Choices and Chances (a ppg fanfiction)

Chapter 13

“Who are you, Arias Callahan?” that young woman asked, shaking him hard.

‘Could that be true? Someone's on to him despite his most secrecy?’ he thought.

“I have been trying…..trying to figure you……figure you out.” Rhea’s soft voice told Arias. She flew. He knew.

She was one of the Powerpuff Girls.

He looked hard at Rhea. ‘No!’ he thought. ‘no one can know.’

“Does it matter?” he coldly replied. “who was I? Who I have been in the past?”

“It does.” She yelled. “it does to me. It's my mission.” She doesn’t seem herself. She smelt of alcohol.

“Which rowdyruff are you? How come you are in the police?” she shook him again.

‘She knows too much.’ He panicked. ‘what am the I suppose to do?’

“It doesn’t matter.” He coldly replied.

“You can’t be Boomer. Seriousness isn’t in his personality back then. Butch? No, you….” Arias jerked her away and his hand reached for bus gun. With enough force, he hit her with a gun's butt. She dropped down unconscious. He ungracefully sat down on the floor. He looked at the limp body. His hands went to his hair. He pulled them hard.

‘I have to run away.’ The only logical gateway. He then looked at her. Her partner. The girl he had started to dream about. He gently touched her cheek. He then got up, took his police badge and gun.

‘I wish I too get to know you better, Rhea. But I won’t let you or anyone disclose my secrets.’ He said in his mind. He carefully opened the door, again looked at lovely unconscious Rhea Marina Timmons, and went out. He hadn’t used flight ability from the past decade, yet after some struggle, he was up in the air. He secretly went inside Police HQ and placed his badge and gun on the Chief's table with a note saying “I resign.”

He stroked his police badge with love, his Adam’s apple throbbed as he gulped down his tears. He flew to the outskirts of the city. He landed on Gangrene's land. He took out his contacts, styled his hair into spikes, and fashionably rolled his sleeves up. He walked to the only known house in that area. He knocked. Door opened. Ace, the leader of Gangrene Gang stood there with a baseball bat in his hand.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Ace demanded.

“Ace, it's Brick Jojo.” Arias hadn’t used that name forever. “I need a place to crash. Forces are after me.”

“Brick Jojo. I'll be damned.” Ace exclaimed looking in his crimson red eyes. Ace made way for him. “Come on in, Jojo.”

Brick entered.

“Where have you been, Jojo? Haven’t seen you since you were twelve or thirteen.” Ace asked. Brick examined Ace's house. Other members of the Gangrene Gang were not present. He remembered two of a gang member, he arrested three years ago. Arias/Brick felt guilty for using Ace.

“Where’s your gang?” Arias asked anyway.

“Two in jail, one in France. One in Chile.” Ace was radiating something between gloom and longing. Arias placed his hand on his elbow and squeezed it. He was wishing for Ace to be cheery and happy again. Ace shockingly looked at him. Ace wasn’t radiating that gloom. He was but calm.