.:Disclaimer:.
I do not own the PowerPuff girls or the RowdyRuff boys, even though I wish I did.
I do own Breeze though, she is a product of my overactive imagination.
This is my first Fan Fiction, I hope you like it, it may seem confusing at first but I promise it will be clearer later on
My name is Breeze. I'm fifteen years old. My hair is silver and so are my eyes. I have a scar on my face that starts at my hair line, runs down my left eye and finishes at my chin, barely missing my mouth. I was an experiment gone wrong, mainly because I turned out to be a girl, but my brothers were almost perfect. That was until they died, right in front of my eyes. Actually they were murdered, brutally slaughtered. I was never able to forgive their executioners and I never will. My brothers will return, but this time I will be fighting with them, as a family.