Under the Mirror

The First "Friend" Chat

Art by JKSketchy on DeviantArt

Summary: | ingredients: temper tantrums, explanations, and vows |

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Bash, using his extreme intellect, knew something was wrong when Blake came home that night. His clothes were splattered with what suspiciously looks like blood , and he had a distant, distracted look in his eyes. He didn't even glance as Papa Jomo almost had an aneurysm and immediately began fussing over him. Normally Blake would have flexed under the attention, but this Blake merely brushed his father off and took off to the shower.

Bash decided that he would keep an eye on him, though his mind was on more pressing matters — the X-rays of Breaker's bones had strangely enough appeared to be shifting — but for what and why, Bash had no clue.

There was also the thing with the Powerpunk Girls. Their activity has been less and less frequent lately, and Papa Jomo had been stressing himself out over why.

On the bright side, a few brave citizens have decided to clean up Viletown: clean up the litter, begin new construction, and overall make the city a better place.

It seems things were finally looking up.

That was, until they got the news.

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It was a few weeks after the "incident", and Blake was back to normal: making jabs and sulking for working after school hours. Every day, Her sent her sons to do the heavy lifting in repairing the city — which Blake claimed wasn't their responsibility since they "saved" the city.

One look from Mama Her shut him up.

Queenie was accompanying them today: the bright redhead was hard to refuse, and her sweet nature and natural dislike towards the Punks made her fast friends with the Rights.

Breaker was just overall happy: No Punks, hanging out with his best friend and brothers, and the sun was shining (okay, yeah, his bones have been feeling a bit funny lately, but he was sure it was nothing!).

His red brother suddenly halted and held up a mitt. "Shh ... do you hear that?"

They all stopped walking and ran to press against the wall of the building they were about to turn.

Voices were coming closer, and soon Breaker realized why Blake wanted to stop — it was the Powerpunk's sidekicks: Raven, Mitchel, and Mikey! But there was another voice mingled with theirs ... deep and raspy, but still feminine ...

Breaker eyes snapped open.

Brute!

" ... have no clue what to do anymore!" Brute was complaining to her friends. "It's always, "Brute, do this," or "Brute, get that," over and over again. I'm exhausted."

Breaker stared at his counterpart as she flopped against a nearby bench, looking worse for wear. He's never seen Brute act so casual before. She looked almost normal in her rare moment of nonviolence, and he couldn't help but wonder which side of Brute was the real Brute.

He snapped out of his musings when Queenie suddenly burst forward, storming towards the Punk. "Maybe you deserve this, jerk!"

The three brothers freeze as their friend marches right in front of arguably the most dangerous Powerpunk. Brute's green eyes sharpen, then narrow dangerously — and Breaker's come to learn that is Brute's sign of preparing for a fight.