Welcome to the rough city of Villainsville! Where villains run free and crime never takes a holliday, not that any of the dastardly citizens of Villainsville mind! Villainsville, a city where peace and tranquility never venture, a city ravaged daily by the most wicked, villainous villainesses of them all...

THE POWERPEST GIRLS!

These three horribly vile little girls are Villainsville's most adored villains, keeping crime at its peek and wiping out all the good in Villainsville. Villains will never have to fret over-

What's this? Powerpest...boys?

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Blade sat up with a groan and clutched his head. He had the worst headache. He'd never felt a headache this bad since... The memory fluttered away. He searched his mind for any traces of it but couldn't find any. Oddly enough, he couldn't find the traces of any memories. Except for a few stragglers. His name was Blade. He...had two brothers. And... he was a part of the... Rowdyruff Boys? No that didn't sound right... The Rebelright Boys, that's what it was! Sadly, that was al that he could recall.

Searching for anything that would jolt his memory, he looked over his clothes. He was wearing an unzipped black jacket with a single red stripe across the middle and a white shirt beneath that. His red hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and he felt a red, twisted bandana tied around his head covering part of his forehead. None of that gave him the slightest clue about where he was from or who he was besides his name. His gray pants and black converse shoes didn't help either.

He looked around and saw to unconscious figures sprawled on either side him.

To his right was... Bret? ...Yeah, that was his name. Bret. Black hair, bangs parted at the middle and the rest pulled into a tiny pony tail in the back, wearing a similar jacket to Blade's only green and zipped up. Definitely Bret; Blade was sure of it.

To his left had to be Buster. That was the only other name that came to his mind. And as he looked over the blonde boy's blue and black clothes, zipped jacket and gray pants, he became more and more certain. Buster's hair was neat except for his bangs which were swooped to one side rather messily.

Blade shook Bret first. He didn't know why he instinctively turned to him, but it felt like he'd done it before several times as if Bret were the one that could answer all the questions. "Bret, Bret, wake up man!"

Bret groaned awake and looked at him with a blank look that held so much knowledge yet very little certainty at the moment. "Who...who are you?"

"It's me, Blade! Your brother, duh," he responded.

It took a moment, but the blank look eventually faded into a foggy look. "Blade... right... what... who are we?"

"...I was going to ask you that."

Dejectedly, Blade sighed and shook Buster. The blonde rolled over and covered the back of his head with his hands. He didn't make a sound but it was clear he did not wish to be disturbed.

"Get up!"

Buster rolled back over and gave him a look that said, Why?

"Because I said so."

Slowly, he sat up and then seemed to register that something was off, both inside his mind and around them. His big blue eyes seemed to be missing something. And by something, they were missing everything. He blinked and looked to his brothers as if wanting his silent questions answered.

Bret slowly asked, "Where are we...and why?

Blade looked around. "An alley, 'parently."

"Obviously," commented Bret. "This doesn't look...doesn't feel like home."

"I know what you mean..." Blade wandered out toward the sidewalk outside the dark alley. His brothers slowly followed behind him. A sign covered in graffiti held three menacing words that put a sick feeling in Blade's gut. He would learn to trust his gut. After a slight pause, he read the three words aloud to his brothers. "Welcome...to Villainsvile."

Hi FanFictionators! I am a horrible author with LWS (lazy writer syndrome) but not this time! I have most of the story already written out and will be updating every day or two. If you like it or if you're interested, pleeease review! :)