A/N
Sorry for the brief period of my silence, I'll get things going again. I hope this chapter meets your expectations.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls

Chapter 39
(Boomer's POV)
"This isn't working."
Pain lanced through my face again as I was hit in the nose, and thrown backward into another building. Sliding down, I sorely rubbed the new tender spot before shaking it off and getting back into the fight, glancing over at the person who had just noticed that Butch's plan was failing.
Blossom was using laser vision while flying around Him's waistline, attempting to weaken him in his core by utilizing the pain of the heat. The only effect was a slight wince on his part as he batted her away again, only for her place to be taken by my brother, her counterpart.
"We shouldn't have trusted this plan," She hissed, adding another comment as she came up beside me again, hand on her bruised shoulder. "It's Butch's plan, anyway, we should have known."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" The one being questioned demanded, pausing in his torrent of punches to put his hands up in the air. In the brief moment of distraction, he, too was flung away in the opposite direction.
"It means that you're stupid!" Buttercup growled from where she had barely dodged being stomped on by the demon transvestite, trying to pull the strings from the bottom to no avail.
We'd basically been planning to continue fighting amongst ourselves and catch Him off guard, and then think of things that he absolutely hated in order to weaken him even more to the point where we could take him out without a problem. Obviously, that wasn't really working.
"Oh, how I love your bickering!" Him's voice was much louder than ours, and it was noticeably creepier, as per usual. There was nothing I hated more than his two-toned comments and pretentious tone.
"You're stupid, too," Buttercup hissed, throwing another punch at the demon's calf, but ended up deflected by the strength and immortality of the being.
Suddenly, Brick was at my side, panting heavily. His hair was very disheveled and there was dust all over his face. It seemed like he'd been thrown into pre-existing rubble because he was dirtier than the rest of us. "They're right, this was a stupid plan. What were we thinking?"
I bit my lip, and we both darted to opposite sides as another swinging red claw came our way, then regrouped again. The plan was extremely stupid, but it had been the only thing we'd had at the time, so we hadn't really thought it through. Him may have been more powerful than most, and could be considered the only actual supervillain in the Townsville area. However, he still had the intelligence of a mere mortal-at least based on our childhood experiences-and was therefore vulnerable to well-thought out plans. But, this wasn't a well-thought out plan.
Our... was it? Looking back on my brother throughout the years, he'd never been the sharpest tool in the shed. He came in third place in the trio when it had come to grades and common sense. On the other hand, whenever some idea of his began to fail or really did fail, Butch wouldn't shut up and would often get extremely defensive and deny that anything was wrong.
Glancing over at the dark-haired boy, I observed his behavior when I could afford to and wasn't dodging blows or making them myself. He was quiet, smirking, but the corners of his mouth were slightly lifted up in the ghost of a smile. Usually, he'd be loud, angry, cursing, you get the gist. The main point was, something wasn't right.
"Brick, are you sure this is the actual plan?" I whispered, gesturing over to our middle brother with an incline of my chin in his direction. Brick did the same thing that I had, watching him through dark red eyes for a second before nodding knowingly.
"You're right, something seems off. But would Butch really pull a fast one on us like that? The guy can be dumb, and inconsiderate, but he's never done this before, and he's obviously matured. I just don't think-"
"-You don't think, but do you really know?" I whispered frantically, "We're running out of time, we're getting tired and we're losing. Just look at him! He's got this weird look..."
Ducking another swipe, we both looked over towards him again. This time, he looked kind of sad. Butch was never sad. Or, at least he'd never been sad. He'd obviously changed now, and carried a depressed air about him.
"You need to be the one to go talk to him then," Brick suggested, "One of us has to keep Him busy while we figure out what the real plan is."
"Why can't Buttercup do it?" I grumbled, scraping the blonde hair out of my eyes, although I knew exactly why she couldn't.
"There's no way in hell Buttercup's going to help Butch right now. She's a stubborn mule." Brick shook his head, and Him spontaneously caught Blossom in his hand, beginning to squeeze the redhead tightly until she began to scream.
Beside me, my brother tensed. "Talk to him, now!" He yelled, before darting away.
I huffed, not wanting to have to find the words to get the information out of him quickly. Quickly flying over to the brunette in a dark blue streak, I began to fight side by side with him while I tried to collect my thoughts and find my words. Butch was known to make you talk in circles, so you had to really be literal if you wanted to know something that he didn't want to tell you.
"We know..." I began, but my train of thought left me as I changed my mind, and I shook my head at my choice of words.
"You know what?" Butch questioned, smiling a toothy smile, "That my plan reeks?"
"No!" I shook my head, planting a few uppercuts into Him's ribs. Blossom had been freed by Brick, who was now taking vengeance upon the transvestite by attacking his eyelashes and eyebrows. It was actually phasing the demon, who took great care when it came to his facial appearance. "No, we know about your plan. We know that this isn't it."
"What do you mean 'this isn't it?' We're enacting this thing right here, right now. Please tell me you see that, little bro," He laughed, shaking his head. Dark hair fell into his dark green eyes, but I could see a shadow there. He was hiding something.
"No, what I see is that look in your eye. You're not telling us something, are you?"
He didn't answer, just continued to fight the monster.
"Are you?" I asked again, pulling him away from the fight by placing my hands on his shoulders and forcing him to turn around and look at me.
"Maybe, maybe not." Sarcasm pulled the corners of his lips up again, and I could really see it then-He wasn't telling me something, and it was big.
"Butch, what are you going to do?" I questioned him, fingers digging deep into the skin surrounding his shoulders.
"What is your weakness?" He questioned me, smile still in place. His eyes were sad, still. It was making my heart burn a little bit-Like the burn you get when something just doesn't go your way.
"Bubbles?" I provided automatically, not being able to help the goofy smile that threatened to distort my face in front of my brother. It always happened, and you really couldn't blame me. She was like my salvation and I could never get enough of her.
"No, no, no, none of that right now. I mean physically. What can kill you?"
It actually took me a moment to think of just what that may be, but then the picture of it came to mind more than the words themselves. The picture of it was all I needed-The name of it was on the bottle itself. "Antidote X?"
"Precisely." And then, in a flash of dark green, he was gone.
"Wait! Butch!" I gasped, staring after him as my clothing and hair settled back into place from the sudden rush of air. It was no use, however, because he was already far away. Looking around, I followed my instincts.
"Bubbles!" I murmured, finding myself by her side. Her face was bruised by one of her eyebrows and she was incredibly dusty, but she was still beautiful of course.
"Boomer! I'm so glad you're okay, you don't look hurt real bad, that's good. I'll kiss it all better later," She gushed, winking at me. It was amazing that even though we were in the middle of a crazy huge fight that we probably couldn't win, she still remained optimistic.
"Sounds good," I breathed, heart thumping harder in my chest as I forgot my main reason for coming to find her in the first place. Shaking my blonde hair, I stated my demands again. "Look, Butch just flew away. He said something about Antidote X."
Her blue eyes widened. "I know that we don't have a whole lot of that stuff. The amount we have will work enough on Him to weaken him for a long period of time... A-at least I think. I don't know if it works on the supernatural. Are we the supernatural?"
She began to ramble, and I took her gently by the shoulders. "Bubbles, is there enough to like, coat his face or something? How does Antidote X even work?"
"In large doses, it works if it coats someone," she answered me, "But we don't have a large enough dose for that."
"Okay, is there another way that it will work?"
"If it's taken by mouth, it works even better," She noted, nodding to herself as if she'd just remembered the point.
"How are we going to get Him to take it by mouth, though?" I asked, thinking through all of the possibilities in my head. I breathed out, then quickly moved Bubbles out of the way of another fast-moving claw. "I need you to follow Butch. He's being too rash, this was his main plan. We all needed to discuss it, I know something is going to go wrong."
"How long ago did he leave?"
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. "Ah, fu-I mean... Ugh, it's been at least a minute."
"Boomer! That's plenty of time to get to my house, destroy the lab, and find the-"
"Hey, Him!" I'd never not wanted to hear his voice more in my life. Even when we were kids and were in a violent argument. "Can I ask you something?"
"Butch, stop!"
But it was too late.