The Rowdypunk Boys
Written by the L. Sister
Hey, fellow fanfiction writers! I know I'm not nearly as good an author as my sister, (Psst – she never reads my stuff, so don't tell her I said that, please ^^) but this is my…third fan fiction! So hopefully, it's half way decent.
First of all, I'd like to warn you on a few things before you read the story, so nobody gets confused. To begin with, I know absolutely nothing about the Powerpunk Girls…except for who they are and what they look like. This story is written completely off of my imagination. If anyone has any complaints about the characters, please keep this in mind.
Also, the Rowdypunk boys are original characters. If you have such a need as to use them in another story, please ask my permission before doing so. Thank you!
The Rowdypunk boys are the only thing I own in this story. Everything else belongs to not me. Thank you for reading this ever-so-long beginning. I know how tedious these things are, lol. So, without further interruption, here's my story. Hope you like it.
-L. Sister
P.S. Reviews would be much appreciated.
Chapter 1
Hidden in an underground lair, a strange person rested in the corner of the earthy burrows. He was intensely at work with a determined glare chiseled across his face. He wore long black boots and feminine clothing.
His name is Him. No one is quite sure why they call him that, and nobody even dares to speak of his real name. All they know is that his deeds and character are classified as nothing more than pure evil.
"Finally!" he exclaimed, while pushing himself away from his work. "My difficult and sufferable plan has finally been constructed!"
Him smiled monstrously at a rusty black cauldron sitting in the middle of a stone table. The cauldron almost covered the whole space, and an eerie smoke rose from the edges. However, this smoke seemed sluggish and dead, for it immediately sunk to the ground as soon as it floated over the top of the pot.
"It took me ages to find this, and now I finally have it! After weeks of following after those wretched little brats, it's finally all mine!" Him held up a soda bottle filled to the brim with a black substance. "He put up quite a fight, didn't he? Maybe more than his other brothers, but even that couldn't save him from my power!"
Him turned his attention to a demon standing behind him. "You!" He ordered. "Get the ingredients! We don't have much time, now."
Him returned his gaze to the little clear bottle dangling in his claws. "She was strong too, wasn't she? But not strong enough! She didn't even notice me following her for weeks and weeks at a time. Finally, her stupidity led me to it: down into the lab where they keep their precious little concoction, Chemical X!"
The demon returned with a paper bag held shut with a clothes pen. Him snatched it from the demon and rested it upon the table next to the brewing cauldron.
"Now that I have both forms of Chemical X mixed together, I can concentrate it into a potency so powerful; it will create the ultimate rivals for the girls. One so strong, that no one can ever defeat it, one so great that even the Powerpuff Girls will bow in humility to these mighty opponents."
Him let out a wicked laugh, as he began stirring the contents in the cauldron. After a few seconds, the villain slowed to a stop, and rested the mixing tool on the edge of the pot. Reaching for his bottle of nuclear chemicals, Him chuckled with happiness and stared into the pot of liquid.
After pulling the cork out of the bottle, Him tipped the container onto its side, allowing the black fluid to exit its glass prison into the cauldron. As the last drop poured into the mixture, a dim red light flickered inside the fusion. Neon green excess bubbled over the sides of the pot, revealing a scorching brew of compounds.
"Now that the Chemical X is concentrated, we have one final step." Him reached for the paper bag of ingredients and ripped the clothes pen off without reconsideration.
Out he pulled a long, grey tail with course fur draping over the ends, a massive snail, and a bag full of fur. "The ingredients didn't take nearly as long to collect. Let's see, do I have it all? The tail of a wolf, an African Giant Snail, and just a little bit of lion fur."
Him dangled the ingredients over the pot, more than ready to see his results. After laughing hysterically once again, he dropped the contents into the pot and waited eagerly for the outcome.
There was silence. Nothing happened for a moment, and all that could be heard was the sound of the brew boiling from its cauldron. Him tiptoed over to the table, and peeked his head cautiously over the side of the pot.
Suddenly, the cauldron shot into the air and burst into pieces, throwing Him across the cavern, and deep into the wall. Force shot out from the explosion in waves. The energy bounced off the walls of the earth and vibrated throughout the whole area.
When everything finally started to calm down, Him jumped away from his spot in the wall, and peeked through the smoke of the explosion. Stalactites shattered on the ground among the rubble of the cave.
Suddenly, Him spotted three shadows bobbing up and down by his feet. He looked up and saw three little boys floating carelessly in the air above his head. One had long blonde hair, which brushed across his face, and covered his eyes. He wore a navy blue shirt. Another had red hair, which was mostly covered by a crimson fedora hat settled on his head. His shirt was the same color as his hat, and the last one had black hair spiked into a Mohawk, with the tips dyed dark green. His shirt was the same color as his hair. Each boy had their arms crossed, and wore dark blue jeans, with a black stripe across their shirts.
Him smiled menacingly as he beheld the sight of his new minions. "Yes! The plan is finally complete! After a month of preparing, and plotting, it's finally done! Hahaa. Hahaa. HAHAHAHAHA!"
The boys stared at Him blankly, wondering who this stranger was, and what he wanted. The redhead lifted one of his eyebrows in confusion, and turned to his brothers.
"Hey, who's that guy?"
"He looks like a mutant…crab-man!" The blonde spat.
"Let's go beat him up!" The boy with the Mohawk suggested energetically.
"Yeah!" agreed his brothers.
The red head boy zoomed towards Him in less than a split second. A wave of blood red light streamed behind him, which blew a hole deep into the cavern wall, just from the energy of his flight! He stopped almost as easily as he started right in front of Him. The boy drew back his fist in an attempt to knock him right in the face. However, Him caught the boy's hand in his claw, before he could hit.
"Nu, uh, uh!" Him snickered. "You boys don't understand who I am."
"Yeah we do," the blonde interrupted while he and his brother sank onto the ground. "You're the mutant crab-man guy who created us."
"Not only that," Him added, trying not to be surprised by their unusual intelligence. "I'm also your father, and I've created you for a reason. You are to kill the three worse, pathetic little brats…" Him clenched his claws together at the thought of the three girls. "The Powerpuff Girls." He continued calmly.
The three boys stood in silence, completely unconcerned with anything they just heard. The black haired boy yawned in boredom, while elevating his hand across his mouth.
"Do you guys care about any of this?" the red head questioned spitefully.
"Nope, not really," the blonde responded. The black haired boy shook his head slowly as if he was going to fall asleep.
"The Powerpuff Girls do nothing but good," Him continued. "They fight crime and evil with the aid of their powers, but you boys are far more powerful than them. You have the ability to squash those little fools right down to size! And I'll be right there, watching." Him began laughing again just at the thought of the girls suffering under the power of his new creation.
"Ehh, there he goes again," the redhead sighed.
"So, what do you say?" Him asked menacingly.
"I say, we don't care."
"Yup," the blonde approved.
"Wait, what? You don't care…at all?" Him asked questioningly. "The violence, the destruction, the evil? You don't care about any of it?"
"Nope."
"Not really."
"Sounds boring."
"But the Powerpuff…"
"Hey man, listen!" the redhead shouted. "We don't care who you are, or what you're talking about. Nobody tells us what to do!"
"And who exactly do you think you are, little boy?" Him asked sarcastically. All three of the boys floated slowly into the sky.
"The Rowdypunk boys, bub. And the name's Blade, not 'little boy'," answered the red head.
"Bash," the blonde declared.
"Bruise," concluded the black haired one.
Immediately, the Rowdypunk boys shot straight in the air, and busted through the roof of the cavern. Earth went flying throughout the cave, and the walls of the cavern came crumbling to the floor as the energy from the blast echoed off the sides of the cavern.
