Note: This is not the official new chapter. Go to the next one for more Powerpuff goodness. . .This chapter is merely some of what you have read already. Unless, of course, you wish to reorient yourself with what is happening in the chapter, and wish to read the revisions (however small they may be) that I made. ^.^
I don't own the Powerpuff Girls. I wish I did . . .
Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?
Chapter 01
12 years later
Glass broke overhead as a piercing scream broke the silence of the still night. Long, red hair whipped in the wind as the teenager of only 17 years watched over the town. With the flick of a wrist, a blonde blur took off from its position behind the redhead. A black haired teen stayed behind "Red," wearing all green.
"I'll follow. Make sure that dolt doesn't do anything stupid again," the teen dressed in green stated, looking up expectantly at Red.
"Go." Green leapt off the building into the air. As soon as Green was absorbed by the night, another scream pierced the air. They were getting close.
The black haired woman screamed in satisfaction as she was brought to her peak. She lifted her hands up to tangle her fingers into her hair as the man under her, who was at least thirty years older than her, started to writhe. Before he stilled, one of the woman's arms flashed down towards him. Ten seconds later found the naked woman wrapping a fur coat around her shoulders, a nice sum of money in the pockets, the man's throat slit. His blood was already staining the alleyway.
Without a glance back, the woman stepped deeper into the shadows and then launched herself into the air. She hid in a darkened window near the roof of the twenty story building and waited with bated breath. Sure enough, no more than a minute later did the man's girlfriend, no less than 27 years younger than him, stumble across him. Her scream brought a smile to the hovering woman's lips, and she took off to go back to headquarters.
Something bulleted past her in the air, aiming for the ground. Its backdraft of wind almost sent her careening into the wall next to her. In her haste to right herself, she never noticed the small glass vial that slipped out of her pocket to land in the garbage heap below. The woman glared at the dark blur that had rushed past her to get to the distressed twenty-year-old. She decided to merely fly away from that potential fight. She had to report back before the night was out. She flew away into the night, her fur coat staying in place without the use of clips, hooks, or zippers.
Red looked disdainfully down into the alleyway from the rooftop, his two brothers by his side. The blonde hung his head as Red watched as the police questioned the trembling woman below.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get here fast enough," the blonde lamented. Red switched his gaze to his blue wearing brother.
"You are the fastest, among our little group of three, and yet Butch got here before you. Boomer, where the FUCK were you?" Red exploded. Boomer stayed silent, in shame. Red sighed in frustration and then turned his attention to his other brother. "Never mind that. Butch, what did you find here?" The dark haired brother looked at his leader with cold eyes.
"The victim's throat was slit as he was in the middle of an orgasm," he stated. He held something up and tossed it to his brother. "Brick, do you know what that is?"
"A bottle of perfume?" the redhead answered honestly. He held the glass bottle carefully, as if afraid it would explode like a bomb.
"It's a bottled pheromone aphrodisiac used commonly in the Underground. It's more commonly known as Angel Tears. Only one person would have something like this," Butch continued.
"Boogie," Boomer finished with a shiver of disgust.
"We have to report this back to Mojo. He'll want to know about this development. Butch, dispose of this, will you?" Brick asked his brother as he tossed him the bottle. Butch nodded and caught it with nimble fingers. "Let's go." He took off into the air with Boomer following closely behind. Butch faltered for a moment, just staring at the bottle in his hand. He took an experimental sniff of the bottle and his pupils dilated. He pocketed it, and took to the sky to follow his brothers.
"How did your mission go, in which I have assigned you to perform tonight, in which you have recently returned from?" a gravelly voice asked as the three teenage boys stood behind a chair that sat in front of a wall of TV monitors. Brick stepped forward from the line to give his report.
"We found the corrupt political leader, but he was already lying in an alleyway in a pool of his own blood, his throat slit. It seems that someone else got to him first."
"Did you find out who?" the voice asked. The redhead nodded. He motioned to Butch, and the darker haired boy stepped forward as the older boy stepped back into the line.
"It's someone from Boogie's syndicate, in the Underground. There was a bottle of Angel Tears left on the scene," he stated, his hands held behind his back in an army stance. The voice hummed in thought, and then let out a sharp cough. After the coughing fit subsided, the voice continued.
"Excellent job, boys. You did a job well done tonight, so you may have tomorrow night off. Now, you have school in the morning, in which you will continue your much needed education. Get sleep, which you will surely need after a mission like tonight, and do not make me have to wake you up tomorrow morning, in which I will be very displeased if I must. Do you understand?" the voice asked. Butch stepped back into the line and all three nodded at his question. "Good. Now, dismissed!" The three teens disappeared in three trails of light, and the owner of the voice settled back into his chair to watch the screens again. On the TVs were random scenes of a quiet Fullviewville, most of its inhabitants already settled down in their homes and asleep. Another raucous bout of coughing disturbed the chair's inhabitant's thoughts. When the coughs settled and he could breathe again, the figure wiped blood off of his lips.
R&R and you get cookies!