HIIIIIII! This is my second story. I saw daziyly's new story (I had already read the first one), and it inspired me to do my own AU powerpuff story. I hope you guys enjoy, and please review! Oh, and try to guess which Powerpuff's which in the first section of the story, ;).
Prologue:
Why am I here, Professor Utonium?" A brunette impatiently demanded. A new species of Plankton had been discovered in the Chemical unit. It had a natural-born chemical in it that would help form a medicine that would cure the most recent disease. The brown-haired woman had been assigned to extract the chemical in an hour. But Professor John Utonium Sr had requested her help on a project in the "People's Products" Unit. Honestly, she respected the elderly man, but she couldn't miss the extraction.
The gray-headed man spoke, "I am creating a legal steroid for soldiers. It'll enhance their strength, agility, speed and intelligence twofold, but not so much that they will be superhuman. I thought someone of your experience might be able to help, Bethany." Aforementioned girl sighed.
"Alright, I guess I can stay for a while."
They got to work, mixing chemicals and forming concoctions. Utonium Sr was a bit shaky as he worked, but Bethany helped. Bethany looked to the clock: 15 minutes left. She let out a sound of anxiety, and looked to their potion: it was a blackberry purple color, with a small smoke coming from it. It only needed a few more ingredients.
The door behind them opened, and the two scientists turned to see Professor John Utonium Jr walk in. He had jet black hair, he was tall and slender, and he had on a white lab coat with long black pants, and he had a pipe hanging out of his mouth, unlit. He was in his early thirties, about a decade older than Bethany.
"Hello, father. Scientist Evers," he curtly greeted while walking over, his long, slim legs bringing him to them in seconds. Bethany turned back to the potion as the sound of Utonium Jr's feet clacking on the floor got closer. She picked up her writing pad, and took notes on the potion:
"Matter turning darker and darker as more ingredients are mixed in.
Looks thick and pure. When turned over (with steel cap on to keep it in), matter falls to bottom at a moderate speed. Confirmed that it is not watery but is also not too thick.
Based on thickness, size of shot is thought to be half an ounce. Likely prescription would be one shot every four years. Should not be tested on anyone under the age of..."
Bethany paused. How young WOULD be too young?
"How is the project coming along?" Utonium Jr asked, resting chemicals (in containers, of course) and mixtures onto the table. Bethany blinked: how did he know what to get?
"Oh thanks, son. Project's going well, just need to add these last few ingredients," John Sr responded kindly. The door again opened, and in walked Intern Bianca Simmons. Bethany's brown eyes turned to the dirty blonde. The girl was a bit shorter than her; she had greenish-blue eyes, and a petite figure. Bethany was quite tall, a bit over 6'1, with some curves, but nothing big.
"Hi!" she energetically greeted. Bianca was one of the more lively people in the Whitaker Science Department of London. She always brightened people's days, like a breath of fresh air. Bethany lightly smiled at the 20- year old.
"Hello, Bianca. You seem happy today," She noted.
"I am! I get to witness the extraction! I heard you get to do it, though! Good for you! Oh, Professor John Jr, they need you down in the Chemical Unit," Bianca said, turning to the handsome young scientist. It's as though he didn't hear her.
"Bethany, can you do just one more thing for me and then you can go?" Utonium Sr requested. Bethany nodded fervently and turns her back to the potion to listen: 25 minutes left.
"Mix in the last few chemicals and add a teaspoon of it to the potion. If too much of those chemicals go into the solution, it would add too much power to the human being shot. Come with me to the office and I'll get you the recipes for the mixtures," he gestured.
John Jr and Bianca watch them leave, and the younger Utonium wrote a few more things down. Bianca looked over his shoulder to the papers. "Whatcha working on?" she asked. John Jr jumped, and puts the papers back in the folder. "Err, papers for the extraction," is his curt response.
Bianca let out an "oh," happy to be so close to the young professor. One of the main reasons she became an intern was to work with him. Despite the age difference of a few years over ten, she had a huge crush on him.
"So, did you hear me? They want you down in the Chemical Unit," she repeated. This time his head perked up, and he immediately walked to the door silently. Bianca watched, and then skittered off after him. When they reach the door, Bianca turned and went in a different direction, shouting, "I'll go get you some coffee!" But not too long after both had turned around the corner, the door to the lab once more opened, and there's a click-clack of someone's slow feet walking across the floor, straight to the potion.
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There is a knock on the door of the office that Bethany and John Sr were in. Both of them looked up in mild surprise at the urgency of the knock.
"Uh, professor Long-Johns, there's a problem going on in your lab," a loud female voice shouted from the other side of the door. John Sr opened the door to see Benalia Smith, a worker in the "Misc. Science" Unit.
They worked on spare things, like building Microscopes, making simple solutions, and building machines for tests. But they didn't normally have things to do, so they naturally sat about in their office, either going to mail things for people or finding extra things to do.
Most people started there and work their way up, but Benalia, or Benny, preferred working there. She reached Bethany's chin in height, and she had more curves, but she had the figure of a woman who plays sports, which she did. She had awkward-looking black hair in a bob, and light green eyes.
Utonium Sr blinked cautiously, almost expectantly, "What problem?"
In seconds, they were rushing to the lab, and found it filled with foam. In the middle of the ruins was the potion. It was dark black with green liquids swirling in it, along with neon green foam flying out of it. At its rate, it was not about to stop soon. Bethany rushed to it, ignoring the warnings from Benny and John Sr. She had started this project, and she wasn't about to give up on it.
"Hey, guys. You should've seen the extraction! It looked really cool from the microscope! But it was strange, because the first filled vile disappeared and-" Bianca stopped when she saw the inside of the lab.
Bethany turned back to her, crestfallen. "The extraction was already made?" she asked.
Bianca's eyes widened. "Yes, and you're standing right in it! That foam is the exact color of the plankton chemical! Someone must've mixed it into the potion!" she shouted in horror, before rushing in and grabbing Bethany's hand.
"Come on, get out!" She urged, pulling on her hand, but Bethany would not budge.
"No! When I start something, I do not leave until I finish!" She protested.
"But those chemicals are dangerous, you don't know what could happen if it touched you!" Bianca reasoned, still pulling. Benny, exasperated, ran in and grabbed them both.
"If neither of you get out, we'll ALL be killed, now let's go!" she pulled them both to the door.
All of a sudden, there was a pop sound as harsh as a gunshot, and the solution is flown everywhere, landing on the women. They all screamed.
They once again tried to get out, but the door shut, and the foam started building up in the room, rising quickly. The three females look up in alarm to see John Sr looking at them in guilt.
"I'm sorry girls, but you've been infected with the potion and the plankton chemical. Alone, that chemical is very dangerous. I'm afraid you girls won't survive this or you'll infect all of us," he shouts through the glass, "Look at yourselves!"
The three girls looked down at their skin, and saw themselves glowing green. They ran to the door.
"Please, Professor Utonium, don't do this!" Bianca pleads. The foam had risen to their ankles.
John Sr shook his head. "I'm sorry girls, but I have no other choice." With that, he turns and disappears.
The girls watch him in horror as the foamy liquid reaches their knees, the chemicals biting at their heels. With every nip of the foam, Bethany felt her eyes droop, but she forced herself to stay awake. She was not going to go out without a fight.
As the potion reached her thighs, biting at her skin, she listened and continuously jumped at the sting of the solution as Benny repeatedly banged on the window, screaming for someone to let us out.
"What if nobody comes?" Bianca whimpered, shivering at the harsh nip of the foam. Benny shook her head.
"Don't think like that. Someone will come," Benny grunted as she pushed against the door, ignoring the painful chemicals as best she could.
Bethany stood there, facing ahead. They wouldn't make it; she knew that for a fact. But even as the foam reached her waist, she wasn't completely concerned on their situation. She was thinking about who put her in that situation.
'Who could've done this? Who would've done this?' Bethany stared at the door, deep in thought.
The liquid reached her shoulders and the other two girls were struggling to stay above the foam.
They were glowing even deeper now. Everything around them was bright neon green. As the foam reached her lips, Bethany thought her last thoughts: Why would they do this? The smallest drop of the liquid that seeped into her mouth was enough to knock her out.
Not two minutes after the girls had died, the same person came back to the lab. Taking out a vile, they filled it with some of the potion that had poured from a tiny crack in the door. They closed it with a cap, and a deep chuckle came from their throat. It accelerated to a laugh, and soon his evil laughter roared through the hallways, all while the girls' bodies floated around the room, bubbles of chemicals piercing their skin.
Bethany's POV:
Where am I? Why do I feel weird? Why can't I open my eyes?
I slowly wiggle around. Strangely, my body doesn't move at a normal speed. It feels like I'm somewhere... Zero-gravitational.
Finally, my eyes open, but I'm wrapped in net... And in a coffin. My eyes widen and I wiggle even more urgently. But as the net starts to rip, another thing catches my eye; I see an air bubble float to the top of the coffin, fervently and shakily.
My eyes go from the bubble to the coffin several times before it clicks; I'm underwater. Oh dear god. I immediately close my mouth, and then realize what I'm doing.
I can breathe just fine. Okay, so this is really weird. But, I'm dead. Is this how it feels? I sigh, and hesitantly take in another breath.
Nothing.
I can still breathe.
No, I'm sure I'm not dead. I can't be dead. This way is illogical. I have to get out, see the surface. What if I'm alive? I put my hands on the coffin top, take a deep breath, and push with all my might as the last of the net rips from my skin. It's as though I'm touching a feather, and the speed that the coffin leaves my hand and flies to the surface makes me clumsily flail upwards, my arms flying around.
I look around; I'm definitely underwater. I watch the beautiful fish swim about. I would've been amazed if I wasn't freaking out.
I look around, shocked, and push off the ground, swimming to the top. However, before I can even move one hand to start paddling, I'm above water. I widen my eyes and look around, confused. I must be asleep. But why, though, do I feel completely alert? And why do I feel... Powerful?
I start kicking my legs to stay afloat, but then a large ripple forms above the water. I stare at it for a few seconds in question, and it clicks; am I really kicking that hard? I look above the ripple, and finally notice the desolation and ruins around me.
The world looks as though it has inched closer to the sun. The sky is red and orange and slightly colored with smoke.
Frantically, I look around. What happened here? How long have I been…. Dead?
I shudder. That word feels so unreal, considering I was once dead, but now I'm alive? Seriously, how did this….. THE CHEMICALS! They must've put me in a stasis for some time. But, the thing is, how long was "some time"? As I think, I stop kicking and slowly start sinking.
Realizing what I was doing, I once again push myself up, but this time I kick hard enough that I fly up and out of the water, shooting high in the air. For a second I stare in awe as the sky became closer in reach, but then the push ended and I was falling.
I then turn and see the ocean rapidly approaching; I scream in horror. My body helplessly flails around, trying to stupidly stop myself from falling. I close my eyes, waiting for impact. But suddenly my body stops, and I hesitantly reopen my eyes.
I'm stuck in mid-air. My face turns into stone as I stare dumbfounded at the ocean, and how it has not captured me in it embrace as it should have.
I look around, wondering if someone miraculously saved me. No one. I am floating- on my own, in the middle of nowhere- as though it's nothing. I take a deep breath, and let out an ear-piercing scream, that sounded terrifyingly younger than my voice.
It blows against the water, forming a crater, and fish close to the surface rush back down. As the water clears, I see a reflection in the water. But it's not mine.
It.
Is.
Not.
Mine.
It couldn't be mine.
There, in the reflection, is a girl. Approximately seventeen years old. She has vibrant and striking red hair that's long enough to reach her hips. She's pretty tall from what I can see, about 5'6. She has curves, but she's not busty.
She has beautiful and slightly tanned skin. Her face is toned, and she has high cheek bones that make her look mature, but not like an adult. She's wearing a ripped white dress with a worn out black belt. She has no shoes on, and her hair, despite its lovely color and life, looks ragged, like a bed head.
However, one detail on the girl's face that surprises me most, is her eyes; bright and insightful, full of life and curiosity, and obviously frightened and confused. They were a bright pink. This is me. I can't believe it.
Was the potion this powerful?
I move forward to take a closer look, but I don't know how to control this strange deformity and I plummet straight into the pinching cold water. I groan as I try to push my long hair out of my face. How did I not notice that before?
Suddenly, I hear another scream of shock, a familiar one. I blink, and I feel excitement run through me as I realize that I'm not alone; it's Bianca!
Urgently, I swim in the direction of her scream, a pink streak behind me. It takes me a second to register how loud that scream actually was. It was basically super-sonic!
I'm swimming so frantically that I almost forget my new-found strength. I slowly calm myself down as I realize that my paddles are forming tsunamis behind me.
I'm several miles from where I last was and I haven't been swimming for over two minutes yet. My hair forms a sea of red behind me as I glide through the water like a seal. I think I'm starting to like these supernatural abilities.
I keep swimming until I see Bianca; at least, I think that's Bianca. She's looking around, utterly confused. I can tell she's freaking out. I know how she feels, I still don't understand it completely. But at least I have something logical to back up on.
She sees me approaching, and her face almost brightens, but then she's repelling, not completely sure if I'm who she thinks it is. "Don't worry Bianca; it's me, Bethany," I soothe. With that, she attacks me into a hug, a blue streak left behind.
She seems to be 15, and she's still short, only about 5'1. Her hair, from what I can see, is a stunning blonde, her hair obviously abnormally bright even though it's covered in seaweed. It stops beneath her armpits. She has more curves than me, but she also is not busty.
She is petite, and has striking electric blue (A/N: My fave color!) eyes. She is baby-faced, and has plump cheeks just begging to be pinched. She's squealing into my shoulder, making me roll my eyes with a smile on my face.
"Oh, Bethany! I thought I was alone! Why am I so young? Where are we? How come I have powers? I thought we were dead!" she starts rambling in a voice that was a bit high for her age, yet it wasn't irritating.
"It's alright, it's alright! We were dead, so to speak, but we were revived," I respond.
"Revived? By what? And where's Benny?"
I blink; where was Benny?
Suddenly, the ocean started to rumble, and we looked at each other in terror. "What's going on?" Bianca asks fearfully. I shake my head.
"I don't know."
Suddenly, we hear a loud grunt of effort, and we turn in one direction to see large ripples forming repeatedly on both sides of a figure in the water; it's Benny. She paddles quickly, coming in our direction with determination and fear in her eyes. There's a sea of her green streak as she comes.
I see two triangular shapes in the space behind her but I don't know what they are. She seems to notice us, and she swims even quicker to us. She barely manages to stop in front of us.
"Benny!" Bianca happily greets, but I can tell that now's not the time for heartfelt reunions.
"No time. There are two things chasing after us. I don't know what they are, but based on their roar I don't think I want to. We have to get going," she urges us. We turn and start swimming, not even bothering to see what was actually chasing us. Since we're still not accustomed to our abilities, we aren't able to go as fast as we can, allowing the strange roaring monsters to catch up.
My newly-attained extraordinary hearing comes in, and I hear one of animals get ready to jump at me. Before I can even react, a reflex causes me to turn and swiftly kick it in the face, throwing it back. I blink at what I had just done, and keep moving, even though one of his teeth has ripped off a piece of the cloth on my dress.
I'm terrible at fighting. I took Martial Arts when I was twelve and hated it. So what was THAT? Yeesh, the whole "chemicals kicking in" excuse is beginning to taste a bit stale on my tongue, but I'm sure that's what all of this is.
The thing behind me growls, and comes again. Suddenly the second monster gains and swims in front of us, blocking us off from escape. We get a good look at it; it's a metallic shark, with steel, cringingly needle-sharp teeth, and a body as long as two school buses lined up.
We have no choice. We have to fight.
Benny wastes no time and charges at one of them with a war cry, sending a kick to its jaw that sends it flying out of the water. Bianca sees one approaching, and slowly moves back. I can tell she's afraid.
"Don't worry, Bianca. I'm sure that we're stronger than those things, you can beat him," I reassure. She looks at me, hesitant. Then she looks behind me.
"Bethany, look out!" One of the sharks suddenly body-slam me, knocking the breath out of me and sending me underwater.
"BETHANY!" I hear Bianca cry above, and she rushes under.
The metallic shark machine charges at me to go for the death bite, only to be slammed by an angry Bianca. She screams a loud, intimidating shriek that almost scares me. Her voice vibrates in the water as she rapidly punches it:
"IF! YOU! DARE! TOUCH! BETHANY! I! WILL! PERSONALLY! TURN! YOU! TO! SCRAP!" She bellows.
I almost shrink as she sends one last blow, and it flies into the sand, forming a crater. Nothing but scrap metal now. I turn to Bianca, whom was looking at the job she did with pride. She swims to me, a boastful look on her face while I stare in shock.
"I like our powers!"
We once again hear Benny grunt, and we look to see her struggling with the second shark, holding her hands on his mouth to keep him from crushing her. So far, the shark is winning. This one is twice as big as the first, his metal a clear silver, making him almost blend with the ocean if he swims fast enough.
I frantically search for a weak spot; there has to be something that could be a weakness. I then notice screws between the two mouth flaps, if you could call them lips. I swim to the one on the left, and Bianca, realizing what I was doing, goes to the one on the right. We both pull, and the screws fly out.
"Now, Benny!"
She takes the initiative and reaches deep in his throat, where no teeth will pierce her. Once she gets a good grip, she starts to rip the shark apart.
Bianca and I watch in awe as the machine turns to shreds, while it screams bloody murder. Benny lets out a groan of exhaustion, and then completely rips the shark into two, carelessly throwing the parts away. She swims up to us, and turns to me.
"Listen, Leader girl. I don't know what's going on here, because you and I both know that we're supposed to be dead. Or, at least, we're not supposed to look like we're a re-do of 'Seventeen Again.' So, I would just like to know WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" She bellows, her voice vibrating off into the distance, but it doesn't disturb any fish. They were long gone once they felt the commotion. I take a close look at Benny:
Her black hair is now deep in volume and it stops at her shoulders. Her once dull eyes are now pure and deep, a nice dark forest green. Her face is also toned, and she has apple cheeks that accent her sporty look. She has the most curves that look small based on her height, which is about 5'4. She, along with Bianca and I, was also wearing the white ripped dress and black belt. Benny's skin was tanner than mine, while Bianca's skin was porcelain.
"Okay, okay. I know that this is very confusing. I still don't completely understand it myself. All that I know is that the chemicals had the power to revive us and give us powers. Somehow they might've made us younger, but I don't know that for sure," I explain, and they sigh, deep in thought.
"But for now, let's try to find land and see if we can get answers," I suggest, and we swim to the surface. I remember when I had first woken up and I had stayed in mid-air. Does that mean I can fly? I jump above the surface, and start falling again. The girls scream my name, asking what I was thinking. But I was determined. Moments before I hit the water, I motivated myself. Stop!
As if on command, my body froze, and I was floating again. I smile brightly and looke to the girls, who were watching in wonder. Forward! My body listens again, and my body flew forward. My grin grows wider and excitement rushes through me. Bank left!
Upwards!
Spin!
Loop!
Dive!
Before long, my mind commanded my body naturally and I easily glide across the sky.
"Wow, how do you do that?" Bianca asks, and I look to them.
"Just command your body through your thoughts. It works!"
They look at each other, then themselves. In seconds, they were in the sky, flying over to me. I smile at them toothily.
"Come on, let's find land!"
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Third Person POV, somewhere far off:
A man looks at the screen on his computer, bored. There was absolutely nothing exciting about this job, especially when you work for an evil leader. But suddenly, something appears on his screen:
Warning: Project "Mandatory" has failed. Project "Mandatory" has failed.
The man sat up straight in his chair; it had finally happened! He looks around cautiously, and is about to close the window when a shadow appears behind him.
"What is that, Maxwell?"
The man inwardly curses. "A warning," he says nonchalantly, and the shadow leans in to see the screen. Maxwell watches him go rigid.
"No…. NO!"
He turns and rushes off, and the man turns back to the screen, hope filled in his eyes.
"I have faith in you girls."
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Bethany's POV:
"Who are these girls?"
"I don't know, but they're hot!"
"You think they're going to wake up any time soon?"
"Not sure… hey, one of them's stirring!"
"Yeah, they're all waking up!"
I groan, and come to. I immediately see bunches of faces staring back at me.
"AHH!" I shout in alarm, and jump back, waking up Bianca and Benny beside me. They look from me to the kids staring at us, and the kids smile. One of them walks forward.
"Hi there, I'm Mitch! Welcome to the Rogues."
ANNNNNNND DONE! I hoped you guys liked it, and I hope dazily gets to read this. Please review, and I'll get chapter two up as soon as possible!