Forbidden Love 5

Allison Jae By Allison Jae, 6th Aug 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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Buttercup has always had feelings for Butch, even though he's a villain working for Mojo. Even still they have been carrying on a secret affair for months, but what happens when Buttercup ends up pregnant. Will she tell Butch? Will her sisters find out?

Butch has a plan to bring down Him and Mojo. Will it work, or is he in over his head?

Chapter Five: The Plan

Butch followed his contact to what looked like an empty warehouse where there was an older man waiting. Butch approached him cautiously.

"Chief Manor," Butch said, looking him intensely in the eye. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to bow out of our agreement. There's something personal I have to take care of right away."

Chief Manor stared him down. He had been smoking a cigarette. He took one last puff before putting it out. He blew the smoke right in Butch's face. It made him cough a little.

"That's unacceptable," Chief Manor said. "We made a deal, Butch, and if you don't honor it than I have no choice..."

"Like I told cue-ball over there, nobody threatens me." Butch was ready to leave the warehouse when Chief Manor spoke.

"Then you go to prison, along with your two brothers."

Butch stopped dead in his tracks. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He turned back. "You would do that?"

"Yep!" he simply said. "Look, kid, I don't want you. We want the big boss. He's planning something big, and we have to know what it is."

"Then you have to do something for me," Butch said. The chief looked at him inquisitively. "Buttercup Utonium. She's missing, and I need to find her."

"Buttercup Utonium? What concern is she of yours?"

"She's the reason I agreed to do this," Butch said. "If anything happens to her, then..."

"I get it, kid," Chief Manor said. "I'll get someone out there lookin' for her, but you've got to do your part."

"I will," Butch said and walked out of the warehouse.

Buttercup awoke forgetting where she was. She had sleep most of the day, not realizing how tired she really was. She wished she could go back, before everything got so messed up. She wondered what her sisters were doing. After all, she had left without a word, and what would the Professor say when he got back and found that she was gone.

Then there was Butch, the boy she loved. There he was risking his life, for her, and she just upped and left. Then there was her baby, so tiny and innocent. She looked down at her stomach.

"I'm so sorry," she said, as a tear left her eye. "Your mama screwed up big time."

She closed her eyes and pretended for a moment that things were perfect. She was home in her bedroom with her sisters just down the hall. Her dad was working in his lab as usual. And Butch, the person she loved more than her own life, they were together and happy, playing with their baby.

How she wished that were so, but right now, things were so screwed up. Somehow, she hoped everything would work out, but she wasn't that optimistic. She got out of bed and changed her clothes. She stomach started grumbling, and she wondered if it had something to do with her pregnancy, or if she was just plan hungry. She went into the kitchen, where she saw a note on the counter.

Hey, Buttercup,

I had to leave for work, but I left you a plate of food in the frig. See you later


That was just like her, always thinking of others. She looked in the refrigerator, and her eyes grew wide.

"Chocolate chip pancakes." She smiled at the thought. "That's just like you, Shelley. I wonder if she got the recipe from Bubbles."

She put the plate in the microwave to heat them up. She looked over at her cell phone, which was lying on the coffee table in the living room. She saw that it was beeping.

She went in to the living room and pick it up. She saw she had a four text messages. The first one was from Blossom.

B. Please, come home. I'm sorry.

She was still angry at Blossom and felt compelled to throw the phone across the room, but she kept her temper in check. Instead, she checked the next message. It was from Butch

Babe, please call me. I'm so worried.

She started to sob uncontrollably and sank to the floor. She clutched her phone tightly to her. "Butch, I'm so sorry," she said, crying. She calmed down a little, and checked the next message.

Buttercup, please, call me. I love you. It's killing me not knowing where you are.

She couldn't stand it. She looked at the number pad on her phone and slowly pushed the numbers to Butch's cell phone. It rang several times. Then finally someone picked up.

"Hello?" she heard him say.

She remained silent.

"Hello... Buttercup, I know that's you. Please, tell me where you are, and I'll come and get you." He went silent for a moment and then said. "Don't you know I love you? Baby, please."

She was crying silently and whispered, "I can't." Then she ended the call. She checked her last text message. It was from Bubbles.

Buttercup, please, come home.

She wanted to so badly, but she felt like she couldn't. She shut off the phone and went into the kitchen. She took her plate out of the microwave. She wasn't really interested in eating, but her stomach was grumbling, and she knew she would make herself sick if she didn't get something to eat. She sat down and practically forced food down her throat.

She thought about her baby, then Butch. Why couldn't she just have told him? They could have run off together and started a new life somewhere else, but she remembered how much he loved his brothers. It was as much as she loved her sisters.

After she finished her food, she went back into the kitchen and cleaned her plate. She went into the living room and turned on the television. She wasn't interested in TV, but kept it on just for distraction. Everything she saw that came onto the television screen reminded her of her old life. She just sat on the couch a cried.

By the time Shelley got home from work she found Buttercup on couch curled up in a ball, her face red and puffy from crying.

"Buttercup, what's wrong?" Shelley said, coming over and sitting down next to her friend.

"Nothing," she said through her tears. "Just that my whole life is a mess, and I just don't know what to do."

"You want to talk about it?" Shelley asked.

"Shelley... I'm pregnant," she said and started crying again. "My sisters found out, and Blossom and I had a terrible fight."

"What about the baby's father?" Shelley asked. "Did you talk to him?"

"It's complicated," Buttercup said, but wouldn't elaborate.

"What do you mean... complicated?" Shelley asked. "He hasn't abused you or anything?"

"No, Shelley," Buttercup said, wiping away some of her tears. "It's the opposite. He's wonderful, but he's never going to forgive me for leaving."

"You don't know that," Shelley said and picked up Buttercup's cell phone. "Call him."

"I tried that, but I just couldn't. You see, he's working undercover, and he could get himself killed. I'm not going to let that happen because of me. So, I haven't told him. I just couldn't. Shelley, what am I going to do?"

"I don't know," Shelley said, holding her. "Only you can decide that. Until you do, you're welcome to stay with me."

"Thanks, Shelley, but I insist on earning my keep."

"That's not a problem," Shelley said. "We could use another waitress down at the diner. Six bucks an hour plus tips. What do you think?"

"Great," she said and dried her eyes. "When can I start?"

"Tomorrow, good enough?"

"That's perfect," Buttercup said. "You don't mind hiring some pregnant girl."

"You're not just some pregnant girl. You're my friend. I just hope you don't think the job is too demeaning."

"No," Buttercup said. "Look, I'm kind of tired. Do you mind if I crash for the rest of the day?"

"Go ahead," Shelley said. "I'll be home late tonight. I have a hot date."

Buttercup just smiled at that. She couldn't think about dating. The only person she wanted to be with was Butch, and right now that was an impossibility.

Butch met his brothers at the old warehouse right outside the Townsville border. Boomer and Brick were waiting for him. They both looked annoyed at their brother's tardiness.

"Hey, Butch, you're late," Brick said. "The boss doesn't like it when we're late. He just might think you're up to something."

"Don't be ridiculous," Butch said. "I just had some things on my mind."

"Must be a chick, huh?" Boomer said, jokingly. Butch was quick to look up at him. "Yeah, I'm right. Let me see if I can guess, raven hair, green eyes, hot body..."

"Shut up, Boomer," Butch said, his anger growing.

"Yeah, we know you're hot for that Buttercup chick," Brick said teasingly. "In fact, all those girls are hot. Maybe he's got a thing with all three of them."

"Nah," Boomer said. "Just Buttercup, but who could blame him."

"Shut up," Butch said getting angrier.

"Oh, come on, bro," Brick said. "We both know you've been bangin' her. So tell me, is she good?

"Shut the fuck up!" Buck shouted and threw his brother across the floor.

"Well, that proves it," Boomer said. "The boy's got it bad."

Butch wanted to leave then and there, but he remembered what Chief Manor told him. He didn't go through with this, and they would all go to prison. Didn't they know he was doing this for them? Who was he kidding? The only person on his mind was Buttercup. Everything he did and will do was all for her.

At that moment Him walked into the large room with Mojo Jojo. Butch had come to loath them. He couldn't wait for the day they were out of his life and his brothers' lives.

"Alright, boys," Mojo said. "It's time you know the plan."

"That's the mystery," Brick said. "So get on with it."

"First," Him said. "I need you all to drink this."

He handed the boys three glasses with some strange green liquid in it. "What the hell is this?" Butch asked.

"Let's call it a sort of truth serum," Him said. "Drink this, and I'll know for sure where your true loyalties lie."

"Fine," Butch said and picked up the glass. He brought it to his lips and swallowed its contents. He coughed a little at the nasty taste, but other than that it had no effect.

Brick was next. He drank the green liquid, wincing momentarily. He made a face and shook his head involuntarily. Then Boomer finally picked up his glass and attempted to drink it. After the first sip he gagged.

"Gross," Boomer said.

"Drink it fast, and it ain't so bad," Brick said.

Boomer took the advice and swallowed it down. He let out a loud yelp before he went into a coughing fit. Brick patted him gently on the back until the couching stopped.

"Now, tell us what this is all about?" Butch demanded.

"First tell me where your loyalties lie, and remember you can't lie to me."

Butch concentrated hard. He knew all about Him's so-called truth serum and spent months building up an immunity to it. He blocked out all thoughts of Buttercup and his true mission. He looked deep into Him's eyes.

"My loyalties are only with you," Butch said.

The intensity of that statement made him feel as if he betrayed the woman he loved, but he blocked out that thought. He wasn't about to give Him any kind of ammunition against him.

Him asked the same question to Brick and Boomer. They answered without hesitation. It made Butch sick to think it was true. Him had hold of his brothers. Someday he hoped to break that hold.

"Now," Butch demanded once more. "What's this all about?"

"Simple," Him said. "First we take over Townsville."

"Old story," Butch said with a huff. "You've been trying that for years, and for years you've failed. What's the difference this time?"

"Because, it is you who will make it happen," Him said, pointing his long lanky finger at him. "I have a little job for you."

"Okay," Butch said. "What is it?"

"I want you to assassinate the mayor," Him said, and evil grin on his face.

"What! Are you crazy?" Butch said with a look of shock and horror about him. He looked over at his brothers, who had no expressions at all on their faces. That worried him more than anything. Had they numbed themselves to the implications that this act would make, or did they not care? He looked directly into Him's face. "You do that and..."

"And what?" Him remarked with a chuckle. "What are those pea brain yocals going to do? Besides, we will be the only ones to know he's dead."

Boomer and Brick looked confused. "This is insane," Brick said. "We may be a lot of things, but we're not murders."

"That's why I want Butch to do it," Him said. "He's the only one of the three of you who has the stomach for it. So, what's your answer, Butch?"

"Fine. I'll do it," Butch said, playing along with this farce. "Don't you think everyone will notice that the mayor's gone?"

"No, they won't," Mojo said. "For I have created an exact replica of the Mayor of Townsville, who has been programmed to obey my every command."

"So, we take over Townsville from within," Butch said. He had a sly look on his face. Him noticed and smiled at him. "I'll do my part, but I do it my way."

Butch walked out of the warehouse and flew high up into the air. He looked down back to earth, all his thoughts leading back to Buttercup.

"Where are you?" It was all he could think of to say.

He was so high up no one could hear him. He remembered those times when he and Buttercup went flying together. It was the only time he saw her truly happy, truly free.

He remembered her laughter and the smile on her face as they road the airwaves together, locked in each other's embrace. The sound of her laugh remained embedded into his brain. Something he so rarely heard from her. He had to end this and quickly.

He flew back down to earth and entered an old building. Two undercover officers were waiting there, along with Chief Manor. The chief had a cigar in his mouth. He released it from his lips and put it out in an ashtray lying on a plain brown square table.

"You got some information for me?"

"Yeah," Butch said, "but you ain't gonna like it. Him wants me to kill someone."

"Who?" Chief Manor asked. "And don't lie to me, boy."

"First you tell me what you're doin' to find Buttercup."

"We're doing the best we can. We got the PP girls looking for her. Plus, there's a posse out looking for clues. We're doin' all we can."

"Not good enough," Butch said, getting up in his face. "Anything happens to her, and none of this will matter."

"Kid, we don't stop Him now, and nothin' gonna matter. He'll kill anyone who gets in his way, and you girlfriend ain't gonna have a chance."

"Fine," Butch said. "He wants me to kill the mayor, Mojo's got some kind of robot to take his place."

"Kill the mayor?" Chief Manor questioned. "You can't do that."

"Of course I'm not, but we got to make it look like I did. It takes a lot to fool Him, so it has to look real."

"You got a plan," Chief Manor asked.

Butch looked him directly in the eyes unflinching. "Yeah, but you ain't gonna like it."

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Butch, Buttercup, Drama, Fan Fiction, Powerpuff Girls, Romance

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author avatar Allison Jae
I am 41 year old writer. I write stories in almost every genre. Chidren's, teen and adult stories. I also write poetry too.

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