A.N.: Just to make this clear, the title Academy is not about real school life like many other fics of the PPG. As the story progresses you will see why it is called that away. In an away, this story is inspired by one of my favorite manga: Deadman Wonderland. It will not be exactly like that (where is the fun in that?), but it will have some similarities. You will see.

And also I don´t own Powerpuff Girls cartoon or its characters, only my OC and the story. And lets get on with the show.

Prologue

He was running. Running for is life. Running for is freedom. But his pursuers seemed relentless. He was running for hours and still they followed him. He couldn´t see them but he felt that they were close. Very close.

He turned in an alley. He stopped to catch his breath, leaning on the wall. A kid no more older than 13-14 years wearing a black jumpsuit with a white circle in front of the chest area. He seemed normal. But appearances could be deceiving.

It wasn´t fair, thought the boy. Is life was normal up until a few weeks ago. But then he developed these freaky powers. He didn´t ask for this. Nor he asked for the rejection from his friends and peers from school, including the teachers and others.

But the worst were his parents. They didn´t want nothing with him, not with the little monster. So they called him, a general who said to his parents that he could teach him how to develop his powers, to become a productive member of society. But as soon as he was out of his house, he felt something sharp on his shoulder and the next thing he knows he was unconscious. When he woke up, he was there. The Academy, as those sadists called it. It was worse than a prison, but the objective was not to hold all the monsters that they could. It was much worse than that, so that´s why he escaped. It was not easy but he made it for a few kilometers away from the installations. But then he realized his captors send them. Their lapdogs. If they caught him, he would be delivered to the General. And he was the worse of them all.

"At last we found you." said a female monotonous voice.

He looked at his side and saw his worst fears. A boy wearing a similar jumpsuit with a white circle the front was looking at him with a neutral expression. He was younger than him, probably 10-11 years old, a little shorter, with short brown hair and blue eyes.

Next to him was a girl, with the same look on her face. She had black hair that reached her shoulders, red eyes and with the same height. But she was wearing a white dress whose skirt reached her leg joints. It had a black circle at the front.

Both of them were using a strange gray colar with a green light in both of them. The older boy didn´t have that colar in his neck.

The older boy backed away in fear, and almost slipped to the floor.

"P-l-l-l-e-e-e-ase. Stay away fr-o-o-o-om me!" he said sputtering the words.

"You know that it doesn´t work that away. The General doesn´t like fugitives." said the other boy with the same monotonous tone as the girl.

"You better surrender peacefully, or we will bring you back in pieces if necessary." said the girl without showing any emotion in her face.

Sweating, the corned boy decided that his only option was to fight them. Maybe he could find an opening and escape.

"This is my away of surrendering!" shouted the boy.

As he said that, from his body emerged various spikes, covering all of his body, scratching his jumpsuit. He goes straight to the others and launched a punch at them, but they dodged expertly.

"You can´t fool us. We know that your spikes secretes a paralyzing toxin. One scratch and we are out for hours. You can´t touch us." said the boy.

"Then how about THIS!" yelled the boy and his spikes were shoot from his body, in a deadly shower of spikes, straight to the pair. There were so many that it was impossible to dodge them all.

The older boy was preparing for leaving when he saw his spikes stopping in the air. The other boy raised his hand and the spikes were shoot back to his owner.

Although amazed, he quickly recovers and moves out of the way of the spikes just in time. But as he was preparing to attack, he noticed that the girl wasn´t with the other boy. He would soon find out why as a black tentacle grabbed him by the waist and lift him several feet of the ground.

The tentacle was connected to the girl´s back and the other boy comes to her side. He tries to struggle, but he feels the tentacle enveloping his body almost entirely, save for his head.

"Successful capture. Now to pacify him." said the girl.

The boy nodded, and he closes his eye. In his forehead a big eye opens, with a big black pupil and iris of blue color.

"WHAT…WHAT…ARE…YOU?" shouted the boy in panic while he still struggled against the tentacle.

"I am Abnormal." said the other boy.

"And I am Freak." said the girl.

"Like you are." said both of them at the same time.

In the night of the city, a piercing scream is heard. Anyone who heard should be shrugging because of it.

As the pair leaves the dark alley with their captive unconscious, a black helicopter lands on the street. Four men in SWAT clothes leave the vehicle, all armed with rifles. They put their captive on the ground and the soldiers carry him on to the helicopter.

Another man was sitting on the helicopter, this one dressed like a general. In the dark of the compartment his face could not be seen and he was accompanied by a woman wearing a lab coat and writing on a laptop.

"It seems that our finest recruits were successful once again. Tell HQ that we have the fugitive and we will arrive in less than an hour." said the General.

"Yes General. What punishment that subject 1456 codename Spikeboy will face?" asked the scientist.

"I will see back at the Academy." answered the General, his eyes gleaming in anticipation.

"Once we are back, prepare Abnormal and Freak for next mission. In 24 hours we will travel to Townville to deal with the freaks there." said the General.

"You don´t mean…" started the scientist.

"Yes. It is time to deal with those two sets of triplets down there." said the General in a cold and merciless tone.