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Number Three:
Name: Jojo A.K.A Mojo Jojo
Species: Primate
Age: 8 (in human years)
Notable Physical Features: Enlarged brain, green skin
Body Count: 827
Threat Level: Guarded
Number Two:
Name: Lucifer A.K.A. Him
Species: Demon
Age: ?
Notable Physical Features: Red skin, lobster claws
Body Count: 1,012
Threat Level: High
Number One:
Name: Chester H. Utonium A.K.A. Blackheart
Species: Undead Spirit
Age: 12
Notable Physical Features: Silvery hair, purple and yellow eyes
Body Count: 4,789
Threat Level: Severe
9 days after arrival...
"This is Ashley Zacharian reporting live in the ruins of the Townsville Market Street, where a war between the military and a one man army is ravaging this once...semi-peaceful city."
Ashley was a news reporter in her mid-thirties, trying to get the scoop of a lifetime. But instead, she found herself caught in a conflict between heroes, villains, and a seemingly invincible spirit bent on nothing but destruction. Her hazel eyes were swimming with fear, her light blonde hair had dirt tangled withing the knots, and her black trench coat was matted with the blood of civilians.
But she had a job to do: Enter the warzone and get some footage. Buildings down the street and all around town were leveled, destroyed, burnt down. Destroyed tanks, crushed planes, shells of cars, and the dead were just a few of the debris along the street. In the background behind Ashley was a squad of soldiers shooting up at the terrifying monster causing all of this destruction.
She continued, out of breath from running away, "The army...arrived here just hours ago and already they find their air force and ground troops decimated." She looked behind her and shook when a wave of dark energy passing over all of the troops made their heads pop.
Ashley tearfully continued, "This could be the last stand for Townsville. The Powerpuff Girls, now supposed criminals, have teemed up with the town's super villains...And even that doesn't seem to be enough." She took a shuddering breath. The camera pointed up to the top of a building, to which Ashley turned and did the same as a tank rolled in and started firing missiles at this mysterious entity.
On top of a building, Mojo Jojo appeared with his prized ray gun and began to open fire on the indestructible monster. The tank was seemingly crushed by an unknown force and a black energy beam hit Mojo in the chest, knocking him into the sixteenth floor of an office building several blocks down the street.
It would truly be a miracle if he was still alive. Ashley turned back to the camera. "Jack this isn't safe! We need to get out of here! Now!"
The very second the news crew turned to run, they were being pulled back by this monsters. They both started screaming as the camera dropped to the ground, keeping it's still reeling eye on the duo as they were being ripped limb from limb by the off camera super villain.
The sound of something flying overhead was heard and it ceased to pick up the camera. With one hand, this master of death and destruction revealed himself. He was just a boy. Appearing twelve years old, he had a clawed hand wrapped around the camera and another wrapped around the neck of Blossom, the Powerpuff Girl. Her purple eyelids were closed, she looked battered and beaten. Was she dead? Who knows.
But this creature sure was. He looked normal, his apparel consisted of black jeans, black dress shoes, and a black button down short-sleeve shirt with thin white vertical stripes going around. On top of his head rested a black fedora with the same pattern as his shirt. His face was the stuff of nightmares. There was no nose in the center, his two eyes were contrasting colors of yellow and green colored irises, and his mouth was a permanent smile stretching to the corners of these demonic eyes full of razor sharp teeth.
He looked into the lens, grinning with pure joy. "Hellooooo America!" He said in a sing-song voice. It sounded like a grown man with a kind voice, despite appearing as a twelve year old. "You're probably all really mad at me, aren't you? Well? Are ya?" He growled. "Well, I encourage that. I feed off of your hate. It's feels great! The anger...is like an adrenaline rush. It gives me the energy to do...this!" He cocked his head to the side, still looking into the lense, and behind him a building crumbled to the ground.
"Beautiful...just beautiful. Keep sendin' me those nice tanks and planes, would ya kindly? I mean, these things couldn't save you!" He shook Blossom violently in his grasp. "SO WHY SHOULD THEY? !"
He sagged his lips into a poker face, leaned over, and whispered into the lense, "The whole world is gonna burn at the claws of Blackheart. TEE-HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!"
As he cackled like a psychopathic maniac, the camera's picture turned to static when he crushed it in his hand. Then it went to black...
9 days earlier...