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Re: Caught in the Crossfire	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Re: Caught in the Crossfire

By Kevin Ivy

Author's Note: Readers of the original will notice that I've changed Battle's name to Breeze. I feel this name suits her much better than the original, and keeps in continuity with the naming of the other Malebolge/Leviat.

III: Home, Sweet Home

The blue-haired girl watched the growing crowd, nervously biting her stubby fingernails. Her gaze drifted to the bags upon bags of groceries at her feet. If she wasn't quick, she'd be late. But, at the same time, she worried that leaving would draw attention to herself.

"Daddy said he doesn't want anyone to find us yet...but, I gotta get home quick. I can't fight Blood by myself..." Biting her thumb, she glanced back at the park. The crowd was starting to disperse; if she didn't hurry they'd spot her for sure. Swallowing and picking up her groceries, she vanished in a veil of darkness. When she reappeared, the world was a twisted mockery of reality and order.

She appeared in an endless blue void of swirling shapes and colors. An endless array of red stone platforms floated through the expanse, forming a chaotic semblance of a home. The little girl swung the bags of groceries, approaching the massive throne rising up on a solitary rock floating a few yards from the welcome mat, where she now stood.

"Daddy! I'm home!" The throne twirled around, a pair of glimmering green eyes staring at her through the void. With a titter, he waved his ruby-red claw, his floating platform connecting perfectly with the one where she stood.

"Oh so nice to see you darling! My, my, my you've been away for a while now! Anything interesting happen, hmm?" The girl giggled and set down the groceries, accepting the offered hug. The demon gave her a tight squeeze, setting her down and patting her head.

"Well...yeah something did happen," She bit her index finger, staring down at the stone platform. Her father fell back into his seat, hanging one leg over the arm and grinning with his claws neatly folded on his stomach.

"Why don't you tell Daddy about it? I'm suuure I could help..." He lowered his voice scandalously. She glanced up, finger still in her mouth, and sighed.

"Um...you promise you won't get mad?" The demon giggled and waved his claw. The girl smiled and nodded. She shuffled her feet uneasily and glanced across the void. A smile came to her lips when a rock-apparently a bedroom-floated overhead.

"Okay so I was in Townsville and I was getting groceries-just like you told me to!-and um...well I think I saw them," He smiled and drew strange patterns in the misty air. Pursing his lips, he spoke in a sing-song tone.

"Saw who, Bomb?" The girl, Bomb, made a strange whining sound, staring at the passing stone platform. Her father kept an unblinking leer focused on her. He snapped his claw, drawing her attention back to him. Speaking with the kind of patience only parenthood could instill, he repeated his question.

"Who did you see, Pumpkin?" Bomb looked back at her father, blushing sheepishly. She started to bite her nails, but her father caught her hand, gently lowering it. Bomb swallowed hard and realized she couldn't turn her eyes away from his.

"I saw...Blood and Blaze...they were beating up the Powerpuff Girls 'cause they couldn't find us," Her father smiled slowly, gently releasing her hand and patting it tenderly. He leaned back in his throne, which disconnected from the platform and began to float through the void again. As it spun around, he waved his claw and the bags of groceries floated to a different platform. Bomb watched them go, still terrified. She bit her fingernails and looked back at her father.

"Daddy...they aren't going to kill us, are they?" She couldn't see it, but the demon grinned darkly. He twirled his claw slowly; Bomb stared at the twirling appendage. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the platform from earlier drifting away. The blue-haired girl pouted and crossed her arms.

"You're far, far too stressed, Pumpkin Pie! You need to relaaax...go play with your sister, I'll call you when it's time for supper," Bomb squealed and jumped into the air, flying up to her father's throne. She caught his claw and grinned brightly.

"Thanks Daddy! I'll see you at supper time!" As she started to fly off, he caught her by the back of her shorts and stopped her hurried departure.

"Don't be late, Bomb...we have a lot to talk abooout!" He sang with a wink. Bomb giggled and nodded, dropping down to the stone platform where she entered. She walked to the edge and vanished with a pop. The throne drifted deeper into the void, a series of television screens appearing around its dark master. His grin darkened, his eyes gleaming maliciously.

"So the game begins again, hmm?" He chuckled and the series of images replayed Blossom's fight from the day before, and the fight that took place not ten minutes ago. He tutted, pouting and crossing his arms defiantly. The Powerpuff Girls had lost far too easily.

"No, no, no...this just won't do...we'll have to just…force your resourcefulness...won't we girls?" He, the devil himself, chuckled wickedly. As he had said before, the game was ready to begin again. And this time...Him was ready.

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Bomb reappeared on the rock she'd eyed previously. The rock was clearly a very large bedroom, dolls littering the floor and shelves stacked with movies and especially video games framing the edges. A giant entertainment center sat directly next to the king bed-adorned in colorful Mario bed sheets-with a large television connected to every manner of video game system imaginable. The surface of the rock was covered in a plush pink carpet, and the floating platform seemed to almost retain its own atmosphere. Despite the bright glow of the void, the rock was only modestly lit as if the table lamp sitting on the nightstand actually had some effect.

Bomb slid out of her sneakers and padded silently up to the bed, nearly bursting with excitement. The girl, lying on the bed, kicked her feet in the air absentmindedly, her attention devoted in full to the handheld clutched tightly in her grasp. She bit her tongue and glared with narrowed, determined eyes. Her green-hair, carefully and lovingly braided into a meticulous ponytail, bobbed back in forth with her exaggerated actions. The silence, broken only by the clicking buttons, was abruptly startled when Bomb pounced on her target. The second girl shrieked and tried to turn around, but her sister quickly wrapped her in a tight hug, burrowing her face into the crook of her neck. Her victim settled down, giggling and shoving her thick glasses back into place.

"Bomb you're back!" Bomb took a deep breath and sighed blissfully, snuggling her sister closer. In part, she had missed her dearly; her sister had been taking a nap when she left. More so, she hugged her tightly to ward off the lingering terror that Blood and Blaze's presence had left behind. She shuddered, drawing a concerned glance.

"Bomb…what's wrong?" Her sister's soft voice brought a smile to Bomb's lips. She gave her another tight squeeze and a peck on the cheek, turning her attention to the handheld game.

"Nothing…well something, but Daddy will tell you about it later. Sorry I was gone so long, but you made it really far, Breeze! You're almost further than me!" She pouted and the two shared a giggle, both looking back at her game. Breeze nodded…but glared as yet again she lost the big fight.

"I'm trying but I just can't beat Sabrina! I even went and got a Haunter to help me!" Bomb snickered and rolled her eyes. Without thinking, she gently brushed her toes against her sister's kicking feet. Her thin white ankle socks scratched adoringly at her sister's white stockings.

"Haunter isn't too good against Sabrina…you should get an Umbreon!" Breeze pouted and whined, resting her cheek on her hand and grumpily moving to the second gym.

"But I wanted an Espeon! And Haunter was good against Sabrina in the cartoon..." Bomb laughed again, and closed her eyes. She pressed her cheek against Breeze's, grinning cheekily.

"You can't make her laugh in the game, Dork!" She giggled and watched Breeze battle the fighting gym leader. This fight was going much more smoothly than the battle with Sabrina.

"I can trade you my Umbreon if you want," Breeze sighed and pouted. Bomb rolled her eyes again. She noticed the kitchen flying nearby and grinned, sitting up and scratching Breeze's back. Her sister purred and looked back at her with a content smile.

"What's that for?" Breeze asked, not at all complaining. She laid down and sighed, whining in agitation when her sister stopped.

"Daddy let me buy some candy for us! I'll go get it!" Breeze gasped and sat up, grinning broadly.

"Really? Hurry! Go get it!" Bomb giggled and rushed off, vanishing with a pop at the edge of the rock. Breeze licked her lips and laid back against her pillows, returning her attention to her game. She'd defeated the leader, but now she was faced with a much more dire situation. She bit her lip and looked over at the passing kitchen. She could see Bomb scouring the cabinets, trying to locate their candy. Breeze huffed and stared at her game, and then turned back to Bomb. She took a deep breath and hollered across the void.

"Bomb! I need help!" Bomb looked up, floating at the top of the pantry. She turned around and hollered back.

"What's wrong? I'm trying to find our Bottlecaps!" Breeze licked her lips again, almost forgetting her dilemma. She turned back to her game and noticed the two pokeballs sitting in front of her character. She whined and turned on Bomb with big, puppy-dog eyes.

"I don't know who to pick! Should I get Hitmonlee or Hitmonchan?" Bomb groaned and returned to her search. She squealed, pulling a bag out of the top of the pantry.

"I'll be right there!" Breeze crossed her arms and waited impatiently, turning her begging stare on Bomb the moment she appeared at the edge of the room. Bomb plopped down on the bed next to her, tearing open the box of Bottlecaps and chowing down on a handful. Breeze gave an irate grumble, drawing her sister's attention. Bomb swallowed her mouthful and pointed at the screen.

"Get Hitmonlee cause I got Hitmonchan already," Breeze beamed and excitedly claimed her prize. Like always, she clicked Yes to nickname her newly acquired creature. Staring at it in confusion, she turned to Bomb again. Her sister was at the other end of the room, rifling through the shelf trying to find her own handheld.

"What should I name him?" Bomb shrugged, finally locating her handheld with an excited cheer. Breeze pursed her lips and stared at the picture. Feeling mean, she snorted and roughly pushed her glasses back into place.

"Maybe I should name him Belial cause he has stupid big feet," Bomb spat out a mouthful of Bottlecaps, snorting and laughing uncontrollably. Breeze swelled up and grinned proudly. Not about to just let the joke go, she kept going.

"Yeah I bet she'd probably wanna eat his feet or something cause she's a big weird jerk!" Bomb was in stitches, holding herself up with the game shelf. Breeze blushed and giggled excitedly, trying to quickly put together another insult. Bomb snorted and wiped her eyes, snickering.

"Better be careful, if she finds out she might come eat your feet!" Breeze's face went pale and her eyes got small. She shoved her feet under the blankets and glared at Bomb, erasing the nickname she'd almost assigned to her new monster.

"D-Don't joke about that! What if she hears you!?" Bomb swallowed and nibbled on her fingernails. She hadn't thought of that possibility, but Belial was infamous for showing up when they least wanted her to. And she never let either of them off the hook when she was angry, annoyed, or just bored. Bomb shrugged and sat down at the foot of the bed. She feigned confidence, though she couldn't hide the nervous titter in her voice.

"W-Well...Belial probably wouldn't...actually eat our feet...I think..." Breeze didn't look convinced, and Bomb certainly didn't sound convinced. The green-haired sister swallowed and looked around fearfully.

"No but she will tickle us til we cry..." Until they cried was probably a better scenario than how it usually played out. Bomb slid next to her sister, throwing her legs up against the headboard and starting up her game. Breeze stared down at her with confusion etched in her features.

"Hey don't worry she's not even home...I think...let's just play and forget about her," Breeze nodded and leaned back against the headboard, laying her head against Bomb's leg and returning her attention to her game. The two played for hours, the thought of their malicious third sister slipping away. Awkward silence became friendly chatter, which turned into joyful squealing and giggling. Too soon, it felt, they heard a tittering voice call from across the void.

"Bomb! Breeze! It's time for supper! Do be dears and fetch your sister, if you would?" The twins looked up with matching pouts. Him stood, claws on his hips, dressed in a frilly pink apron in the passing kitchen-slash-dining room.

"Do we have to?" Bomb yelled back, trying to put as much whine into her voice as possible. Where she failed, Breeze made up with her far superior whining abilities.

"Why do we have to, Daddy?" She moaned. Him waved his claw and shook his head. He spoke at first with a whimsical flit in his voice.

"Oh you girls! Complaining will get you nowheeere! Now...do as you are told and fetch your sister," His voice took a sharp, stern twist at the end, confirming that he was in no mood for argument. Bomb and Breeze sighed and shut their games off. They shuffled to the edge of their room and offered their father one last pleading glance. He narrowed his eyes; the twins disappeared in a pop.

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The rock they reappeared on was a bit larger than their shared bedroom. The surface was roughly the same size, but on either side was a slim staircase leading down to a second room, where Belial's musical equipment was stored-several amplifiers, a keyboard, and six bass guitars-as well as her desktop computer. The surface floor shared the same plush pink carpeting that the twins' room had, but had several more shelves, all packed with movies and books. There were several posters, seemingly attached to the empty air around the room. Every single poster featured one of two subjects: The Beatles or just Paul McCartney. There was a smaller shelf, carefully organized and cared for, of CDs next to the bed. A laptop was resting on the gigantic blue comforter, stretched over the king-sized bed, displaying several pictures of the Powerpuff Girls, every one focused on Blossom.

Bomb and Breeze stood at the doorway, looking around with the trepidation of gazelles walking into the lion's den. A quick glance was all it took to find the room utterly empty, save for the stereo quietly playing "Hello Goodbye" on repeat. Breeze tugged on Bomb's arm and gave her a pleading glance.

"Sh-She's not here, can we leave now?" Bomb swallowed and started to nod, but then noticed the stairs. She pulled Breeze down to the music room, peeking out and looking around nervously. There was a pile of sheet music strewn across the floor and Belial's favorite bass guitar was lovingly resting near her chair. The wicked sister herself was nowhere to be found. Bomb bit her lip and turned back to Breeze.

"Okay...she's not home yet so if we just leave and tell Daddy-" The two froze, hearing footsteps in the room above them. They traded a fearful glance and looked up, listening carefully. The newcomer was stalking the room, talking to herself.

"Tonight should be good...gotta be more careful. Not that it would be a big problem if I got caught...just can't lead them back here. Why hello there! It's been a while!" They heard Belial sit down on her bed, and soon heard clacking keys. Bomb swallowed and looked at Breeze. Her sister was pale and on the verge of hyperventilating. The last time they got caught sneaking around in Belial's room, it hadn't ended well for either of them. The noise upstairs suddenly stopped, and the two heard the tell-tale pop of someone leaving the room.

"Let's get out of here!" The twins rushed up the stairs and started toward the edge of the rock platform. A pair of strong hands materialized out of thin air and pulled them back into the room. Both went rigid, pressed tightly against a taller form behind them. Belial wrapped her arms around her sisters' shoulders and leaned down, resting her chin on Bomb's shoulder, glancing at Breeze with a frown.

"What's this? You two come to visit and then just try to run away? Ya'see, I'm hurt...I really am," She was using her sweet voice, they noticed with a growing sense of dread. Breeze held her breath, staring at Belial's hand, now gently rubbing her shoulder. Bomb jumped, shuddering when her fingernails dug roughly into her forearm.

"We just…we…we just…Belial it was…it's just…" Bomb stuttered. Breeze uttered a high-pitched whine as Belial gently slid her hand down, rubbing her smaller sister's side. Belial's frown became a sickeningly cheerful smile. She giggled softly and leaned closed to Breeze, whispering with a delicate titter.

"You were…sneakin around…in my room, weren'tcha?" Breeze shook her head, pulling away as far as she could. Belial just grinned and followed her, holding the twins tightly in place. She let her other hand fall to Bomb's waist, and pulled her snuggly against her body. Bomb watched with a mixed sense of jealousy and terror. Breeze whimpered and tried to push Belial back with one foot. The tallest sister smirked and caught her foot between her legs.

"W-w-we weren't sn-sn-sneaking!" Breeze whined, clenched her eyes shut tightly when Belial tugged her close again. Bomb swallowed and put on a brave façade; but, she stayed rooted in place.

"We…we came…uh just…we had…to…find you and um…" Belial's devious leer became a bright, venomous smile. She turned on Bomb, so quickly their noses touched. Bomb gasped and bit her lip.

"You came to play with me?" Belial squealed, her expression turning vicious. Without further warning she dug her fingers into her sisters' sides, stifling any argument. Bomb bit her lip and stomped her feet, weakly tugging at Belial's much stronger arm. Breeze struggled to stay balanced on one foot, squealing and giggling. Belial turned to Bomb and sneered, leaning close and whispering in her ear.

"Don't be such a killjoy, sister of mine," Bomb snorted and fell against Belial, giggling and fighting to get away. Belial closed her eyes and held them closer, tickling them harder and faster. As their laughter escalated, the grin on her face grew. Bomb finally managed to pull herself together long enough to make one desperate plea.

"It'stimeforsupper! Daddy'swaitingpleasestop!" Belial blinked and groaned, letting go of the twins. They stumbled away, Breeze quickly falling into Bomb's arms. Belial crossed her arms and glared away from the two, her mood souring when their winded giggles finally died off. The twins noticed the sudden feeling of doom hanging in the air and glanced back at their sister. Belial clenched her fists and turned to them viciously.

"Fine! Get lost! Tell Dad I'll be there in just a moment," She watched them scramble away and sat down on her bed, sighing with irritation. The only highlight of her boring day was ruined by the call to mealtime. She flicked her touchpad and leered at the images splayed out on her laptop. Belial sighed and rested her chin on her fists. She could still smell the sweat on her body; hear her fierce gasps for air.

"Man, it'll be worth lying low all day…I can't wait to see you again tonight, Blossom," With a smirk she flipped her laptop shut and scurried to the edge of the room, vanishing with a pop.

XxXxX

Supper for the Malebolge was a relatively peaceful occasion. A soft orchestral piece fluttered through the dining room, taking the heat off the tension between the three children. Him sat at the head of the table, daintily sipping a glass of- the contents were truly unknown-red wine. Belial sat to his right, eating with a practiced grace. On the left side, Bomb and Breeze sat next to each other with much less poise.

"So, tell me about your day. I'm sure it was simply wonderful!" Him asked, out of nowhere. Belial looked up, and then turned her gaze back to her meal. Breeze bounced excitedly, quickly swallowing her mouthful, downing it with a swig of root beer. She stifled a burp and blushed. She began to speak, but noticed her father's claw pointing at her napkin. With a sheepish grin, Breeze wiped her mouth and cleared her throat.

"Well, I beat the fighting gym in Pokemon today! It was really hard, but Bomb saw me do it!" Bomb nodded enthusiastically. Him chuckled and lifted his glass in a silly toast.

"How very good! If I'm not mistaken this means you've almost caught up with Bomb, yes?" Breeze nodded, grinning broadly. Belial rolled her eyes at the other end of the table, tucking her hair behind her ear. She took a delicate sip of her iced tea, and sneered at Breeze.

"Yes how utterly relevant your virtual conquest over an imaginary world is. You should be so proud," Breeze blinked, struggling to grasp the sarcasm, but the tone of Belial's voice gave Bomb enough ammunition to get angry.

"Don't be a jerk!" Belial turned her bored glare on Bomb, who wilted and redirected her now defused stare to her food. Breeze frowned and stirred her peas. Belial smirked and took a smug bite, dabbing her mouth before retorting.

"It's not like you've actually accomplished anything. I don't see any reason to be proud," As the tension escalated, Him clinked his glass, drawing all three fiery eyes to him. They went out quickly seeing the brooding smile on their father's lips.

"That's enough, girls...we have something very important to discuss. It would appear that Bomb has discovered some very intriguing information!" Breeze looked at Bomb, who swelled with pride. Belial just sneered and took another angry sip of her tea.

"What happened, Daddy?" Breeze asked, still keeping her gaze on Bomb. She noticed that Bomb seemed nervous, and grabbed her hand beneath the table. Her blue-haired twin grinned and gave her hand a tight squeeze. Breeze blushed and giggled.

"It would appeeear that the Leeeviat were in Townsville earlier todaaay..." Him stated, drawing his words out. Belial halted in mid-drink, her eyes finally drifting over to her father. He seemed terribly chipper considering the implications of Bomb's apparent sighting of the Leviat. Breeze's mouth fell open and she stared in horror. Bomb swallowed and squeezed her hand again, wrapping one of her legs around Breeze's. Even an innocent game of footsie couldn't ease the fear in her sister's eyes.

"So...they know we live in Townsville," Belial stated simply, setting down her glass and folding her hands in her lap. She stared at the condensation trickling down the side of the glass. Him nodded, smirking and swirling his refilled glass of wine.

"Yes...yesss...thankfully Bomb herself wasn't spotted! Which...leads me to wonder how they found us..." His accusatory words struck a chord in Belial. She kept her gaze carefully focused on her glass, though she could feel a trickle of sweat rolling down her brow. Her father's knowing leer was the only thing she couldn't fool. Breeze and Bomb were too engaged in their own conversation to notice the exchange. Belial finally turned and looked at her father. One look in his eyes and she knew that he knew. She mentally berated herself. He always knew everything, why would this time be different?

"So what course of action should we engage in, Dad?" Belial asked, lowering her eyes back to her plate. Her appetite was gone; she just wanted to get to her plan for the evening now. Him noticed that the other two seemed finished and waved his claw. The dishes began to float away from the table, washing themselves at the sink. Bomb and Breeze turned back to Him. The demon sat back in his seat, stroking his beard and watching the void swirl around them. He smirked and shook his claw.

"For tonight, we'll just continue as per usual! You're free to go! I'll be by later to tuck you into bed!" He sang. Breeze and Bomb cheered and rushed away from the table, disappearing in a pop. Belial stayed in her seat, tugging at her pants. She looked up at Him, who was staring back expectantly. With a sigh she looked away with a glare.

"So, I assume, the blame for this entire situation falls on me?" Him chuckled and rested a claw on her shoulder. Belial looked up at him with a somewhat defiant, somewhat pleading glare. Him's grin never faded.

"All is right in the world, my little angel. No need to change your plans on my behalf!" Belial blinked and looked down at the table. She smirked and rose to her feet, neatly pushing her chair back in. Him rose and walked with her to the edge of the kitchen, stroking his beard.

"Do be more careful this time...I'd hate to find my trust misplaced," Belial nodded and gave her father a quick hug. She walked ahead and turned back with a smirk and a grand bow.

"Oh but of course, Daddy Dearest," Him chuckled and floated into the air, his throne materializing beneath him.

"Enjoy yourself, Angel! You have a lot of work in the future!" He warned with a wink. Belial grinned maliciously and chuckled.

"I will...I'm going to enjoy this a lot," Belial turned and disappeared over the edge with a pop. Him leaned back, the kitchen drifting away from him. He swirled his glass of wine and summoned his multitude of interdimensional television screens. He sipped his wine and stretched, swinging his legs over the side of his throne and grinning secretively. Right on schedule, his favorite show, the Powerpuff Girls, was playing. He could barely wait for tonight's episode, it was sure to be a laugh.
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