The Powerpunk Girls
Episode 1: Spit Fire
By Deus Ex Procella
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpunk Girls or any established characters and concepts.
The City of Vile Town was in a typical state of panic as the resident tools of destruction, the Powerpunk Girls, took delight in wreaking havoc in the streets. Brat was swinging a street light around, giggling maniacally and smashing out the windows of any nearby building. Brute stood at the other end of the street, grinning and taking out the fleeing townspeople with a stop sign. The leader of the devious trio, Berserk, floated overhead, watching her sisters with a bored look.
"How typical, they can't think of anything exciting...Townieball is so played out..." Berserk shrugged and grinned. "Hey, it might be fun to screw up their game," The red punk descended, firing her heat rays down on the screaming crowd of people, stopping their flow toward Brute. The other punks looked up at her with a glare. The distraction was just enough for the people to get away.
"You jerk! You ruined the game...and I was winning!" Brat whined, throwing her street light down in a huff. Brute grit her teeth and glared at her laughing sister. With a wicked smirk she threw the stop sign as hard as she could at her. Berserk stopped laughing and looked up, ducking and smirking arrogantly at Brute.
"Ha you missed!" There was an explosion as the stop sign sliced through a car behind Berserk. The car exploded, knocking her out of the air in a cloud of smoke. Brat and Brute burst into mean laughter, the former pointing and the latter holding her belly. Berserk sat up, coughing and waving the smoke away trying to glare at Brute.
"Stop...laughing..." She managed to choke out through coughs. The sisters just laughed harder. Berserk twitched and shook her head, twitching once more before sneezing. Brute's laughter halted abruptly when a wave of fire washed over her, charring her black. Brat gasped, her lips quivering. She quickly screamed in hysterical laughter, this time joined by Berserk.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Brute wiped the dust away, glaring at Berserk. She marched up to her sister, gritting her teeth. "How did you do that?!" Berserk's laugh dissolved to snickers stifled by her mitt.
"Do what?" Brute poked her in the stomach, making Berserk cough, spitting out another fireball. Brute jumped back, staring at the charred spot on the ground. She pointed and shouted angrily.
"That! I can't do that!" Brat sauntered up to the other two, staring at the charred spot. Brute was spitting, blowing, and coughing, but couldn't get out even a spark. The two looked at Brat, who crossed her arms and glared. She pouted and looked away, blowing half-heartedly.
"I can't do it either..." She pouted more and glared at Berserk, who grinned and blew into the air, letting out a stream of fire.
"Ha! That's absolutely wonderful! We have to tell the Oppressor!" Berserk flew off into the air, leaving behind her seething sisters. Brute narrowed her eyes while Brat stared at the ground, her lip jutted out. Bitterly, the two blasted off after the leader punk.
XxXxX
The punks arrived back at the laboratory, Berserk gleefully flying ahead of her sisters. The Oppressor looked up, his brow knit and his lip twitching as the trio burst in through the roof. He turned around, clutching the beakers he was working with tighter.
"What. Is. It?" Berserk put her hands on her hips, grinning smugly. Brat and Brute crossed their arms, sneering at her.
"I've got an amazing new power, Oppressor!" The Oppressor's eye twitched, the scar on his cheek wiggling as his jaw clenched.
"Oh...really...and what amazing power would that be?" Berserk continued beaming, despite the sarcasm dripping in the Oppressor's voice. She simply took a deep breath and blew forward, sending the Oppressor to the floor as a fireball rocketed over his head. He snarled as the wall caught on fire, quickly shifting his arm cannon to a fire extinguisher. He sat up, rubbing his chin and looking at Berserk.
"So...you can breath fire...and you two can't?" Brute just snorted. Brat huffed and looked away. The Oppressor smirked, leaning closer to Berserk, who was still grinning arrogantly. "Intriguing...I'd imagine you could cause some real destruction with a power like that," Berserk snickered and leered at her sisters.
"Oh yeah...I bet I can cause way more chaos than these two losers!" The Oppressor chuckled and rested his arm on his knee.
"You girls are late for your lessons...we'll discuss this more later," The girls groaned simultaneously, even Berserk's smile fading. The Oppressor narrowed his eyes, "Don't argue...get your butts down there...and Berserk," Berserk paused as her sisters floated out the door. The Oppressor winked, smirking.
"Try to not to let this get out of hand," Berserk laughed and lifted her mitt.
"Fine...fine, I won't make the babies too jealous," The Oppressor nodded and got up, returning to his experiment. Berserk grinned as she floated out. Oh she was going to make them jealous...just not too jealous.
The red punk caught up with her sisters, all three loitering and taking their time getting to the lower section of the laboratory. She grinned at them, both refusing to even look at her. The three finally arrived at their teacher's office, taking their seats at the only three desks in the room. Ms. Blasé, the girls' instructor, was at the chalkboard, working on a complex equation. She looked up as the girls sat down, then looked up at the clock.
"You're late," The girls had already assumed their usual states. Brute was laying on her arms, glaring at the clock on the wall. Brat was leaning her chin on her mitt, twirling one of her pigtails. Berserk was the only one remotely attentive, though even she looked distracted, snickering every now and then while sitting with pencil and paper at the ready.
"Sorry," The most insincere apology ever said. Ms. Blasé just rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, looking at the lesson plan.
"Whatever...it would seem today's focus is in chemistry. How fun," The teacher passed out their lab sheets, gritting her teeth with every snicker that passed Berserk's lips, every angry huff from Brat, and every snort from Brute.
'They're fighting again...' She noted in annoyance. Ms. Blasé had finished setting up the rest of the experiment, and was now leaning against her desk.
"You'll notice I've placed a mineral on each of your desks. Your goal for today is to study the effects of heat on the substance and try to determine what it is," Brute stared at the chunk on her desk indifferently, "I'll provide a heat source, I'm afraid your own heat rays are too volatile for this kind of experiment," Brat and Brute blinked and looked up, slowing turning and glaring at Berserk, who chuckled and shot a smug look at both of them. Ms. Blasé sighed and glared, now irritated beyond ignoring the situation.
"Alright, what is your problem today?" Brat and Brute just huffed and looked away. Berserk shrugged and smiled.
"Oh...they're just jealous I have a power they don't," Ms. Blasé raised an eyebrow.
"What power would that be?" Berserk smirked and blew on the mineral, the small stream of fire completely crystallizing the mineral. Ms. Blasé smirked slightly, a rare moment of emotion from the typically indifferent woman.
"My, my...that certainly is impressive," Berserk giggled while Brute and Brat just stuck their tongues out at her. Ms. Blasé rolled her eyes. Before she could get the three hellraisers under control once more, the PA above them flicked on, the Oppressor's voice hanging over them.
"Madam Blasé, I have a job for the girls. They'll need to report to me," Ms. Blasé nodded, and the girls ditched class as fast as possible. The Oppressor was waiting for them when they reached the command center.
"What did you need us for, Oppressor?" Berserk asked. The Oppressor clicked a key on his computer, bringing up a blueprint.
"I need more Duranium for this new weapon I'm designing. Go fetch me some, would you?" The punks nodded and took off into the city.
XxXxX
The girls blasted out of the Vile Town research laboratory with a metal case in tow. Brat and Brute had refused to say a word to Berserk on the entire trip. Berserk looked back at them, rolling her eyes.
"Come on you babies! Get over it, I've got a way cooler power than you!" Brute clenched her fists. Brat opened her mouth to respond when bullets rushed passed the girls. The punks stopped and looked down at the police force scattered across the street. Berserk started to laugh when a few lasers rushed passed the punks. They looked at each other than back at the officers.
"Great, looks like they got some new toys," Berserk smirked and shoved the case into Brute's arms. "You hold the loot, I'll deal with these jerks," Brat sneered and put her hands on her hips.
"You just want to show off," Berserk grinned and floated down closer to the police line. She took a deep breath and blew out a sheet of fire on the street. The police scattered and rained a hail of bullets on her. Berserk zipped around the bullets, spraying out wave after wave of fire at them. More and more bullets flew at her, but she continued dodging them and the occasional laser blast while blowing down fire.
"Ha you can't hit me!" Soon the city street was a sea of fire, the fire quickly spreading. Berserk laughed and crossed her arms, watching the cops scurry away to save the civilians. Brute and Brat floated down, glaring at her.
"Are you done?" Brute asked through clenched teeth. Berserk snickered and nodded. Brute shoved the box back into her arms. As the punks flew off, a pair of eyes peered out from the shadows.
"Fire Breath hm?"
XxXxX
"Girls, get in here immediately!" The Powerpunks groaned and looked up at the PA attached to the ceiling. Their bedroom, despite the hollow and cold surroundings, was surprisingly normal for a group of little girls. Dark red carpet, a bed with red, blue, and green sheets, and toys strewn all over the floor.
Berserk was lounging on the bed, a charred stump of a doll in her hand. Brat laid on the floor with her own self-broken toys and a stuffed black octopus. Brute was playing an overly violent video game in the corner. All three begrudgingly left their toys to go see what the Oppressor needed them for.
"What is it? We're busy," Berserk snapped. Brute narrowed her eyes at the Oppressor—the adult was unmoved by the action—while Brat kept hold of her three-legged black octopus.
"Lose that tone or you'll spend the rest of the day helping me," All three girls winced and quickly put on somewhat pleasant expressions. Berserk's eye twitched as she tried to speak somewhat respectfully.
"What did you need, Oppressor?" The Oppressor stared at them then nodded and turned on the screen.
"Jomo is calling you out. Deal with him, it's distracting," The girls laughed and gave the Oppressor a set of vicious smiles.
"That's it? No problem, we'll crush him," As Berserk started to fly through the roof, Brute caught her ankle and threw her across the lab.
"No way! I've got first dibs on him!" Brute started to fly, but was shoved out of the air by Brat.
"See ya, losers!" Brat blasted off, her angry sisters hot on her trail. Brat arrived at the scene first. Jomo was nowhere to be found.
"Where is...oof!" Brat was blasted out of the air as Jomo jumped out of his hiding spot, laser cannon in tow.
"One down...where are the other t!" Jomo was blown back by a powerful punch from a very angry Brat.
"That was rude! You sucker punching jerk!" Berserk and Brute landed next to her, the former smirking at Jomo while Brute shoved Brat to the ground. Brat rubbed her bottom and stood up, glaring at Brute. Brute blinked and turned her gaze to Jomo.
"There you are, you've arrived, just as expected. Prepare to be destroyed!" Jomo hefted up his laser cannon, charging up a new shot. Berserk laughed and glanced at her sisters, smiling smugly.
"Relax, I'll handle this," Berserk stepped forward and took a deep breath, blowing a wave of fire at Jomo. Jomo smirked as the fire was absorbed into the end of the gun. Berserk gasped when the cannon fired back a massive heat wave. All three punks were blown back.
"Oof! That hurt!" Berserk flew back into the fray, blowing another sheet of fire at Jomo. Once more the chimp absorbed the fire and shot back a heat wave, knocking Berserk out of the air.
"Cut it out Berserk! That doesn't work!" Brute started to charge at Jomo, who blasted her down with a regular shot.
"Ooh...I am so mad! I'm gonna beat you down, Monkey!" Brat flew at Jomo, only to be shouldered out of the way by Berserk.
"Hey!"
"I've got this!" Berserk blew out another wave of fire, which was just as quickly absorbed as the others. Jomo smirked and fired back again, blowing over the girls.
"Berserk! Knock! It! Off!" Berserk sat up and glared at the gun. She took a few steps forward, standing across from Jomo, like gunslingers in a western.
"Just try me, Punk," Berserk growled and took a deep breath. Jomo cocked his cannon and lifted it. Brat and Brute sat where they were on the ground, glaring at their sister.
"I'm not helping her, she's being stupid," Brat said, crossing her arms. Brute nodded, leaning on one hand.
"Yeah, I hope she loses," Brute muttered.
"She's such a fat head loser," Brat spat.
"Yeah," Brute agreed with a mean laugh. Berserk glanced at them from the side, gritting her teeth. She took an even deeper breath. Jomo staggered his stance and got ready. Berserk deepened her breath even more. Jomo began sweating. Berserk finally took the last little bit of breath she could, then let it all out in a giant hellfire.
Jomo grit his teeth and dug his feet into the dirt. The fire kept pouring out, and straight into the laser cannon. His hands were beginning to ache. Jomo's nose twitched. Something smelled like it was burning. He yelped and dropped the smoldering how gun. Berserk stumbled, gasping for breath. Brute and Brat shot up from the ground and beat Jomo around. Brute grabbed his arm and slammed him into the ground, knocking him out.
"Ha...ha...ha...I did it..." Berserk stood up straight, puffing out her chest and crossing her arms, an expectant look on her face. "Well?" Brat and Brute stared at her.
"What?" The blonde asked. Berserk leaned closer.
"I'm waiting," Brute just rolled her eyes and punched Berserk in the stomach. The red punk coughed, a small puff of smoke coming from her mouth. All three punks stared. Berserk took a deep breath and broke into a coughing fit, coughing out smoke, but no fire. Soon even the smoke stopped.
"No! No that's not fair!" Berserk whined, waving away the smoke. Brat and Brute burst into laughter, watching her.
"You idiot! You wasted it!" Brat shrieked between peals of laughter. Brute fell on her back, holding her stomach. Berserk wiped the sweat from her face and swallowed, glaring at them. She coughed, noticing a couple snowflakes falling to the ground. Berserk grinned and took a small breath, letting it loose. An arctic gale blew over Brat and Brute, freezing them in giant blocks of ice. Berserk laughed and wiped her mouth, still out of breath.
"Ha! That'll teach you to make fun of me!" The frozen punks just glared through the ice.
And so once again the day is ruined thanks to...the Powerpunk Girls!
Author's Note: So this is a slight change from my usual style. Much more fun, a little challenging actually. For a full episode list, view my profile. Summaries for each episode will be added as the story is updated. Fangirls, you'll want to look for Episode 12.