Tatta tat tat.

The rain drummed with the repeating window on the girls room. They were four years old, and only one was still up, but was pretending to be asleep. The three girls weren't like normal girls. They had powers. Super heroes, is what they were called on a daily bases at their day care. They were made from sugar, spice and everything nice. With a so called "drop" of Chemical X. The raven haired girl had her arms hanging on the side of where her green blanket was pressed against her cheek, she was sound asleep, and the toughest fighter, and the green hero.

Tatta tat tat.

The one with the orange hair, that came just inches above her feet, was the leader. She had a book about animals and plants tucked under the pink section of the full queen blanket. She was sound asleep, she's the brains of the group, leader, and the pink hero.

Tatta tat tat

Finally, the one with blonde pig tails, she wore them even in her sleep. Or her so called sleep. She had her stuffed octapus, or Octi as she called him. She was on the edge, closest to the windows. She was half awake, half asleep. She was kind of smart, and really sweet, she's the blue hero.

Tatta tat taaaaa!

The girl whimpered in her sleep, feeling her heartbeat accelerate. The window opened, and a dark figure steeped in, his evil grin appearing in the night. The cold wind whipped against his short fur. "Mwahaha." He chuckled lightly. "Those girls are always ruining my fun, Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles." He said the last name in a mocking tone. "That will quickly change, mojo." He said, basking in the glee of it. "I will take them as my own, raise them in a school, a eviiillll school." He said, laughing, the blond girl, or Bubbles tossed slightly and he snapped out of it. "It's desided then." He confirmed. He picked each little girl up, one at a time getting them dressed for the appropriate weather, without taking off their night gones, just slipping on their tights, boots, hats, and coats, with some clothes for the morning. He put them all in his arms and climbed out the window, smirking as he ran to his robot. He put them in the back, strapped to the seat. The blonde peeked through her eyelids at the thing. She whimpered.

"Oh, poor Bubbles, having a nightmare." The thing said.

"Mojo Jojo, you won't…get away…with…this." She said, struggling to get out of the rope.

"That's what you, Bubbles, think." He said. He flew them back to his house on a volcano that had been asleep for so long. "However, I plan on turning you three girls evil and raising you, like my own." He said.

"How?" She asked, then continued, "I mean, how will you turn us evil?" She asked, her confusion and innocence over taking her.

"Easy, I'll implant ideas through my machine. And if that don't work, brute force into turning you evil." He said, laughing, sending chills down Bubbles's back. Bubbles struggled once more. "Stop it already, you're going to cause more pain to yourself, those are shrinking binds, the more you stuggle, the more it hurts for you to move." He said, smirking. They soon got to Mojo's house. "We're here." He said to himself. He got the girls and laid them on separate tables, glass cages with no bars where placed after that. He stuck wires and monitors into their arms, Bubbles winced when he stuck her. Soon a vile fluid was being pumped into their veins. Bubbles blacked out before she could see anything else.

After that night

Bubbles woke up, not remembering who she was, but remembered that a monkey was her father. A monkey? She thought, and raised up, hitting her head on glass. "Ah, wha?" Her two sisters said, she looked over her shoulder. A monkey, no, her father walked in with a man, he had red skin and black hair. "Where are we, Mojo?" Her red headed sister said, she found it weird how she couldn't remember her own sisters name!

"Oh, calm now, calm now." He said, raising his hands. "Is that a way to-" He was cut off by her raven headed sister.

"Just tell us where we are and who we are, Monkey Breath." She said, and her two sisters snickered while her sister smirked.

"Calm now, Brute." The man said in a voice that was high pitched and demonic.

"Brute? That's my name, thanks lobster." Brute said, while her two sisters snickered once again. The man glared.

"I will explain who you were." Mojo said. "You were once three girls lost in this world, selling girl scout cookies to local neighbors to raise money for an orphanage home. It was disgusting. But what surprised me is that the blond one was brave enough to set foot on my lawn." He said, while the man behind him nodded. "Anyways, you were all to cute-" He was interuppted by Brute yet again.

"Cute?" She repeated. "Did you just call me…CUTE?!" She shouted to the top of her lungs, jumping up through the class, for some reason blonde and red jumped through the glass as well. Blonde didn't know why but she didn't like being called cute. If anything she was okay, her two sisters though were beautiful.

"Calm down, Brute." Mojo said. "Where was I? Oh yes, I adopted you all, and they gratefully handed you over, they said something about you girls being trouble makers." He explained, while the girls snorted. They weren't troublesome, or trouble makers, they where chaos makers, the blonde knew it from the moment she gained conciousness. "So I took you in, since I am an evildoer myself. However, since I adopted you, and wanted you to rule with me, I gave you superpowers." The blonde's eyes widen in surprise. "I will tell you your names, since it kind of whipped your memory by mistake." He said, apologetically. "As Brute already knows her name, I will tell you two yours." He said. "The blonde's name is Brat, the orange haired name is Beserk." He said, "And you three are going to behave, like villains." He said, smirking and Brat smirked with her sisters.

9 Years Later

Brat's P.O.V

I walked alongside my two sisters down the road, Brute and Beserk. It was summertime, and everything was nice and quiet. Even though we were created for evil, we liked the little good things as well. The tall grass that hadn't been mowed made my ankles ich. I as wearing a black mini skirt, a blue tube top, fingerless fishnet gloves, black flipflops, and my hair was pulled back with skull hair bows in them. Brute was wearing a green graphic t-shirt with her favorite band, some shorts that she had cut off of some of her jeans and her gray converse her hair was spiked as usual, and she was eating some candy we stole earlier. Beserk was wearing a mini plaid skirt with a pink t-shirt with buttons on it, she was wearing tights that came just above her knees and black ballet flats, she had her signaature red bow that was in shreds as usual, and she was listening to something on her iPod. She had dark pink eyes, Brute had dark green, and mine were dark blue. We were heading back to Mojo's lab when someone behind us spoke. "Yo, is that them Brick?" We all spun around to see three boys. The oranged haired one had dark red eyes, a cap on backward, shorts an t-shirt with something written on it, and converse. The raven haired one had his hair spiked up, dark forest eyes was wearing a graphic tee, and some swim shorts and flipflops. The blonde one almost made me did a double take, sure they were all beautiful, but him. Him. He had his band spiked and swept to either sides of his forehead. He had on a t-shirt that was blue and had a band name on it, he was wearing black shorts and blue flipflops he had a ocean sea blue eyes.

"W-Who are you three?" Beserk stumbled with her words. The orange on smirked, and she glared.

"Who do you think we are?" He asked, crossing his arms, his musceles becoming visible as he tensed.

"Rowdyruff Boys…" Brute muttered. I straightened up. Rowdyruffs? We beat them years ago when we were four! Now, here we are, thirteen, and I just can't believe I found Boomer attractive, well, I couldn't beilieve I found any of them attractive. Butch smirked, and Brute growled.

"Awww, did ya miss us babe?" He asked. They went to the good side after some girls went missing, hoping to find them, they was love sick, and I can't believe that they could be love sick at that age.

"Hell no!" Brute said, and he smirked.

"Hard to believe it."

"Believe it."

"Naw, I think I won't." He said, causing another growl from our sister.

"Calm down Brute." I whispered to my sister. "He's just trying to push your buttons."

"Well consider them pushed." She growled. I nodded. I felt the darkest blue particles, pink and green forming in our hands. I saw the light blue, red, and green forming in their hands. I shot a beam at Boomer and he shot one at me, and I dodged it, while he had trouble. Brute formed a force field in enough time as Butch shot a powerful bean at her. Beserk and Brick shot lazers at each other. I fought Boomer, kicking and punching with such speed and force, he was surprised. I smirked, and jumped back, letting him get his breath.

"Give up?" I asked.

"Never." He replied in such a hushed tone, it surprised me, seeing his opportunity, he grabbed my foot and slung me into a building.

"Ugh…" I said just as my sisters called my name. "I-I'm fine." I said weakly. Boomer flew to the gaping hole where I was cradeling my head. I snapped my head up, and his eyes softened.

"Are you alright?" He asked, I shrugged, before hurtling myself at him. He staggered back and fell on the itchy grass. Pollen flew up from the disturbance. He laid on the ground, conscious, but wouldn't get up, a faint blush on his cheeks. I just realized why.

"Eep!" I shouted, and pulled my skirt down sinking to my knees on his lower stomach, blushing and still holding my skirt down. I felt like crying, never had I ever had this incident before, and it was utterly humiliating. I opened my eyes when someone's hands went to my wrists. I blushed more; Boomer was inches from my face, a little to close for my comfort. All the background noise died down. I tell they were fighting, but I couldn't hear the noise.

"B-Boomer?" I whispered, barely audible. His eyes smiled a lazy grin, and his blush deepened. I wanted to kiss him for some odd reason, it's just like on of those scenes in a movie where the bad guy falls in love with a good guy. But, I'm the bad guy, and Boomer was the good guy, so like in the movies this couldn't work, only in a fairytale. But…Why was my heart beating a thousand miles per second? Why was my mind still, and not clouded with everyday thoughts? And why, why oh why, does his arms seem like they would protect me from danger, from life, from…Everything I'm scared of? My eye lids went to half closed, and so did his. This was it. Was I going to have my first kiss, w-with a good guy?

"Brat!"

"Boomer!" Our leaders voices made us jump, and I rolled off of him. I crouched down, hoping now one would see how red my face just got. Boomer just stood up, looking down. The Rowdyruffs obviously lost, and were leaving in a hasty escape…But I didn't want Boomer to leave. I wanted to go after him, tackle him to the ground, and just have that moment we just had in the tall itchy grass, with the pollen falling in my hair, on my back, and me protecting his face from the pollen, while his hair had little dots in it. I shivered. Why did I want this so badly? It wasn't like me. I got up and went over to my sisters.

"Brat, you're covered in pollen!" Brute said, "What did you do on the grass? Wrestle each other?" She asked, mocking me, since I was an okay fighter, but I didn't like getting pollen on me. I looked at my skin that was now itching from the pollen.

"Yeah…" I replied quietly, my blush a little faint. Brute looked at me once before continuing down the sidewalk next to Beserk. I looked back at where the Rowdyruffs were flying away, and I swear I saw Boomer look back at me.

"Brat? You coming?" Beserk called when she realized I wasn't following anymore.

"Yeah…" I said in a dreamy haze. What was happening to me?

Me: How was it?

Brat/Bubbles: Why was my heart acting like that?!

Boomer: And mine like hers!?

Me: O.O R&R