Angel of Pandemonium owns nothing- except Banner and Bane, and their Powerpunk/ Rowdyright counterparts, Blayze, and Breaker. The idea of the Powerpunk Girls and the Rowdyright Boys are not mine either- though I don't quite know who made that up first. Nor do either version of the Professor or Mojo Jojo. However, names and personalities of the Rowdyrights are mine. As is Him's counterpart, Her.

However, Professor Plutonium's attitude is completely mine. Yes, I tried to make a detestable ass out of him on purpose. He is abusive towards the PPK Girls simply because he does not see them as his daughters- merely creations and tools for his own nefarious deeds.


Part 1- Turning Point

"If I thought that that I was replying to someone who would ever return to the world, this flame would cease to flicker. But since from these depths no one ever returns alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy."

Inferno~ Dante

Townsville: November 18

It was sickening. All the monsters, all of the criminals popping up out of nowhere, you couldn't walk across the street without getting mugged. Antonio Rydin James Utonium was beside himself with resentment. His hometown had become…

Well, to put it mildly, the center of sin, the Apex of all crime in the United states. His parents had been two such victims of the crime running rampant in the streets, for not even their home in the suburbs had been safe.

The professor had to do something about it, but what? It wasn't like he'd wanted to come back to Townsville in the first place. He had come home to attend his parents' funeral, and sort through the will with his brother Eugene… only to find out that his parents left him the house. He raged inwardly for weeks, damning his parents for this. He had a life in Megaville.

Well, he did, anyway. His heart grew heavy as he thought of his wife once more. Bianka. The scars on his chest once again stung- a near-forgotten reminder of the one other thing that he'd lost. After her death, he had burned her out of his memory- for his own sanity. No pictures, clothing, jewelry, or anything remained of the woman he had loved… and lost. The car that they had crashed in was totaled.

Three months before his parents.

His life was in a downward spiral, and it was only getting darker… darker and emptier. If Hell was a place on Earth, Antonio R.J. Utonium was there. He snorted darkly as he brought his purchases from the store inside the house… down the stairs, where Jojo- his chimp lab assistant (terrible one, at that) waited.

He locked the door, making sure that (unless one had a tank on hand) no one could get in. He may not have been able to make Townsville a better place, he thought, but he could make his own world better.

Bianka had always wanted children. His smile was deprecated and almost bitter as he measured the ingredients out. Sugar, spice, and everything nice. He did not notice Mojo as the baby Chimpanzee screamed, crashing everything in the lab in an attempt to get his master's attention.

He got it, however, when he crashed into the professor's arm, resulting in it smashing into a vat of the chemical that Professor Utonium had been working with for the past few months- chemical- X. The professor let out a yell as the chemical mixed with the concoction, causing an explosion that blew him back into his other machinery.

The monkey disappeared, unbeknownst to the professor, blown through a wall, splattered with Chemical X himself.

The professor regained his bearings as he regained consciousness. He winced as the bright light intruded into his sensitive eyes. Shielding his dark eyes with his hand, he squinted at the light… and gasped.

He had done it. The experiment was a success…

Little did he know that the experiment had been more than that. As the three five-year-old little girls stood before him- no. they didn't stand. They were floating.

And then, there was their appearances. One had vibrant, red hair and pink eyes. One had blond hair and sky blue eyes, and the last… he tried not to gasp. She looked like… Bianka, with her pale jade colored eyes and raven hair

He asked who they were, giddy from the success. The first, giggled and said, "we don't have names, silly."

So, he thought of one for each of them. When it came time to name the dark- haired girl who so reminded him of his wife, he gave pause, for the first word to come to his mind was Bianca.

He named her Buttercup instead… after his wife's favorite flowers, and his heart broke all over when she smiled at him.


Ellivsnwot- Same Day

Professor Plutonium frowned, stroking his goatee. Good was ruling in the streets. This, he thought, was unacceptable. He needed crime. He needed Ellivsnwot to belong to him. He smirked, then, his eye glittering with mirth and malice.

He needed… 'peacekeepers' he chuckled wickedly at the irony. It was time to work. If he was to rule this worthless city, he needed help to… obtain it.

"Now…" he murmured, looking in his collection of chemical mixtures, "What are bad little girls made of...?"

He found it, and he laughed. It was so fucking simple. Salt, Vinegar, and everything nasty.

And, his own personal touch. Chemical X. He needed soldiers.

He contained the explosion of ingredients in a large, bulletproof glass bubble.

Three girls appeared. He laughed. He named two of them that day. Brat and Brute. The third girl, the leader, didn't get her name until much later, when she flew into her first rage.

Berserk.

With his beautiful creations, he took the city in days.


That's chapter 1 folks Hoped you like it. I'm going to wait a few days before posting the next one. I love feedback, so feel free to leave something for me. Thank you for reading'

Angel of Pandemonium