for Ace to follow her, the rest would stay behind until she gave signal. They strolled up to the gate. The guards didn't seem that interested at first, until they were basically up on them.

«H-H-Hold it!» A boy shouted.

«I'm here for your leader,» Buttercup said, grabbing the boy by his neck, his comrade opening and closing his mouth, lost for words. He didn't know what to do for a couple of seconds, before she turned her glare to him. «Now,» she demanded, and the boy sprinted off. The one in her grip was trying to get out of her hold, but she wasn't going to release him before their leader was in sight. Maybe not even then.

It didn't take long for the boy to return, several men with him. Her eyes darted from on to the other, trying to figure out who the leader was. Many of them were familiar faces, but she couldn't think of any of them being able to overpower Fuzzy, let along go against him.

«What the hell is this damn noise?» A man shouted, going straight for her. His hair was standing all over the place, raven black. His forest green eyes seemed to pierce her soul, and his shoulders were twice as broad as hers, bare chested. Pants hung loose around his waste, as if rushed to get dressed. He was big, and new. It was a man she had never, ever seen before.

«Can't a man get laid around here without someone making ruckus? What the hell do you want, woman?» he said, storming straight up to her. She released his man, turning fully against him. He wasn't taking her seriously, and it had her blood boil.

«You're the new leader?» she rose an eyebrow. He folded his arms over the naked chest.

«Yeah. You got a problem with that?» he snarled. Buttercup nodded to Ace, and he waved two fingers in the air. Before any of them could react, she punched the man straight in the gutter. The rest of her gang came storming in, laughing and jumping the unprepared gang. Many took running, before turning and coming back to fight. They were many more, but not as skilled.

Punching two guys in the face at the same time, she advanced forward, aiming for the leader. If he had really taken down Fuzzy, he wouldn't be all lights out with just one punch. A wall had broken, and she rushed in, darkness making it hard to see. It was getting dimmer outside, but not as much as inside. Squinting, she gazed around, trying to catch any kind of shifting. Was he waiting to attack? Maybe kicked straight out.

A couple seconds passed before she lowered her shoulders. Disappointing. She had really thought he was going to be tougher than that.

«Sunovabitch,» someone grunted and she heard the crumble as he rose. Something beside the wall had broke. «Alright. You want to fight, bitch? It's on,» the man laughed. In a swift movement he was up in her face, arm swinging. Backing up wasn't enough, and she was punched down in to the ground. The breath was knocked out of her lounges, and before she could regain herself, he stepped on her. Not the way you walk, or run up a stair; more like when trying to squash a bug. It had her scream out in shock. He was fast.

A sick laugh over her head snapped Buttercup back to reality, and she was twirling around on the ground to get out of his step, succeeded, pushed up from the ground, and planted both heels to his chin, sending him flying. Strong or not, with her brute force, she would be able to shake his brain and knock him unconscious.

The huge crash indicated the break of the roof, and a huge thud. He had landed on the second floor. Before she could smile, a sharp pain to her side made her buckle slightly. Feeling the left side, she cursed. Might be a broken rib bone. It didn't hurt much, beside from when she was moving and breathing.

«Cunt,» the man cursed from second floor, catching her attention. It astonished her. How the hell wasn't he knocked out? She had given it her all, and that had been enough to send people in to coma before. He laughed again. This was beyond her, she thought. The man was crazy; and she understood why Fuzzy hadn't stood a chance.

«You're one hell of a fighter,» he said, and she heard a crack. Was he breaking something back in place? The man jumped down from the hole, and she saw him massaging his jaw. Did he break it back in place? No fucking way.

«What are you?» she said. It sounded breath taken yet like a growl. He haltered, rising an eyebrow at her.

«Wait, don't tell me-? You really don't know who I am? Tell me you're really not just attacking me head on without knowing who I am?» She was tempted to shake her head, but it would just look too stupid, so decided on waiting. His hand left his jaw, and a finger pointed at her. A smile tugged at the corner of his lip.

«This-» He blinked, laughed, and stared at her. «This is fucking priceless.» And that was when she had had enough. The man was making fun of her, and there was no way she would let anyone do something so outrageous. Charging on, full speed, she gave him a left hook. The man was prepared and parried it. Somewhat, she was faster, more flexible, and before he could counter, she connected her fist with his chin. It had him side step once, before collecting himself back in.

Without a warning, he kicked her in the gut, probably making the fracture worse. Groaning and muffling a scream, Buttercup grabbed her side, stepping away from him. How could he take so many of her blows, yet seem so unfazed? It was like punching an unbreakable metal wall. Bawling her fists, she prepared for another attack, not giving up. They were slightly shaking. The pain was great, but nothing she couldn't handle.

The nervousness was back. The unsettling feeling of something wrong; a strange sense of something sickening incoming. Her shaking wouldn't stop, and her breath was ragged.

«You're attacking Butch Jojo, the greatest King among the districts, and you don't even know who I am? What the fuck kind of rock do you live under?» He mocked. It didn't seem like he noticed her shaking.

«I don't live under a rock, you fuck head,» she growled. The shaking stopped, and she charged again. If he was going to waste time talking, she was going to make another move and do as much damage as she could. No way was she backing down. Never.

She and Fuzzy had once fought, ending in her victory, but just barely. Of course, they had written it off as a tie as one of his men had aimed a gun at her head.

«Then how can you not know about me? I mean, Jojo's own the greatest, richest, best company in town. We're the third richest family in the entire world,» Butch laughed, fending off her attacks. Either he was catching up, concentrating, or she was loosing power. Her head was spinning slightly. Jojo? She didn't remember. It didn't seem familiar at all. Then, the only place she had known and ever really cared about, was the junk yard and their rivals. Anything outside didn't really matter.

«Fuck off,» she snarled. Buttercup didn't like the fact that he had been outside the junkyard, and she hadn't even thought about it. Keeping everything in order had taken up all the years.

«Such a foul mouth on such a beautiful girl,» Butch snickered and before she could stop him, he had caught her chin in his hand, lifting it up. Buttercup had never blushed before, never felt the jolt now surging through her stomach. It felt odd, strange. His grin only grew at her obvious reaction.

«My, my. What do we have here?» he laughed, breath tickling her cheek. «Don't tell me you're actually a virg-» and her knee flew up, kicking him where the sun never shine. For the first time ever, she saw his eyes widen, face twist with pain. All color drained from his face, and he released her. Spinning on her heel, she ran for the exit. It was too warm, and she needed to get away from him, this instant. He was a leech, a virmin, a fucking insect.

«We're going home,» She shouted, cheeks still red.

«Boss?» Mike said, the man closest to her. He was surrounded by three fallen guys, pounding on the fourth in hand.

«I SAID WE'RE LEAVING,» She roared and dug her nails in his skin as she dragged him along, catching the rest of her teams attention. They stared dumbfounded at her for a couple of seconds, not really believing their eyes. «NOW! FUCKING MOVE IT,» She screeched and they all started running toward the car.

«I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, PSYCHO BITCH!» Butch roared behind her, trying his best to get back up on his feet, but it was all in vain. His face was still twitching with rage and torment. As they hightailed out of there, he was still shouting death threats at her, promising all types of torture.

«BC?» Ace said, eyes darting to her. She was staring away from the gang. Everyone were holding their breath, waiting for her to speak.

«Just fucking drive,» she said. They didn't dare bug her more, and no one caught a hold of the dark hue on her cheeks.

Groaning and whimpers of pain surrounded him, as Butch winked for another one to step up. He was dressed in just pants, and attacked the person as their feet came in contact with the ring. The person screamed instantly, and he ripped his shoulders out of it's socket, earning another scream. It was frustrating. Usually when inflicting pain on others, it helped him ease up and made him feel better. This was the twelfth guy, and his anger was just as bad as before. A devilish thought hit him, and he stepped on the guys knee, breaking his foot into an ugly angle. The guy screamed, and fell over.

«Butch,» someone called out in the distance, but he wasn't listening. He was like a shark to a blood trail. The man was begging, seeing those evil, green orbs shine with mischievous. He could feel his hands glowing. How much could this man survive? Oh, he just had to know. Swinging a hand at his skull, he cracked it open. Blood splattered all over the place, making him exited. It lasted seconds as two lime green eyes came in view. She had stared at him with such hate, anger, and then, a twist to vulnerable, shocked, almost soft.

The anger returned. She had rejected him. No female had ever rejected him. No living female was able to reject him. The whimpers around him had him turn to them. Die, die, he needed blood. Gore, violence. Death. Blank rage took over, and Butch let the inner demons come out. More screaming, people running, and laughter. He was laughing. They could run, but no way were they getting away.

It didn't take long for him to get hold of the first guy, but there wasn't a cracked scull. No blood. No gore. No death. Confused, he looked at his unmoving arm. It was held back by another. Who the fuck would dare try to stop him? He was Butch fucking Jojo! No one could oppose him.

Roaring, he let the guy go, and turned to the intruder with flying fists. One second passed, two, and he was on his stomach on the floor, hand locked in a strong grip. It was tightning in, and turning his head, he came eye to eye with two red ones. His breath was heavy, all thoughts of the female was gone, and all he could think was shit. He had fucked up.

«B-Brick? M-man, I didn't know. I- I wasn't thinking-»

«Clearly not,» the cold voice spoke, and he snapped the captivated hand in two. Butch muffled from the pain, refusing to let himself to scream. No way was he getting that out of him. His older brother released him right away, and Butch broke his hand back in place. It still hurt like a bitch, and he glared up.

«I don't care what happens,» he spoke with a monotone voice, eyes hard as stone. Butch could feel his will breaking under it. If he ever had any intentions of fearing anyone, it would be his older brother Brick. Despite being super human, there was something off about his brother. The brunette wasn't much of a compassionate person himself, but he was capable of laughter, joy and sorrow. Brick lacked all of those, ruling with an iron hand. He was like a machine.

«When I tell you to stop, you do so.»

«Yeah, sorry,» Butch muttered.

«If there is a problem, you deal with it. Don't go around killing my workers,» the redhead harshly said and turned to leave. His arm was already starting to heal, and the throbbing pain had turned numb. Growling under his breath, Butch picked himself up from the floor and left the gym, grown men still quivering in the corners. No one dared move, barely breathe. At the exit, a leather jacket hung. He grabbed it, not caring for a shirt. Every girl would stare at his majestic abs. Almost every girl. Anger returned. He had fought her shirtless, and she hadn't even stared. Not even taken a peak. She wasn't interested. How could she not be interested?!

Those lime green eyes. Punching the wall, he moved along with a snarl, leaving it to the butlers to fix it. Damn that Brick. He was going to kill her if he ever saw her again. After regaining himself from her cheating surprise attack, he had searched all over the junk yard, over three times without finding them. No house, no cars, no tracks. They had just disappeared. How the fuck was he going to kill her if he couldn't even find her?

If he couldn't kill someone in the house, he would just have to go another place, Butch thought as a smirk formed on his lips. And he knew the perfect place for it. Picking himself up from the ground, he flew through the sky and headed for one of his favorite places in Townsville. With no traffic, it only took him five minutes to get there.

Landing in a street alley, he knocked on a wooden door. A gape was opened, before closed, and the door flew open.

«Welcome back, Mr. Jojo,» the voice said, gesturing for him to come in. He didn't even bother answering and stormed in. It seemed like a normal bar, and he headed straight for one of the corners. Few dared stare at him longer than a second, and he was out of their sight after that. Stairs to a lower level creaked under his boots, and he entered a smoked area. Several men were standing around, some drinking, others smoking, all chatting.

«Butch, you're back!» a voice shouted out with a full laughter. He lifted his murderous gaze and stared at Mr. Calhou, the man running the place. «Welcome back to Dograce. What can we do for you today?» he smiled. Butch was his best costumer, and whatever he craved, he would get.

«I need something extreme today,» he said, crossing his arms. The man smiled a slimy toad smile. He was round enough to be rolled around. The man was living fat of every earning down here. Waving him over, Butch followed. Mr. Calhou rarely disappointed him.

«I've actually been saving this one. Trained it really good, too. Shown promising results this far, and as of now, the best one I've got. No one has shown as promising results as this one.» Butch rose an eyebrow.

«More than Kathrine?» The fat man turned toward him, grin almost slicing his head in two.

«Oh, much more.» The snicker was having him pull at the corner of his lips. Interesting. They came up to a ring, both men and women standing around it, some laughing, others cheering, more booing. «Looks like we're in luck. It's just about to start.»

It was a three meter radius round hole. At one corner, a two meter tall man with a chainsaw in hand and flamethrower on back was agitating the viewers. He was flexing, showing large muscles. Butch didn't care for him, and stared at the other one instead. It was a small girl, thin and small. Her blond hair was placed up in pigtails, and she was naked but for a blue collar around her neck. No weapons. Her eyes were staring out in space, as if she was dead. Blue, cold orbs. Butch's heart skipped a beat. They were just like the lime green girls. Same shape, different color.

«We call her Bubbles,» Mr. Calhou said. Butch glanced at him sideways. Sure, they usually named their girls like they were porn stars, but this had to be the stupidest name he had ever heard. The man was about to explain himself, but decided against it. «Just watch,» he said.

«She's going to be torn to shreds. Five grand on the big one,» Butch said, leaning against the rail, staring down in the pit.

«You're on,» Mr. Calhou said, nodding to the judge to let the fight start.

«Bet's closing,» he announced. People were staring with glee, horror and expectation. Butch wasn't expecting much, really. All the other fighters had at least had some kind of weapon, even a spoon. This girl, she had nothing. The man shouted out, and the large man in the pit charged, laughing as his chainsaw was turned on, the crowd cheering on.

As the man closed the gap between him and the girl, he hurled his chainsaw down on her head. In the nick of time, she turned to the side, dodging it with ease. As she tilted her head back, her eyes seemed to come in focus, and Butch was sure of it. Those hating eyes. It was just like the green bitch. The girl lifted her arm, punched the side of the chain saw, sending it flying in to the wall. The man, not realizing what had just happened, stared dumb from his weapon to the little girl. A soft, sweet smile came upon her lips, as her hand pierced his heart. The man, three times her size, coughed up blood and she pushed him back with the other hand. He fell to the ground, dead. Blood splattered the walls, the ground, her skin.

Her innocent laughter sent shivers down his spine. She was crazy. Not just blood thirsty crazy, but like his brother. The girl was insane. Chainsaw still on, she moved over and picked it up, giggling as she went loose on his carcase. The crowd cheered, some gasping and others laughing.

«Well, then,» Mr. Calhou turned to him and opened his palm, ready for his payment. Butch flickered out money, more than asked, and placed it in his hands.

«I'm buying her,» he said, managing to halter the annoying smile. It stiffened up, the man refusing to drop it completely down.

«I understand you're interested, Butch, but the girl is not for sale. I'm making alot on her.»

«What is your price?» He said. Money wasn't an issue, and he needed the girl. Maybe killing someone similar to the green eyed bitch would ease his anger.

«Butch, she's not for sale,» the man said again. «Many have been interested, but she's my best creation yet.»

«Two,» Butch said, crossing his arms over his chest.

«Two million?» The man sounded almost insulted.

«Billion,» Butch said. Seeing the visible sweat on Mr. Calhou's forehead almost had him go higher. People were so easily bought. Everyone had a price. With that kind of money, he could retire and live in luxury for the next fifty years. If he ever managed to live that long.

«Well, not for sale might have been a little harsh. You are my favorite costumer, Butch, so I don't see why not sell her to you,» the man slyly said, and Butch wanted to spit him in the face. Disgusting. Picking up his cellphone from his jacket, he transferred two billions over. They had done a lot of business in the past, so Butch knew where to send the money. The owner checked the bank account, almost jumping with delight at the huge number, before whistling. Two guys popped up at his side.

«Mr. Jojo just bought up Bubbles.» The men nodded and left just as swiftly. «It's always a pleasure doing business with you,» the fat man grinned and Butch flashed one evil of his own. It seemed to take the man off guard, because he paled slightly. Not that he cared for the girl; god no. He cared only for himself and his safety. Everyone else could go die.

The men returned with the girl in a leach. She didn't have any clothes, and Butch didn't care either way. She wasn't going to live for long anyway. Her eyes were back to being dead. It was like staring at a turned off robot. They left the Dograce, and Butch tugged her along. She didn't make any sound of protest, any heartwarming thanks, in fact she didn't make a sound at all. The girl just followed him. Many turned their gaze as they passed, but Butch ignored it. People bought people all the time at the Dograce. No big fucking deal.

When they got outside, he grabbed her around the waste and threw her over the shoulder, taking off in to the air. She didn't say anything, didn't protest. It was like carrying a ragged doll. Butch had owned Bubbles for a couple of minutes, and he was already tired of her lack of emotions. When fighting, she had shown signs of hate, disgust, like the green eyed girl; but there had been other parts too. Those crazy parts. The insane laughter.

He didn't know why he was taking her back to the mansion, but leaving her in a back alley after killing her would be reckless. Not that he couldn't bail himself if charged with murder, but he'd rather spend the money on something else. Besides, Mojo would flip tables if he found out Butch had gotten careless and gotten himself thrown in jail on purpose. Brick would surely give him a royal beating too for being stupid. He could live without that.

She was still in his hold, and didn't say anything as he landed at the front porch. It was getting boring already, and he let her down, staring at her. The girl was staring in to space. Had he been imagining the moment of badassness from her? Maybe all the smoke down at the Dograce had made him high, had him seeing things? Pulling her in, he let go of her lace. He was getting damn thirsty. Heading for the kitchen, he found himself a bottle of rum. Taking several greedy gulps, he turned to return back. She was standing on the same freaking spot, still dead.

Killing a dead girl wasn't any fun, and he felt slightly irritated. Why was she so boring? Why couldn't she be more living like the green one, so he could kill her and get his revenge? Like hell that lime green girl could resist him. He was Butch freaking Jojo! No girl could ever.

«You're one fucked up freak,» he muttered to the girl, eyes staring up and down. His thoughts wandered off. Would it be considered rape? Hell, like he cared. She wasn't bad looking, but then again; if she was dead as a fish, it would be like fucking a doll. There was no way he was that desperate.

His eyes came to those dead eyes. She didn't look anything like the green one at that moment. Nothing about that lifeless shell reminded the aggressive brunette. The eye color wasn't right, not even the hair. This one had long, blond hair, while his minx was a brunette. He didn't know, but maybe their bodies were different too. Stepping up to the blond, he placed a hand on her head. Well, this one was a little smaller. She seemed thinner too, but that could be lack of food generally. Her rib bones were sticking out, after all.

Butch grabbed her chin and lifted it. Something in the eyes flickered. Maybe she reacted to actions, he wondered and let go. His hand came up and he slapped her hard across the cheek. The girl took a step back and he saw the orbs flicker. Hate, violence, killer intent. The eyes were the same. His heart skipped a beat. He was going to open his mouth, maybe she would respond, but he didn't get the chance as she attacked.

She was faster than the green one. Before he managed to register it, she had punched him four times in the chest, sending him flying with a spinning kick. He landed hard, breaking a table and crushing a chair through the wall. She laughed that odd laugh, and he blinked.

It wasn't the green one. This was a different person. They were similar at one point, but it wasn't her. It wasn't that little bitch who had kneed him in the crown jewels.

«That's just too bad,» Butch muttered, and as she charged him, he grabbed a hold of her small neck, rising her up. Her laughter died, and her eyes blinked rapidly. Another change in personality, he figured. Tears came up to her eyes ans she trashed in his hand. Her tries were petite. Pff, Butch was bored. Time to get ride of her.

«Butch!» Someone yelled, and he turned to the entrance. Blinking, he rose an eyebrow. «What are you doing,» he said and stormed toward them.

«Getting ride of a burden,» Butch answered, as if it was the most natural thing ever.

«She's a human being,» the man barked, and tore the doll out of his grip. This angered him.

«Boomer! I just bought her at the Dograce. She's mine to do with as please. Stay the fu-»

«Then I'll buy her from you, twice as much.» Those dark blue eyes stared hard at him. Growling Butch sighed. Brick was a god damn narcissist robot and Boomer was an over sensitive bitch. Fuck the both of them.

«Fine. That'll make four.» His brother held the blond tight. She was still sobbing. Weird, he thought. Maybe because he was treating her like a baby, she was reacting like one. Talk about broken.

«Four million?» Boomer said, turning to leave with her.

«Nah, billion,» Butch smirked at his brothers rising eyebrows. «You were going to kill of something you bought for four BILLION?» the blond said confused, and rather disgusted. Butch was big at spending money, but this might have been a new record.

«No, you fucking moron. I paid two billion for her. You're paying me twice as much, which makes it four.» Boomer just shook his head, as if not even wanting to comment.

«What fucking ever,» Butch said, a headache starting to grow. «I'm going to bed. If you haven't paid me by I wake up tomorrow, she still belongs to be, and I will kill her,» he could hear his brother fishing up his phone, but he wasn't staying to figure out. It could be tomorrows worries. Butch always finished his threats, and Boomer knew it. If he really wanted to save the broken toy, he would pay at once.

He took of to his room, slamming the door behind him. He earned himself two billion from his brother, but he lost the chance of killing the bitch, and had let another one beat him up. Butch still couldn't understand where they had gone. He had searched the damn place several times. It didn't make any sense.

He lay down in the huge king size bed, tossing off all of his clothes. The door out to the porch was open, and the curtains were pulled away, letting the moonlight shine in on the floor. As he lay there staring at the lines, a thought hit him. Maybe they weren't at the junk yard at all. That had to be the only explanation. That girl had tricked him in to believing she had lived her whole life there, and didn't know who he was.

Of course she was lying! Not only did she cheat in their fight, but she was a sneaking liar too! That little minx, he snickered. But not any more. He knew her dirty little secret, and he was going to find her the next day. She was going to pay for what she had done to him.

Oh, revenge was going to be so sweet. Even sweeter than sweet. Like hell she could resist him. It had to be an act, all of it. Sneaky little bitch, but he wasn't going to fall for it. He was smarter than that.

Just the thought of wrapping his hands around her pretty little neck had him standing straight up. She was going to be so sorry. He was going to squeeze the life out of her, and he was going to enjoy her scared look, feel her body tremble, begging for her life. Groaning, he grabbed his limb, seducing himself. Payback was going to be a real bitch, and he was going to enjoy it, all of it. He was going to show her what happened to people who fucked with Butch Jojo.

Those lime green eyes. He could see them so clearly. She had a strong punch for a human, but she was so fragile. When he had tilted her chin up, he had felt a slight tremble in her body, seen a small red hue on her cheeks. Was she a virgin? He groaned. Just the thought was alluring. He didn't think he had ever done it with one before. Would she break? Scream?

Was the girl capable of moaning? He could practically see her eyes filled with lust, for him, stretched out, begging him for more. One hard movement, and he came. The orgasm hit so hard he felt dizzy. It had him change his mind. He wasn't just going to kill her straight away tomorrow. No, he was going to have her, one way or another. He was going to break her, again and again, then kill her when he got bored of it.

Hey, guys! This is just an idea that's been whirling around in my head for the last couple of days. Hope you enjoyed the read, and please leave a comment on your thoughts. Is it worth continuing on?