Summary: Being part of a private agency was always hard for 22 year old Blossom Utonium. There were always mysteries that needed to be solved and calls to be answered. However, she now discovered her next big investigation begins with partnership. Better yet with Brick Jojo himself. A former villain, a former enemy and maybe lover? What could go wrong?

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the Powerpuff girls. Yet, I own a few characters and the plot.


The Murderer of My Heart

Prologue

"The darkness that surrounds us can not hurt us.

It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear."

-Silvetris

London, England

August 1, 2007

11: 34 p.m.

Michel Martin struggled running through many hallways of his own home. His breathing was heavy and was in discomfort from his left leg that been shot earlier. He went straight in front a particular doorway clutching its handle in desperate need to survive this blood bath. He was crying knowing the door would allow no access to the authority room of the mansion when he continued tugging it repeatedly. Then he again ran for his life when hearing the screams of others and the sounds of bullets being fired through the night.

The young man continued running farther into the depths of his family history where their treasures lay. Paintings hung among the beautiful walls, golden jewels plastered into the strain glass windows. The room was definitely a dream to any who wish to hold the wealth of royal blood. This is what they are after. The treasure that lies within the heart of a Martin's mansion.

Touching a simple jewel on the wall, the twenty-five year old nearly bawled at its shock as he collapsed on the coral tiled floor. He has always known when having contact with a treasure within the room, solid iron blocks would appear covering all entries.

"You seem so highly of yourself that you never notice me heh?"

Michel's eyes widen in fear hearing that cold voice. Slowly turning around, he saw a dark silhouette standing near the door he had entered from only a few feet away. He was tall, and sound quite young, with such a pale face that was reflected from the little light.

"Same for you…as you know there's no way to get out of here" Michel chuckled lightly as he tried his best to show the bravery he does not have.

"Little did you know…I could care less of this treasure."

"Then why did you attack my family!?" Michel cried in fury glaring at the man before him.

The intruder white teeth shined as he smiled in such amusement. He took several more steps towards the lonely Martin laughing at how stupid he could be. "You stole something that was clearly mine you Martin!" he spat. "I'm just here to get revenge on you and how you ruined my life!"

Michel raised an eyebrow. He was having difficulty finding any connection that he had with this man while hopping away more farther. "I never did anything to you bastard!" He moaned as he fell onto the floor losing his balance from unexpected pain.

"You stole my baby from me!" The intruder screeched while pulling out a gun from his black coat, "You don't deserve them! You never did you cheater!"

Michel gasped when seeing the man come forward into the light. It couldn't be. This couldn't be the end is it? He felt so betrayed. Why couldn't it be someone else? "No! It can't be you! Out of all people!" he yelled, "You are my friend!"

The man rolled his eyes while keeling down beside Martin placing the cold gun to the side of his head. "I know you…and you know me" hen'smirked, "but you don't know enough. She was mine until she met you."

"I'm sor-"

The man hissed, "You're sorry? Stupid Michel. These past years all I could remember was her. Everything I did I only saw her and now you're gunna pay the price you have cost me!"

"No please don't d-"

The sound of a gun fired finishing the life of another Martin. Michel Martin. Age twenty five the keeper of all Martin's pride processions.