Author Note: GREETINGS! It is I, from the future by the standards of first posting this story! (Well, it's 2014 over here in real time. :P) I'm only editing this for this note's purpose, which is merely to say I was barely twelve when this was first posted and completed, so my newer writing is much more advanced and improved. If you'd still like to read and review/fav/anything else, that's still great! Thank you so much for the support! :)

Original Posting Date: 10/30/10.

Original Completion Date: 12/29/10.

Where are you, sister? 1

Author Note: Well, how-day! I came up with another fanfic, (I never keep you waiting long,) so hope ya'll like! Now, here's the disclaimer!

Professor: Hello, people out there who own commuters and cellular devices and can read.

Me: So, let's hear the disclaimer!

Professor: Pooffoop1 does not have ownership of The Powerpuff Girls or myself. All related characters, actions, and logos were founded and brought to life by Craig McCracken and the studios. Since it has been allowed, Pooffoop1 has created this story for your entertainment and to feed the hunger of a great story and your reviews. (Smiles proudly.)

Me: You know, Pooffoop1 doesn't own Powerpuff Girls would have worked.

Professor: Oops. I did it again.

Me: Enjoy!

"What's this?" Bubbles said, pulling out a long, rusty pole. Bubbles and her sisters were rummaging through the basement. "It looks like an old metal latter stand," Blossom said. "How is going?" their father, Professor, asked, coming down the steps. "The only thing we found interesting is a old red ball, rope, and this metal pole," Buttercup told him, looking at the small pile. "I have an idea," he declared. He took a cloth, wetted it, then cleaned the ball and pole. Next, he made two holes, close, and tied the rope in the ball. With the other end of the rope, he wrapped it around the pole tightly. He used a box and concrete as a stand around the pole, then took it outside. "Wah-la! A tetherball!" he announced.

"Oh, cool! Thank you, Professor!" Buttercup said, rushing to it. "Yes, Professor. Thank you," Blossom agreed. "Thank you, daddy," Bubbles said, hugging his neck. Professor hugged her back. His daughters were so wonderful, and he and Bubbles had an unbreakable bond. "Yo, Bubble-gum! Come on!" Buttercup yelled, impatient. Bubbles kissed Professor, then joined her sisters. "Come on, Professor! You can be on my team!" Bubbles called. "Oh, no. I'm too old and withered. I'll just watch," he replied, sitting in a lawn chair. The girls started to play.

"Ow!" Blossom yelled. Buttercup had just hit the ball a little too hard, and she fell onto the concrete. "Sorry," Buttercup said, blushing. "Okay, who wants some fruit and fruit dip?" Professor asked. "Me!" the trio yelled. "Okay. I'll be right back, and you girls take a break," Professor said, going inside.

Professor set the snack on a big tray, then decided to join them in a couple of rounds. He changed into shorts and t-shirt, and just as he walked out of his room. But then, he smelled a horrible smell. He covered his nose and headed to the source. He saw a smocking ball in his lab, and he pondered a bit before it blew up. Purple gas filled the air, and the last thing Professor fainted was a big shadow over him.

"When is he coming back? I'm hungry," Buttercup said. He had been gone for an hour, and they were worried. "I'm going to check," Bubbles said, flying in. She screamed at the sight. Her sisters flew behind her and gasped. Professor was bloody and un-conscience on the floor.

They were baffled until they all felt a sharp zapping behind them, and they got un-conscience. When Professor opened his eyes, he had one feeling: Anger. He was tied up on the floor of his home, and his children where tied together near him, K. O. He scooted to them and nudged with his hip. Bubbles moaned, then opened her eyes. "Professor?" she whispered. "Sh. We need to check on your sisters," Professor whispered. Bubbles nudged Blossom with her head. Blossom woke up, and they woke up Buttercup. "What's going on, Professor?" Blossom whispered, trying to hide her fear.

Blossom's P. O. V

I was scared, but I tried to not show it. As the leader of The Powerpuff Girls, I need to maintain my professional image. Buttercup is way to bold, so I need to keep her at stable level. And Bubbles is timid in surprise attacks, so I need to keep calm to keep her calm and ready to face danger. You know, my sisters wouldn't be much without me. And Professor really sees me as the responsible child and the most mature. He calls us girls, but he usually looks at me. Professor and Buttercup aren't very close, but they love each other deeply, considering he made us and she protects her family. And Professor and Bubbles have a special bond. Now, I will never be able to live up to that kind of bond, but Professor and I can talk and love. Besides, he knows I will always take care of him.

But anyway, I was scared. I asked what's going on, and Professor said, "I don't know. But I know we will get out of this and I'll take care of you." He looked at Bubbles as he said the 'take care of us' part. Good. Bubbles and Buttercup may not be ready, but I can take care of myself. "First we need to see who are attacker is," I said softly. That's when a shadow loomed over us. He looked at Professor, (I think. I couldn't see his face or any body, he looked all black,) then punched him with a pitch-black un-detailed hand. Bubbles screamed, Buttercup growled, and I just glared at the guy. The man then looked at each of us for a long time. He seemed to keep looking at me. I felt a chill travel down my spine, but I remained calm. Bubbles whimpered and pressed against me. Buttercup was angry, but didn't move. Finally, the man did something that made me show my fear.

He grabbed me by my shoulders and pressed a button on the wall with a foot. I was slid free, into his grasp. I screamed as the rope tightened around my sisters. This guy held me into his chest and started to run, clutching me. I struggled and screamed. I had to get away. But then, he stuck a needle into my arm. I felt weak and dizzy. I saw Professor sitting up, Bubbles' wide-eyes, and Buttercup hissing before I knocked out.

Professor's P. O. V

I needed to keep my girls safe. Some dark figure came in, then looked at me, though I couldn't see anything but the outline and then black. He then slammed his fist into my stomach. I toppled into a heap and knocked out.

When I sat up, I gasped. The figure was clutching Blossom, who was knocked out. I saw Bubbles frozen in fear, and Buttercup hissing. The figure ran out the door and locked it after he set a bomb. I was really angry now. I squirmed and struggled, but I couldn't break free. Finally, I turned to my other children. "Bubbles, lazar my chains," I said. She did, and I was free. I quickly untied them, then scooped them up. I, without a second to spare, ran out the door into the yard. Just in time. My lab blew up, and I covered the other two. I felt glass in my back, but ignored it as I looked at Bubbles and Buttercup.

Bubbles was wide-eyed and shaking, and Buttercup was angry. "Are you okay, girls?" I said, scared for their well being. "I'm fine," Buttercup growled. Bubbles nodded her head, then burst into a loud wail. "That mean, nasty, creepy, dark man kid napped Blossom!" she cried. She hated to be away from family for long. "Don't worry, kid. We're going to go find her and beat the guys brains out," Buttercup assured her. She could be care-free, stubborn, and rude sometimes, but she was really a great kid and sister. "Yeah!" Bubbles agreed. Buttercup sure did her some interesting things.

Buttercup's P. O. V

I. Was. ANGRY! How dare some creepy dude steal my sister! I was going to do such illegal things to the guy when I found him. I knew Bubbles felt the same. You know, Blossom and I argue sometimes, but I really do love her. You know, it's a sister thing. Professor was really worried as well, so I was ready to go save my sister.

Bubbles' P. O. V

I couldn't believe somebody stole Blossom for no reason. I was stressed and crying, but I was more than ready to go beat his brains out with Buttercup. Ah, Buttercup. I least I still had her. I knew Blossom was smart, so she would probably figure it out. But I decided we needed to help. After all, we need her. Professor was concerned as well, so he said, "Alright, kids. Let's go save your sister." Buttercup locked arms with me, and I held Professor's hand. And so our great journey began.

Author Note: I shall update VERY soon, so tell me whatcha' think. :).

Professor: But do not fear. This is not yet the conclusion of this story in which she has given birth to. In the near future, you will see another fine chapter full of adventure and the ever changing point of views. Therefor...

Me: Professor!