We meet again

Part 34

Buttercup POV:

She looked so lifeless. I wouldn't of known she was alive if it wasn't for the monitor counting and monitoring her heart beats.

Mojo was in the back, cleaning off equipment and mixing chemicals together. Experiments. Tests. Does he have to run tests right now? I know it's probably for the best, maybe he could figure out a way to stop/prolong the thing that's eating her alive. The thing that'll soon destroy me and Bubbles...

But does he have to look like he's having fun?

Enjoying watching my sister in this state.

I betcha he and Him are working together.

Damn it. What if he did something while he was helping the professor?! Shit. What if the boys are in on this too?

I took an unconscious step forward, only to be stopped by the professor. "Buttercup, it's alright." He gives a look of relief when I cross my arms and look down at the ground.

Doesn't stop me from thinking, though.

Technically, I'm not supposed to be here. In the lab. Apparently I get protective of my sisters and tend to see through a red-lense when one of them is hurt. So, I'm not allowed down here, because apparently I'll commit a felony or some shit.

I guess they'd be right. I beat up Dexter, after all. Who's gonna stop me from shooting a monkey with my laser vision?

My eyes are already heating up as I glare at Mojo.

Dumb monkey.

I know it's Hims fault. At least I think I know it's Hims fault. For all I really know it could be Mojo! Or one of the Jojo boys! Hell- Princess is a good candidate as any.

I don't know shit! I know what I'm told, and what I'm told is very fucking little!

"Buttercup," The professor warns. He's beside Blossom checking on vitals or something. He points to his eyes and frowns. "Simmer down, hun."

Reluctantly, I do my best to cool off. However, it's not easy to turn off heat vision when you're angry. I shot Butch the other day because of it. It's just a reflex.

"How long is she going to be out?" I ask. It's an attempt to get my mind off of murdering Mojo. Because if I can't get to Him, then I'll get Mojo.

"A day or two at maximum." The Professor scribbles something down in his notebook and sits down on a stool. "She's going to be okay, Buttercup."

Bubbles told me that. The Professors telling me now. But I'm still tense and stressed out. I need to have a conversation with myself, so I can tell Me to suck it up. Because Blossom's going to be just fine. She's strong and she'll be A-OK.

Mojo clears his throat. He's swirling a bubbling silver liquid in a beaker. "Ah, yes. I, Mojo Jojo, am attempting to figure out a way to prolong Him's—"

"Hurry it the fuck up." I growl. "Because it's your fucking fault too."

"Buttercup, language." The Professor clicks his pen and puts it away in his pocket. "At first we assumed it was Mojos fault. And it was a mistake to begin with. We all make mistakes. But now we know that it's Him who did this."

"Oh sure." I roll my eyes. "I don't care if you think he's tellin' the truth or not. He's tried to fucking kill my sisters and me before! When we were in fucking kindergarten!" I gesture to Mojo. "Who's to say he's not working with Him?!"

The professor sighs. "Buttercup—"

"Oh! The power puff makes a valid point. The point in which I, Mojo Jojo, am working with Him. Him, being a dangerous villain as well. As well, referring to myself. However, I, Mojo Jojo, have turned away from the life of crime a long time ago. A long—"