Chapter One
Saturday
Hi. I'm Bubbles Utonium. I'm sixteen years old and attend Townsville High. I was also created by accident and so were my sisters, Blossom and Buttercup, and by some miracle we all had super powers. We became Townsville's super heroes. The Powerpuff Girls! But, of course, heroes always mean villains. This includes the villains we're facing now, our counterparts, the Rowdyruff Boys. Brick, the red-headed counterpart of Blossom, is the leader. Despite his brains, he can't hold a candle to Blossom's genius. Butch is the tough fighter, all brawn and no brain, and the counterpart of Buttercup. While she doesn't always think things through, she definitely has some common sense which is more than I can say for Butch. Lastly, is Boomer the "dumb blonde" and my counterpart whom everyone says is just like me (minus the masculine features)! While he is my counterpart I am quite offended by this. I know I'm blonde and naïve, but come on! I'm not a complete and total idiot. In fact, I'd say the only thing that illustrates us as counterparts is that we both usually wear blue and have blonde hair and blue eyes.
"You're getting weaker," Boomer taunted me, knowing just how to get my goat which, admittedly, isn't a very hard thing to do.
"I am not," I whined, glaring at him and receiving a smirk in return. Butch flew up next to him to join in his teasing, brushing some strands of the shaggy black hair that fell into his eyes back only to have them stick up slightly. "I didn't think it was possible for her to get any weaker. She's already pathetic," Butch threw in while Buttercup was prying herself out of the wall Butch had thrown her into.
"No, I'm not!" I screamed, aiming a punch at Butch's head. I wasn't thinking of course. I hadn't thought about the reasons Buttercup fought Butch instead of me fighting Butch. 1. Butch was faster than me with faster reflexes than I could ever hope to have. 2. Butch is also stronger than I could ever dream to be, and I have very outrageous and vivid dreams.
I blinked, and Butch, glaring at me all the while, caught my fist mid-swing. My eyes widened, though I shouldn't have been surprised, and he flung me to the ground. I groaned in frustration, more at myself, and in pain as I slowly rose to my feet and flew up into the air. Buttercup had rejoined the fight and was keeping Butch busy. My eyes scanned the area for Boomer, but he found me first. I was blasted in the back with laser beams. What a dirty trick! But what else would I expect form a villain? A fair fight is always out of the question. I was now half conscious and half unconscious, my body slowly drifting back and forth between the two. 'Maybe I am getting weaker…' I thought to myself. No. I shook my head, trying to rid the thought from my mind and get back to reality. I suddenly snapped back, as if nothing had hit me (sort of, my head still hurt), in time to dodge the kick that was aimed at my stomach. I grabbed Boomer's leg and flung him through the wall of a brick building, leaving a gaping hole. I smiled giddily.
"Who's weak now, Boomer?" I yelled, doing a mental happy dance. Boomer flew out of the building, charging at me with everything he had. I was focused. I was ready.
"Bubbles look out!" I heard Buttercup yell. I turned in time to see a building's support beam flying at my head. The next thing I knew I was back on the ground looking up at the five floating/spinning figures (or twenty-five) before I slipped into unconsciousness.
PPG PGG PGG
"Stupid Rowdyruff Boys. Fighting dirty. But I wouldn't expect anything less from villains," I heard Buttercup sneer, her voice growing and fading. She was pacing back and forth.
"Shhh…," said a voice right next to me. "You'll wake her up." It had to be Blossom. I cracked my eyes open a tiny bit, so far so good. I tried to open them completely, bad idea. They were light sensitive, so I closed them and tried again. This time I slowly fluttered them open. My head was pounding, I mean more than it was during the fight, not like a hammer but like an annoying and very painful thudding. It's like if you slam your head against a wall a few times.
"Uhhng…" my first attempt at speech, "What happened?" I asked, taking in my surroundings and realizing I was back in our room.
"You were knocked out. Butch hit you in the head with a metal support beam," Blossom explained, using her analysis voice (all business). I reached up to touch my forehead and cringed as I touched the spot the pounding originated and felt a shock of pain and a bump the size of my fist.
"They got away?" I asked, wondering if my knock out had prevented the Ruffs form being caught.
"No duh! Of course they got away! They fight dirty," Buttercup snapped, clearly still mad to not kick the snot out of Butch or one of his brothers.
"Buttercup, that support beam was meant for your head," Blossom stated, still all business and no nonsense. It was my fault. I should have moved.
"What'd they steal?" I asked, my curiosity ruling out my guilt and starting to lead me to about a million more questions.
"Just some jewels-" Blossom began.
"Wait," I interrupted, "What happened to the building the support beam came from?"
"It fell, Dummy, what else would it have done? Tap danced?" Buttercup snapped, growing impatient.
"Oh," I stated feeling stupid for not using common sense to figure it out. Slowly the throbbing in the bump on my head went down and the bump itself began to go down. I slowly got off of the bed I was laying on and stretched.
"So, what now?" I asked, and Blossom sighed.
"There's nothing we can do," she said tiredly, "Except wait for their next move." There was a moment of silence, and the hotline rang shortly after causing us to jump a bit. You'd think the crime rate would decrease as the years of being protectors of Townsville went by, but they only seemed to increase.
"Yes, Mayor? …A hold up?...Okay, we're on our way," Blossom said, switching to her "in charge" voice.
"The Rowdyruff Boys?" Buttercup asked, clearly ready for a rematch.
"No, it's just Mojo Jojo," Blossom said taking off through on the open, circular windows in our room. Buttercup was flying out the window before I had time to blink. I took off as fast as I could through the window trying to catch up with my much faster sisters. I landed at the scene of the crime, a bank vault with giant gaping holes in them and several flustered bystanders, in time to see the police taking Mojo to jail.
"Gosh, took you long enough, Bubbles. Not that he put up much of a fight," Buttercup stated in a smug tone of voice. Too slow.
As I stared up at the ceiling that night, I tried to push the thought of weakness from my mind. Sure there were times I had my moments, but we only lost to the Rowdyruff because they got lucky. Real lucky. I totally could've handled Boomer today. I could've taken on any one of them. 'No you couldn't,' a voice in my head was all too quick to remind me. Brick, he was a definite maybe and Boomer I knew I could beat. Butch, absolutely not! I frowned. I had to get better somehow. But how?