Chapter 14
Well, I think I know what's going on. The Powerpuff Girls aren't showing up as much anymore on Cartoon Network. In fact, the ONLY time they show is on the weekends during when the station is playing "Cartoon Cartoons" or "Cartoon Cartoons Top 5", and even then it's ONLY luck when they show.
So yeah, looks like the Powerpuff Girls is going to be cancelled soon. ;_;
But hey, I won't let that stop me from completeing this.
Which reminds me. Here's the next chapter. ^_^
NOTE: The first name I have given Professor Utonium may or may not be his real first name. It is really unknown what it is. I just picked it becuase it sounded good.
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Chapter 14
Buttercup continued to run through the streets, hoping she would make it to Ms. Keane’s house. Buttercup had only one thing on her mind now, getting her dad to her red headed sister before she passed out from blood loss. Buttercup was losing blood fast. She had to hurry.
Ms. Keane’s house came into her view and she literally busted the door down upon entry. As soon as she entered, Buttercup started to surrender to her sudden tiredness, dropping to her knees. The Professor started to bend down to look her over, but she stopped him, knowing whose life was really at stake.
“No, Dad! Don’t worry about me, just save Blossom!” She said.
The Professor was about to back talk to his green-eyed daughter when someone put a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. It was Ms. Keane.
“John, Blossom needs you right now! I’ll take care of Buttercup!” She said soothingly to him.
The Professor nodded, and headed upstairs. “Second door on the left!” Ms. Keane yelled, giving him the direction to where Blossom was.
Buttercup started screaming in pain. “Someone get this stupid bullet out of me!” She begged.
This pretty much dumbfounded Ms. Keane, as she couldn’t figure out how to remove a bullet from someone. Buttercup was as good as dead in her care at this point.
The screaming had attracted Mojo and he went to see what the commotion was about. Buttercup looked at him and saw that the medicine had done wonders for him. He was now nearly fully healed. He still had a patch over his eye, but other than that, he didn’t seem to have any injuries at all.
The bullet that was inside her interrupted her train of thought. She screamed again as the bullet was giving her extreme pain. Mojo approached Buttercup and examined the left arm she was clenching.
“Hmm, a bullet, huh?” He said as he held Buttercup by the arm with one hand and rubbed his chin with the other. “Don’t worry, I know how to get it out.” He then turned to Ms. Keane. “Get me a knife, one that has a sharp point at the end, while I get Buttercup ready to have the bullet removed. Oh, and get Bubbles, we’ll need her strength.” Mojo instructed and Ms. Keane immediately did so.
Mojo went to the living room couch and laid her down on it and so that the wound was facing him. Ms. Keane and Bubbles show up almost a second later, Ms. Keane out of breath and holding the knife he asked for.
Mojo took the knife from Ms. Keane and held it in his hand by the handle. The blade was sharp, curved and pointed. Pretty much the one he needed. He then turned towards Bubbles.
“Now, Bubbles and Ms. Keane, I’m going to have to ask you both to hold Buttercup’s arm as still as possible, because this is really going to hurt, and there is a high chance that she will squirm around a lot as I, Mojo Jojo, emit the high amount of pain to her on her arm, and so that I can remove the bullet, which I am only doing to ensure you Power Puff Girls destroy The Shadow Puff Girls.” He took the chance to say his usual long sentence habit, as Buttercup was unable to stop him.
Bubbles and Ms. Keane understood completely what Mojo was about to do. They trusted him and got into position to hold Buttercup’s arm firmly. Mojo plunged the knife into the wound, making Buttercup scream and curse at him. Buttercup was squirming around because of the pain, but Ms. Keane and Bubbles held her arm still. As Mojo moved the knife around, he muttered the different parts of the body he was hitting with the tip of the blade. At one point, he accidentally hit a nerve, making Buttercup scream louder. Realizing what he hit, he apologized and continued.
As he continued, he heard the sound of two metals hitting one another. “Ah ha! Found it!” He said. Using all his strength, he used a leverage method and was able to pry the bullet out. The bloodstained bullet bounced across the carpeted floor as it left the victim.
“Ow! Ah! Oh, man! That hurt!” Buttercup complained after the procedure she went through was finished. After the bullet was removed, the wound didn’t hurt as much anymore, but it still did. “Now that that’s over, time to go see Blossom!”
Before she could get up to leave, Ms. Keane stopped her. “You’re not going anywhere, young lady, until we treat that wound of yours!” She said firmly, scolding her.
Buttercup gave a frustrated sigh. “Fine!” She said and allowed Ms. Keane to treat her wound.
Buttercup winced at the contact of the rubbing alcohol on her wound, but she was very used to the stinging feeling as the Professor had applied it to her many times. She decided to talk with Bubbles to keep her mind off the wound.
“So, how’s Blossom doing?” She asked.
“Not good.” Bubbles answered with a sad look. Buttercup could tell that Bubbles had been crying for her probably since she went to save the Professor. “I – I don’t know if she – she’ll make it!” She choked out in-between sobs.
She was always the one who was not afraid to cry. She never admitted such a thing, because she was afraid of what others would think of her. No one could think any less of her. The only thing was, she was the emotional one. That’s all.
With her arm that wasn’t being treated, Buttercup moved Bubbles closer to her and gave a comforting hug.
“Don’t worry, Bubbles, if anyone can save Blossom, Dad can.” Buttercup said while rubbing her in an affectionate matter.
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, even Ms. Keane, who was in the middle of wrapping Buttercup’s arm, and stared bewildered at her.
Buttercup saw the look everyone was giving her. “What?” She asked.
“It’s just that you normally don’t call the Professor ‘Dad.’” Bubbles said.
“Well, he is our Dad, isn’t he? He created us and he takes care of us like a real dad.” She reasoned.
Ms. Keane wasn’t buying it. She knew the girls almost as well as John Utonium. In fact, some rumor that Ms. Keane could really be their mother based on how much she knows about them. However, she also knew that Buttercup would not admit the true reason why in front of everyone and decided to ask about it later. Ms. Keane went back to wrapping Buttercup’s arm.
Bubbles believed Buttercup as that was the truth, but didn’t know that what Buttercup said wasn’t what she meant.
“Yeah, he is, we really should call him ‘Dad’ more often, right?” Bubbles asked.
“Yeah, we really should.” Buttercup answered.
Ms. Keane had finished treating Buttercup’s wound. The wound was covered with a clean, fabric cloth, which was wrapped around her arm and tied tightly to slow the blood flow.
“Well, I’m going to go and see Blossom.” Buttercup got up and went upstairs to see her redheaded sister.
“Oh, Bubbles, I almost forgot! I have something that might cheer you up!” Ms. Keane said.
Bubbles looked at her with curiosity, wondering what Ms. Keane had. The black haired adult reached deep into her pants pocket and pulled out a small stuffed octopus. It was purple skinned and had lazy yellow eyes, along with a black nose.
Bubbles gave a gasped smile. “Octy!” She screamed. She then literally tackled the octopus out of Ms. Keane’s hand and hugged it so tightly that if it had any life she would’ve killed it.
Meanwhile, Buttercup had reached the room where the Professor was taking care of Blossom. She opened the door to find her dad looking solemnly at her sister in a rather large guest bed, who was bandaged up. It was a rather ugly sight. If it were not for the skin, Blossom would look almost like an ugly mummy right now.
Buttercup glanced at the carpet and saw Blossom’s blood stained clothes on the floor. Seeing that, Buttercup knew that her sister was naked underneath those bandages. She figured the damage Blossom had taken was greater than what she originally saw. With that ugly thought invading her mind, Buttercup knew she was going to have nightmares tonight.
She knocked on the door to make herself known. The Professor turned and saw his green-eyed daughter standing at the door. His eyes glanced at the bandage on Buttercup’s arm, right where the bullet had hit. Seeing that it would probably heal by morning, he gave her a smile. He then fast walked up to Buttercup and hugged her. Buttercup just returned it as best she could, considering she was so much smaller.
“Oh, Buttercup! I’m so glad you’re alright!” Professor Utonium said.
“I’ll be fine, Dad! There’s no need to worry over me!” She said.
“I can’t help but worry about the three special daughters I love!”
Buttercup didn’t know what to say. If she was a little older, she might’ve given a more mature response. She decided to change the subject before the Professor got out of hand with emotion.
“How’s Blossom doing, Dad?” She asked.
The Professor gave his black haired daughter a solemn look. “I’ve done all I can for her! All we can do now is hope!”
“Can I see her, Dad?” Buttercup asked innocently, knowing she needed permission to see someone in as tragic as a state as Blossom was now.
“Yes!” He answered.
Buttercup walked up to the large bed and peered over at her red headed sister. To say that seeing her sister in such critical condition did sadden her would be complete truth. In fact, looking upon her, she wouldn’t admit it, but Buttercup saw it as a miracle that she was still with them. Blossom was still breathing very steadily on her own. For the moment, Buttercup believed that she would be all right.
“I think she’ll be okay, Dad.” Buttercup said.
The Professor finally got a little suspicious. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my daughter, because the Buttercup I know doesn’t call me ‘Dad’ this much?” He suddenly asked his daughter.
Buttercup was shocked by all of this. She had called Professor Utonium “Dad” a lot without her noticing it. She also noticed that she had to confess the truth to get out of it all.
“Well, to tell you the truth, Dad… when I discovered that you were going to be given the death penalty tonight, it kind of hit me how important you are in my life. I don’t know what I could’ve done without you. You’ve taught us so much in our life. You take care of us and spend time with us in only a way a real ‘Dad’ can. I don’t think we could be the girls we are today without you.”
Buttercup was trying to say one thing, but something that she would never really say directly, and her Dad saw this. He then bent down to her eye level and looked deep into those green eyes of his daughter, seeing if there was any deceitfulness lying there. When he couldn’t find any, he just smiled at her.
“I care about you too, Buttercup!” He then hugged her.
Buttercup hugged him back. After the hug, she went up to the bed that Blossom was in and let out one thing that was highly unsuspected for her to say. “And I don’t know what I’d do without you as well, Blossom. You mean so much more to me than you know. All I want you to do is come back to us. Please, return to us.”
Then suddenly, as if hearing her, Blossom moaned at her. Blossom’s eyes then fluttered open. She then looked at Professor Utonium and Buttercup. “Hey!” She said.
The Professor just went up to Blossom and hugged her. “Oh, my little Blossom! I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Thanks to you, Professor.” She said. She then turned to Buttercup. “However, I have a feeling that I have you to thank the most, Buttercup.” Buttercup just turned away in embarrassment, keeping silent.
John Utonium just seemed to speak for Buttercup in his own way. “We’re just glad you’re okay.” The Professor then rubbed Blossom’s hair. “Now get some rest, dear.”
Blossom then snuggled into the bed to get some well-deserved rest.
Before Buttercup left, she turned to her sister. “Hey, Blossom…”
“Yeah, Buttercup?” She asked.
“If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs.”
“Thanks!” Blossom then went to sleep.
They would need their rest, especially Buttercup, because she was about to have the toughest fight of her life.
---End Chapter 14---
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Well, there ya go!
Hope you liked it. Sorry about putting Buttercup OoC, but I had to make her explain her actions somehow.
Oh, and here is the summary for the next chapter:
One of the friends of the Powerpuff Girls discovers the truth, but will they give them the evidence they need to clear their name completely, or will they perish trying?
WARNING: Shipping will be revealed.
I know, I promised no romance, but I just can't help myself.
Anyways, please review.
