Powerpuff Girls: Come back home

Chapter 7

Brick's POV
"Brick, what the hell??" Butch stomped behind me as I paced our living room.

We need to get Boomer back. We need to find out what happened to the girls. We need to–

"BRICK!" Butch shoved me onto our rundown couch. His dark green eyes glowing, practically on fire staring daggers at me. "You understand we're wasting time right now, don't you?"

I shoved him off me. Huffed out a sigh. I really need to smoke right now. I've stopped for a few months now but I really need it. I reached under my mattress and grabbed the pack of cigarettes I've stashed. Still feeling Butch's glare over my shoulders, I turn around and offered him some.

He didn't move an inch so I retreated the cigs. I light my cigarette with the tip of my finger and huffed. "Remember when we joked about putting a tracker on Boomer because he kept running away?"

"Why are you acting like you have all the time in the world?" Butch growled.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I stared at him waiting for him to understand, but knowing Butch, his head is as tough as his punches.

I sighed after taking another puff which made a cloud of smoke between Butch and I. "I may have placed a tracker somewhere on (or rather in) Boomer a few years ago. That's why I was able to know where he was whenever he ran off somewhere."

I didn't want my brother to get into some sort of mischief. Knowing him, he wouldn't be able to handle it alone. Back before I planted that thing into him, he came back home with a black eye a broken arm. We still don't know who did it because he wouldn't say anything.

"You didn't bother telling me until now??" He sounded more offended than baffled. Not the reaction I was hoping to see. "All this time I thought you had super tracking or something!"

"No." I light another cigarette. "If we're lucky. The girls," I hated how that came out of my mouth. It left a bitter taste and not from the cigarette. I am still baffled that who we just encountered were Townsville's angels. Blossom's eyes no longer rose gold pink. It was more of a pink that's almost at the edge to red. She no longer smell of strawberries and vanilla. In fact, I didn't take notice to her scent because the scent I knew was gone. "They wouldn't have found the tracker. I injected it inside Boomer's skin."

Butch's expression looks as if I've violated HIM. "What if they–you know, beat him up too bad. Would the tracker somehow break?"

"Then let's hope it hasn't gone that far."

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"WOULD YOU SLOW DOWN?!" I growled at my brother who's been practically dragging me around for the past 15 minutes.

He began to nag and scream at me for not showing any concerns for Boomer but in all honesty, I am a lot more worried for his safety than Butch is. I'm just not showing it because I do not need two frantic lunatics flying around town.

Plus, I need to look at the GPS while flying but I can't do that if I'm getting dragged.

Zooming out of the map, I couldn't see where the red dot that indicates where Boomer should be. Its not on here anywhere.

Butch notices this and immediately assumed the worse. Or should I put to words, "tore his skin leaving only his flesh".

Trying not to get that into my head, I assumed it would be underground where there wouldn't be any signal for the tracker.

"What do we do now, smartass?" Butch huffed.

Without giving him an answer, I few to where the statue of the girls was. Sat on the unoccupied bench and clutched my cap that's no longer on my head.

Butch seated himself next to me with some distance between us. Surprisingly, he hadn't said a word. Instead he offered me a smoke before lighting one for himself.

"You do know that if we can't get a connection, we can never find him."

Butch scowled at the thought or maybe the fact that I put it to words.

Refreshing the app again and again until something popped up.

No way.

I turned my head towards the statue a little to hard I got a pain in my neck. Butch noticed this and questioned me.

This can't be. I looked at the app again and there it is. Boomer's red dot is right exactly where we are but it seems to be moving. Moving a few feet away from where we're currently seated.

Before I could walk over to the spot, the red dot disappeared again.

Fuck!

"Bro, you really need to tell me what the fuck is going on!" Butch had a strong hold of my arm. Looking at me as if I've gone insane.

"He's here." Were the only words I could say.

I ran my fingers through my hair and had just realized I dropped my cap near the bench.

"What do you mean he's here? Boomer's here as in here here."

"Yes but, I think it may be..." My eyes glanced down at our feet. Butch's eye followed suit.

He suggested we slam right into the ground to create a direction hole like in Minecraft.

I suggested we search the area. Making our entrance less noticeable. And I agree with Butch that I'm wasting MORE time than I really should but we honestly don't know who we're facing.

The last time we battled the girls, we didn't stand a chance.

Snapping myself out of thought, I see Butch already digging a hole down.

I grabbed him by the shirt and threw him across sending his body colliding with the statue.

"Didn't you hear what I said?! Never dig straight down!" I yelled.

Butch still on the ground, doesn't seem too bothered to pick himself up. "I don't know if you've noticed but, THIS ISN'T MINECRAFT! There's no lava if we dig straight down and there aren't any secret doors either."

Wait, what was that?

"If you've forgotten, our brother is still mis-"

I cut Butch off. "Wait! Butch that's it!"

"Huh?"

I ran over to the statue and began touching and looking at it in every corner. "Don't just stay there and help me!"