Okay, So I deleted Forgotten, because I got this amazing idea and it kind stole the plot of Forgotten but not really, anyways! Here you go!

Rated T for the following reasons: Violence, Character Death, and Profanity

Disclaimer: I do not own the PowerPuff Girls

Also, I'm going to make this mind of like a fan-story, where basically you send me suggestions and I see if can squeeze them in, or I have contests for like a co-writer or some sneak peaks at future chapters and spoilers. Basically, anything you guys say, is my command for this story, and I might do it in the others too. Plus, I pick one top comment every chapter! Good Luck and may the odds be ever in your favor ;D

P.S This is a short chapter

Prologue

His concentrated glare hardened as the bits of spark bounced off in different directions, and the light from the blowtorch gave his face an eerie glow. He pulled the black welding mask off of his face and wiped the trails of sweat from his forehead. Just a few more pieces. He thought.

The concern in his eyes grew when they met the digital clock across the room. 1:40. The girls would be home in twenty minutes. August 31st couldn't have come any faster, huh? He asked himself. With a deep breath he pulled down his mask and continued working, faster than he had ever done before.

Almost like clockwork, he put his tool down and heard the pitter patter of feet on the floor above. He took off his mask and placed it on top of the invention and smiled as his super heroines hugged onto his legs. They all had something to say and all spoke at the same time, causing him to chuckle.

"Girls, girls. How about we go for some ice cream and you each tell me what you want, okay?" Each pair of eyes sparkled once the word ice cream was mentioned and they sped upstairs to get changed from their school uniforms.

The Professor took one last look at his laboratory, letting his fingers explore the familiar surroundings. They stopped on the table that held the grey cauldron, the one that was used to create the powerpuff girls, and then never used again. His smile spread into a thin line as he wiped the dust off of the old thing. His greatest achievement that laid untouched for five years, and would lay untouched for many more.

"Professor, come on, we're not getting any younger here, and neither are you, let's go!" Buttercup shouted from upstairs.

"Buttercup. Shush or we might not get our ice cream." Oh, Bubbles. Sweet, naive, innocent Bubbles. Guilt took over as he suddenly realized the damage that would be permanently done to those poor, innocent girls.

He shook his head. "I-I'm on my way, girls." he called as he took one last deep breath. He sure was going to miss this place. Muffled sobs filled the lab, but they didn't belong to him. He has been watched over his whole life, every dramatic moment like this was always echoed by muffled sobbing, and for once he finally understood why.

"You should've seen me, dad! I was all like whoosh and the other team was all like oh, the girl has the ball we are going to win. And I was all like, no you won't,suckers! And I scored the winning goal. It was amazing!" Buttercup brought a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, hoping she would calm herself down.

"I'm very proud of you, Buttercup." He replied as he checked the time on his watch. 3:50, Only ten minutes left. It almost made him anxious, waiting for his death to come, but he would honestly do whatever it takes to save him little girls.

"Dad, dad!" Bubbles squeaked as she tried to catch his attention. John shook back into reality and stared at his blue-eyed daughter with his undivided attention. "I drew you a picture, of all of us, in art class. I want you to keep it, forever!" Her smile widened as she reached into her pocket and handed him the folded paper.

John unfolded it, catching a quick glimpse of the time as he did. 3:56. His last four minutes of life, and he couldn't ask to spend it any other day. His smile widened as he stuffed the picture in his lab coat pocket. "It's very nice, Bubbles. Thank you." Bubbles blushed slightly and stuffed another spoonful of ice cream in her

"I got elected class president, for the third year in a row!" Blossom said, a smile forming on her happy lips. Buttercup huffed and grabbed a spoonful of ice cream, preparing to fling it at Blossom's hair.

"Buttercup." he said with an irritated tone. Buttercup smiled and fed herself the scoop of Ice Cream instead. Professor took one last look at his watch and sighed. 3:59. "Girls, look, I-"

A gun clicked behind the professor and he turned around, throwing his arms up in the air for surrender. The girls took their battle stances, each with protective glares on their childish faces. "Girls, go!" he shouted as the gun trembled on his forehead.

"But, Professor!" Their voices echoed.

He turned around, heartbroken by the look on his little girl's faces. "Go, now!" He shouted as he watched his daughters fly off. He nodded at the cloaked figure and it took a deep breath, pulling the trigger and sending the man's, now, lifeless body to the ground with a bang.

"Dad!" Buttercup shrieked as she stared at the scene unfold before her. Blossom and Bubbles froze at the sound of their sister's blood curdling scream.

"Go home, Bubbles.I'll get Buttercup." Blossom ordered, knowing to expect the worst.

"But-"

"Bubbles, please. Just go home. We'll be there in a few. I need to have a talk with your sister." and with that she took off, leaving Bubbles with nothing but a pink streak in the sky and hundreds of unanswered questions.