My name is Buttercup Utonium and I used be a powerpuff girl back when I was five. However, when I was about seven, crime in Townsville just disappeared. As it turns out, criminals feared my sisters and me so much that one day the criminals stop showing up in Townsville all together. Scared of seven-year-old girls, how sad is that?
All the bad guys I loved beating up when I was a kid just disappeared. Mojo Jojo, Fuzzy Lumpkins, Him, the Gangreen Gang, the Amoeba Boys, Sedusa , Princess Morbucks and even the annoying Rowdyruff Boys disappeared from the face of the planet!
After months of no crime fighting, my sisters used their powers less and less until one day they couldn't use it at all. I, on the other hand, never stopped using my powers. I couldn't accept the fact that I wouldn't be able to use my powers to fight anymore so after the professor and my sisters went to sleep I would fly out the window in the middle of the night and train in the woods. After all, I always wanted to be a great fighter.
However, my sisters and the professor don't know I still have my powers and I don't plan to tell them anytime soon.
Even though we couldn't use our powers anymore, (well, I could but I never used it in front of them.) we still tried our best to protect what's important to us. A lot has happened between when I was five, until now.
For one thing, the professor got married! And no, he did not marry his work or that stupid nerd show he watches; he actually married to a real human female! I was happy that he started dating but I went into shock when I found out whom he was dating. It was Ms. Bellum! The mayor's secretary! Moreover, when I was twelve, she became my mom. She later became the mayor of Townsville when the Mayor retired.
Oh yeah get this, Bubbles became a child model when she was eight! She lived her dream of being America's cutest darling. When she got too old to be a child model, she started working as a professional model. Being the baby in the family, she would cry when the other models were being mean to her out of jealousy. As her older sister I did what I thought was best, I shaved the heads of all the models that dared mess with my sister and replaced their face cream with a mixture of dog pee, mustard, pizza oil, trash and a few drop of acid I found in the professor lab. Those ex-models won't be showing their faces to the world for a long time.
Bubbles would sometimes drag me to her photo shoots and force me to be a model with her! I don't want to remember those memories; Bubbles knew I wouldn't do it willingly so she hired an army of make-up artist and hairstylist to attack me! Those were the last days I wore a dress or skirt of any kind.
Blossom became a super genius prodigy at the age of seven, after the crime stopped in Townsville. She would always use big words to confuse me and Bubbles then escape the room before we remembered that it was her turn to do chores. During elementary, middle and high school, she would read every book in the library and demand the school to buy more.
She made the professor so proud when she won the nerd of the year award – ah – I mean the brain of the year award (not that it makes much difference; they both mean the same thing). She was in every academic event in town, would usually drag me and Bubbles with her. Sadly, the professor discovered that I had a photograph memory (which I somehow developed around the time when I was thirteen) and he would force me to study with Blossom. Therefore, everything Blossom knew, I did too.
Years went by and Blossom skipped a couple grades, becoming the world's most successful scientist by the time I went to college. Bubbles however, decided to stop going to school after high school and work as a full time model in New York City.
The professor argued against this but when Bubbles broke into tears, he gave up. As for me, the professor discovered that I was offered a scholarship to Harvard and he forced to go. I didn't mind going, Harvard was such a fancy school, that the food must be good there. The only problem was that the people there was stuck up and always brag about how much money they had or how smart they were. It took every fiber of my being not to hit those stuck up kids in the face when they took their gloating too far. Even then, I still snuck out every night to train and use my powers freely. It rather became a habit for me.
Even though my sisters and I were far apart from each other, we were still close as could be. Bubbles insisted that we video chat every night (thankfully I didn't have I roommate so I could talk for hours until it was time for me to sneak out). One night, I was twenty years old at the time, Blossom was acting strange, I didn't think much about it but I regretted it the following morning. Everyone was talking about it, and someone even showed me the newspaper and asked if I knew anything about it. I can still remember what it said; stupid photographic memory!
In bold letters, the headline said 'Blossom Utonium, leading scientist of our generation, runs away with unknown lover in the middle of the night.' I didn't even know she was dating! I was hurt that she was keeping something from us.
At the same time, I stop accepting Bubbles video chat request. It just didn't feel right with only the two of us video chatting because our bossy sister wasn't there. Five years past since that day and I still haven't heard from or talked to my sisters at all. I'm twenty-five now, and I'm not famous like my sisters. I live in a small apartment in Florida. The landlord was a big fan of the Powerpuff girls so when he figured out I was Buttercup he let me stay in the apartments for free.
I don't like the idea of getting special treatment because I was a powerpuff a long time ago but I really needed place to stay. I'm walking out of the supermarket right now, after buying a few instant noodles because I'm low on money, plus their cheap.
I was fired from another job, again. I sighed. I usually work as a waitress in different restaurants around town but I always fired for one reason. Some of the male customers can't keep their hands to themselves.
And that's when I snap.
Most of them get away with a few broken bones but the recent ones got too scared and ended up throwing themselves out the nearest windows.
I felt something bounce off the back of my head and land in my shopping bag. I looked and pulled out a tennis ball. What the-?
"Excuse me, miss" a male voice called. I turned around and saw a blonde running towards. He was wearing a tennis outfit. White, short-sleeved tennis shirt, white tennis short, a pair white tennis shoes and a tennis racket in his hand. I guess no one told this guy that there isn't a place in the area to play tennis.
"That tennis ball is mine." He said. I shrugged and tossed it to him, walking away without saying a word. In the corner of my eye, I saw him run up next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and I immediately jabbed my elbow into his side and moved in front of him to face him.
"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed. Something was off. When I jabbed his side, his side didn't feel right. He must be wearing padding under his shirt. It was a little obvious now that I looking at him, the padding made it look like he had abs but his arms and legs were slightly skinny. He whistled, cutting off my train of thought.
"You know," he said seductively. "If I saw you naked, I would die happy." I felt my stomach turn. Not another one! Why do I always attract the stupid and perverted ones?
"And if I saw you naked, I would die laughing." I retorted, annoyed. He looked angry but that only made me smirk in victory. His watch beeped.
"Look at that," he said, pointing at his watch. "I'm late to meet a friend for a game of tennis." As he ran away from me, I noticed that he put the tennis ball in his shirt.
"Weirdo." I said under my breath. I walked away but after I turned a corner on my way to my apartment, I heard a car screech and screams. I quickly threw my shopping bag behind a bush and ran towards the incident. My curiosity always gets the best of me.
When I got there, I saw the body of the perverted tennis player lying in the middle of the street nearby a black van. It was as if the car hit him but the way the body lying so close to the car doesn't look right.
His body was slightly twisted. His side was lying on his arm while the other arm was twisted upward; the palm of his hand was point towards the sky. The police stood there, just staring at the body. What are they doing just standing there!
"Officer Roger!" I yelled at the head policeman. We had more than one run-in with each other since I moved here. To be honest, he's been like a second father to me – well – after the seventeenth or eighteenth time he threaten to throw me in jail for beating up perverted customers.
He still scolds me when I injured them because they can't keep their hands to themselves but afterwards he invites me to have dinner with his family. He once sent me to his daughter's room as punishment for breaking a vase. In my defense, it was more his son's fault then mine!
"What are you doing just standing there?" I asked. "Wait, you're not scared of a dead body are you, Shirley?" Some of the other officers snickered. Shirley is Officer Roger's first name and I call him that to tease him sometimes.
"Well look who we have here." Officer Roger sighed. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"
"Many, many time but you know me." I said with a slight smirk. "I never listen. So, why aren't you guys investigating the body like they do in TV instead of standing around like idiots?"
"We can't go near the body or the car because of that." Officer Roger said and pointed to a sign on the side of the car. 'E.V' was painted sloppily on the side of the car in red.
"We were ordered that if we ever see those letters in a crime scene or incident, we can't do anything and wait for 'them' to show up." He explained.
"WHAT KIND OF IDIOT WOULD GIVE THAT KIND OF ORDER!" I screamed, causing some of the surrounding policemen to flinch. Everyone knows that if I'm mad, it's best to be afraid. Yes, be very afraid.
"That would be me," a low voice said behind me. I turned around and saw a man in a white suit and black tie step out of a dark colored car. Two guys followed behind him. One of them had dark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, while the other one had messy black hair and his green eyes. Strangely, those two guys looked very familiar.
"Do you have a problem with the way we work, little miss?" the man in the white suit asked as he walked up to me, his chest a few centimeters away from my face. This guy is tall! He's like seven feet tall and I could tell that he has huge muscles under that white suit. I sighed.
"Ok one, I'm not little, you're just huge." I said, slightly annoyed. I don't like being called 'little miss'. "And two, I do have a problem with the way you work. Someone was just hit by a car! He needs an ambulance but because of your order, he didn't get one!" I yelled at him, my hand gesturing towards the body. He took a step back and scanned me then let out a hearty laugh, the two guys behind him had a confused look on their face.
"What's so funny?" I glared at him. As he laughed, he patted my head then ruffled my hair. He's treating me like a kid!
"Nothing, you just reminded me of some boys I met a long time ago." He said and looked towards the two guys who were investigating the car and the body.
"Butch," he called the guy with black hair. "Check the body's pulse." The guy with black hair walked over the body and checked the pulse of the hand that was pointing upward. 'Butch', why does that name sounds so familiar? I closed my eyes and scanned my memory bank.
"ROWDYRUFF BOYS!" I exclaimed loudly when I remembered. Butch and the blond, who I'm sure is Boomer, flinched and looked at me. The man in the white suit blinked in surprised.
"How did you figure out that they were the Rowdyruff boys? They haven't used that name for twenty years and they hardly look the way they did when they were kids." The man in the white suit asked. Boomer and Butch glared at me. My stupid photographic memory, now I have made new enemies out old enemies. I sighed.
"I have a photographic memory that's how I figured out it was them." I replied. "I met them and their brother, Brick, twenty years ago." I said. Boomer and Butch looked confused. I sighed.
"Try to remember a certain black haired powerpuff." As I said this, Butch's eyes widen and Boomer's jaw dropped.
"Buttercup?" Butch questioned. I nodded and Boomer jaw dropped lower. I don't see why they're so surprised. I still have the same green eyes and short black hair. Heck, I still wear the same shade of green in all my outfits. Oh yeah, they probably didn't recognize me because it has been so long, and because I have curves now.
"Most people call me BC. Long time no see." I chuckled. "I'm guessing you guys stopped being villains." They nodded, shock never leaving their faces. The man in the white suit only studied me but I didn't mind since I was too busy enjoying the look on Butch's face. I don't think his eyes can get any wider.
"So Butch is that guy still alive?" I asked, snapping Butch out of his shock. He shook his head. I stared at the body with a serious look on my face. This doesn't seem right, I noticed that the hand was slightly paler then the rest of the body. I continued to stare at the body as Butch, Boomer and the man in the white suit started talking.
"This doesn't make sense. We been trailing 'E.V' for years and just when we thought we discover a pattern in locations, this random incident happens with their signature on it." Butch let out a heavy sigh and leaned against a lamppost. The three men looked deep in thought and didn't notice me leaving. The police officers left and Officer Roger was leaving, but before he entered the highway, I ran in front of his police car. He slammed the brakes.
"Buttercup, have you gone completely crazy? I could have run over you!" he yelled, but it was slightly muffled because he was in the car. I walked to the passenger seat window and tapped on the glass, signaling him to roll down the window.
"Yo Officer Roger, can I have my birthday present early?" I asked. He looked shocked at me but quickly recovered and tried to act innocent.
"What makes you think I have a birthday present for you? Your birthday is two months away." He said with innocent eyes. A smirk appeared on my face as I placed my hands on my hips.
"We both know that your wife isn't very good at keeping secrets." I commented. We stared at each other for a while and he let out a heavy sigh in defeat. Victory is mine!
"It's in the back." He said. Officer Roger is the kind of person who buys birthday presents months before. I opened the trunk and found a green birthday bag. I pulled out a green and black police belt but it only had pepper spray, a taser gun, two handcuff cases with handcuffs in them, and a small green pistol, just what I always wanted. I closed the trunk and ran up to Officer Rogers, giving him a hug.
"Thank you!" I said as I put the belt on. I have a feeling that I'll be needed this.
"Ok, how did my wife know I bought you a police belt?" he asked.
"She didn't. I figured that out on my own." I answered with a grin. He sighed with a smile as he ruffled my hair. Ok, first the man in the white suit and now Officer Roger! I'm not a kid so why does everyone ruffle my hair as if I was one? He drove off and I went back to the crime scene.
"What are you doing here? I thought you went home." Boomer said, slightly annoyed. I shrugged and walked past him.
"This doesn't seem right to me, so I'm not leaving until I figure out why." I said and scanned the scene. "Hey I got a question. You said that the incident had 'E.V' signature on it. What exactly is their signature?"
"Why would we tell you?" Butch replied rudely. I glared at him but before I could say anything, the man in the white suit held up his hand, catching our attention.
"Why do you wish to know?" he asked me. I let out a heavy sigh and placed both hands on my hips.
"I honestly don't know why but this scene bothers me. I can't put my finger on it but something isn't right here and I'm not leaving until I figure it out!" I replied stubbornly. I stared at the man in the white suit's eyes for a while and he gave in. Victory is mine once again!
"Tell her." He said. "Who knows, she might be able to help." Boomer and Butch stared at him in disbelief but the turned their eyes towards me.
"'E.V' is an organization of villains. We don't know what they're after but they always leave their signature in a scene of a crime or incidents that they were involved in." Butch said.
"Their signature are two things, a death and the letter's 'E.V' painted somewhere in the scene. Up until now, we thought we found a pattern in location where their signature appears but this incident proves otherwise." Boomer said with a sigh. I closed my eyes and scanned my memory bank..
"I get it." I whispered loud enough for Butch, Boomer and the man in the white suit to hear me. "It finally makes sense!"
"What are you talking about?" Boomer asked.
"It all finally makes sense!" I said cheerfully. Butch grabbed my shoulders. Stop shaking me! I can feel my brain rattling in my head!
"What makes sense? He asked, impatiently as he shook me back and forth. "Just spit it out!" Boomer patted his shoulder, signaling him to stop shaking me.
"He isn't dead." I said, recovering from my brain hitting against my skull. The three men had shocked expressions on their faces.
"Listen to me very closely BC," Butch said, his eyes filled with pity, I frowned. "I checked his pulse, I know for a fact that he's dead. I can only imagine how hurt you must feel since your boyfriend just died but-" Butch was cut off by my sudden fit of laughter.
"Boyfriend? Ha ha ha, good one!" I laughed until my stomach hurt. I noticed their shocked faces and I laughed harder. "Oh, you were, ha ha ha, serious? BAH HA HA HA HA!" I leaned against their car. Stomach hurts . . . laughing too hard . . . need air!
"What makes you think that this creep is my boyfriend?" I asked as I slowly stopped laughing. Boomer was the first to speak up.
"Well, in most cases there's always a girl who says that the guy they like isn't dead and break into tears later on." Boomer explained. "So we kind figured that-" I held up my hand to cut him off.
"I only met him a little while ago and there's no way I'll fall for that kind of idiot." I said with a grin as I crossed my arms.
"Then can you explain why you said that he isn't dead?" The man in the white suit asked. "We have eyewitnesses that said that a car going in top speed when it hit the man I don't think anyone can survive that."
"He was wearing padding under his shirt." I said.
"And how would you know that?" Butch asked rudely. He almost sounded jealous.
"I will explain. I met him in front of the market when his tennis ball hit my head. He put his arm around me and I jabbed his side with my elbow and immediately realized that he was wearing padding under his shirt. It made him look like he had great abs but if you look closely you'll notice that his arms and legs are too skinny to support that kind of abs. he also said that he was late to meet a friend for a game of tennis but there isn't a place to play tennis in a twenty-five mile radius. His body is too close to the car which indicates that he knew the car coming and he braced himself for the impact by grabbing the car when it hit him and letting go when it came to a stop."
"That's an interesting theory but if what you said is true then he would be alive. Butch checked his pulse and discovered that he was dead." Boomer said, stating a fact. I only smirked.
"When he ran off to 'met a friend', I noticed him putting the tennis ball in his shirt. I didn't think anything about it at the time but that's how he fooled Butch into believing that he was dead." I said, confidently.
"Can you explain how putting a tennis ball down his shirt was able to fool me into thinking he was dead?" Butch asked, sounded interested in what I had to say.
"If you put a tennis ball in your armpit and squeeze it really hard, it will temporarily stop the blood flow in your arm also causing it to temporarily stop someone's pulse. I figured it out when I noticed that tennis ball was missing." They nodded in agreement and the man in the white suit stared in awe at me.
"And how are you going to prove it for real? If your theory is correct then he might be dangerous if we get to close." Boomer said.
"Leave it to me." I whispered as I faced the body. "All you guys do is stand around and do nothing! While you guys are socializing, I could be practicing my shooting with this new pistol Officer Roger gave me!" I pouted loudly. Butch figured what I was doing and immediately played along.
"Sorry about that miss," he said loud enough for the 'dead' guy to hear him. "We're forcing you to stay here while you could be out shooting. Hey, here's an idea. You can practice your shooting by aiming at the dead body over there." We saw the body twitch and evil smirks appeared on both Butch's faces and mine.
"Really?" I gasped, "That would be wonderful!" Butch and I had a hard time trying not to laugh. I pointed the pistol at one of the tires of the car that hit the 'dead' guy. I shoot the pistol, causing a loud 'bam'. My ears were ringing, I didn't think it would be so loud, but on the bright side, the 'dead' guy moved out of his spot. Told you he was alive!
"Gottcha!" I said with a smirk. The tennis guy glared at me angrily but then he suddenly bursts out laughing. Huh, not the reaction I was suspecting.
"I'm exposed." He said. His voice sounded different, almost attractive. "I guess I don't have to hide behind a disguise anymore." With that, his appearance changed. His short blonde hair turned long, black and wavy. His eyes turned green as his skin turned a bit tanner His white tennis clothes turned into red pants and a black shirt that wasn't button so it showed off his six-pack abs.
"Like what you see?" he asked me. I glared at him. He looked like a male version Sedusa. "I can't stay but I hope see you in my bed soon." He said and he suddenly flew up to me and kissed my cheek. Butch, Boomer and the man in the white suit stared in shock while I completely lost it.
I punched his stomach with my super strength and sent him crushing against a building. I used my superpowers to beat him up, it felt good to use my powers in public again but I didn't notice since I was too busy beating the crap out of him. Butch and Boomer used their superpowers to hold me back but they were having a hard time.
"Buttercup calm down!" Butch said. The guy I was beating up flew away in a hurry. NO! COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET! After a while, Butch and Boomer let me go.
"Who was that jerk! If I see him again, I'll turn his body inside out!" I yelled.
"I don't understand. I thought the Powerpuff girls lost their powers a long time ago." The man in the white suit said. I flinched. I guess it time the truth came out.
"My sisters lost their powers but I didn't." I said coldly, glaring at him as I crossed my arms.
"Well, I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it so I leave that topic alone, for now." he said. "And I have a small request from you." I gave him a questioning look.
"I'm Mr. Dj and I would like you to work at my detective agency and work with Boomer and Butch on cases and help us find 'E.V'."
"WHAT!" all except Mr. Dj yelled in surprised. He gave me his card. It read 'Detective Inc. where our entire working detectives are willing to help you solve your mysteries.' My eyes widen. Detective Inc. is in the middle of America and the detectives that work there go all around the world to solve impossible problems and solve crime cases.
"We are willing to pay you a great amount of money; from what I seen today you have the right stuff in becoming a great detective!" he said. While Butch and Boomer protest, I looked at the card. It's been so long since I was able to help anybody. Moreover, who knows, being a detective could be once in a lifetime offer. I chuckled, grabbing the guy's attention. I look at them and smiled.
"Detective BC at your service!"
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