This is my first PPG fanfic. In this, the PPG's and RRB's are 15, and are working together. I've been working hard on this, so be nice! I will accept reviews, but if I receive so much as one flame, IT'S CURTAINS! Anyway, read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: The Powerpuff Girls, Rowdyruff Boys, and all related characters belong to Cartoon Network and Craig McCracken. All OC's belong to me.
Chapter 1: Enter the Ultimate Weapon
The C-130 cargo plane cruised through the air, its engines humming almost rhythmically. Inside, in the cargo hold, two armed guards sat, staring at the plane's only cargo: a cryogenic cold sleep pod. In big black letters on the front was written ULTIMATE WEAPON D-9057 CODENAME: DRAKE. Inside the chamber, visible through the glass lid, was what appeared to be a boy in his late teens. He wore a black outfit with silver sleeves and boots, black gloves, and long black hair. On the side were a keypad, and a status monitor, which showed that the boy was in a state of hibernation.
"Man, this guard detail really blows, man!" grumbled one of the guards, glaring at the pod.
His friend nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I can't believe that they asked us to protect a frozen kid, and called it a priority assignment!" he snorted.
Suddenly, one of the boy's fingers twitched. They didn't see that, but they did her the status monitor beeping. "What in the heck?" said one of the guards, looking at the pod in surprise.
Suddenly, the boy's hands closed into fists, his arms began trembling, and his eyes seemed to be tightening as if he were trying to shut out a bright light. The beeping had now become a frenzied flurry of sound, the monitor going haywire.
"Oh, my God, he's waking up!" yelled the other guard, pressing a button that would put them in contact with the pilots. "Guys, we've got a pro--."
He never finished the transmission. As soon as he began speaking, the boy's eyes had popped open, and a bright light had suddenly filled the cargo hold. Seconds later, the plane exploded in a big flash, incinerating every last piece of debris.
"Hey, Brick, check this out!" called Butch.
Brick got up off the tree branch he had been laying on, lost in his thoughts, and went over to where Butch and Boomer were floating in the air above the tree. "What is it, Butch? I was in the middle of a thought," he said, messing with his red cap.
"Take a good look at that, bro!" said Butch, pointing at something. Up in the sky, not too far away, was a big flash of light. It seemed to be an explosion of some kind.
A smile of satisfaction crossed Brick's face. "Well, it seems we have some excitement. Things have been too quiet since the last time we helped the girls clear out the riff-raff," he said, cracking his knuckles.
"So, you think we should go and see if whoever caused that is still there, and say hello?" asked Butch, his eyes narrowed in eagerness.
"But of course, Butch," said Brick, turning to look at Boomer. "What do you say, Boomer?" he asked.
Boomer nodded and replied, "Why not, we've got nothing else to do."
"Okay, boys, let's go say hi!" said Brick, leading his brothers in a charge towards the fading explosion.
When the explosion had completely faded, the boy who had previously been inside the cold sleep pod was now floating in the air, a faint aura of light surrounding his body. His red eyes had a look of cold satisfaction, and his mouth was set in a sinister grin as he took a fresh, cool breath of air, his first since being locked away. He looked at his gloved hands and chuckled. After being caged like an animal, he was free at last. He, Drake, the Ultimate Weapon, was finally free of any who may want to control him.
"Ahh, it feels so good to be out of that cold sleep pod!" he sighed, his voice seeming to pulse with an inner life. "And now, there's nothing that will ever get in my way again, nothing to stop my revenge!"
He suddenly noticed three objects…no, three kids flying through the air to meet him. Curious as to whom they were, he flew over and met them halfway. "Greetings, little boys," he said, regarding them with a careful sweep of his eyes. "Tell me, who are you?" he asked.
"We, my friend, are the Rowdyruff Boys!" said Brick, putting his fists on his hips. "I'm Brick, the leader!"
"I'm Butch, and he's Boomer!" said Butch, motioning to his brother as he mentioned him. Boomer simply nodded, but kept his eyes on Drake.
"Well, what an interesting club name, boys!" said Drake with a smile of contempt. "I am Ultimate Weapon D-9057, but you can call me Drake! Now, what is it that you want, kiddies?"
Instantly, the boys gave Drake icy glares. "Oh, you just made a big mistake, pretty boy!" hissed Brick. "Nobody and I mean nobody calls us that, especially not you!"
"Yeah, allow us to teach you whom you're dealing with!" said Butch as he and his brothers all assumed fighting stances.
Drake snickered and gave them a cold glare, which was totally devoid of any anger; it was just empty, cold malice. "So, you little twerps want a piece of me?" he asked, his voice reflecting the malice in his eyes. "Very well, show me what you got!"
Drake snorted in disappointment. "Jeez, I can't believe how pathetic you guys were. You didn't even last 30 minutes!" he sneered as he kicked a pebble.
Brick, Butch, and Boomer all lay in their respective impact craters where Drake had slammed them after pummeling the living hell out of them. Although still conscious, they could barely move their eyelids. Fighting against the intense pain, Brick sat up to look at Drake, and said, in a cracked voice, "Just what in the hell are you?"
Drake gave him his look of cold contempt. "I'm you're worst nightmare come to life, you little maggot," he hissed. "Now, I have more important things to tend to."
With that, he flew off, surrounded by a brighter light aura.
Brick painfully got to his feet and looked at his brothers. "Do you guys think you can still fly?" he asked, fighting to keep his vision clear.
"Yeah, I think I can," groaned Butch, clutching his side. "What about you, Boomer?" he asked his other brother.
"Well, I think I can make it to wherever we're headed," said Boomer, who sounded like a broken record when someone tries to play it.
"We're headed to Utonium's place," replied Brick. "We've got to warn the girls about this lunatic."
"Here you go, Daddy!" said Bubbles, passing the Professor a recently cleaned plate.
"Thank you, Bubbles," he said, drying the plate and putting it away.
"Well, folks, that does it for the dishes!" said Buttercup with a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "I wonder who that could be?" asked the Professor.
"I'll check, Dad," said Blossom, flying to the door. As she opened it, she said, "Hello, can we-oh, my God in heaven!"
Brick, Butch, and Boomer were on the doorstep, looking like they had been through hell. Brick had a bleeding lip, an eye that was almost swollen shut, and his right arm hung limply at his side, clearly broken. Butch had two black eyes, was missing about three teeth, and he had his right hand clasped over a gash on his left side, which still seemed to be bleeding slightly. Boomer, who seemed to be in the worst shape, had a bad cut on his forehead, a broken left arm, and a badly broken left leg, forcing him to lean on Butch for support. They were all covered with cuts and bruises, and their clothes were torn.
"Please…help us," croaked Brick, collapsing from exhaustion into Blossom's arms.
"Dad, Bubbles, Buttercup, come quickly!" cried Blossom.
When the others rushed to the doorway, they stared in horrified shock. "What in the name of God!" gasped the Professor.
"Butch! Boomer!" cried Bubbles and Buttercup, rushing to the aid of their respective counterparts.
"Don't worry about me, take care of Boomer first!" rasped Butch, gently easing his brother to Bubbles. "Be careful, I think nearly every single one of his ribs is cracked! He can barely breathe!" he cautioned her as Buttercup helped him into the house.
"Girls, get these boys into the lab and get them onto the healing tables immediately!" instructed the Professor, having regained his composure. The girls obeyed, carefully guiding the boys to the lab, all the while begging them to hold on.
"Brick? Brick, please wake up!"
Brick slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to see Blossom seated on his right. "Too…too bright," he moaned, squinting his eyes. Blossom turned down the light over Brick's healing table. "Hey, Blossom, you're a sight for sore eyes," he said with a smile when the light had been dimmed enough.
"Yes, and you are, too," said Blossom, taking a hold of his hand. "You know, we were sure you were the least injured of you and your brothers, but it seems you were right next to Boomer."
Brick blinked. "What do you mean, Blossom?" he asked.
"According to Dad, you had at least two concussions, several partial fractures, and a slough of internal injuries, including internal bleeding," said Blossom.
Brick's eyes suddenly popped open. "Oh, my gosh, Boomer! What happened with him?" he cried out in a panic. He tried to sit up, but sharp stabs of pain from all over his body stopped him in place, causing his breath to come out in ragged gasps. He felt Blossom gently pushing him back to lie down on the table.
"He's going to be fine, and so is Butch," she said soothingly, brushing his bangs with her fingers. "Just rest right now."
Brick didn't say anything, but his smile said everything. "Still, I can't believe that wacko tore us up like that," he said after a while, staring up at the ceiling. "He was like some kind of demon, fighting without any soul. What could have turned him into that?"
Blossom looked right at Brick. "Are you saying you three were beaten by one person?" she asked in astonishment.
Buttercup suddenly burst into the lab. "Hey, leader girl, we've got to go! Some serious hell just broke loose in downtown Townsville!" she yelled.
"Crap, that's the problem with bad guys! They have no consideration for other people's schedules!" groaned Blossom.
"What's the problem?" asked Brick, feeling anxiety building up inside him for some reason.
"No time to chit-chat! We've got to move like a bread truck and haul buns!" hollered Buttercup as she zoomed off.
"I'm sorry, Brick, I have to go," said Blossom, not wanting to leave Brick alone in his condition.
Brick nodded, but gave her a very serious look. "Blossom, be careful out there. There's a chance that it might be that prick that kicked me and my brother's asses. If things start getting out of control, don't be afraid to get out of there," he said.
Blossom leaned close to Brick's face, sending small shivers down both their spines. "I promise everything will be okay. All three of us are going to come back," she said, and not quite knowing what she was doing, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips. After she kissed him, she raced off to join her sisters outside. "Okay, girls, let's get a move on!" she said, hoping to high heaven that she wasn't blushing.
"Just head downtown near the federal reserve district," said Buttercup. "We'll be following right behind you."
"Okay, let's go, girls!" said Blossom as she and her sisters flew off for Townsville.