Angel ♡ Eyes

♡ Chapter 56

"Buttercup, Love, look at me." Butch reached out, tilting her face to look at him. "How do I fix this?"

"I don't..." her head shook from left to right. "Who are you? Who am I? What's going on?"

"I'm Butch, Love. You know me." He pleaded. "Please. I can't do this without you. Please. Remember..."

When she shook her head once more Butch felt as if his heart had been ripped out his chest. This didn't make any sense. She'd said she figured how to stop a hit. Why didn't she—

"Damn it." His voice hoarse. This was how she got rid of the hit. By erasing herself she therefore erased everything.

Movement from the corner caught Butch's attention. Blossom dropped the blade covered in Bellum's blood. Her nose curled at the stench.

"You." Butch rose to his feet. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Excuse me?!" Blossoms eyes widened. "What are you—"

"You knew! You knew that if she saw Bellum dead she'd go after me!" Butch pointed an accusing finger at her. "And instead of just going along with Blake's plan, you kill her! Both of them!"

Blossoms eyes widened. "No. No. She said she knew how to stop the hit. That's the only reason that I—"

"By erasing herself!" Butch's voice broke.

Blossom took a step back. "No... no, no, no. That can't... she can't..."

"She did." Butch looked back down at the girl by his feet. She stared up at him, questions playing in her mind.

He crouched down, taking her hands in his. "Hey, it's okay. We're... we're gonna fix this. We're gonna fix this." It sounded more like he was reassuring himself opposed to her.

"Who am I?" She asked.

"Your name is Buttercup." Blossom was beside the two now. "I'm Blossom. I'm your sister."

Buttercup bit down on her bottom lip. "I don't..."

"I know." Blossom nodded. "I'm so sorry."

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Nobody wanted to believe it. It hurt too much.

Bubbles had called it.

Boomer lost his best friend.

Blossom felt too guilty, but she knew deep down that it's what BC wanted.

Brick was pissed off.

Blake, neutral indifference.

Bell cried.

But Butch? Hah! He'd lost his whole world.

When the eight had met up outside, they'd found a clearing a few miles in to the woods, now they had nothing more to do other than wait. Buttercup, for what it was worth, tried to make things better. But, her attempts to ease the situation only made Bell cry harder and everyone else grow deeper into their unsettling thoughts.

The plane showed up.

Blake's buddy pulled through.

All they could really do was... well, wait.

Cry, wallow, and wait.

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Brick watched as she walked beside him. The private jet Blake wrangled out of an old military buddy waiting for her to board. Brick had decided he didn't want to get on that metal death contraption on wings. But as he stood in the middle of the hot sun, with the rays beating down on him, he really wished he'd chosen otherwise. Then again, one rev of the plane's engine and Brick was back to being content on staying back. Taking the train with the others.