A/N: This is my second story and I've decided to try my hand at a multi-chapter story.

So, wish me luck and enjoy.

The Girls and Boys have human features.

Disclaimer: The PowerPuff Girls belong to the wonderful Craig McCracken, I only own the plot.

Under Control

Chapter 1: A Ruff Day

Blossom's POV:

I woke up with a start, breathing heavily.

I looked around frantically looking for an enemy but found none.

When I finally realized I was just in my room, I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn while stretching.

I looked over to my alarm clock as it started beeping, signaling it was 6 in the morning and time to start the day. Instead of getting up like I should, I laid back down, reaching over, I turned off my annoying alarm.

"Ten more minutes." I whined softly to myself.

Not even five minutes passed before the aggravating beeping started again. I reached back over and hit the alarm, but the beeping continued. I reluctantly cracked my eyes open to see the PowerPuff Hotline flashing persistently, I groaned and rolled off of my soft, comfortable bed.

Slowly, I made my way to the Hotline, rubbing one of my eyes with my fist while yawning.

I picked up the phone and muttered a sleepy, "hello".

"PowerPuff Girls, the bank is being robbed by robbers!" the Mayor's loud yelling instantly snapped me awake.

"We're on it Mayor!" I answered back.

After hanging up I decided to get dressed before going into BC's room first, because she's always ready for a fight.

Yeah, my sisters and I have separate rooms now. We got them when we turned thirteen, we just decided we needed more space.

My room has light pink walls and peach colored carpeting. I had the old vanity with the heart-shaped mirror, I don't really wear makeup but I do keep my hairbrush and other hair accessories (including my old bow that I outgrew) there. There's a white dresser right beside the vanity. My bed is queen-sized, the sheets are black silk as are the pillows, and the cover is a dark rainbow tiger pattern. I have a walk-in closet and my own bathroom.

I hurry up and get dressed in a light pink dress with a black stripe in the middle, much like the one I used to wear as a child, only I'm wearing black tights and sneakers. I put my ankle-length hair up in a red ribbon then set off to Buttercup's room.

We all grew up over the years, with us now being 17 our bodies have matured quite nicely if I do say so myself. We all have different things we enjoy doing now that we're older.

Bubbles is all about the arts; musical arts, performing arts, but her favorite is the design and drawing arts. Buttercup of course loves anything that'll keep her physically active, except for cheerleading, she plays every sport our school has to offer and takes all kinds of fighting lessons. I, on the other hand, love anything and everything academic; if it tests my brain or gives me a challenge I love it; but like with all things, there's an exception.

Anyway, I enter BC's room and like always there's a mess. Clothes thrown all on her hardwood floor, I mean seriously, I can't even see the soft bright yellow-green rug she has in the middle of it. There's food on her nightstand, and more clothes hanging on her full body mirror. The only thing that seems to be clean is the corner where her indestructible punching bag is. Her black walls have every shade of green paint splattered on them, along with all types of band posters. I walk over to her queen-sized bed, she's wrapped in her lime green sheets and dark green cover like a cocoon. I start shaking her gently and when that doesn't work I take out an air-horn and press it where I think her head is. She jumps up and looks at me for about two seconds.

"What the hell Leader Girl?!" she yells with her hair standing everywhere on her head.

"The bank is being robbed. Go and get ready." I say, stifling a giggle at her crazy bedhead.

She grumbles something then goes into her walk-in closet, she comes back out with some clothes in her hand and then goes into her bathroom.

I leave her room and walk down the hallway to the side of my room. The door is extravagantly painted and at the top it says 'Bubbles' in, you guessed it, bubbly letters.

I open the door and immediately I see color everywhere, her once white walls are covered in various paintings, all done by Bubbles herself. Her carpet is white, she has a blue vanity with loads of makeup on it. In one corner of her room is her music stuff, a keyboard, an old guitar, and a harp; her drums are in the garage. In another corner of the room is her art equipment, her easels, her paints of every color, and her brushes, along with some sketchbooks and pencils. I walk over to her circular queen-sized bed with an aqua blue canopy over top it and find that her bed has already been made up with her light blue sheets and slightly darker blue covers pulled up to the top and a few of her stuffed animals (including Octi of course) sitting against her pillows.

I turn around when I hear a slight shuffling to see Bubbles emerging from within her walk-in closet (which has a wall mirror and more clothes, shoes, and accessories than any mall). She's wearing a yellow sundress with little blue flowers all over it, some white stockings, and Mary Jane shoes. Her hair was in a side ponytail on her shoulder and she had light makeup on.

When she saw me, she smiled tiredly.

"I heard you wake up BC." she replied to my unasked question.

I nodded and smiled apologetically.

We both made our way downstairs to see Buttercup waiting impatiently.

"It's about time you showed up, I've been waiting forever!" she said snappily, BC isn't a morning person.

She was wearing black jean shorts with a green studded belt, a ripped up green mid-shirt with the word FIGHTER on it in big, black bold letters, a black tank top under it, and a pair of combat boots. Her hair was brushed in its normal bob cut, except her bangs almost covered her eyes.

"Don't over-exaggerate BC, it wasn't even 3 minutes. Now let's go!" I responded quickly.

We arrived at the bank in record time, as it turns out, the robbers were those three idiots that tried to pose as us when we were younger. They weren't dressed as us now, thank goodness, but they did have some big guns, not that that would make much of a difference.

"So, how's about we do this nice an easy so's nobody has to get hurts, what'd ya say? Eh, Sweet Cheeks?"

Of all the revolting, dimwitted things to say! I DESPISE pet names. These bad guys never learn, do they?

"Bubbles, the civilians! Buttercup, the weaponry! I'll handle the crooks! Go Girls!" I commanded promptly.

And so, it was done. Bubbles got all the people out unharmed, Buttercup took out their weapons with no trouble at all, and I bagged the criminals effortlessly.

When it was all over the people cheered and thanked us, then we were on our way back home to sleep a little bit more. Not even 2 minutes in the house and the Hotline went off again, this time it was a monster.

I could tell this was going to be a looong Saturday, and it was.

We destroyed 4 gigantic monsters, each harder and meaner than the one before. Arrested 8 robbers, stopped the GanGreen Gang from shoplifting 6 times, beat 3 of Mojo's robots, calmed down Fuzzy when he was in his berserker mood twice, halted the Amoeba Boys in attempting to do bad, and went to open the Mayor's pickle jar eleven times. That's not including, helping the elderly cross the street, getting multiple cats down from multiple trees, breaking up about 20 fights, making sure children don't get hit by any cars, putting out many fires, and helping to rebuild the buildings that the monsters destroyed.

At the end of the day we were all pretty pooped but we still had to patrol the city.

I sent Bubbles and Buttercup home on account that Bubbles had a charity event tomorrow and BC had to go to work at the gym early in the morning. (I only worked on weekdays)

"You'll call if you need us, right?" Buttercup asked, she's so overprotective.

"Yes, I will. Now go home, you need your sleep." I replied reassuringly.

"Alright, night Bloss." She yawned tiredly then flew towards home. (Bubbles had already flown home as soon as I gave her the okay.)

"Night." I responded then checked my watch, 9 pm.

I flew around for an hour making sure my city was safe, I was just about to call it a night when I heard some crashing and clanging sounds coming from an alleyway. I decided to go make sure it wasn't a mugger or something, though it could just be a cat. (Cliché, I know.)

I touched down outside the alley and started walking into it, it was very dark but it was no problem to my super-powered eyes. I walked to a corner and peer around it, being careful not to be spotted.

It was a boy, he was tall and muscular, with unruly hair going down to his mid-back, he was wearing a red hoodie, baggy black jeans with chains hanging off of them, and red converse. His back was to me, he was yelling incomprehensible words while kicking trash cans across the alleyway.

I was just about to turn around and leave when he kneeled down and started clutching at his head. I started carefully going towards him until he formed one of his hands into a fist and punched the brick wall, hard, I heard a sickening crack and flinched. He moved his hand and . . .

There was an indention in the wall where his fist was previously and it was cracked in four different places.

Wait . . .

A red hoodie?

Someone who can punch a wall and be completely unfazed?

That's when I notice him picking something up off the ground and placing it on top of his, well now that I look closer, dark auburn hair.

It's a backwards baseball cap.

His signature red baseball cap.

Uh-oh.

There's only one person I know who wears his hat like that.

The Leader of the RowdyRuff Boys, the Bludgeoner, and the bane of my existence; literally.

Brick Jojo.

I spun around quickly and was about to take off when his dark chuckle filled my ears and made me stop in my tracks.

"Well well well Little Red, aren't you a long way from home?" his deep, raspy voice bounced mockingly off the walls around me.

I turn and come face to face with my worst enemy, I look up to see his smirking lips and then up farther to meet his ominously glowing blood red eyes, and the only thought that runs through my mind is . . .

Crap.

End Chapter 1

A/N: Well, that's the end of the first chapter of my first multi-chapter story.

Comments are appreciated, I look forward to hearing (reading) what you guys think.

Thanks for reading!

Until next time.

~Ash141