Forbidden Love 7

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?

In a final Showdown will Butch rid himself of Him and Mojo for good?

Chapter Seven: Showdown

Butch flew back to Mojo's hideout. His brothers were there, eagerly awaiting him. They were both in front of the television when he walked in. They saw the blood stains on his clothes and they both went silent for a moment.

Mojo approached him. Butch put on his best poker face and simply said, "It's done."

He walked back out and into his room. He shut the door and sat down on his bed. He heard a knock on the door.

"Go away!" he shouted.

The door swung upon and Butch saw Mojo standing in the doorway. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," Butch snapped at him. "So go away and leave me alone."

"I will not," Mojo said. "I am your father, and no matter what I care about you."

"So much so you made me a murderer," Butch said, looking him squarely in the eye. "Why me? Why not Brick or Boomer, or why didn't you do it yourself?"

"It had to be you," Mojo said. "It was part of your test. You passed."

"And if I failed," Butch yelled at him. "What then?"

"Him would have killed you," Mojo said. "He still might. Please, be careful."

"Don't worry about me, Dad," Butch said sarcastically. "Now get out."

Mojo left his room at that moment. He then changed his clothes. He was ready to throw out the clothes with the blood splatter, but as he searched for a plastic bag he came across something, the clothes that Buttercup was wearing the night she was injured. That was the night he fell in love with her. He picked them up and held them close to his body. They even smelled like her. Why did she leave? He had to know.

He shoved them back into his closet and picked up a plastic bag and threw his bloody clothes in it. He walked out leaving the bag on the floor. He walked outside and took to the air to clear his head, but it just made him angrier. He wanted to calm down, but he couldn't. Buttercup had been teaching him how to control his anger, but thinking of her only added to it. He wasn't angry with her, only concerned.

Weeks passed and Buttercup felt even more miserable. She wanted so desperately to go home, but something inside made her so terrified. Shelley noticed how bad she felt. She put on a good front at work, but she could see how terribly depressed she was.

She approached her one more time to ask her about it. She found her in the living room watching television with the sound off. "Buttercup, what are you doing?"

"Pretending I'm deaf," she joked.

"No, seriously," Shelley said. "All you do is mope around all night. You need to go out and have some fun. Being cooped up in the house all the time is not good for the baby."

"That's ridiculous, I'm two months along and sick all the time. Who wants to hang out with some pregnant girl anyway? I can't think about going out and having fun when I'm throwing up all the time."

"This has nothing to do with your pregnancy. It has to do with that guy. Who is he?"

"Someone I never should have gotten involved with," Buttercup said. She was holding back the tears, but she couldn't help herself. "A few months ago he saved my life. I was injured in a battle, and he took care of me."

"Really?" Shelley said. "And what did he have to do with this battle?"

"Well, he was sort of the guy I was fighting," Buttercup admitted. I guess at first, maybe he felt guilty, but there was something different about him. He was so kind and sweet, and I just couldn't help myself. I didn't mean for it to happen, but I fell in love with him. I never meant it to happen, but it did."

"Well, if you found something good in him, then it must be there. I know you, Buttercup. You wouldn't fall for any fast talker."

"He is a fast talker, but I always thought that. He knows it too. We're the same, Shelley, two halves of the same coin. But I'm worried about him."

"Do you know exactly what he's up to?"

"Not really, only that it's something that could get him killed. If I stayed, people would have found out. Then the people he worked for would have found out, and they would have come after me."

"What do you think they would have done?"

"It's not what they would have done. It's what he would have done. He stubborn and impulsive and he would have gone after them. And then, they would have killed him?"

"So you think staying away from him will keep him safe?"

"I don't know, maybe. Plus my family doesn't approve. When Blossom found out she went ballistic. We got into a big fight, and I left."

"Buttercup, maybe you should call them, just to let them know you're okay."

"Maybe," Buttercup said. She walked out of the living room and back into her bedroom. She heard the doorbell ring and figured it was Shelley's date.

She sat on her bed and looked over at her cell phone. She picked it up and dialed Butch's number. It rang once and went to voice mail. She waited and decided to leave a message.

Butch, it's Buttercup. I just wanted to let you know I'm okay. I can't tell you where I am. Please, don't worry about me. Just do what you have to, and I hope... I know we'll be together again... someday.

She pressed the code to send the message and ended the call. She lay down in bed thinking of him, hoping he would make it through.

Mojo's robotic replacement of the Mayor had been put in place several weeks before. The day after his supposed assassination. Butch was just waiting for the right time to spring the trap. Once he did, both Mojo and Him would know the truth, and he would be vulnerable. The trap had to be set in a place where there would be a lot of witnesses. The Mayor was going to be giving a public speech in a few days, and he figured then would be a good a time as any. Him and Mojo would be exposed. They would go to prison and all would be right with the world. At least that's what he hoped would happen. He didn't care what happened to him as long as Buttercup was safe.

It was late at night, and he had one more meeting with Chief Manor. It was in one of his favorite alleys. No one ever went there because the stench being so bad. It didn't bother him much, but at least no one bothered him. The chief was in disguise, looking like a regular run of the mill hood.

Butch recognized him right off. "Is everything set?" Butch asked, not even looking back.

"We've done our part," Chief Manor said. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," he said, looking back at the chief. "So, have you found Buttercup yet?"

"Sorry, kid, we have no idea where she is? It looks like she don't want to be found. Maybe it has something to do with you."

"You might be right," Butch said. "It's true. I don't deserve a girl like her. After everything I've done, I don't deserve to live. For some weird reason she loves me. If someone like her can love a guy like me, then there must something worth saving."

"Maybe," Chief Manor said. "Look, kid, we're not gonna stop lookin' for her, but I doubt we'll find her. Maybe once this is over she'll come back."

"Maybe, but I'm not about to take that chance. You just make sure that surveillance is set up. If you're going to bust them, you got to get it on film."

"Just make sure the bugs are in place. If they're not we won't be able to pick up anything."

"They'll be ready," Butch said. "I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I'm not stupid."

Chief Manor handed him three small devices and which he put in his pocket. He disappeared out of the alley and took to the sky. He returned to Mojo's hideout and went straight to his room. No one was there at the time but him.

He looked at his phone which had been turned off. He turned it back on and saw that he had one missed call. The only person who had this number was Buttercup. He checked his voice mail quickly and heard her message.

He was thankful she was okay, but he really needed to talk to her. He dialed her number. After two rings there was an answer.

"Buttercup?" he said in the phone. There was a pause. "I got your message, so just talk to me."

He heard her crying over the phone. "Yes," she said, her voice cracked.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said, through tears. "Please, don't worry."

"I'll always worry about you. Please, tell me where you are."

"I can't, not now." Her breathing was heavy, like she was upset.

"This is all going to over within a few days. I promise. When it is, I'm coming for you."

"In a few days you could be dead," she said, upset and angry at the same time.

"Baby, that's not going to happen, everything's going to be fine. I love you, and we're going to be together when this is all over."

"That's all I want. Just please don't get yourself killed. Please."

"I promise."

He heard the line go dead as he heard a noise outside his door. He shot up from his bed and opened the door. He saw Brick outside his door.

"What the hell are you doing?" Butch said, accusingly.

"Hey, I'm not the one sneaking around. So what's going on, Butch? Who were you talking to?"

"Nobody," Butch said, and walked into the living room. He hit the remote and turned on the news. He heard a reporter talking about the Mayor upcoming public speech about the war on crime. An intense look came to his face as he thought about what was going to happen that day.

"That gonna be one hell of a speech," Brick said.

Boomer came from out of the kitchen with some snacks. "Hey, the horror fest is about the start. Would you two keep it down?"

Butch left the living room and went back into his bedroom. He only hoped that Brick's cryptic question was speculation and not something more. If he knew Buttercup was on the other line, Brick would go straight to Mojo.

That night Buttercup couldn't sleep. After her conversation with Butch she was more worried than ever. She decided to call her Blossom. She didn't care how mad she was at her.

She let the phone ring until someone finally answered. "Blossom, is that you?" she asked.

"Buttercup!" Blossom practically shouted into the phone. "Where are you? Are you okay? What about the baby?"

"Blossom, shut up for a minute. I got something to ask you."

"Okay, go ahead."

"You have to do something for me, no questions asked."

"Sure, anything," Blossom said.

"I need you to keep an eye on Butch."

"What?" Blossom shouted at her. "Why should I do that after what he did to you?"

"What do mean after what's he's done to me. He didn't force me. You have to understand that I love him, and he's going to get himself killed. I can't have the father of my baby dying on me."

"Buttercup, what are you talking about? He's a criminal. He should be in jail."

"Not anymore. Blossom, he's working undercover with the police. He's in over his head, and he's going to get himself killed."

"What are you talking about?" Blossom shouted at her through the phone.

"Blossom, he's doing this for me, so we can be together."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, I do. Blossom, I love him. I know I shouldn't, but I do. So are you going to help me or not?"

"Okay," Blossom said in normal tone. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, Blossom," Buttercup said. "Another thing, please, don't tell him about the baby.

"Alright, I won't say a word," Blossom said in a calmer tone. She paused for second and asked, "Can you, please, at least tell me where you are?"

"No, not yet," Buttercup said. "I just have some things to work out, and besides it would be too dangerous for me to come back now."

"Okay, but, Buttercup, I just want to say that I'm sorry."

"I know, and I'm sorry too. I'll talk to you later."

She hung up the phone and lay back down on her bed. She didn't feel any better and had yet another sleepless night.

The next day Blossom ditched school, which was something she would never do, but today she was on a mission. She had sent Butch an E-mail message saying she was Buttercup. If anything would make him come out in the open she could.

He sat in the ice cream parlor near Townsville Mall. She ordered a strawberry shake and was sipping it when she saw Butch enter the place. He was wearing a black leather jacket and pair of worn jeans, and a black T-shirt. When he saw Blossom he knew he had been set up.

"Damn," he said out of frustration. "What are you going here?"

"Getting some answers," Blossom said. "I want to know what you got my sister mixed up in."

"What are you talking about?" Butch asked, looking away from her.

"She called me last night, terrified that you're going to get yourself killed. She asked me to babysit you. So, unless you tell me exactly what's going on..."

"Keep it down," Butch said, grabbing hold of her. He backed her up in a corner and whispered in her ear. "Meet me at the junkyard in an hour. And wear something more appreciate. In other words, blend."

"Yeah, okay," Blossom said and walked out of the ice cream parlor.

An hour later Butch was waiting at the junkyard. Blossom showed up wearing some of Buttercup's clothes, which really didn't suit her.

"So, it this better?" she asked, approaching Butch.

"It'll do," he said. "So, what did Buttercup tell you?"

"Only that you're working under cover," Blossom said. "What I want to know is why the cops would trust you?"

"They don't," Butch said. "But they need someone on the inside, someone who knows the operation."

"Fair enough. I want to know something else. When did this thing all start with my sister?"

"That's none of your business," Butch said.

"She's my sister, so it is my business. Did you seduce her? How the hell did you do that? She's not gullible you know."

"Who said I seduced her. It could be the other way around. Why do you want to know the details about me and Buttercup? There's only one thing you need to know. I love her, and I'm not going to let those freaks hurt her. I protected her before. I'll go it again."

Something hit Blossom at that moment. "Wait a minute," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Are you talking about that week she disappeared after you through a bomb at her and tried to kill her." Butch didn't say anything, just turned away. "You almost killed her."

"Blossom, I'll always regret that. It was a mistake taking her to Mojo's, but I don't know... something changed that day. I didn't let him hurt then, and I'm not going to let happen now."

"What happen during that week?" Blossom demanded to know.

"Simple," Butch said a look of honesty on his face. "She showed me who I really am."

"You do love her, don't you?" Blossom said. "Well, you better not die, because she needs you more than ever now."

"What do you mean?" Butch asked. Suddenly he was worried that Buttercup may be in trouble.

"Nothing," Blossom said. "She just misses you. I could tell when I talked to her last night."

"Are you sure that's all?"

"Yeah. So, tell me what's the plan?"

"I can't tell you that, but it's all going down at the Mayor speech tomorrow."

"I'll be there," Blossom said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Blossom started to walk away, but Butch shouted out something to her. "Hey, Blossom." She turned back thinking he had something important to say. "Buttercup's clothes, they aren't you." She just kept walking while shaking her head.

The next day everyone was gathered for the Mayor's speech. Unbeknownst to the citizens of Townsville the Mayor was really an android created by Mojo. The real Mayor was in hiding.

Butch showed up in the control booth underneath the courthouse. He made sure he was the first one there, so he could position the bugs in the appropriate places. He had a small listening device and tested it. "Hey, anybody out there?"

"Hey, kid," Chief Manor said. "You're coming in loud and clear. Visuals are good, too."

"Great," Butch said. "Operation sabotage is under way."

With that he overheard Him and Mojo coming down the hall. They came into the control booth seeing that Butch was already there.

"Oh, Butch, you're here already," Mojo said. "See, I told you we could trust him."

"I'd better," Him said and walked over to the control panel. He turned on the monitor and had a clear view of the Mayor's podium. Mojo put his control device into the connector and so he could punch in his code commands on the key on the control panel.

"So where are Brick and Boomer?" Butch asked.

"Incognito in the crowd," Mojo said.

Butch was getting worried. He knew what code to hit, but he had to distract Him and Mojo long enough to utilize it. He just hoped the authorities showed up before anything happened. Timing was everything, and in a way he was glad Buttercup was out of their reach. He couldn't wait to call her and tell her this was all over.

Finally, they saw 'the Mayor' come out. Mojo quickly punched in a code, and Butch saw the android wave to the crowd.

"See, it's working perfectly," Mojo said. Then Android Mayor started his speech as the crowd's chatter died down. Then Butch spotted Bubbles and Blossom standing next to their dad.

"One thing goes wrong?" Him said.

"We did kill the Mayor," Mojo said. "We are in control. Nothing will go wrong."

Butch thought about that night at the Mayor's mansion. He ran over in his mind the sound of that gun and closed his eyes tight. He had something hidden in his hand. He gave a squeeze. Him was listening to the speech tentatively, that was until he heard a strange sound coming from the corner of the room. He went over to check it out.

Butch squeezed the object in his hand again.

That's when another sound came from the opposite corner. Mojo took the lead and walked over to that corner. As Him and Mojo had their backs turned, Butch punched the code into the key pad. He stood back and waited.

Suddenly, an explosion could be heard from that speaker. Him came back over as he could hear screams from the crowd. He looked over to Mojo after he witnessed the android exploding.

"Working perfectly, huh?" Him grunted angrily.

"But... but... I tested and tested. This was not my doing."

"Then who!" Him shouted. He heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. He smelled the stench of sweet ammunition. "I smell a rat," Him said. He looked directly at Butch, who just stared him down. "You!"

He took out a small device and grinned evilly. He was about to throw it at Butch, but Mojo leaped forward, shielding him from the impact. The explosion was so great that it knocked Butch to the ground, knocking him out.

Suddenly the cops busted in with guns drawn, but Him grabbed one of their guns as it went off. The bullet hit Butch in the shoulder. Him just laughed as the cops had their guns pointing at him. Brick and Boomer came in, seeing their brother lying unconscious on the floor. They gragged Him by the throat and dragged him out into the hall. Blossom and Bubbles weren't that far behind as they use a device the Professor had created just days ago. I was a portable force field used to trap Him.

"Good work, boys," one of the officers said to Brick and Boomer.

"Wait a minute," Blossom said. "You guys are working for them."

"No time, Blossom," Boomer said. "We got to see about Butch."

Both brothers entered the room to see Mojo's bloodied body. Butch was lying underneath him. He was still unconscious and bleeding badly. Boomer looked closely at Mojo.

"I think he's dead," Boomer said.

Brick dragged Butch's body from underneath Mojo and checked his vitals. "He's alive, but we better get him to the hospital fast."

One of the officers called for an ambulance as Brick checked to see if Butch was breathing.

The paramedics soon arrived and carted out Mojo's lifeless body and hooked Butch up to a portable monitor.

"I hope he's alright," Boomer said, a tear coming to his eye.

Brick held on to his brother as they followed the ambulance to the hospital. Blossom and Bubbles followed them.

Blossom remembered the conversation she had with Buttercup. She promised she would look after Butch for her, but she had let her sister down. How would she ever explain this to her?

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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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