Chapter 13

I looked up just in time to see the Punks land and shut the portal.

I then saw a new device that they immediately turned on after shutting down the portal.

They then just pulled out three keys from thin air and locked up the device.

“Uh.. hi. How have you’ve been?” I ask.

“Do you seriously think you can just talk to us like you haven’t been gone for months!” Brat yells.

“Hey in my defense I didn’t even escape! It was another grab and go!” I say defensively.

“But you didn’t even try to come back!” Brute argues.

“In my defense I needed some space from everyone.” I admit.

“What?” Berserk asks.

“If you didn’t know I ran from my fam and the team back home and was away from them for a long time too. Like half the time I was gone I was away from them too.” I explain.

“How is that supposed to make us feel better or calm down?” Brute asks.

“Because it’s basically my way of saying that me getting taken was a good thing. You guys did hurt me in a pretty big way after all. But it’s not really like you girls are good at giving space to me. You do try. But come on I just needed some time to myself to fully accept what happened w/ out anyone around influencing me or anything.” I elaborate.

“Ok we guess that’s fair.” Brat relents.

“But you still didn’t try to come back.” Berserk argues.

“One I doubt they would have let me. Two if I did somehow manage to get access when I was yanked through the portal it was strange. The portal didn’t look right. I thought it was unstable and trying to use it again could have been deadly.” I state.

The portal did look different. 

But whether or not it was unstable I don’t know for sure technically since we didn’t use it after I came back.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them.

“Ok that’s a fair statement. And I guess if you were tinkering w/ it it would cause some suspicious.” Brute sighs.

“We still want cuddles.” Brat says.

“I assumed you would.” I sigh.

They then quickly dragged me to the room and laid on top of me.

“So what date were they talking about?” Brat asks squeezing me.

Her grip was definitely possessive. 

I also felt a chilling sensation from her grip.

Which told me I should definitely make sure my words are clear and precise.

“It wasn’t a date.” I state.

“Then what was it?” Berserk asks her tone dropping.

“So when I got back a reporter was there unknown to us and she heard me tell everyone what happened this time. They kinda noticed the change in my clothes so I had to tell them something. And I’m not exactly that great of a liar. Well that same reporter ended up asking for a private interview. But she disguised it as inviting me to dinner. Reporters try all kinds of dirty tricks to ensure their stories so I knew what she was really after. But recently something else happened so if I refused to see the press it would look suspicious. But those innocent and foolish girls just saw it as a date and not an interview.” I explain.

“Oh. We should have know they were taking a joke to far.” Brute says relaxing.

They then all got comfortable and curled up against me.

It didn’t take them long to fall asleep.

However I couldn’t fall asleep as easily.

*FLASH BACK*

I sat down on her couch as she moved to the kitchen.

“Just so you know I’m pretty peculiar about my food.” I warn.

“Just sit and wait.” She says.

It doesn’t take her long to whip up some spaghetti.

I tried a bite and it was fucking awesome! 

I quickly started to devour the food.

“Buttercup approved I see.” She laughs.

I nodded.

After we ate we were playing some video games.

Not long after another tie I flopped back and groaned in frustration.

It was irritating always ending in a tie!

“Looks like you’re mad. You also still have some sauce on you.” The reporter says.

I lean up a bit to ask where and wipe it off.

However we just ended up face to face as she kissed me.

“!?”

She pulled back and licked her lips.

“Tasty.” She says w/ a smirk.

“You just…” I mumble.

“Sure did.” She agrees.

“You can’t just do that!” I yell.

“Why not?” She asks.

“For starter I don’t even know your name!” I say.

“It’s Rachel.” She says leaning in and kissing me again.

I went to push her away but she grabbed my wrists and kissed me harder.

*End Flash Back.*

The punk’s tightening their grips and shifting brought me back to reality.

They could probably sense me getting restless.

Pushing the flashback to the back of my mind I got comfortable and fell asleep.

The next day I woke up pretty early.

I decided to get up and do something pretty reckless.

I went and saw their prisoners.

“What do you want green bitch?” The Oppressor asks.

“Rude. I brought cards.” I say holding up a new deck.

“For what?” The Conqueror asks.

“I want some answers.” I say.

“And what makes you think we’d given them?” Killer asks.

“What makes you think you’re in the position to refuse?” I ask.

“Are you seriously going to snitch on yourself just to get us in trouble?” He questions.

“I mean yeah.” I shrug.

“…”

They all looked at me w/ dumbfounded expressions.

“What?” I ask.

“I can’t tell if you’re brave or stupid.” The Oppressor says.

I laughed.

“Let me put it this way. I go tell them. They might be mad and I might have to deal w/ them clinging to me for a few hours. But you guys will be beaten for upsetting me and not giving in. Or they find me in here playing cards w/ you. They get mad at me for coming and I take the full blame of coming here. They leave you alone and I still just deal w/ some clingy girls.” I state.

“How are you so confident it will go like that?” Killer asks.

“I mean when I came in here the first time they gave you lot a beating and cuddled me. That’s just always how they’ve been.” I say.

“Wait so are you telling me they’ve never once beat you?” The Conqueror asks.

“The most violent they were against me was when you tricked them into assaulting me. But.. to be honest it still looked like they were holding back and trying to be gentle.” I say as I think about that time.

“What the hell did you do to them?” Killer asks.

“What..?” I ask.

“I’ve never once seen those girls be nice. We even did a back ground check on them to see if they had any family we could use against them and all results showed them almost killing their families multiple times before they eventually left abandoning those girls completely.” Ms. Blood says.

“Oh shit…” I breathed.

“So how the hell are able to get them to behave like that?” Killer asks again.

“Black magic. How the hell am I supposed to know?” I roll my eyes.

“You fucking cunt.” The Conqueror says.

“Look just tell me why did it take the girls so long to snatch me this time?” I ask.

“Oh that? Why not just ask them?” The Oppressor asks.

“Because that new device of theirs is definitely there for a reason. And last thing I need is for them to try and intimidate me into not asking again.” I state.

“But aren’t you worried about them punishing you? Obviously since you went behind their back they’ll see it as you knowing what you were doing was wrong.” Killer says.

“I mean the truth is I didn’t want to risk upsetting them. And they never said I couldn’t come and ask you questions about what they do when I’m not around. Not to mention that I could probably smack them and stab them and they would only tie my wrists and cuddle me.” I state.

“Oh damn…” The Oppressor says.

“Is this what they call pretty privilege?” Poacher asks. 

“Or just good pussy privilege.” The Conqueror says.

“I’m still here you know.” I sigh.

“And?” Killer asks.

“Just answer my damn question.” I groan.

“Nah. Either way you get punished. And I personally don’t mind getting a beating in order to spite you.” The Oppressor says.

“Do you all feel this way?” I ask.

“Yep.” 

The other all responded in the affirmative.

“Looks like I try out a new theory.” I say.

“Theory?” Killer repeats sounding scared.

I then started to make myself cry.

Which further shocked them all.

“If you want to be that way then fine! But don’t act like you know me!” I yell and slam the door to the room their cells are in shut and storm off.

Or at least I tried to.

As soon as I turned around the punks were there.

They looked pissed, worried and scared.

“What happened?” Brat asks hugging me.

“I.. I noticed that you guys took a while to bring me back. Even though it was made public that I was back in Townsville for a while. I came and asked these guys what took you so long. I thought that, that gang war or whatever it was, was actually more dangerous than you thought. But I didn’t say that exactly because I didn’t want them preying on my concern for you. But I also didn’t want to ask you and upset you because you thought I wanted answers as to what that new device does.” I sniffle and rushed out.

The punks looked touched and pissed at the same time.

“Ok.. but what did they say to get you this upset?” Brute asks gently.

The gasps from the cells behind me let me know those guys were shocked.

“They just kept implying or using insults suggesting that the only reason you girls are nice to me and treat me differently is because I was some low class whore. A person can only take so much of those types of insults.” I answered.

“She’s fucking lying!?” The Oppressor roars.

“But didn’t you greet me by calling me a green bitch and then he said something about good pussy privilege.” I say calling them out.

They paled hearing me use their words.

“Did they now?” Berserk asks.

“Yeah.” I confirm.

“They’re getting really bold.” Brute grits out.

“That they are.” Brat agrees.

“She’s manipulating you!” Killer roars.

“Don’t fucking accuse her of something like that!” The punks all yelled.

“But it’s fucking true!” He argues.

“Yeah! She even told us that if you found her in here or if she told you that she came in here it wouldn’t matter because it would still only result in her getting cuddled.” The Oppressor backs up his son.

“Well I did say that but only after they asked why they should answer me and asking why I would risk coming to them instead of you.” I admit.

“Why would you tell them that?” Brat asks.

“Because I thought that hearing that my punishment wasn’t that bad would make them realize that if they answered me even if we got caught I would have been in debted to them and would offer to take on their punishments instead of them.” I sigh.

“Then how come they wouldn’t take that off? It sounds pretty good to me.” Berserk says.

“They said something about rather taking the beating knowing that in the end I will still get punished. Only this time it would have been for nothing since I didn’t get any answers.” I explain.

“But she’s still manipulating you!” Killer says.

“How’s that?” Brute says through palpable anger.

“Because she didn’t even start crying till after we refused to answer her question!” He says.

“Is this true Buttercup?” Brat asks.

“I guess. But that’s also after he said that comment about good pussy privilege. I was barely holding it together. And hearing their reason for refusing me let me know they didn’t see me as anything other than your walking sex toy.” I say.

“Oh she’s good at this game…” The Oppressor says.

“Buttercup go lay down and relax. We’ll take care of these bastards.” Berserk says.

I nodded and left.

It didn’t take long for the sounds of torture to fill the air.

Was that a bit manipulative? 

Yes.

Do I care?

Not really.

I’m getting tired of this portal hopping or portal tag or whatever you might call this.

Suddenly the power went out.

Then the sound of glass shattering and people bursting in.

I saw what looked like Mojo Jojo, The gang green gang, and Fuzzy Lumpkins burst in.

“Brute! Prepare to-! Wait did you change your look?” The Mojo Jojo look alike asks.

“Uh… no. I’m Buttercup. I’m from Townsville. And I’m a superhero part of the team called Powerpuff girls.” I explain.

“Why should we believe that?” The dude that looked like Ace asks.

Ok just in case I didn’t mention this but this time I was allowed to keep my belt on me.

So I simply transformed and that seemed to prove my innocence. 

“So why are you here little lady?” The Fuzzy Lumpkin look alike asks.

“The Punks kidnapped me. This is like the third time it happened too.” I state.

“What?!” They exclaimed.

“So.. mind explaining what you’re doing?” I ask.

“We came to put a stop to the Punks evil deeds once and for all by finally arresting them.” The Mojo Jojo look alike states proudly.

Right after he said that the girls came through a portal.

“Buttercup! We’re here to-?!” Blossom says.

I hold up my hand stopping her and Bubbles.

“Girls this is the team or teams of the good guys here. They’re raiding the place basically as a sneak attack. These two are my teammates not Berserk and Brat.” I introduce everyone.

“Buttercup! Hurry and get through the portal! We could get it open till just now!” Ken says.

“Bubbles, Blossom help me unplug this!” I say rushing to the new advice I say the punks use those keys on.

They quickly do so and we move it through the portal.

“Oh yeah the punks are down that hall through a hidden door.” I say as I go through the portal.

“Why did you-?” The Professor starts.

I plugged that device in how it was in the punk’s lab and the portal that they hadn’t closed yet for some reason automatically closed.

“What just..?” Blossom says.

“Ok when they took me this time I saw them pull out some keys which seemed to turn on this device. They power had just went out over there before you guys portal through. So I assumed this thing had something to do w/ it.” I explain.

“Buttercup you can’t plug random things you find into the lab!” The Professor scolds.

“The Rules didn’t say I couldn’t.” I argued.

“Yeah but the rules say you can’t reck the lab!” He counters.

“But we didn’t know for sure it would reck the lab. Also technically even if I just brought it and you decided to study it yourself and plugged it in then that destroyed the lab that could still be blamed on me since I brought it back so would you still say I broke the rules then?” I challenge.

“Guh! I hate arguing w/ you!” He yells in frustration.

“Don’t hate the player hate the game.” I state.

“Wait.. so does mean that the punks just provided the tool to their own defeat? And we didn’t even need to fight them.” Ken says.

“Ironic isn’t it?” I ask.

“Thanks for the insider scoop!” Rachel, the reporter who the girls said asked me out on a date, says appearing out of nowhere.

A recorder in her hand.

But I only got a glimpse before she ran off. 

The next second she had already posted her story.

How the hell did she move so fast?

This publishing rate is unreal.

Damn this girl is next level.

Scary…