Previously titled: Bloody Innocence; has since gone through extreme editing.

Chapter One:

'Don't speak, or you'll scare off the silence.'

Miyako POV

I never really thought about much, I was impulsive. I liked to binge buy cute clothes, and I rarely had to make a choice between the two, so I never really made any minor or major decisions for myself. When I had become a Power Puff Girl things had changed, I had to make tough decisions that other people didn't want to make and live with them. We rarely had to choose between the lives of the citizens, but with age the killings became more apparent. The villains were becoming reckless, and they cared less for personal revenge and just causing a ruckus, destroying lives of the civilians.

We had never been the victims, but as soon as I woke up I knew that their minds had changed.

I'd never been allowed to even sleep over at a friend's house, so the panic set in immediately, my throat closed and my breathing sped up at the thought of a lecture from my grandmother… and you could only imagine it got worse the more I realized this wasn't a room in any of my friend's households. Even worse, my belt and compact gone from my hips.

The room was dark and it didn't look like there was a lamp in sight, there were wide windows that were tinted to let in no light and obnoxiously un-simple, nearly garish, curtains hovering over them.

I was surprised I was even on a bed, Kidnapper's, let alone villains, never really have a politeness policy in place to take care of guests. I sunk a bit further into the fluffy down covers before allowing myself to calm down. I needed to breathe.

I wasn't Momoko, I couldn't just come up with a plan, and I wasn't Kaoru who could take everything in stride. I'm a worrier, I get panicky easily, I don't like new things unless they're new clothes. I hate this room.

I need to find my friends.

Swallowing my pitiful emotion I tried to become brave and allowed my frighteningly bare feet to touch the freezing tiled floor. There was no carpet, and no warmth besides the bed, absolutely no light, and it was hard to see in the thick darkness.

There were two doors, each identifiable by the light seeping from under them, and I headed towards the closest one. No matter how much I pulled and jiggled it, it wouldn't budge. I wrote a mental list, I would need one if I was going to get out of here.

To Do List:
*Find Momoko
*Find Kaoru
+Find Compacts/Belts
**Go back Home.

I couldn't do any of those right away, so…
**Open door. +Find Hairpin/Anything that will do
***Investigate Area.

This would do for now, but I needed to find something to unlock the door. I could only hope the other door would open, and it did. The first thing I noticed, 'Light!', and the second thing a mirror 'I look like an absolute—', Maybe I shouldn't finish that thought, it was quite improper, proof my Tomboyish friend had been rubbing off on me. My hair was ratty, blond curls run wild, I felt like a train wreck. I found myself wondering for a hair straightener until I remembered where exactly I was.
If this mirror was placed here to crush my spirit, kudos to the guy who thought that up, it's working alright! Don't even get me started on my clothes; Tights in tatters from the knee down, Shoes missing, Skirt splattered with dirt, a previously white Blouse colored akin to that of train smoke(all dodgy and suffocating what was left of the white, that'd be hell to wash out), ash and soot marring every inch of skin. My hair had charred ends. Charred. Ends. I could feel my inner fashionista hyperventilating. 'Simmer down there girl, this is the least of your problems' I reminded, catching my breath. 'Focus, Hairpin'. Right, Got it. Private Sleuth Miyako Goutokuji is on the case!

. . .

'Oh, Dear, God. Control yourself, Control—'"THESE ARE SO CUTE!" Hook, Line, Sinker. I am a failure as a hero but— but— I just. Clothes! So many clothes! They even have the new things that aren't even in stores yet, they only just premiered this last weekend! Momoko substituted something like 'Kryptonite' before for the word weakness, this is no doubt mine. Absolutely no doubt.

I want to try them all on! They're just so perfect and, I can't even really express how— No, Bad Miyako. Sleuth, Now!
'But the clothes~!'
So What? But your friends; they're more important.

I deflate and then look sadly at the clothes before carrying on, So long brief friends, Momoko and Kaoru were here first so… Goodbye! 'Stop being so dramatic you twit, get to work'.

Ouch, I need to stop insulting myself, but yes, I do need to get back on task… even though I should have put it more gently… … I'm going crazy. A few minutes of investigating later, and this room is clear of all hair pins. It seems that the left is guy's clothes and the girls the right, and if you make it all the way to the other side of the room there's another door. I didn't open it, but now that I'm done scouring this room I might as well head to the next.

This might even be better than the clothes room. A bathroom. Hallelujah! The home of hairpins and baths, both of which I need dearly. I have a compulsion to be clean, excuse me for having a thing for personal hygiene. Make the best of the situation, you know? I could even get some awesome spy clothes and be extra sleuthy once I open the door~! Yes! Good plan Miyako! The best plan! Pat on the back, you're doing well; besides, there's even a hair straightener in here, and once I'm done using it (don't judge me, peasant. Oh my god I'm so sorry, Momoko got into this one manga with the characters lines and it just stuck, I'm horrible, I'm so sorry.) I can use it as protection to lightly scald any who apprehend me! Don't tell me hitting yourself with the metallic plates doesn't hurt like hell fire, you'd be a liar.

After a quick bath and hair drying, I painstakingly avoid all of the other cute clothes, and just pick out a pair of black tights, black pants, black top, black hoodie, and black flats— black everything. I straightened my hair and tied it in a low ponytail, stocking about thirty hairpins lined around the pants waistband, as well as ten in the hoodies pocket. There wasn't anything like weapons laying around, but a girl can hope and dream. I still had the hair straightener anyways, I'm sure that would do… I just had to make sure not to touch it.

I made my way to the front door, and to my annoyance it was now unlocked. All of that work for nothing?! It's this exact sort of irritating situation is exactly why I can't stand for wishy-washy antagonists, I mean, do you want me to stay in this room or not? Don't be all suspicious and give me mixed messages! Now I want to stay in this room! Because I feel like you want me to go into the hallway, because it's a trap! … Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's not a trap. Maybe you're using some sick reverse psychology and are making me stay in this room. WELL HEAR ME, I WILL GO INTO YOUR HALLWAY AND IF YOU JUMPSCARE ME I WILL MAR YOUR FACE WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL HAIR STRAIGHTENER DO YOU HEAR ME VILLIAN?!

"Uh… Loud and clear."

Oh. Oh. So this is what a heart attack feels like.

"You're... not going to 'mar my face' with that hair straightener, are you? I mean, we're not in the hallway."

You can hear a pin drop as I turn around.

Standing behind me, eyes glowing in the dark, is my counterpart, The Rowdy Ruff Boy's third member. Boomer.