I hope you enjoy this pilot chapter! Important things will happen here that will set the story, and if you like it so far, review!
This story is based in modern times, with phones and such. Something happened, which will be explained later, that caused many to go into hiding or join the resistance.
Warning: There will be swearing. It won't be to apparent, but there will be bits and pieces where swearing occurs.
Disclaimer: I don't own Powerpuff Girls.
Three heads popped up from the bushes, each pair of eyes narrowed as they surveyed the region in front of them. The self-appointed leader clutched his fist when he saw what they all were coming for, soldiers. The young males, although tense, were grinning. Pearly whites shined in the dark. These soldiers were just lazing about, chatting and getting drunk. Easy targets. Although they weren't the most fun.
The eldest one of the three turned to his companions, giving a short nod. He grabbed a stick and drew in the ground a small plan. He would attack from the front, his oldest younger brother from the back, and his youngest of all brother would stay back and be ready to spray with the sleep gas. Once everyone agreed with the plan, the brothers pulled gas masks over their faces, to hide their identities and not be affected by the possible gas.
The brothers swiftly moved to their spots, the youngest taking a container out of his utility belt. The second oldest rolled into his final bush, causing a rustle.
"Yo, did you here that?" one of the soldiers slurred, suddenly alert. Well, as alert as he could be. The corners of his vision were hazy and blurry.
"I dunno, man. Do you think it was a squirrel or something?" the other hiccuped, holding up his beer. The two soldiers shrugged and tapped their cups together, having a hefty laugh. The eldest brother glared at the others, frowning in disappointment. Instead of continuing silently reprimanding them, he rose his hand just out of the bush he hid in. Three... Two...
One.
The eldest took out his sword and held it to the soldiers throat, not piercing skin. His brother pushed down the more sober one, holding a pistol to the guy's temple. The youngest brother turned away from the scene, closing his eyes tight. His older brothers grinned maliciously, and quickly finished the job with either a swipe of the arm or a pull of a trigger. A loud BANG was heard from the area as the second oldest shot the soldier. The two brothers quickly stood, ignoring the blood that began pooling around them. They ran to where their youngest brother was. After a few seconds, when they heard more coming, the three turned and ran.
The boys ran to their respective horses, and rode off as silently as they could. Once they were far from the scene, and knew nobody could follow their trail, they began to ride to their peaceful little cottage. It wasn't long before they arrived at the little wooden house. The eldest swung open the door, wiping a rag on his blood red sword. His eyes surveyed his home before he called out.
"Ms. Keane?" the name slipped off of his tongue easily, a small smile arriving on his face as the older woman, mid to late forties, showed herself in the door. She had black hair with several silver and white hairs that ended messily at her shoulders, and tired blue eyes that seemed to hold all the secrets. This lady was there for the three boys when everyone else wasn't. Granted, their parents had a good reason to not be there, which will be revealed later. But everyone else, except this nice lady, left them alone to fend for themselves when the crisis started.
"Boys, what have you been up to?" she asked, tapping her foot. The oldest sighed and got out of the doorway, walking over to the table and taking a chair. The next brother came in and sat beside him. The youngest took a while, as his brothers left it to him to tie up the horses.
"We were just having a bit of fun." The second oldest shrugged as his brother stole a chair next to him.
"Really Butch? A bit?" she questioned. She took a few steps beside the eldest, quickly snatching the sword he was cleaning. "You call THIS a bit?" she pointed the stained-red part towards the young man's neck, sighing and turning away, throwing his hands in the air. "I give you three freedom for one night, and you go and kill someone! I am ashamed of you!"
"But-" the youngest rose his hand in protest, but was quickly silenced.
"No buts, Boomer. I am very disappointed in you three." the woman growled, leaning against the small counter behind her.
"We killed two soldiers, Ms. Keane. Both wandering and drinking." the eldest informed. The woman visibly stiffened, shaking her head.
"Brick, how many times do I have to tell you, if you keep on doing this, we're going to be found! They'll find out somehow, and we'll all be killed!" she tossed the sword back to the oldest one, a frown carved into her face.
"Go to your rooms. Dinner will be ready in a half an hour." she ordered, crossing her arms and pointing her nose up. The boys grumbled and stumbled away. Their rooms consisted of a box of clothing and a small twin bed that took up the rest of the space. That was the only way the boys could have their own space. Brick entered his room first, slamming it angrily. Butch slammed his harder, as if it was a contest. Boomer gently closed his door, not feeling the need to break it that day.
The night went on in silence, and the boys went to bed. Ms. Keane stayed awake a bit longer, only to call someone.
"Hello?" the voice on the other answered, obviously tired. It sounded feminine all the same.
"They did it again, Sara. The boys killed two soldiers tonight." Ms. Keane groaned, tapping her nails on the table.
"Oh, so that was what the fuss was all about. A few soldiers came here and interrogated us. Good thing the girls didn't come back from their mission." the other voice sighed audibly, before speaking again. "Beatrice, I think its time. I think they're old enough to finally join the resistance." Ms. Keane, or, rather, Beatrice wanted to hang up, right then.
"No, they are still to young! They don't underst-" she was cut off.
"Beatrice! They are nineteen years old and already working like us!" the voice countered, agitation growing in the feminine voice. "The girls started at the age of ten, so don't say nineteen is to young." Beatrice sniffled quietly, looking to the bedroom doors. Another sigh came from the phone. "I know you don't want them to grow up, Bea. But they need to if they want to survive. Get them up and get them here by dawn. The girls will meet you halfway there and lead you to the headquarters. See you there." the other hung up, leaving a crying woman to clutch the phone. She didn't ear a door open, or the shuffle of steps.
"Ms. Keane, I'm trying to-" Boomer was rubbing his eyes when he saw the tears on the woman's face. He was alert and was by her side in a second, rubbing her back. "Ms. Keane, whats wrong? Did the bad guys come along? Did someone hurt you?" he questioned, using his navy blue pajama sleeve to wipe under her eyes.
"Boomer, wake your brothers and pack your belongings. We're moving." the woman said in a heartbeat, fighting the tears and turning away. She put the phone down and ushered the boy away. "Hurry, we don't have much time." Boomer was confused, but obeyed. He quickly went to Brick's room and shook him, knowing it was safer to wake him first.
"No, Boomer. You can't sleep with me tonight." Brick mumbled, half awake. Blush absorbed Boomer's face. He usually came in here in the middle of the night, because he was still afraid of being alone.
"Brick. Ms. Keane says we're moving. We gotta go fast, apparently." the blonde said quickly, giving the other another shake before walking back to the door. Brick sat up, and rose his eyebrow. The redhead put on a lazy smirk.
"I'm going to guess that you want me to wake Butch." Boomer nodded quickly, looking to the floor. Brick chuckled. "Go pack your stuff, I got him." Boomer nodded thankfully and headed off. Brick lumbered out of his door and headed to the next room. He had to force the door open, and couldn't help but laugh.
Butch was laying with his bottom up in the air, and his face turned to the side and close to his knees. His naturally spiky black hair was all over the place, and drool pooled around his face. Brick, after he was done laughing, pushed his brother over and shook his violently.
"BUTCH! WAKE YOUR ASS UP!" the redhead yelled. His raven haired brother sat up quickly, glaring at his older brother with distaste.
"Why the fuck are you waking me up so early in the morning?!" he growled, standing up.
"We're moving, Butchy Boy. Get dressed and pack up. Apparently, this whole thing is urgent, so hurry up." Brick said quickly, dodging his brother's swings and heading back to his room.
Beatrice waited by the door, a dufflebag with her clothes in it by her side. She wore a long, dirty brown cloak that covered her entire body and left a shadow over her face. Boomer and Brick came out of their rooms. Brick put his old baseball cap on backwards, pulling on a jacket and holding a large red backpack. Boomer fixed his wing-like hair and wore a collared blue shirt with a hoodie. He also held a backpack, but in blue.
Butch arrived last, wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket, along with a beenie. He held a green dufflebag. Once everyone was ready, Ms. Keane opened the door and directed everyone to the horses. Luggage was strapped to respective horses, since Ms. Keane had her own, and the four took off.
It was about an hour later when they all began hearing other footsteps. Brick slowed down a bit to survey the area. Butch took out one of his pistols and Boomer galloped beside Ms. Keane, who didn't seem phased. Suddenly, another cloaked person rode up on the other side of Ms. Keane.
"Are you Beatrice Keane?" the person said after clearing their throat. The boys couldn't tell what gender these people were, because they were wearing cloaks that covered their bodies, and the one that spoke covered their mouth and deepened their voice. The boys guessed that they were guys, because what girls would be riding horses so close to such dangerous people?
"Yes, I am she. Are you...?" the woman began, cut off by a quick nod.
"We are to escort you safely. Hope you don't mind." the mysterious person pulled away, nodding to their two other companions. The person in the rose red cloak took the lead, while the one in the sky blue cloak took the back left, and the one with the emerald green cloak to the far right, forming a triangle. The boys grumbled, but didn't complain. They were entering territory they weren't familiar with, nor did they know where they were going.
"Thank you." Ms. Keane said as the ride continued.
They were closer now, the sun began to rise. Brick looked back at his brothers before riding closer to the rose-red cloak.
"Who are you?" he asked, curious. No answer. "What, now you don't speak?" again, no answer. Brick frowned, grabbing the reign's with one hand and leaning over, attempting to grab the corner of the cloak. Almost... there...
"WOAH! SLOW DOWN!" Brick snapped his head forward, spotting a person in front of him, holding her hand up. His horse came to an abrupt stop, causing him to fall off. His brothers laughed hysterically. He even heard a laugh from the person he was riding beside. It seemed so... angelic, for some reason. He groaned and stood up, rubbing his bottom. His brothers came over and patted his back, hiding their chuckles. The mystery riders stood beside the woman who was standing in front of his horse. She had big, bushy red hair that covered a majority of her face. Strands of white were scattered around in the bush of hair.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle your horse." the woman chuckled, bringing her hand to her face to hide her smile, even though it was already hidden. "I'm Bellum. Sara Bellum. I am the leader of the Resistance, along with Professor John." she motioned to the tall man standing a few feet away, talking to another person. "You are here because you are finally ready to join the ranks of us." she gave a small glare to the lady who raised us, causing her to give a shy smile. The boys looked at each other, grinning. So there was a resistance, huh?
Suddenly, a small golden fluffball made a beeline for the three who escorted us here. It hopped around the green-cloak first, then ran in circles around rose-cloak, then stood on its hindlegs in front of sky-cloak. The person wearing the blue cloak giggled and picked up the golden retriever puppy. The puppy licked at their face, then with a flick of its neck, brought the hood of the cloak over and away from the person's face.
It. Was. A. Girl.
A pale, not to pale, white girl with sky blue eyes and wavy blonde hair held that hung around her shoulder blades. She giggled with a bounce, hugging the animal close to her.
"You're a GIRL!?" Boomer squeaked, eyes widened, as if he was betrayed. The girl looked at him and pouted, scratching behind the pup's ears.
"Actually, we're all girls." Emerald-cloak rumbled, untying and completely taking off the cloak. It revealed a woman with bobbed black hair and shining green eyes, and a small frown on her face. She was a bit tanner than her blonde friend. Rose-cloak took her hood off and revealed her perfectly freckled face, long auburn hair that bunched up around her neck, hinting it was longer, and bright pink eyes.
Wait. Pink eyes.
Brick took a step forward and eyed the girl with pink eyes, narrowing his own red eyes. He had gotten his eyes from an accident long ago, chemical radiation and stuff. But how did she get her eyes? Maybe the same way? The girl pushed him away and crossed her arms. Sara Bellum giggled and introduced.
"The blonde over there is Bubbles." she motioned to the girl who was now playing with the puppy. "The black-haired one is Buttercup." she tipped her head to the one who was 'checking' her nails, when, in reality, she was trying to get out of formally introducing herself. "And this is Blossom, my daughter." she motioned to the last girl, who was taking off her cloak and revealing her thigh-long auburn hair. She reached into her jean's pocket and pulled out a ribbon, quickly fixing it into her hair.
The boys watched in awe, being introduced by Ms. Keane. "This is Boomer, Butch, and Brick." she then walked over to the two leaders. "Why don't you three talk for a bit? Let the adults have a conversation." she said, following Professor and Bellum. The three teens looked at each other, no one daring to say anything. All until Blossom spoke up.
"We better get inside before anyone catches us." she said, leading her friends and the newbies to a small shed. The guys followed slowly. The six of them, plus a puppy, squeezed into the shed that was just about the size of a large elevator. Blossom murmured some words in a language the boys didn't understand, and the floor plunged beneath them all. The girls screamed of joy as they all went down the tube slide. The boys screamed of fear.
Once they made it into the main area, a bunch of large quarters underground, the girls led the boys to a room off to the side. The puppy left them and went into another little area, where his family was.
"So, you're the founder's daughter?" Brick asked Blossom, trying to start a conversation.
"In a way, we all are. I am truly the daughter of Bellum, by blood. But after the crisis years ago, my mother adopted Bubbles here. Buttercup came with her father, who is Professor John." Blossom quickly explained, giving a shrug. "But we're all like sisters, more or less. What about you three? You all look nothing alike?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lets just say our father got around, okay?" Butch grumbled. He hated being questioned why he looked nothing like his brothers. He loved his brothers, and that should be enough.
"Hes right. Our dad first fell in love with my mother, a redhead. She was diagnosed with cancer a bit before her pregnancy with me. Dad got angry, and reverted to drinking. He somehow got two other girls pregnant then. My mother gave birth to me and died a few days later, then Butch's mom ditched him because she wasn't ready for a family. Boomer's mom decided to take us all in, even our cheating dad. But, soon, she couldn't handle the stress of taking care of two children who weren't hers, and knowing that Boomer wasn't exactly a love child. She committed suicide." Brick told the story quickly, earning a glare from his brothers. He shrugged. He was brought to a place where he felt safe, and talking to Blossom made him feel even more safe.
"That's such a sad story." Bubbles sniffled, holding her cloak under her eyes as tears dripped from them. Boomer felt he needed to comfort her, but didn't do so.
"Well, there goes my story. My mom just died after giving birth to me." Buttercup muttered, shrugging.
"My father was killed by the soldiers." Blossom said, her voice suddenly as cold as ice. The three boys were taken back, while Bubbles and Buttercup ignored it.
"Enough with the sad stories. What do you guys know about weapons?" Buttercup asked, turning to the guys.
"What do we know about weapons? We probably know more than you. You guys are just girls, plus you're younger than us, aren't you?" Butch taunted.
"We're seventeen." Buttercup countered.
"We're nineteen!" Butch stood up, grinning.
"You act like you're thirteen." she pulled a smug grin on her face. "Plus, have you been training with trained professionals since you were ten? Oh, no, you weren't." Buttercup laughed.
"Then I challenge you to a duel of sorts!" Butch growled, hating how he could be losing an argument.
"Dude, this is the twentyfirst century. Nobody duels." Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Green against green, red against red, and blue against blue." Butch continued, gritting his teeth. Buttercup looked over at the other two girls, who crossed their arms and nodded.
"You're on, Butchyboy."
"Can't wait, Butterbabe."
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