Once upon a time, there was a brilliant man named Professor David Hardly. Now, David wasn't just a brilliant man, he was a genius beyond belief. By age eighteen David had become a celebrity for developing a vaccine to cure a virus which had plagued the world for nearly a year, resulting in untold casualties.
When his daughter, Kristen Hardly—who was every bit as brilliant as he—turned eight, together they constructed what became known across the world as "The Tower of Heaven". This tower was equipped to control hundreds of military satellites in the atmosphere, which had the power to watch crime, fire destructive lasers to neutralize evil armies, and even prevent natural disasters. Essentially, the tower had the power to control the world, yet only served as an eternal peacekeeper under the command of David.
David and Kristen built this tower in a city known as Okyto City, which became known as the safest city in the world. The world had achieved a state of Elysian bliss, and it seemed as though nothing could possible interrupt its dream-like state. This world, is where our story begins…
Powerpunk Girls Z
Episode 1- The Black Lights Fall!
By Aku Blossom
"Motomi! Wake up! You're going to be late for school!" Thirteen-year-old Motomi Atsumi opened her weary red eyes and looked around blankly. Her dimly lit, blandly decorated room greeted her and not for the first time in her life she wished she'd woken to towers of flame and the devil's laughter. Motomi sat up and groaned painfully, brushing her red hair away from her face. Glaring at the clock she couldn't help feeling more unsettled.
"Late for school…" She muttered as she stared at the ticking read-out on her uselessly old-fashioned clock. "It's five in the morning, Mother, school doesn't start until 8…" Motomi collapsed back in bed and jerked the thin sheet over her face, shivering from the exposure to the cold air outside of her moderately comfortable cotton cocoon.
Heavy footsteps pounded in her head, and she prayed her mother would just pass by her room; yelling was always better than a physical confrontation. No luck; however, for her door was thrust open and her angry mother walked in, ripping the sheet away from her.
"What did I tell you, Motomi? Get up this instant!" Motomi winced and put on a fake look of apology, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, pulling uncomfortably at her ridiculously heavy nightgown.
"Yes, Mother," She murmured, trying her best to sound sincere. Heavy anticipation hung like a foul stench in the air as her overweight parental figure glared at her for some time, before nodding and leaving the room—of course, she made a note to slam the door behind her to further prove her distaste with her only child. Motomi, in response, clutched her now throbbing head and inwardly growled as she readied herself for another day.
To say that Motomi Atsumi disliked her mother was an understatement. Even now, as she made the rigorous trek to the Okyto City Middle School, she wore a harsh reminder of her least favorite of people. Atsumi-san was a deeply religious individual…actually, that downplayed the sheer abusive nature of her devotion. She was a fanatic who could scarcely see anything of worth in her only daughter, other than the many faults that needed correcting.
One of those faults being Motomi's "sinful and blasphemous" addiction to anime, the darker side particularly. Saying that Motomi lived to discover and idolize new villains in manga and anime would also be an understatement. Much like her dream to wake up in Hell, Motomi would give nearly anything to be likened to the villains she worshiped. Her darkest desire was to hear children arguing over who was more evil, Atsumi Motomi or Frieza? The thought gave her shivers.
Okay, those desires and thoughts probably didn't disprove her mother's hateful thoughts, but her zealous behavior had been what caused this influx of evil thought within Motomi. Forcing a number of harsh disciplines and rules upon her, making her suffer excessively for any evil no matter how small or insignificant, threatening her with Hell's fire just because she'd reached puberty…it all made Motomi's blood boil!
And to top it all off, she was only allowed to wear this ridiculous symbol of her Catholic mother's oppression to school every day. A typical Catholic school girl uniform, with a red top and red plaid skirt. Complete with stockings and uncomfortable shoes. It was a sickening display, one she was often teased about, and was made worse by her inability to tie back her long hair to keep it out of her face.
"I'd send my soul to Hell for a ribbon or something…but no, that'd be too flashy," She grumbled, tightening her grip on her school bag. A brief lapse of rationality caused her to throw it hard against the nearest surface, which happened to be a store window. Motomi froze in terror, realizing what she had done. Thankfully she wasn't that strong, and the throw hadn't damaged the glass. It had, however, left a significant scratch. Fearing repercussion, she grabbed her bag and took off down the street as the owner stepped outside to yell at her.
"Get back here, you punk!" Like that'll happen, Motomi thought and increased her speed. Finally her stamina ran out, and she collapsed on a bench near a bus stop. The man hadn't followed her, thankfully, probably because she hadn't caused any serious harm. Motomi's chest was burning and her breaths came in long, painful drags.
"Oh God, I'm such an idiot..." Motomi glanced up and saw a clock hanging across the street. She still had about a half hour before school would start; she had the time to catch her breath. Unfortunately, she couldn't shake her fear of the storekeeper, and hurriedly rose and headed for school. The air today was unnaturally hot, and she could feel her blood boiling already.
"This is going to be an awful day…mou…"
The grid iron holding cell which stripped her of the miniscule freedom she had for most of the day was no different than she'd expected. Ridicule from her peers, sabotage to her projects and theft of her assignments had her spiraling into a state of enmity by lunchtime.
And as always, her lunch consisted of a cheap homemade sandwich on bread she despised and filled with a meat-like substance she'd never been able to stomach. This, of course, meant another forty-five minutes of starving herself. Feeling more upset than usual, Motomi opted to walk about the campus than deal with the jeering comments of her peers.
Her journey led her out the front door, which was left surprisingly unguarded, and to the bottom stoop of the entryway. There she sat, praying to the vengeful God her mother worshiped that she could just be left alone for a small time. No such luck came when a sharp pain shot down her spine. She looked down and saw that a rock had been flung at her. She swallowed and rubbed her eyes, fighting back the urge to cry.
Motomi stood and turned around, backing away when she realized that the rock had been thrown by Rimoura Genji, the biggest jerk in her class. Genji was an unrepentant bully, plain and simple, singling her out for the butt of his many harmful—and more often than not, violent—activities. Given that he was easily twice her size and always accompanied by at least three other boys only a fraction smaller than he was, Motomi really never had any hope of defending herself.
"Hey, Wastoid, why aren't you eating? Are you fasting? Did you make God mad?" He snickered and his trio of cohorts laughed as well. He never missed a chance to make fun of her outfit, and her mother. Motomi became more aware of the heat stinging her eyes and again prayed she could be left alone.
"Leave me alone…" She mumbled, staring down at her feet and mentally pleading the Earth to split wide and devour her. No such luck, as Genji advanced on her and bumped her violently, knocking her to the ground. The heat in her eyes was unbearable now and what little dignity she'd ever attained fled as she began sobbing. This of course, merely made Genji more aggressive.
"Aw poor little bitch, she's crying. Why don't you ask an angel to kiss it better?" Motomi climbed to her feet, just to be shoved back down again. Now the floodgates had opened wide and she was blubbering pathetically. She then noticed that Genji had found a stick lying nearby and hysteria swept her thoughts, perhaps induced by the unnatural heat. Her mind fell into an anxious haze and in a fear ridden state she did the only thing she could comprehend: Motomi ran. Genji looked up in shock and turned to his friends.
"Huh? Where's she running to?" They could only shrug, as Motomi's pace increased and she charged further from her hellish entrapment designed to force her education.
"Daddy! I've got the calculations you wanted about the meteor." Dr. Hardly turned from his work station and smiled at his daughter. Even at eight years old everyone could tell she was going to grow up to be a very beautiful young woman. Kristen had long black hair, down to her knees even, with onyx eyes that sparkled in the light. Wearing a child's size laboratory smock, she looked darling in her father's eyes.
"Thank you, Kristen-chan," David slid his chair across the marble flooring and looked at the screen before him, as he pulled Kristen onto his lap. She giggled and looked up at the still young Dr. Hardly. David's hair was black and neat as can be, with a distinguished gray starting to develop lining his ears and around the back of his head. His own black eyes also sparkled, not unlike Kristen's, and it was often said the two couldn't look more alike.
"Hm…this is interesting…the meteor is heading for Earth. It's a tad too big though, it will get through the Mesosphere with little damage done to it. This could pose a serious problem," Kristen was shocked, and it showed clearly when she looked up to her father. David; however, only smiled and shook his head, typing in a few calculations of his own.
"Not to worry, Ten-chan, we can destroy it before it enters the atmosphere. Hm…we don't have much Chemical X left to spare after those last few experiments. Would you mind fetching the re-calibrated Chemical X? What was it you called it?" Kristen bounced up, off of his lap and beamed at him.
"Chemical Z! I'll get it Daddy!" Scurrying away, David could help laughing at her enthusiasm, before his mood sobered and he returned his attention to the read out. His left eye changed, becoming solid red as a mechanism within it readjusted his sight, allowing him to see the meteor on a different level.
"This meteor isn't natural…it gives off the most terrifying black aura." Hearing Kristen return, he quickly returned his eye to its normal form and smiled as she entered, steadily carrying the large container marked "Chemical Z" in her adorable handwriting to him. He lifted it from her arms easily, though Kristen panted from exertion.
"What are you going to do, Daddy?" David carried the container to a nearby contraption and attached it. He returned to his first work station and began activating one of the Tower of Heaven's lesser known functions.
"Simple, Ten-chan, I'm going to use a concentrated beam of pure Chemical Z to destroy the meteor while it's still in space." Kristen jumped with excitement and rushed up next to him.
"Amazing! I wanna see Daddy!" David laughed and adjusted a few controls on the monitor laid before him. Kristen jumped when the tower began to shake slightly.
The roof of the tower began to spin, sliding open to reveal a hole about three feet in diameter. Swiftly, yet carefully, a long gun-like mechanism rose from the hole and pointed into space. It was made of a shiny silver metal, and was perhaps two feet in length with a barrel barely larger than a nickel. Along the sides were three lights, which were now all green.
Suddenly the metal of the gun became transparent and it began filling with a shimmering, glowing substance: Chemical Z. The gun began to glow bright pink as the lights changed from green to bright purple. Particles began gathering at the barrel as the gun started to shake and glow brighter.
Then with the speed of a lamp lighting a room, the gun released a beam of glowing purple, black, and white light. It traveled faster than sight and sound alike, slamming the meteor in mere moments. The meteor froze for the shortest time before it let loose a sonic boom and exploded into a countless number of pieces.
"You did it Daddy! Amazing!" Kristen leapt into her father's arms and hugged him tightly as the tower reverted to its normal state. David laughed and hugged Kristen tightly, but noticed faintly that something wasn't right. When he opened his left eye, which returned to its mechanical form, he noticed something strange streaking through the skies.
Three blacks lights.
Pride, a word that could describe so many things in life. Places, names, expressions, actions, all of these could set an example to explain something as simple as pride. However, it was hard to find a person who could embody this sin so completely. That is, until you met Goukito Miyaki.
Only thirteen years old and she'd had and broken more boyfriends than even older girls. She wore her luxurious blond hair free, flowing like the gentle waves of the ocean down her back. Her blue eyes held twin glimmers; one of malice and one of seduction. She wore only the best and most attractively revealing clothes, just enough to squeeze by school dress code and still allow her the physical liberty to seek and destroy new partners each week.
Currently, she was returning home from a successful day at school. It wasn't easy being hated and envied by so many girls, and fawned over and lusted for by so many boys. She needed to return to her mother's small mansion to recollect herself to prepare for this evening.
"Ah well, a beautiful woman's job is never done," She chirped with a wicked grin. Before long, her trek came to an end as she spotted a disturbingly attractive potential target.
He had black hair that spiked every which way. There were green streaks through his hair and he had two tattoos that were nothing more than purple, downward pointing arrows beneath his eyes. He wore a black jacket that was far too small for him, which opened to reveal his undershirt, which was advertising some band Miyaki had never heard of. His tight black jeans and black sneakers completed the look. This was definitely the kind of boy who Miyaki would have a fun time owning and ruining.
"Hey buddy, what's up?" She asked coyly as she sauntered up to him, with a seductive smile on her face. The boy turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow. 'Green eyes, very nice!' Miyaki whispered mentally. The boy looked very confused, but who wouldn't seeing Miyaki's attire?
For all the money she had, one could tell how Miyaki invested it. Today, for example, she wore a tight blue tank top that ended just above her belly button and exaggerated her already generous chest size. Her pants were tight blue jeans that ended above her ankles, while she wore expensive looking sandals on her feet, blue to accentuate her blue nail polish. She also wore flashy blue bracelets on both wrists, which jingled as she swayed a bit next to the boy.
"Leave me alone," He muttered in annoyance. Miyaki pouted and put her hands behind her back.
"Aw you shouldn't talk to me like that, I'm just a lonely, gorgeous girl. I'm trying to be nice to you, you look like a nice boy." The boy barked a harsh laugh and gave her another incredulous stare, shaking his head and turning again to stare into the window of the shop before them.
"Yeah, okay, whatever," He said, still snickering venomously. Miyaki glared, but quickly hid it. This was definitely a new development, she'd never had to actually fight to seduce a boy before. Sliding closer to him, she laid her head on his shoulder and smiled innocently up at him.
"Why are you so mean? You're too good-looking to be mean, especially to a girl like me," This only got another laugh from the boy. Miyaki resisted the urge to slap him, she was getting really angry with this boy. She jumped when she felt something slide against her. Looking down she noticed that her purse had been opened.
"What the?! What did you take from me?" She snarled at the boy, who sneered and lifted up her cell phone.
"It wasn't what I was looking for…but I can probably get a pretty good price for," He didn't finish as Miyaki snatched it back and angrily stuffed it into her purse, zipping it shut once more.
"Don't be such a jerk! I'm trying to tell you I'm interested in you!" The boy faltered just for a moment, before crossing his arms and looking away. That moment was all Miyaki needed to see that she really was beginning to get through to him. She walked in front of him and leaned against him.
"So come on, Cutie-Pie, why don't we just…" Miyaki began to draw circles on his chest with her finger when she noticed something…different about this boy. Her eyes widened and she took an involuntary step back when it hit her. The boy blushed and crossed his—or rather, her arms tighter around her chest.
"Yeah…I'm a girl, so what?" Miyaki stared at him in disbelief, then lifted a finger and poked her in the chest once more. The girl swatted at her hand and stepped back, blushing more.
"Cut it out!" Miyaki's cheeks turned pink and she couldn't resist becoming even more curious.
"What's your name? I've never seen you before…you look like you should be in my grade," The girl straightened up and coughed a bit.
"It's Maratsu Koji…" This only further complicated things.
"Well, my name is Goukito Miyaki, but why do you have a boy's name? You're a girl, right?" Koji groaned and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm a girl but um…fuck, see my dad doesn't know how to take care of a girl, so as far as he's concerned, I'm a boy," Miyaki nodded, greatly intrigued by this. She had grown up with her mother and had her femininity made flamboyant, she couldn't imagine growing up like a boy.
"That's…incredible, Koji-kun." Koji glared and blushed a bit.
"Who said I was Koji-kun to you, Goukito-san?" Miyaki smiled and skipped up, taking Koji's arm and smiling broadly, with a seductive flare beneath it.
"That's Miyaki-chan to you Koji-kun! So why haven't I seen you before?" Koji could tell where this was going and took a seat on a bus stop bench, feeling this would take a while. Miyaki quickly joined her and grabbed her arm again.
"My dad won't let me go to school because he can't pay for it, so I get money to help support us." Miyaki nodded and pulled up her purse.
"And you steal it?" Koji nodded and glanced around looking for a clock. She then saw a check stuck in her face and upon seeing the amount written, looked up in disbelief. "Here! Take this, Koji-kun." Koji began to take the check, then batted Miyaki's hand away and looked away, blushing.
"Why do I need your money for? I'm just fine…" Miyaki shook her head and forced the check into Koji's hand.
"No, I want you to have it. I only ask that you'll walk me home in return!" Koji looked up in confusion and shrugged, stuffing the check into her pocket and standing up. Miyaki remained clamped to her arm as she dragged Koji down the sidewalk to her home.
'This is going to be my best adventure ever! I mean, come on, boys are boring! They're all useless, why not try a girl?' Miyaki grinned up at Koji with a menacing glint in her eye, but Koji was too uncomfortable to look at Miyaki and didn't notice.
Motomi sat in the park, still bawling her eyes out. She clenched her fists and angrily wiped at her eyes.
"That…dirty bastard! I just…I just want to kill all of them! If I was a villain like Orochimaru or Naraku…then I could make everyone stop being mean to me!" Motomi clenched her fists tighter, her eyes narrowing and her skin heating up.
She looked up suddenly when she heard a whistling sound heading her way. Her eyes widened as a black light crashed into her and flushed through her body, filling every artery and vein that made up her circulatory system, until it flooded into her heart and unlocked a monster.
Motomi's eyes snapped open, her red irises glowing bright as black light flooded from the whites of her eyes. She thrust her arms out and her cloths melted away into a black leotard. A fierce black aura appeared around her and red light began flooding her veins.
"Deadly Berserk!" she screamed to the sky as she lifted her arms and twin spiked bracelets appeared on her wrists.
She held her arms out, assuming a cross-shaped pose and black finger-less gloves appeared on her hands. She hit her fists together and clenched them tightly, causing a red, skin-tight jean jacket to appear in a flash of red on her. Motomi jumped and stomped the ground, causing a pair of black leather pants with a skull belt to appear on her lower body and a pair of black biker boots to pop onto her feet.
Motomi lifted her hands then thrust them down, bent at the elbow with her fists clenched as a silver design marked "PNK" appeared on the left chest of her jacket; at the same time a very long, crooked red ribbon wrapped up around her like a snake and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, leaving two long, crooked ribbons hanging down on either side of her face, reaching down to her knees. She then thrust her fist into the air and grinned maliciously as black light flooded around her.
"So Koji-kun, would you mind going out to dinner with me sometime?" Koji looked at Miyaki in shock, becoming increasingly uncomfortable and tried harder to pull away from Miyaki, who refused to let her go.
Miyaki grinned, as her inner self sneered at her new girly toy. She wanted nothing more than to rip Koji's clothes off, do her business and leave her a broken mess on the side of the road. Mentally, Miyaki giggled hysterically at the prospect of ruining Koji.
Koji, on the other hand, dealt with her own mental issues. Her inner eye glared venomously at Miyaki. She was so pretty and so privileged, and she didn't even deserve it! Koji was sure she was stronger than Miyaki and could easily beat her half to death and take all of her money…but still she had given her that—she was sure Miyaki considered it small but—generous check, even if it was two-faced.
"Well…ugh…no—hey what is that?" They both heard a loud whistling sound and looked up to see twin black lights heading for them. Miyaki tightened her grip on Koji's arm, while the latter moved a bit to protect her blond companion out of instinct. It served no purpose as one light struck Koji, the other evaded her and smote Miyaki.
Miyaki's eyes opened slowly and seductively, remaining half closed as a smirk appeared on her face. Her blue irises glowed and black light flooded from the whites of her eyes. She pursed her lips and winked as she ran her hands suggestively along her body, causing a black leotard to appear along it, then brought them down to cover between her legs, as the black light erupted around her and blue light flooded her veins.
"Dissonant Brat!" Miyaki slowly lifted her arms, as spiked bracelets appeared on both of her wrists.
When her arms were all the way up, she snapped her fingers as black fingerless gloves appeared on her hands. She brought her hands down and struck a pose, winking and spreading her fingers, causing a tight, blue jean jacket to appear on her upper body. Miyaki put her hands behind her back and spun around on one foot, clicking her tongue and causing a pair of tight black pants to flash onto her lower body, complete with a skull belt and black biker boots.
Miyaki finally jumped into the air and arched her back, letting out a mock shriek of pleasure before stomping her feet and thrusting both hands out open palmed causing a silver design reading "PNK" to appear on the left chest of her jacket as her hair shot up and tied into two ponytails that draped down a bit past her shoulders. Miyaki then dropped to her knees and arched her back, leaning on her palms smirking lustfully as black light exploded around her.
Koji opened her eyes lazily, raising one eyebrow and snorting. She looked away and popped her knuckles, while her green irises glowed bright and black light poured from the whites of her eyes. She hit her fists together and glared, causing a black leotard to flash onto her body. Koji pulled her fist back and thrust it forward, throwing a powerful punch.
"Destructive Brute!" Koji arched her back quickly and cried out like a karate master. Twin spiked bracelets appeared on her wrists.
She looked at them then clapped her hands together, creating black fingerless gloves on both hands. She swung her leg and did the splits, and then Koji jumped up and wound up a haymaker. She threw her fist forward and caught her forearm with her other hand, causing a tight, green jean jacket to explode onto her upper body. Koji put her hands behind her back and jumped up, stomping her feet twice. This resulted in a pair of tight black pants and a skull belt to appear on her lower body. Looking displeased she kicked her feet, causing black biker boots to appear on them.
Koji finally broke her expressionless façade and grinned maniacally as she thrust both fists into the air and screamed powerfully. A Silver design reading "PNK" appeared on the left chest of her jacket. Koji snarled venomously and pulled both hands back as if performing an anime energy attack, then spread them and thrust both hands forward flipping off whoever was watching. Finally she slammed her fists together as the black light exploded around her.
Motomi was no longer standing in the park. Now she floated just above the ground, breathing heavily and fighting the urge to burst into maniac laughter. She clenched her fists and looked herself over, feeling her twisted grin spreading deeper and further on her face.
"I'm…I'm not me anymore! All of this power…I have to be a meta-human now! I'm so powerful! I can't feel it!" Motomi noticed something on her side and removed it, grinning more as it unwound. It was a long silver whip with a spiked end. A darker grin consumed her expression.
"Atsumi Motomi is gone…oh God, she's finally gone! Now…I'm the Deadly Berserk! With all of this power I can finally show everyone what a villain I really AM!" Berserk laughed hysterically and gripped her whip tightly, almost desperately.
"Where to visit first? Does it matter? I wanna kill everything and everyone!" Berserk spun her whip and lashed out with it, ripping through a tree and knocking it to the ground. As more power flooded her body, she lost her rational thought and went on a rampage against the world around her.
"Whoa! This outfit is HOT!" Miyaki grinned and held Koji's arm, looking at her new attire. Koji stared at hers, finding it oddly appropriate. She glanced at the "PNK" symbol, but didn't take much interest in it, even when she noticed that Miyaki had one as well. Then Koji noticed Miyaki's purse and a grin spread across her face. That grin gave way seeing the nearby shop, which overruled Miyaki's property.
"Miyaki-chan…do you feel a tingly feeling?" Miyaki turned to Koji and radiated a black aura as she nodded and looked down at the long, silver spear she held in her hand.
"Yeah…it feels…wonderful, like a night of bed-rocking fun!" Koji couldn't help laughing, becoming more joyous when she heard how dark her laugh had become. She looked at her own weapon, which was a massive, silver bladed ax. She grinned and turned to the store, approaching the glass and shattering it with a light backhand. Miyaki became intrigued and smirked as she approached, tutting and shaking her head.
"Tch, Koji-kun you can't go around breaking things like that." Koji looked up, her grin still clear. Her black aura radiated more as she shook her head, her green eyes glimmering.
"Koji-kun…no, I'm not Koji-kun anymore. Now I'm the Destructive Brute! And I'm gonna destroy everything!" Brute charged into the store and the screams and murmurs inside tripled in volume. Miyaki looked at her spear, then turned to the store with a smirk as people tried to escape through the door.
"Well then, Brute, I'm the Dissonant Brat! I'm going to make everyone suffer!" She then charged the escaping patrons and passersby.
Berserk snickered and glared at the police force armed before her. Wanting a bit more challenge, she'd flown deeper into the city and decided to cause a ruckus right outside the police station.
"Poor boys, don't know what they're in for!" Berserk charged them, jumping both with shock and instinct as they opened fire. Growling she pulled back her whip, which began glowing dark red.
"Death Slash!" She slashed her whip, hitting an officer and sending him crashing into a parked car. The other officers, disturbed by this, gave Berserk the time she needed to rush them.
"Death Slash!" crying out again she swung wider and hit several of the officers at once, which practically obliterated their force, considering that Okyto City never had a large police force, due to the Tower of Heaven. Berserk rammed the final officer to the ground and dropped her whip as she began to beat him mercilessly with her bare hands.
"Die, die, DIE! Why don't you just DIE?!" Berserk continued beating him, longer after he stopped struggling. At this point, she was beyond caring about his reaction, she only wanted to hurt someone. Finally wearing herself out, she stopped and stood up panting. A bullet flashed by her and she quickly turned to see a larger police force gathering.
"Shit…see you later!" She shouted as she grabbed her whip and flew into the air, dodging their bullets and leaving the area. As she flew, her darkest thought rose to the surface. Berserk grinned and looked around, getting her bearings.
Atsumi-san was furious, Motomi should have been home hours ago! Where could that ungrateful child possibly be? One thing was for sure, the moment she got home she was in for a lot of trouble! Such an ungrateful, sinful little harlot, she needed to be punished for her wicked ways, especially since they weren't getting any better! The door opened and Atsumi-san whipped around, her glare melting when she saw her daughter walk in with bloody hands. Berserk grinned and tightened her hold on the whip.
"I'm home, Mother," Atsumi-san's scream rang out as the door slammed and the sounds of a violent beating ensued.
"Hahahaha! Awesome! Awesome!" Brat shouted as she clapped her hands and watched Brute heave another car through the streets. Brute grinned and scratched her nose, turning to Brat with an arrogant smirk.
"Let's see you try that!" Brat smiled and rushed up spinning her spear around and holding it like a cue stick.
"Dissonant Shot!" A blue ball of energy appeared at the end of her spear and when Brat struck it—not unlike shooting billiards—it fired out silently and rammed into a car, hitting the gas tank and causing it to explode. Brute grinned in approval and clapped Brat on the back, laughing.
"Nice one!"
"Freeze! Don't move!" Brute and Brat turned around, unfazed, and stared at the police blockade set up behind them. Brute snickered and lifted her ax, turning around and jabbing her chest with her thumb.
"You talkin' to us?" The officers all began sweating as Brute looked back at Brat for confirmation.
"They talkin' to us?" Brat clapped her hands and bounced a bit, nodding excitedly.
"Yes! Yes! They are!" Brute grinned and turned back to the officers.
"Well then…I have two words for you guys!" Brute charged at them, faster than they had expected and lifted her ax "Destructive Gash!" She swung the green glowing blade down, ripping a car in two and nearly amputating a cop's arm. They all prepared to open fire when a barrage of energy balls began to assault them.
"Dissonant Shot!" Brute flew up to avoid Brat's attacks and swung her ax around.
"Destructive Gash!" She swung it down powerfully, splitting the ground open where it hit and causing the police to back up frightfully. The few still conscious didn't stay so long, though.
"Death Slash!" Brute and Brat looked up in surprise, watching a glowing red streak fell the rest of the police force. A red counterpart to the two landed across from them and looked up. Clearly she'd been having more fun, as she was even redder from dripping blood along her hands and jacket.
"Room for one more?" She asked with a grin "I'm Berserk," Brute and Brat traded a glance then grinned as they joined Berserk in running back into the city to stir up more trouble.
"Daddy! We need to ready the defenses to stop those three!" David watched the havoc being caused by the three super-powered girls and shook his head, turning to Kristen with a concerned glance.
"No, Ten-chan, we don't need to resort to that yet. I agree, it would be the best action, but those three are acting because of the black lights that hit them. If we could reverse that effect…" His left eye twitched and only took on a slight red glow as the monitor changed to show a white light, streaking across the sky. It, too, had fallen with the black lights.
"What?" He and Kristen watched the screen. The light streaked through the air, into the zoo and hit a chimp sitting in captivity. A smirk spread across Dr. Hardly's face as he put his arm around Kristen's shoulders.
"We're not out of this yet, Ten-chan," On the screen, the chimp's eyes widened and then hardened into a fierce glare.