Hey, this is my first Powerpuff Girls Fanfiction! If you could review it and tell me what I did well on/what I need to improve on, that would be great! Thanks!
~Graphite Strokes
Sure, of course it was an amicable city during daylight hours. All the little children come out to play with their friends and have fun after school. Adults go to work and come back to watch their little tykes. Most people throughout the city are going about their business. Everyone has somewhere to be or someone to meet.
At night, however, parents scurry their little angels inside, in fear of what lurks in the shadows down alleyways and behind every corner. With the moon arises Townsville's true colors. Streets are emptied of little playing children, and immediately fill with some rather unsavory characters. Down every now dim-lit street and in the shadows, their presence fills the air with an unsettling scent.
The city of Townsville.
This is where our story begins.
Small white cars with blinking lights roll down every criminal-infested part of this city, headlights swinging through the darkness. High above these dark streets, a large mob of smoky clouds lie ominously. A glimmer of hope exists for this city yet.
Three streaks of pure light cut through the stillness and darkness of the night like knives; illuminating the eerie sky. Each is a different color; one being a light primrose, the other a bright cyan, and the last a striking neon green. These bright stars bring so much faith to the citizens of this city.
The Powerpuff Girls.
Unique and special in their own way, they bring peace to this town full of crooks and criminals. As the girls patrolled the seemingly calm evening skies, they conversed.
"Alright girls, just one more sweep of the city, then we'll head home." Blossom, the leader announced.
"Sounds good to me," Her sister, Bubbles, replied.
"Yeah, whatever," Mumbled Buttercup, the third sister.
Looking below at the city with her bird's eye view, Blossom spots a single dark figure running down the empty streets of the small city.
Why would someone be running that fast this late at night? And where to? Blossom thought to herself.
"Hey, look at that guy down there!" Bubbles pointed out, as if reading Blossom's mind.
"Don't worry, I'll handle that myself!" Buttercup said, as she cracked her knuckles and flew downwards to confront whoever the shady figure was.
"Wait!" Blossom exclaimed, too late. Bubbles just let out a sigh.
"Let her go, we'll end up in an argument if we try and stop her."
Blossom paused and looked at her blue-eyed sister.
"Alright. But if she doesn't come home before dinner, we need to go and get her."
Bubbles nodded her head in agreement and they both flew off, both worrying that their mischievous sister will get in some sort of trouble.
Rain pounded down like bullets as Buttercup dashed down the dark, smoggy alleyways as fast as she could.
Stupid crook! Why can't he just surrender? Buttercup thought with rage. She cursed to herself as the criminal ran ahead down the winding paths.
Come on! FASTER!
Buttercup pushed herself as far as she could. She accelerated forward, and sped through the winding streets of Townsville, leaving a blazing trail of fire behind her. She smirked as the green blaze reflected into her fierce eyes and onto every single window she passed.
Finally! There he is!
As she closed in on the criminal, she could finally see what he really looked like. His face was hidden by a black fedora on his head, and his long, brunette hair was tied into a ponytail. On his back was a long black trench coat that went just below his thighs.
Strangely, he stopped. The crook turned to face Buttercup, his face still shadowed over. Buttercup skidded to a halt and the incandescent green flames were put out. She pointed at him, stepping closer as rainwater continuously hammered down on them.
"I've got you now! Don't even try to run away, punk!"
Suddenly, a nearby phone booth around the corner with a phone inside started to ring. The mysterious man checked his watch and ran to go pick up. Before he could even set his palm on the handle of the door, Buttercup had him cornered. She pointed her left palm at him, which was glowing with white energy. Sensing that he had no time to answer, or for this matter, get blasted; with a spin and pull of his cloak, he seemed to dissolve into thin air. The mysterious man had disappeared into the shadows, and was nowhere to be seen. The phone in the booth still ringing; so, thinking she might as well see what this was about, Buttercup stepped inside to dry off and answered the ringing telephone.
After picking up, she heard some strange static from the other end of the line. There was a loud, unsettling noise that sounded like distorted crashing, as if something just exploded.
Then the line went dead.
Buttercup felt strange chills run down her spine. There was something very unsettling about this… Suddenly, an unnaturally powerful strip of lightning ripped through the night sky and struck the small phone booth. Buttercup let out a bloodcurdling scream, her whole life flashing before her eyes. She fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. The phone dropped on the floor with a clunk; drowned out by the sound of the rain, still battering the shadowy lanes of the city.