A/N

'Ello! I wanted to thank all of the people who have been favoriting and reviewing my Teen Titans story "I'm Not Okay, I Promise." I was surprised at its' success, and so… I decided that I'd write some more!

This idea actually came to me while I was in the car, watching a bus drive away. I'd been reading some Powerpuff girl fics lately, so I decided, "What the heck, why not?" So PLEASE read and review! This one's gonna be at least five chapters long, and with reviewers urging me on, I'll actually want to finish it!

I OWN NOTHING BESIDES MY IDEAS!

Thank you :)

I could hear the faint tap, tap, tap of the rain on the window beside me through my headphones even though I had Avenged Sevenfold turned up full blast. That wasn't the only thing I could hear. If it had just been the rain and me, I wouldn't even have bothered with my iPod. Sadly, I wasn't alone.

The freshmen behind me squealed and dabbed more makeup on each other's faces. God, I wanted to barf. I could hear the big jocks in the back tossing a football around. The bullies in the front were dangling some kids' math homework high above his head, and the shortie couldn't reach it. There was obnoxious gossip, too. My name was probably involved.

I sank down lower into my seat and looked down at the screen. I pressed the volume button, praying I could turn it up more. Just my luck… it was already maxed out.

If you haven't figured it out already, I'm on a bus. It might sound really weird and stupid to you because I'm a PowerPuff Girl. I can fly.

About six years ago my sisters and I had been the town's heroes. That was when we were in fifth grade. Unfortunately, this was the year we had been studying laws and such. Princess Morbucks, our worst enemy, had been extremely interested in this for reasons we couldn't put our fingers on…

Until about a week after we concluded our unit.

She ran home to her daddy and convinced him that it should be illegal for people to be looked at as heroes just because they had powers. She told him we should all be considered heroes, and because not all people had super powers, this couldn't happen. Instead, a law was passed that said no superhuman powers could be allowed or exploited. If this rule wasn't followed, the town in which the "hero" lived would be burned to the ground, bit by bit.

My sisters and I had ignored this law of course, until all of the banks and grocery stores were burned down to the ground. An angry mob had materialized outside of our house as soon as a house had been burned. They demanded we should be banished, executed, etc.

The Professor, my brilliant father, had come up with a plan. We would hold some form of ceremony and would pretend to give up our powers. We did such a thing and the whole town believed it.

Unfortunately, there was a bad part to everything.

We were forbidden to ever use our powers outside of our rooms even though we still had them. My sisters hadn't been very happy, but they'd adjusted quickly, saying that it was our chance for a "normal" life.

I'd been furious and rebellious in nature already, and this just made me worse. I tried to use my powers anyway, but when our house was burned down I had to force myself to stop. The Powerpuff girls had ceased to exist then. We had been called by our real names—Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup—from then on.

You may be wondering about the villains of the town. What happened to them? How would the town stay out of the dark if the police couldn't handle them before the Powerpuff girls?

Actually… we really didn't know.

Mojo Jojo had gone into hiding. We hadn't seen him since we had all stopped using our powers. Him, The Gang Green Gang, ALL of our villains had just gone away like someone had just flicked off a light switch. This had puzzled the professor, and it still did, but he didn't show it around us.

Anyway, the reason why I'm sitting in a damned bus is because I can't use my powers, and because Blossom and Bubbles have the car.

As children we were all relatively the same, except for our personalities of course. We were a team… but now we're not. Quite the opposite actually.

At age 12 Blossom became the president of our Student Council. She had gotten straight A's all of her life, and she was no doubt the smartest girl in the 10th grade. She'd kept her pretty looks and her long hair, but she'd switched out her big obnoxious bow after we'd been "stripped" of our powers. She usually wore a jean skirt or something like that and a fancy blouse—something someone smart would wear.

Bubbles on the other hand, had become little miss popular. She was Captain of the Cheerleading Squad, and she was absolutely gorgeous. She was constantly clad in Aeropostale or Abercrombie, and her blonde hair was always doing something different to flatter her face and blue eyes. The whole football team had a crush on her.

Me? I'd like to say that I hadn't changed a bit. I'd kept my tom-boy, dirty attitude although I'd let my wardrobe get a little more girly. Sometimes I'd wear a tank top with a little frill on the bottom. I'd grown my black hair down to my shoulder blades and had layered it heavily so it was always messy in my own stylish way. I always wore camouflaged cargo pants, skinny jeans, or shorts. My shirts consisted of witty sayings, Chuck Norris jokes, and black and green colors. Converse, DCs, and Vans were my best friend. I'd also picked up on music and sports. I had little or no friends.

Thinking of my sisters made my hand creep towards my cell phone which was hiding in my pocket. Ugh. It was raining! Why couldn't they just wait for me to pick them up after the Student Council meeting and Cheer practice?

I grimaced and slouched in my seat, pulling up another depressing song. I smiled when Slipknot popped up.

The first notes of the song began to play when suddenly the bus came crashing to a stop. I slammed into the seat in front of me with an alarmed squeak.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, the only voice in the now quiet bus.

I looked around, expecting chaos to break out, but I found that everyone's attention was now focused at the front of the bus.

Aww man… did someone puke again?

Ready to retch myself, I slowly poked my head around the seat of the bus.

And stared.

A jeep was parked in the middle of the dirt road we were on. I could see that the owner had the lights on. Wondering why said person would leave a green jeep parked in the middle of a dirt road where traffic came both ways made me scoff in disgust. Jeez, how ignorant could people be?

But then I realized something. The owner of the vehicle was sitting on the hood, one leg drawn up beside him, the other leg dangling. He sat completely still for a moment, although he should've been freaked out. The bus had nearly collided with his dumb ass!

The person jumped off of the hood and began to walk slowly up towards the bus. I narrowed my eyes, trying to use those powers I wasn't supposed to have anymore to figure out what he looked like. The stupid rain was blurring my vision!

I couldn't make out his features until he was right next to the bus's headlights. Although I only saw him briefly, my heart just about stopped. I'd seen that face before….

The guy wore baggy faded dark blue jeans, black Vans, and green skull shirt over a long sleeved white shirt. His hair was black and spiked up on his head. He had the stroll of a really muscular guy, and I could tell by the size of his thick chest that he could easily take down any of the jocks behind me. The thing that struck me the most were his eyes. Green… a little bit darker than mine.

I hadn't realized that I'd been zoning out until I heard the glass break. His fist had gone through the folding glass and plastic door of the bus. He pushed his other hand through the hole to join the other one, surprisingly not hurting himself at all. He forced the door open like it was supposed to open in such a way. He lumbered up the steps and looked directly at the bus driver. He appeared to be a little shorter than 6' tall.

The bus driver's lip was quivering. I immediately felt protective. I'd always liked the bearded fat man that reminded me of the Santa Claus I'd met so long ago.

I was about to stand up and leap to his defense when the boy spoke.

"I came to pick someone up," Came the raspy words.

The bus driver's eyes widened.

"D-do you have a note? I'm not allowed to release students without permission from their parent or guardian," The bus driver began to ramble but the boy replied with a simple gesture of punching the little fan on the dashboard into the windshield, which made it crack.

"I came to pick someone up," He growled a little bit more menacingly. "If you don't 'release' them to me right now I will take them by force."

The bus driver stayed quiet, refusing to capitulate.

The boy smiled and bit his lip while he shook his head slightly. He reached into his bulgy pocket for something I saw to be silver, and my instincts kicked in at once.

I stood up in less than a second, my light green eyes tinged with fury. "Who do you need?" I snarled.

The boy looked at me, and he raised his eyebrows without a word.

"Who do you need?" I repeated, a little more menace to my voice this time. "You can take them if you can go through me."

This time, he smiled. It was a bit cute. A little chuckle escaped his lips.

"Alright. I'll fight you. It'll only take a second anyway."

"Who are we fighting over?"

Those dark green depths clouded with amusement. "You," He said.

I made a snarling noise in the back of my throat against my own will.
"Bullshit," I muttered darkly, stepping into the aisle and stalking closer.

"Alright, change of plans then," The boy said in a husky tone. Before I could stop him, he reached into his pocket with lightning-fast speed. He pulled out a pistol, one I knew he was hiding.

"You come with me right now or—" He paused to cock the gun and point it at a random child, "—I'll shoot this little girl."

Everything inside of me screamed to find some other way. I could resist, and BANG! That kid was dead. I could try and force it out of his hand right now, but with my luck someone else would be dead. A little idea popped into my head. I nearly smiled. I hoped desperately in that minute that I had been born with the good acting skills.

I made my shoulders slump and I tried to appear downcast.

"Alright," I growled. "You win." And I stomped out of the bus and into the downpour. I was sure everyone was staring at me as I stepped out into the rain, but I didn't give a damn right now. I hadn't seen action since the fifth grade. I was ready for it.

I saw the boy pause, and then he spoke in a rushed quiet tone to the bus driver—giving him orders no doubt. After punching in the radio the busdrivers used to communicate, he sauntered out of the bus and turned to salute the bus driver. The poor man looked terrified and disappointed in himself that he'd let a child go, but he pulled together what he could of the door, revved the engine, and drove off.

The only sound then, was the downpour and the quiet motor of the idling jeep behind us.

"You just made a fatal mistake," I chortled, gathering up what powers I had to outwit him and make him pay.

"Nah, I don't think so Miss Hero," He said, turning to face me. His hair was so sodden that little bits of it were spilling over his eyes, making them look darker.

"Alright," I muttered, holding out my hands, "Handcuff me, take me away to a shack in the woods where your buddies are hiding to do who-knows-what to me. I'm ready, go ahead."

The boy laughed. "You've gotten funnier." He didn't pull out a pair of handcuffs, but he did grab forcefully onto my wrists and drag me towards the Jeep.

"Let me just warn you, you're in a HUGE load of trouble. I've got sisters, and they're not merciful when it comes to our family's safety. In fact, I don't even think they'll need to come. I can handle you all by myself."

He buckled me into the Jeep with some weird customized belt thing. I couldn't move if I used my normal human strength, but I could probably burn it open with my laser-eyes.

He ignored my comment and circled the car to get into the driver's seat. Once seated, he revved the engine and began to drive forward. I saw the meter rise. 30 miles per hour…45 miles per hour… 80 miles per hour… 100… that was as fast as it could go! I didn't mind, I'd always drove in the fast lane, but something told me he wasn't as careful as I was.
"Woah, slow down!" I commanded, trying to reach forward to push his shoulder forcefully. I couldn't of course. I also didn't want to give up my identity just yet.

He ignored me again. Jeez, I hated being ignored. We pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station just outside of Townsville. He slowed the car to a stop and pulled the key out of the ignition. We sat there for a few moments. I stared at him with growing irritation and he stared out of the windshield. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted up into a smile.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" He asked, turning to me.

I put on a disgusted look and raised an eyebrow. "Should I?"

He laughed once, a sinister sound, and opened the car door. He came around to my side and pulled me out. He set me down but made me put my hands behind my back. Once I'd done that, he squeezed my wrists so tightly I thought they might break—and I was a superhuman!

He pushed open the glass doors of the gas station, revealing a few shelves of stacked up gum—the usual for a gas station.

"What, you need to freshen your breath?" I growled, but he didn't say anything and he walked to the back of the store. I was surprised to find that there was a sliding metal-paneled door. It looked like something an old guy would use to cover his garage. He took one hand off of my wrists—although his grip didn't loosen—and he pulled up the door.

The room was covered in TVs. Big ones, little ones, flat screens, computer screens, any TV that had ever been created. A row of theatre seats sat facing the East Wall. He pushed me down into one in the middle and strapped me in. I was starting to panic as I realized that the straps he put me in were made of titanium—or some other weird form of unbreakable fabric.

"What the hell? What are you gonna do to me?" I shrieked. He laughed and motioned toward the door, just as I heard it swing open again.

"Brick's the ones with all the brains," He whispered. What? Brick?

And that's when I saw two other guys hauling my unconscious sisters into the room.