Lie To Me- Chapter 1
"The attempt to combine wisdom and power has only rarely been successful and then only for a short while," -Albert Einstein.
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Beta'd by: 1000GreenSun
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(Blossom's POV)
"Bubbles! We're going to be late for school!"
It was our senoir year of high school. I didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. I hooted once more from within my red Volkswagen polo. It still had that new car smell. Bubbles came out of the house. Buttercup was in the passenger seat grinding her teeth in irratation as Bubbles skipped towards the car.
"Bye Professor!"
"Bye-bye Bubbles!" the Professor called out to her. He was getting older. His once jet black hair was starting to grey.
But before Bubbles could get to the car... There was an explosion.
Buttercup was pulled out of the windsheld, leaving shards of glass behind. I used my heat vision to cut my way out of the car. Limping out of the car I screamed, "Bubbles! Buttercup!" I yelled at the top of my lungs... My fear for my sisters grew. "Bubbles?"
No one spoke.
"Buttercup?"
My only response was the sound of burning wood. I looked up at what used to be my home. It had collasped, there was no eveidence that it was ever there to begin with. Fire was everywhere. The smoke blocked out the sun. I was alone. My eyes started tearing up.
"Professor? Professor?"
"Looking for something Blossom?"
My blood grew cold at the familiar voice. I whipped around to face him. My eyes had widened. He had outgrown his cap and sweater. He wore a red dress shirt, dark blue jeans and his hair was a blazing red. His red eyes were still as dangerous as I remembered it to be.
"B-Brick?" His smirk grew. "WHERE IS MY FAMILY?"
As if on cue. I heard them scream simualtaniously. I tried to fly to where I heard them but he grabbed me from behind.
"Sorry Blossom, I can't let you see them."
I let out a sonic scream. His grip on me loosened long enough for me to elbow him in the nose. The impact from the blow sent him flying down the now non-existent road. I then took off towards the direction of my sisters. I was less than 3 meters into the sky when I was tackeled into the ground.
"It won't be that easy," he said as he stabbed me in the chest with a dagger I didn't notice he had.
No... he couldn't have defeated me so easily. I couldn't save my family now.
But why?
I was a good girl. I followed the rules. I fought crime. I was a hero, right? It hurt so badly. It became harder to keep my eyes open. My breathing slowed. Hot tears ran down my face. His grin never seemed to fade for a second.
His eyes were now imprinted in my memory. "Goodnight Blossom..."
I gasped as I sat up in bed. I looked at my alarm clock to my right. It was 6 AM. It has been 4 yeas since the Rowdyruff boys defeated us. Their testosterone levels had increased to an astounding amount; enough so they had enough strengh to over power us.
My had body healed, but my mind wasn't as fortunate. Townsville had been where the Professor had gone missing. Now the Rowdyruff boys ruled the world alongside Him and Mojo Jojo. Boomer ruled Europe. Butch ruled South America. Him controled Asia and Mojo controled Africa and Australia. Brick colonized North America. Humans were as free as they were allowed to be. The world had become a prison. There was no where to hide.
Unless you were one of us.
There weren't alot of volenteers to join. Just one, Dexter. He helped choreograph almost all our missions. He did his best; we all did. I just wish I could stop having these dreams for one night. I never got used to them.
Knock Knock Knock.
"Come in," the door opened and Bubbles' smiling face came into view. She grew out of her pigtails. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. She was in her baby blue pajamas. Her eyes still held her innocence.
"Oh good, you're awake. Dexter wants to brief you on a mission he organized."
"I'll be down in a minute." She left the room as I got out of bed and I walked to the mirror across the room. Like Bubbles, I grew out of the red bow but my hair still held its natural glow. It was as long as my waist now. My pink eyes seemed to be getting dull... Having your life taken away from you could do that. I finally grew fingers and toes; my face had a more human look to it. I sighed, "Let's hope Dexter won't comment on my pajamas."
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"Good, you're here," Dexter said while closing the door behind him. He regarded my dress code, then shook his head. He still used the same glasses as always.
"Can't this wait? We just got back from australia stoping Mojo's flood."
"No, it cannot. A new mission has come up, but you'll have to do it alone."
"I never do missions alone unless it's urgent."
"It is urgent," he said heading towards his desk. His room was simple. There was a bed neatly made on the right and in front there was a desk with multiple computer screens. He was always able to keep his room tidy, even if we did live in an abandoned warehouse. My room was still okay. I mean, it was nothing compared to Buttercup's.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"I need you to get to New York and get some files off of Brick's computer."
At that moment, I couldn't stop my mouth from flying open.
"B-But I have NEVER been so close to Brick before. He could easily catch me out. You have said it time and time again 'keep your distance, its dangerous'. Why now, all of a sudden, do I have to get closer to him?" I couldn't hide how upset, angry and confused I was.
"I know you and Brick have a history, but he is the Rowdyruff boys leader. If we get him, Boomer and Butch won't know what to do and will become easy targets." I bit my lip nervously. "And Brick has called all the leaders of the different continents to New York for a secret meeting. They arrive in two months."
"That has only ever happened 4 years ago when they took over," my eyes widened.
"My point exactly. He's planning something and it's big. Blossom, without that information we're sitting ducks."
Giving myself time to evaluate the situation in my head, I then asked, "What about my sisters?"
"They won't know a thing."
"When do I leave?"
"Today."
He started digging in his desk draws until he uncovered a passport and plane tickets. He smirked saying, "Have a good flight, 'Ashley Dawson'."
(Brick's POV)
Waking up was always a misson for me. Looking over to the nude woman beside me, I sighed. Why do my nights always end like this? I need a new way to release my stress.
I moved from my bed into the shower. Coming out in my black business suit and red tie, I walked across my penthouse to my dinning area for my breakfast.
"Goodmorning Master Brick," the once nude maid said to me.
"I need you to clean up the mess you made on my sheets last night," I said coldly.
Her face paled. She was mortified, "Y-yes sir."
I headed for the door; my appetite had left me. Just before reaching the door, I turned on my heel saying, "Oh, by the way, you're fired." I left the girl to her tears.
Outside, I was met by my secretory, Femme Fatale. Her blonde hair was in its usual bun and she was in a black business suit. Bland and boring.
"You know, if you didn't sleep with the maids all the time, you would be making my job a little easier," she said.
"Why on earth would I want to do that?" I asked, giving her my most charming smile. She should be imune to it by now.
"How sweet of you," she rolled her eyes, "This needs to stop Brick. What if one of them gets pregnant? We can't have your superpowered bastard son go running amock. It would try to overpower you. Now, I even have to have medical checks on the girls I allow to clean your bins."
"The last thing you should be doing is telling your boss what to do," I growled, "I only fire one of the three every week. It's not like I'm forcing them to sleep with me; they come willingly. If you were doing your job properly and killing anyone with even a one-percent chance of having my child, it wouldn't be a worry to you. Plus their systems aren't strong enough to hold a child with powers. Now, shut up and get me a new maid."
Her bottom lip quivered, "Yes sir."
"Good, I'll be at the lab."
I left towards the elevator. Not interested in anything 'important' she had to say to me. The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside. Pressing level L, I waited until it took me to my desired destination. The elevator doors opened and I was in Professor James Utonium 'prison cell'. The lab was pure white everywhere. White couch, white chair, white compters and white desks. Four years in this place and he hasn't gone crazy. Lucky git. I took my seat on the couch. For a prisoner, he was getting real special treatment.
"Have you found any trace of them yet?"
"Not a thing."
His hair was white. The bags underneath his eyes were deep and he had to use glasses now.
"As expected..." I said walking past him and into the lab. "Those Powerpuffs keep sabotaging my plans. I know they are out there... Somewhere." I saw from the corner of my eye how his jaw clenched slightly. The frown on his face deepened.
"Anyway," I said, snapping him out of his trance, "Have you figured out how to dispose of Him?" I asked, as he sat in the chair at his desk.
"Yes," he said. My eyebrows lifted. "There is a gun I can create- its bullets contain chemical Z which will steal its victims powers, giving it to its welder. The victim will remain powerless. But, it won't prevent HIM from regaining his powers by other methods."
I nodded. "His power corrupts. I want nothing to do with his insanity. Can we not just destroy it?"
"That is impossible. His power is not of this world."
"It took you four years to realize that?"
"It took me four years to understand it."
"So I must risk my own sanity for the sanity of this world."
He nodded.
"Then I'll have to kill him quickly. But how?"
"Rip his head off and burn it."
"Tell me, James, why do you help me? I have no interest in helping the human race. I have my own selfish reasons for doing this. Power and Glory. Him has control over me and I don't like it."
"Him hasn't got a good bone in him. His humanity is non-existent. He has been consumed by insanity. He kills so he can have a laugh," he grimaced, "I know your brothers will stop you from becoming so hung up on power. They won't let it get to your head. I think you're crazy for going up against Him but someone has to do it and you're the best one for the job," he smiled an honest smile.
I scoffed, "You should probably stop thinking of me as one of the good guys. You'll only be disappointed."
Just then Femme Fatale walked into the room. "Brick, there is a revolt in Dallas Texas."
"Shit..." I swore under my breath, "You have until the global meeting to make it. Whatever you need get it from Femme," I stood and followed her into the elevator.
"Good luck!"
I rolled my eyes. I don't need luck.
(Blossom's POV)
As soon as I landed at the airport, my cellphone rang. I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Go to the females restroom on your right and enter the second cubical." It was Dexter.
I headed for the bathroom. When I entered it, I saw that the second cubical had the label 'OUT OF ORDER' written on it. I got inside. Sitting on top of the toilet seat was a brown paper bag which contained documents. I exited the cubical after storing the documents in my handbag. Before leaving the restroom, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I had on a golden blonde wig with long bangs and green contact lenses. It was weird; all I had to do was change those two things and I'd look like Ashley Dawson.
"Blossom? Are you still here?" I was snaped out of my dazed state.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Good. Get outside the airport there is a taxi waiting for you outside. A piece of pink material is sticking out of the door of the taxi that belongs to you."
I left in search for the taxi. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I found the taxi and entered it with my luggage.
"Don't worry he knows where to take you." A smiled broke upon my face. Dexter's accuracy always seemed to amaze me. "You have a week to get the information. Be quick. It's not alot of time, so be productive with your time. You won't be able to contact me; it'll be to risky."
"This whole thing is risky," I remarked
"But it's necessary." I sighed. "Don't worry it will all be over soon."
"Not soon enough."
The taxi pulled up in front of a tall office building.
"I have to go. Bye!" I hung up on him while leaving the taxi. Looking at my watch, it read 17:45. I took a deep breathe and walked into the building.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked.
"Yes, please. I'm Ashley Dawson and I'm looking for Miss Fatale. I'm the new maid," I said with the brightest smile I could put on.
"Oh, she's on the 21st floor. Just take the elevator," she pointed to her right. "Wait, let Ben take that for you," she pointed to my luggage.
"Thank you so much," she smiled back at me.
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"Miss Dawson, you're early. No problem, I'll hand you over to Melissa for your orientation."
Femme Fatale looked the same even without the tight latex suits she wore. She took a more conservative look now. Her icey blue irises regarded me for a second longer than usual.
"Thank you so much, Miss Fatale!"
And with that, I was left in the entrance of the penthouse with Melissa. She had chestnut brown hair, olive skin and blue eyes. She was unbelievably beautiful. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. I noticed what she was wearing and was horrified by the cliché french maid uniform. I couldn't believe that was my uniform. Not that I expected any better from him.
"Well then, let's get started. I'll introduce you to everyone first," she walked while I followed her into a huge kitchen. "This is Chef Victor," she gesturd to the black haired and rather large male.
"'Tis a plezur madame," he said holding onto my hand and kissing it softly. I giggled softly, feeling his beard brush against my hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Victor," I beamed.
"Okay, let's keep this train going, shall we?" I followed Melissa out the kitchen and into a dinning area. "And these lovely ladies..." Two girls appeard. "Are Jacquillene and Emily."
Jacquillene was a bruenette with hazel eyes. Emily had rich black hair with the deep blue eyes, but not as deep as Bubbles. They wore the same revealing uniform as Melissa. But even so, my self-confidence was at an all time low.
"Bonjour, Americano!" Jacquillene grabbed ahold of me and gave me a suffocating hug.
"You're.. crushing.. me..."
Jacquillene immediately let go of me. She smiled at me apologetically as I tried to catch my came forth holding out her hand. "How do you do?" I shook her hand, "What is your name?"
"Ashley Dawson."
She nodded. "Ashley! You are a beautiful Americano, no? Masta Brick will be chasing you in no time, yes?"
My jaw dropped open and my face turned red. She laughed helplessly at the sudden change in my expression.
"Ignore her," Melissa said.
"Okay, back to work girls. I have to wrap this up."
Jacquillene grabbed the broom that was leaned against the wall. Emily got the duster and started dusting the huge antique dark wood dinning table.
At the end of my orientation, I had seen the whole penthouse. It had an indoor heated pool, a cinema and bowling area. It had a lounge the size of the warehouse. His study was off-limits. His balcony viewed the whole city. His room was enormous, containing a coffee bar, a king sized bed with an LCD super-flat-screen TV opposite it, and an ensuite bathroom. His bedroom was themed black and red like most of his home.
"Okay this is the last stop," Melissa said, opening the door to a room with four separate beds. "This is our bedroom."
It was cozy. It had one full body first bed that was neatly made and had plain grey bed cover; it must have belonged to Emily. The second was unmade with bunny rabbits on it; I bet it was Jacquillene. The third was no doubt Melissa's; it had the Mexican flag on it, well at least what the mexican flag was.
"The last one is yours," she said. I looked upon the next bed it was a plain pink. "Ben the doorman brought your luggage. I got Emily to make your bed."
"Thank you Melissa."
"No problemo," she grinned "Oh, I almost forgot!" She went to a wardrobe in the room and pulled out a uniform."This is your size, right?"
"Yes it is. Thanks."
"Okay, get dressed Master will be home soon."
I nodded and she left the room. I got changed and looked at the is humiliating.
knock knock knock.
"Ashley are you ready?"
"Yeah, just a second!"
Looking at my watch, it was 20:00. I took a deep breathe to calm my nerves.
Showtime...
(Brick's POV)
The revolt in Dallas Texas was a total waste of my time. But I guess it couldn't be helped. I just had to throw them in jail and 'lose' the keys.
Walking into my home, I made my way into the dining room to have my dinner. Melissa served me my meal.
"Lamshank, butternut and spinach, Master Brick."
I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. Then, an unfamiliar hand poured my wine. It must be the new maid, I thought. I looked up and I saw her. She was extremely attractive; more than most of the maids I've had over the years, but nothing special.
"And your name is?" I asked, not that it mattered.
She looked at me in pure shock, but there was no fear. So much so, that it intrigued me. She gulped, "Ashley, sir. Ashley Dawson."
I nodded and looked away from her, "Where are you from?"
"I was born in New York, sir."
"From now on, you will refer to me as Master Brick. You are dismissed, Ashley."
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she put the wine bottle on the table and walked to the door. I heard her release a sigh of relief before leaving. She irked my nerves. Let's hope she didn't get in my way too much.
I finished my meal and headed to my room. I lay in bed, thinking about the global meeting that was to take place soon. I would be seeing my brothers soon. It didn't exactly excite me, but it didn't annoy me either.
Boomer had become more focused on art, music and nature. He was no fag, he just didn't fight unless someone was disturbing the peace. Not that he fought for the humans; he fought for himself and his brothers, nothing else.
Butch was another story. He was a powerful idiot; a very bad combination. I mean I love him, but he is a short-tempered, rude, complaining, bitch ass. But, I don't blame him, growing up the way we did.
I closed my eyes and let my thoughts leave my head. Tonight I needed my sleep.
Blossoms POV
I let out a sigh of relief. I haven't blown my cover yet.
He was the same, yet he still seemed different. He was calmer, quieter and a lot more dangerous.
His hair was an orange and red mix; I could have sworn it was on fire. He had no sign of facial hair. His eyes were a deep red; they were dark yet bright.
I was in no mood to bump into him again.
So I rushed after Melissa. Walking up to her, she turned to me and smiled.
"So? how did it go?"
"Better than expected," I said honestly.
She chuckled to herself. We got to our room and I was greeted by another hug by Jacquillene.
"Oh! Ashley! I waz zo worried you wer fired! Or datz Mazder Brick was quick to take you to his bed no?" She let me go and winked at me as my face turned the same shade as a tomato.
"Jacquillene! You're dirtying her innocent mind," Emily came to my rescue.
"Quiet down you all and get to bed; we have alot to do tomorrow."
Jacquillene pouted, "We always have alot to do."
"Well then, get to bed so you can be ready to do it," Melissa scolded.
After changing into my nightgown, I got into bed like everyone else. They were already asleep.
Taking advantage of the time I had to myself, I pulled out the documents Dexter sent to me. It contained information on every person I had met today. Femme Fatale, Melissa, Jacquillene, Emily, Chef Victor and of course Brick Bass. After using my night vision to read about Femme Fatale and Brick's recent movement, my eyes began to feel heavy.
I hid the documents in a compartment in my luggage bag. I let my thoughts and worries creep into my head. I allowed the realization of the fact that if this went wrong, I would never be able to see my sisters ever again.
Tears fell out of my eyes. I wiped them off my face as quickly as the fell. I can't cry. I have to be strong for them and finish this mission safely. I couldn't let them down. Not again.
Too much was riding on me now. I had to do it.
For everyone.
For my sisters.
For the Professor. Wherever he was.
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