This story of ours takes place in a humble little city called Townsville. Home of three heroic little girls, not so little anymore being in their fifteenth year of life already. There was Blossom, the self proclaimed leader of the trio of teenage heroines. Bubbles, the ditzy yet innocent one of the group. And last but not least Buttercup, the tough tomboy who constantly bucks heads with Blossom.
But do not be deceived by these characters in the play my fair reader. This is not the story of three sister heroes and their town, this is the story of a man. A man who has been around long past his time, his eyes tired by what he has seen in his never fading life and his heart bleeding for what he has done in his life.
It was a bright Sunday in the city of Townsville. The citizens and even most of the villains found it to great of a day to have a trouble. This of course did not mean the girls did not have a job to do. People have been disappearing in the city and enough have been gone long enough to cause panic among the residence of the town to the point of not even wanting to go out at night. As soon as the sun would set everyone in the town would lock themselves in their homes.
"This is pointless." said Buttercup with a bitter attitude. "It's a perfect time for a football game and I can't go out because you think all these missing people is something to worry about." she yelled her complaints to her sister Blossom.
"Now Buttercup, your sports won't fade from existence just because you took some time to protect Townsville." Blossom comely told her sister.
"What about my cartoons? There new every Sunday." Bubbles said worried about her cartoons.
"Why didn't you hit record for them on the DVR?" Blossom asked.
"I don't know." Bubbles responded.
"Hey look, you can see everyone from up here." Buttercup said after a moment awkward silence. The girls then proceeded to view there classmates and even some of the villains in the town. Each one had their own narration of what the others were doing. They enjoyed this moment where they stopped arguing amongst one another and spent some time together. It wasn't long before they spotted a new face in the town, especially since he was wearing clothing that seemed out of this century and carried a sword in its holster.
"That guy needs a whoopin'." Buttercup said.
"Now Butter we don't know what his story is about he could be... Going to a comic convention or something." Blossom said to her hothead sister.
"All the more reason he needs a whooping'."
The man then seemed to of been looking for something. He looked around for a short time before he began to sniff the air. He stuck his nose to the ground and began to follow a sent he caught, this only made the girls find him even stranger. The man stopped right where a manhole cover was sickening the girls. He used his sword to open the cover and went into the sewers.
"Alright, that just happened." Blossom said.
"Well what are we waiting for let's go beat that freak." Buttercup said angrily.
"Not yet, we better go back to the professor and see if we can find anything out about this guy."
The girls flew back home and told the professor about the man.
"He was wearing a black hat, black over coat, boots, pants, and oddly enough a white shirt underneath. But not an average one more like one that pirates would wear. All in all he looked like a witch hunter." Blossom explained.
"Well, that is strange. Let's see what Google has to show us." The Professor logged on and found an immediate answer almost instantly.
"Look at this. Some one made an entire website to this guy." The Professor said to the girls.
"That's him!" the girls all yelled at once.
"Look he's been at every disaster in the world for the past 200 years." Professor said.
"That's impossible! He looked only to be a couple of years older then us." Blossom Responded.
"Well that's not they only thing that seems to be his calling card, but also some kind of monster is seen with him. However, weather they are friend or foe is still unknown. The only thing that is certain is that where ever he goes death is sure to follow."
"Not in our town." Says Buttercup.
"Ya! Friend, foe, or anything in between we'll defend this town to the end." Blossom said. "Let's go girls. It's time to show this guy the way out of Townsville."
"Ya!" the others said before taking off.
Night time had fallen upon the city. The streets were clear of all except for the three girls. They stood at the sewer, uneasy to go in, waiting for one of the others to take the lead.
"Well...here we are." Blossom said.
"Eyupp." Bubbles answered
"Well I guess we should go in then." Blossom began to go before she stopped to see none of the others were following. "Oh really girls!"
"I'm not going any where near there." Bubbles said.
"And you Buttercup?"
"Look it's not that I'm being girly about this situation or anything. It's just, I'd rather fight every villain in the city while wearing the frilliest dress ever before I go in there." Buttercup said.
"Really! Well then i guess it down to me only...again. Here's a walkie-talkie I'll call you two when I find something or if I run into trouble. Do the same if anything happens up here."
Blossom reluctantly proceeded into the sewer while trying to hold her breathe. And while she had a target to be looking for in her mind, that does not mean she was prepared for what she would discover in the caverns beneathe the city she has lived in her whole life.