Okay...this story came into my head recently after re-watching a show I used to watch. Now I know I should update one of my other stories, which I will eventually but I'm having a harder time trying to do that (namely cuz I made Brick a mary sue there). So here is another attempt at a story. Enjoy and read.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls. They are owned by McCracken.

Deep inside a maximum security prison in the middle of nowhere, was a sealed door. Behind the door was a dark hallway that lead down to a very different kind of cell. It was hanging above the ground about three hundred feet up and made out of glass and metal. Dozens of tiny tubes connected with to the top of the cell, pumping in a faint red gas into the room. Now why was there this sort if cell here? Well it had something to do with the person in the cell.

Inside the cell that contained only a toilet and a bed, was a young boy. No older than eight years old. He had on a prison uniform, a grey shirt and pants, and had a mane of red hair that reached all the way down to the small of his back. He had red eyes that were filled with fury as he stared at the empty space in front of him.

"I will kill those two when I see them again," the boy muttered to himself. "My brothers who betrayed me." A sudden noise snapped him out of his thoughts. Across from the door on his cell, a long metal bridge from the wall on the otherwise connected to the room. The boy's eyes narrowed as he saw a man and two guards walking up to him.

"Number 0013," the man in the suit called out to him. "You have a guest."

"Don't joke with me warden. Why would I have a guest? As you said, I'm not loved by anyone remember?"

"Shut it brat, before I toss you down this crater for your cheek." The man nodded to the guards and they opened the cell door. Knowing better to argue, lest they'd take away his food privileges again, the prisoner held out his arms. The guards shackled them and lead him out of the cell. As they led him across the bridge, the boy frowned. He knew of no one who would visit him.

As they reached the visiting room, the boy noticed that it was empty sans for one man sitting at one of the tables. He wore black slacks and a black coat, with an orange turtleneck underneath it. The man's brown hair was in some sort of messy bowl cut. On the table were papers. As the men sat the boy down the man looked up, gave him a once over and then went back to the papers.

It was quiet for the next few minutes as the man kept reading. The prisoner looked bored and was surveying the empty room.

"Prisoner number 0013, also known as Brick Jojo, has red eyes, red hair, height of four feet two inches, age 7; does that describe you correctly?" the man said, catching the boy off guard. The boy, Brick, turned and stared at the man and slowly nodded. "It says here that you are in this prison for theft, destruction of property, vandalism, attempted arson, obstruction of peace, resisting arrest, assault and battery and last but not least: murder."

"I didn't kill no body," Brick growled. "Who the heck are you anyway?" The man ignored him as he flipped another page.

"It also says here that you were turned in by your own brothers, Boomer and Butch, two years ago. They claimed that you were the one calling the shots and that they had to do what you said or they'd be killed."

"I never threatened those two morons." The man stared at him again before smiling slowly. "Not like that at least."

"You don't have your powers. Well, not all of them. From the reports here it says that you've been injected with so much Antidote X that you no longer display superhuman feats such as flight, eye beams and the like. All though they do say that you still have a bit of super speed, strength, endurance and reflexes. Though not as much as you had two years prior. Just in case they pump a mist of Antidote X in your cell."

"How the heck do you know all of this you loser?" Brick demanded as he sent a withering glare at the man. The person raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Oh I'm so scared. Listen brat, I've faced horrors far more frightening than you in my life. Now this is a real glare." The man narrowed his eyes at Brick and for the first time in his life the red head felt fear. It felt like the person in front of him would be able to stomp on him as if was nothing. The little boy fell out of his chair in shock and fear. Just as quick as it came, the dreadful aura disappeared and everything returned to normal, but Brick was still on the ground shaking in fear.

'This man...this man is dangerous!' no matter how much part of him roared that he was being a girl, his instincts were telling him to either back down or die.

"Wh-Who are you?" A smile appeared on the man's face.

"My name is Kosmos Walker, but call me Walker," the man introduced himself. "And I am here to give you some good news."

At this point Brick was sitting back at the table. He looked suspiciously at them and still seemed to be frightened. "What sort of good news?" Brick questioned.

"I am here to take you out of this place." Instead of widening his eyes in surprise the criminal narrowed it them.

"Why?" Brick was suspicious. No body was willing to post bail for him and the like. So why was this complete stranger doing this now?

"Because it is what I want to do. I want you to live with me."

"Look Walker, this isn't an orphanage and you already saw my record, so-"

"Your record is the exact reason I want you."

"That sounds sick and wrong."

"Not like that you brat. I need someone to inherit my estate and I chose you."

"Again, why?"

"Because I felt like it."

"So you're saying your letting me out of jail and into freedom, because you felt like it?"

"Yes." It was silent after that. No one said a word for a few minutes before Brick spoke again.

"How do I know you're not one of those pedophiles?"

"You'll just have to trust me."

"I can't do that." He really couldn't trust anybody, not after his brothers betrayed him.

"You will eventually." Brick still glared at him and Walker shook his head. "How about this, I'll give you a day to decide. I'll come back tomorrow and we'll settle things the ." The red head slowly nodded as the man stood up. Walker nodded at him and left the room.

Soon Brick found himself back in his cell, facing the empty space once again. He really didn't trust the person he just spoke to. This man, this Walker, comes out of the blue and puts up some sort of bail to get him out of jail? There is a catch, there is always a catch.

So Brick just sat there, thinking the offer over and wandering whether or not to take it. That night, Brick had an unrestful sleep due to some memories his mind had dredged up.

"How dare you!" Brick shouted. "Why would you do this to me! I'm your brother!"

"Sorry bro," a soft voice replied. "It was either just you or all of us."

"Yeah," a rougher voice continued. "We admitted that we were being threatened by you. Everyone believes you to be our leader. They say if we give you up, they'll let us go free."

"We really don't want to do this bro," the first voice said sounding a bit apologetic. "But we want our freedom more." Brick felt metal shackles attach to to his wrist. Several chains spun around his body as he was being dragged away.

"I'll kill you traitors!" Brick shouted. "I'll kill you!"

"Not where you are going Brick," not where you're going." Soon more chains bound him as he was dragged into the darkness.

The young boy shot up in his bed, and looked at his arms. There no chains. Even yesterday, when the shackles were put on him, Brick felt scared. Those chains used when he was caught, betrayed, years ago still scared him. They took away powers and it made him feel so powerless and that was what scared him. The feeling of uselessness, of vulnerability.

It was worse now since he had barely any powers left. So when they put those chains on him, it was far scarier than he thought it would be. It took all of his being to not squirm away in fear and keep on a brave face.

Brick snapped out of his musing when he heard the door open. His warden came into the room. "Walker is here to see you again," the warden stated.

Brick nodded and stood up. He internally flinched when the metal cuffs were applied once again. The short walk to the visiting room was a silent affair and when Brick entered he saw Walker giving him a smile. "So did you think of my offer?" the man asked.

The little boy was quiet. This was his last chance to decide on what to do and he was quiet about it. Slowly closing his eyes, Brick thought of the pros and cons this had to offer. After about two minutes of thinking he opened them again. "Okay I'll go," he replied. "But I want to know some things first."

"Ask away," Walker smiled.

"First of all, who will I be living with?"

"Myself and my wife Maya."

"What sort of job do you have?"

"I'm a photographer and Maya is a stay at home wife."

"Will you make me do anything I don't want to do?"

"We will," that caused Brick to frown, "but most kids act like that with their families."

"Family?"

"Yes family, one you will be part of." The little boy looked warily at him again. Walker smiled. "I know you've had trouble with family in the past, and I'm not telling you to trust us right off the bat, but I will assure you that we will never do anything to hurt you in that fashion."

"We'll see about that," Brick muttered to himself. "So when do I get out of here?"

"Tomorrow at the latest, maybe tonight. Depends on the papers being processed and the Justice Friends agreeing to my terms and conditions to your release."

"Conditions?" Brick hissed.

"I am to look over you and make sure you do not get into trouble, serious trouble. Not only that, I said I'll teach you how to be a man."

"To be a man?"

"You'll see what I mean in a couple of years." Walker then smiled at him. "So go back to your room and clean up. I'll send you some clothes to wear."

Brick nodded and stood up to leave the room. As the young boy stopped at the door, Walker tilted his head in confusion. The boy took in a deep breath before raising his head high. "I don't trust you, that's fore sure, but...thanks for what you are doing for me."

"It was my pleasure." Walker saw the boy nod and leave the room. The man smiled when the boy was gone. "Let's see if we can change destiny once more," he whispered to himself. "Wonder if we'll pick up other people."

A girl with auburn hair found herself frowning. She was wearing a pink shirt and a red skirt with Mary Jane shoes, with a big red bow in her hair. Her pink eyes seemed to be glaring at a piece of paper.

To her right was a girl with sun-kissed blond hair and baby blue eyes. She had on a sky blue dress and the same shoes as the first girl. Her hair was done in a pair of pigtails. This girl looked really confused.

To her left was a girl with raven haired girl with a bob cut and green eyes was also glaring. She was wearing a green sweater and black shorts and, surprisingly, also Mary Jane shoes.

All these girls were all around seven years old and glaring at a piece of paper. "Who would allow that, that, that monster out?!" the red head shouted.

"Why would the Justice friends agree to this?" The girl with black hair shouted.

"Wait, Blossom, Buttercup. What's happening?" the blond asked, the the red and black haired girls respectfully.

"Somebody convinced Major Glory and the rest of the Justice Friends to let someone out if prison," Blossom replied.

"That someone being Brick," Buttercup growled. "Again, who let's a monster like him out?" The blond girl was reading the paper and pouted.

"Who's Kosmos Walker?" she asked.

"Never heard of him," the other two girls answered.

"We should go to the prison and ensure he doesn't do anything bad," Blossom suggested.

"I agree," Buttercup replied.

"Do you think the boys know about this?" Bubbles asked.

A boy with spiked black hair, a green shirt with a black stripe in the middle, black pants and sneakers was staring at a very similar paper the girls were looking at. Next to him was a blond boy wearing a blue hoodie, black jeans and running shoes gulped.

"Boomer," the black haired boy uttered.

"Yeah Butch?" Boomer asked panting.

"Brick is out."

"He's going to kill us."

"No," Butch said. "We have a few years. The paper says that the man who took Brick out of prison needs to teach him things." He then turned to his brother. "We have that long to make sure we can convince the girls to stop him when he comes and for us to get stronger too."

"Yeah." Boomer then looked at his. "I'm still scared of him though."

Brick stepped out of the prison and didn't look back. He was wearing a white shirt under a red one jacket. On his legs were a pair of denim jeans and red socks. On his head was the infamous red cap. Standing past the electrified fence, moat, missile launchers and turrets was Walker.

"Where's the car?" Brick asked with his hands in his pockets.

"When I travel in a group, I don't use cars," Walker said. Brick saw him take out an pink card from his pocket.

"What's that for? A taxi?" The man chuckled and threw the card into the air. The card flashed cyan, forcing Brick to avert his eyes. When he opened them again, a strange portal was in front of them.

"So Brick," Walker started to speak. Brick turned to him. "You ready to see your new home?" The red head stared at the portal suspiciously before shrugging.

"Let's go." Brick then followed walker through the portal. As both of them entered, it flashed yellow before disappearing from existence.

It would be another five minutes after the disappearance of Brick and Walker for the girls to appear at the prison. "What do you mean he's gone?" Blossom demanded.

"They left a little over three hours ago," the warden replied. "You just missed them."

"Why would you let that murderer, criminal monster out there?" Buttercup all but roared at the warden. The man just looked at her as if she didn't shout at him.

"Listen, the Justice Friends allowed it and they are giving this boy a second chance. If he messes up, the person who took him will ensure he doesn't get out of control."

"How will we know that?" Bubbles asked in confusion.

"Because he has powers too. Besides you won't see hide nor hair of the boy for the next few years. Do not be worried. By then Brick may just be a changed man."

"I hope you're right," Blossom said. "I hope you're right."

"Someone busted out our brother," Butch said as he stared was shaking in his boots. Behind him was Boomer, who was also shaking. Standing in front of them was a red skinned demon with metallic crab claws instead of hands. His red and green eyes.

"Yeah, none of us knew until he was already gone," Boomer nodded his head. "Not even the girls knew about this Him."

"I know," demon said. "EVEN I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT HIM DISAPPEARING UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE!" Him roared. "Whoever did this, whoever came up with this plan can hide his presence from me!" Him then threw out his hand and destroyed a piece of the wall, causing the two boys to shudder in fear.

"What do you want us to do?" Butch asked as he flinched back with a glare from the demon. He was the reason they betrayed Brick. Both he and Boomer got cornered by Him and were threatened to betray Brick. The demon never said why he wanted them to betray their brother, but the fear of death and torture.

"What I want you boys to do is simple," Him said with a slightly shrill voice. "I want you to continue what you are doing. Befriend the girls, have them trust you, and live out your lives. I will come for you when you I need the two of you to do something for me. Now get out of my sight." The boys nodded furiously and flew off.

Him growled. His plans, all the plans that he's been making for the past few years have gone to hell and back vanished in a second. He sent Brick into that place to fuel his anger, his hate, and every dark emotion to make it fester and grow. He wanted to make the boy into the destroyer he was meant to be in a few years, and now Brick was gone! He don't know who took him, save for a name on the piece of paper the boys got, Kosmos Walker. Whoever this person was, he could hide himself from his demonic powers.

"I'll find you again, one day Brick. I will get my world destroyer soon."

Okay here is where I want some help from you guys. This will detail's Brick's story of travelling and growing up. What I want your help is a few OC's he'll befriend on this trip. Here will be what I need from you guys. Be you can do it through either a comment or a PM.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Physical Description:
Personality:
Power: (A singular power. I'm willing to also accept swordsmanship skill and martial arts skill as long as it's some sort of mystical or cybernetic type of thing.)
A Lesson Need to be Learned: (Something that Brick will learn at the same time, but will understand a bit faster. I'm looking for something like trust, teamwork, protecting others, etc.)

I will accept about thirteen (if I can even that much) and make a world around that. I already have the powers Brick will reacquire or gain new ones for himself.

Tell me what you think and leave a review.