The Powerpuff Girls: The Lost Past

Chapter 4: Princess; The Plot-Blocker

Aha, why yes, I do consider myself a professional. Why must you ask?
What? I'm cocky, conceited, and have no life? Well, let me reassure you... *sobs of terrible grief*

WHY??? 

Anyway, I personally think that this book is better than my first one. It's becuase I have a hell of a lot more experience writing than I did back then, so now my writing is just like 100% better. I was like, barely even in my teenager years back than. I feel like this book seems more like expert material. 

But then again, I am cocky and conceited... And I just realized how many times I said 'like' in one paragraph...
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Brick immediately left the area, flying towards the places his brothers could be. 

First the candy shop... What was he thinking? It's like nine at night, of course it would closed. 

Then Brick decided to just go home and wait for his brothers there. It's Saturday, so he wasn't sure if they would be there or not. He flew above all the buildings to the outskirts of town. In it's own little area, was a single house. The only buildings that surrounded it were a few other houses and shops, but they weren't close to it. Brick wouldn't have been surprised if they didn't even know it was there.

The Mayor had given them they're own secluded house on the promise of no more crimes that threatened the lives of the townspeople.

And not a single life was.

And a boring time that is for Butch. That boy can not go one day without holding back his need to throw boats at every human he sees.

Brick was starting to wonder if Butch would get over this phase. Of course, Butch still seems to be the one to still have any hatred for the Powerpuff Girls. 

All of a sudden, Brick's thoughts were interrupted by a loud whoosh. He jerked backwards, forgetting to stay in midair for just a split second, whilst he fell just a few feet closer to the ground.

"I see you still live in this dump of a house," someone said behind Brick. He groaned and rolled his eyes, quickly realizing who it was.

"What do you want, Princess Morbutts?" Brick said, annoyed of the girl that constantly bothrered Brick and his brothers.

"It's Morbucks, thank you. And what I want is for you to stop acting like you don't care about defeating the Powerpuff Girls," she sneered. Some years after Princess desperately trying to join the Powerpuff Girls, she soon gave up and decided that destroying them was the best option. 

Of course, she couldn't do it alone, even with all her money. What she needed was raw, vengeful power. A power that only the Rowdyruff boys had. So when she turned to them all those years ago, she was already too late, since the Rowdyruff Boys had already stopped being villains. 

Princess flew in front of Brick with her all expensive jetpack, an item which Brick wasn't even sure wasn't even sure was deemed safe for anybody to just randomly use out of the blue.

"I don't care about them, all that much anymore. So just leave me alone, I'm trying to go home," Brick would've thought of any excuse to get away from this girl if he could. He looked her reddish brown hair that was now in a low ponytail instead of two pigtails. Her freckles really stood out on her cheeks with eyes that told everyone 'If I wanted to, I could buy you!'. 

"Heh, I know you saw that huge green slimy thing a few minutes ago. Why pretend you didn't even notice it was there? I think you're planning something," she smirked. Brick rolled his eyes yet again, regretting every agonizing second he spent talking to this girl.

"If you saw it too, why didn't you do anything to destroy it? It could've helped you gain more attention than the Powerpuff Girls," he said to her. Princess said something along the lines of 'Damn it all, why didn't I think of it?'.

"Go away," he finally spat at her. Princess didn't have a shocked expression on her face at all. In fact, it looked like she anticiapted Brick's rude behavior. Brick knows that she never experiences anything that has any spite towards her.

"Yeesh, Morbutts, why do you keep bothering us?" another voice said. A green light appeared, revealing Brick's brother once it faded. 

Butch looked at Princess like he wanted to throw a boat at her. Sigh, typical Butch. 

"It's Morbucks, you dimwit," she snapped. Butch laughed a little and shook his head.

"You shouldn't talk like that to someone who can snap your neck in less than a second," he continued to laugh. Brick groaned loudly. Butch and his annoying ways of trying to scare people. 

"You do know what you would happen if you tried?" she threatened. That's right, isn't it? If one of us were to even try to harm someone, not only would the Powerpuff Girls, but the entire town would chase us down. It's only different for us becuase we had a peace treaty with the mayor. 

Brick shivered at the thought. He got tired of being rejected by every single living person in town, so he stopped doing his evil ways, but he wasn't so sure about Butch. He only agreed to stop because Brick wanted to stop, but Brick knew that if Butch's temper got out of hand...

No, he didn't even want to think about it.

"Come on, let's go home. We don't have time for this, Princess. Leave, now," Brick demanded. Princess glared at him before flying off on her jetpack. Butch raised an eyebrow at Brick's actions, but didn't protest to anything. 

"Did you see that green slimy monster a couple minutes ago?" was the first thing Brick asked his brother. 

Butch only shrugged before saying, "Yeah, but I was slightly hoping it would have destroyed the Puffs before you got there and decided to help them,"

Brick sighed and shook his head in a dissaproving manner. "Whatever, it doesn't matter, but look what I found," Brick pulled out the weird semi-spherical thing out of his pocket and held it in front of Butch. 

"What is that, a pocket watch? Why are you showing it to me?" he asked impatiently. Brick grew somewhat frustrated at Butch and shoved the thing closer to him. 

"Look it over," he ordered his brother. Butch inspected it until he read two large letters in purple. 

"Mojo," was the only thing Butch said. 

"Five," a somewhat robotic female voice said. It came from the pocket watch. 

"Four," 

"Three," It took Brick a millisecond to realize what was going to happen. 

"Get rid of it!" Brick yelled. In that instant, Butch chucked it into the air as far as he could. After just a second, a small explosion came from it, about thirty yards from where the two boys were.

"That piece of shit monkey! Once I get my hands on him, he dead," Butch cursed. Brick stood there, thinking of what to do next. 

"Where's Boomer?" he asked. Butch shrugged. 

"I don't know. I was the only one at home. He might be coming back right now," he said. 

"Okay, we'll wait for Boomer to get home, then we'll go pay a visit to Mojo," Brick decided. He knew that this was the best course of action to take.