So I had this idea during social studies, jotted it down, and began writing once I got home! Determination.
Btw, the girls were normal in this little story. Were. You have to read to see what made them... not normal.
"Professor... the girls. Their operations are done." A busty woman with curly red hair murmured, peaking into the man's lab. He visibly flinched, then looked over at her. Beside her was a really short man.
"They are also beginning to wake up. Should we knock them out with the gas?" The little man asked, fixing his monocle.
"No. I wish to see them." The professor ordered. "Bellum, close the door behind me. Mayor, be sure to close up any exits." His two lab assistants nodded and rushed to their stations. He walked through the door, and listed for it to close and lock. Then he listened for all the exits locking.
Finally, he walked to the three tables laying side by side. They all held young girls, one to a table. So three girls. Each girl stirred uncomfortably, which was understandable. Suddenly, the redhead woke up. What the professor saw shocked him. Before opperation, she had brown eyes. Now they were pink. And glowing too! She turned to him.
He took a step back and tried to remember who this girl was. After a few seconds, he had it.
This was Blossom Anne Smith. She was in a car crash that resulted in serious brain and spinal injuries, along with nerve injuries. Her family couldn't afford the cost to fix her, so they donated her to science. Here, she had operations, as mentioned before. Parts of her brain was replaced with computers that lead her to any information she needed. Her spine was laced with wires that ended in her brain and finger tips, fixing her nerve problem as well. What he also added was ice beams, which could've caused her eyes to change. He added a few other things as well, but didn't even know if they would work.
The redhead was just staring at him, eyes blank. Then in registered. She was supposed to be dead. How was she still here? Information from the internet relayed information across her eyes, shocking her and causing her to scream. This woke up the second girl.
Buttercup Maria Torres. She was a girl down in Hawaii. Her house had burned in flames and no one bothered to wake her up and get her out. The fireman then heard blood curdling screams and people brought her out. Her forearms, hands, shins, and feet were all severely burned. She was brought to the hospital, and they had to amputate those limbs. Her family abandoned her there, in her coma. The professor took her and preformed experiments. Now Buttercup had cyborn hands, feet, forearms, and even shins. Wires, not as strong as Blossom's, were connected to her brain, to help with responding. She also had a few hidden compartments in her. Some held things, some didn't.
This girl turned to the shocked girl, glaring. She was about to pick up her hand and wave it around when a heavy feeling went through her. Buttercup then realized she had cyborg parts, but she didn't scream. She just growled quietly.
Finally, the final girl woke up.
Bubbles Elizabeth Johnson, was her name. Her head was actually set on fire by a few kids in her orphanage. Yep, she was already abandoned. Just abandoned, actually. The kids were just picking on the new girl. It ended with most of her hair falling off, and the skin on her head burning too. That led to more and more bullying, and soon, a kid pushed her down the stairs. Injuries that the orphanage couldn't pay for again, so he came and took her. Operations happened. Now she had special wires woven in her hair, that make electric waves when she wills them to. And since he made a potion that grew her hair back, the wires weren't seen. He also gave her electric bracelets, which produced electricity, along with protecting her from it. She also had hidden powers.
Bubbles looked over at him, and it was then that he realized that her and Buttercup's eye color hasn't changed. They definately strengthened and showed more of their core color, but they didn't change. Only Blossom's did. And if these girls wanted to continue living normal lives, he'd have to help that.
"Hey, you. What the hell did you do to me?" Buttercup snapped, standing up on her legs and almost losing her balance. He was surprised, because these girls were only seven, eight years old.
"I fixed you." He answered.
"What did you really do?" Blossom asked, pink eyes narrowed. He was going to guess that the wires in their heads helped their vocabulary more, which meant Blossom's was going to be extraordinary.
"I gave you, Blossom, a better brain. Buttercup, stronger limbs. And Bubbles, I healed your injuries and gave you electric hair." He didn't mention their other possible powers.
Each of the girls blinked, then looked around at each other. Then back at the professor.
"Will we see our families again?"
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "No. I'm sorry." The Blossom and Buttercup looked shocked, but Bubbles was beginning to pull her knees to her chest.
"Will we have to go to an orphanage?"
"Oh, no! You're staying here. With me, Mayor, and Bellum." He stepped away and motioned to the windows behind him. Mayor was standing on the counter, peering through the glass. Bellum as writing stuff down.
"Oh, good. But why did my parents leave me?" Blossom asked.
"Ditto!" Buttercup growled.
"I want to know too. But I'm taking a guess and saying that I won't get that answer." Bubbles sighed, looking away.
"Blossom, you're family couldn't afford the cost. Buttercup, your family left you in your coma." He said bluntly.
Blossom blinked, confused. Her family was rich, how is it possible they couldn't pay?
Her family abandoned her? How is that possible? What happened to that 'Ohana' crap?
"I don't want my last name anymore." Bubbles complained. Buttercup nodded gruffly.
"Since we're living with you now, why can't we have your name?" Blossom asked, wiggling her fingers. She was off of her table and making sure he wasn't hiding any other operations from her.
"What a great idea!" He grinned. "My last name is Utoniom."
"So its Blossom Anne Utoniom..." Blossom pointed to herself.
"Buttercup Maria Utoniom..." she pointed to the raven haired girl.
"And Bubbles Elizabeth Utoniom." She pointed to the girl now playing with her blond locks.
Bubbles smiled at her new name. In her happiness, she jumped off the table and stretched. She then noticed her blue dress and black sash. She liked it a lot. Looking at her two new sisters, she noted how they were wearing the same thing, just in green and pink.
"How'd you know our names?" Buttercup asked, curiously. Bubbles was pulled from her thoughts. She rushed to help the green-eyed one get off the table.
"There's this thing that goes across my eyes whenever I look at someone. Like records, or something." Blossom explained. Buttercup hopped off the table and walked over, with the help of Bubbles, who was following closely. A contagious smile grew on the blonde one's face.
The professor smiled. He had created the perfect little girls.
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Ten Years Later
Blossom was sitting in front of her mirror, fixing her bangs. Over the years, her right eye has become more vibrant and dominant. To the point where brown contacts don't cover it. So her bangs swept over her eye, covering it. All the while her left eye had a contact. She wore a light red some-what see through top with a black tank top, black skinny jeans, and pink sneakers. After perfecting her look, she placed in a hair clip with a big red bow on it.
Next door from her room, was Buttercup. The darker skinned girl had just pulled on her knee high combat boots and was pulling on her working gloves. Anything to cover her metal parks. I mean, she loved them. But other people didn't. So she had to cover them, or she'd be kicked off all the teams she was on. She pulled on a white tank top and a black leather jacket. She was wearing darkwash skinny jeans as well.
Next door, Bubbles was tying up her hair with the new and safe hairbands her professor got her. Not only did they not sizzle off, but they were made of rubber so her hair couldn't conduct electricity. After fixing her hair, the blonde pulled on her tights and a blue dress. The dress stopped just before her knees and had a black belt that wrapped around her waist. It was a copy of something she was wearing when she first met Blossom and Buttercup. She put on black flats, and smiled. After placing her octopus in her bag, she left her room.
Buttercup and Blossom left the room at the same time. The girls gave a smile to each other, having grown on one another for the past years. And now they were starting their last year of high school, which meant less hiding and more being themselves.
"Girls!" The professor called.
"Hurry!" Mayor called as well.
"You'll be late for the bus!" Bellum called. If the girls were to be scared of any of the three, it was Bellum. They learned that over the years.
"We're coming!" Buttercup called as they rushed down the stairs, bags on back. And with that, their day started.