A/N: THE CHANCES OF ME BEING THE OWNER OF THE POWERPUFF GIRLS IS THE SAME CHANCE OF THEM HAVING FINGERS (NOT INCLUDING THE PPG Z VERSION AND MY STORY)

NOTE: Speaking of other versions, this story does not correlate with the 2016 reboot

P.S. Good Evening Dearies. I see that you have some curiosity dwelling inside you. Eager to know what will happen next? Well, like they always say 'Curiosity killed the cat' or in this case someone else…

Captive

Chapter 2:

Release

[Mojo Jojo POV: Two Days Later…]

I, Mojo Jojo, hate being like this. This being the situation I am in which is me being so frail to the point that I can't even move out of my own bed. Stupid humans. Curse them for having longer life spans

You would think that I, Mojo Jojo evil genius, would have planned ahead and invented a way to prolong my rapid aging that is natural for primates such as myself. But no. For what has seemed like forever now, or to be exact twelve months and three weeks, I've been spending all of my time trying to create a serum that would counteract the antiserum that flows through my youngest son's veins; that youngest son being Boomer

Oh how it would pleasure me to just blast the cause of this conundrum in the face right now, this moment, this very second. And when I say blast, I mean vaporized into a million particles not small enough to be the size of an atom but big enough to see with your naked eye. And who would be the one at the receiving end of my anger, you ask? Well, it would be none other than that poor excuse for a parent, HIM. After all, it was him and not me that chose to use magic and not science to cure the boys of their sensitivity to the childish disease known as the cooties…I should have known not to trust a demon to know anything about the boys' chemical nature. After all, I'm their true creator; their true parent. All he cared about was using them as tools and making them more evil with no vulnerability to anything, which also was my intent as well, but that's not the point. The point is, HIM was willing to take the risk of giving Boomer a double dosage just because his body didn't react to the antiserum as quickly as his brothers did which shows how rash HIM really is and how unsuitable he is in raising evil children. So now that he sees the failure in his so-called 'foolproof plan', I Mojo Jojo super evil genius, is left holding the bag on trying to fix his mistake, his miscalculation, his error, which is now my burden to carry

But how can I, Mojo Jojo, call myself an evil genius if it is taking me this long to figure out how to cure my own son, Boomer, of his illness, of which I did not cause. For over a year, I've exhausted my brain as well as my body always testing and constantly conducting experiments that only bring back negative results. How could I, Mojo Jojo, not be able to figure out what is wrong with my boy? After all, I Mojo Jojo have a mind that could make Hawkings green with envy and Einstein hide his moppy head in shame. I have more knowledge crammed into my chemical X-infused brain that goes beyond anyone's understanding and yet I'm having trouble doing something so inconceivable, something so unlike me that others may find this ironic. I, Mojo Jojo, am burdened with the task of making my son, Boomer, less evil

I know, it sounds so ludicrous and completely absurd but if I don't, we'll be faced with a being so powerful and so deranged that not even HIM will be able to stop him. And to top it all off, he has a mind that is so unpredictable and so unstable, one simple thing could set him off and turn him into a merciless creature with no morals and only have a thirsty for destruction and bloodshed. You would think that this is all that I, Mojo Jojo and HIM could ever want in a son; to have a chance to rule the world and have people graveling at our feet. Trembling at the sound of our names...But how would that benefit us when we could barely control him and he could barely control his own self?

And besides, I kind of miss the old Boomer because unlike the others, he somewhat cared about this old bag of bone which is myself. While Brick and Butch would flock to their "Father", just because he wasn't some old monkey and was a demon with power, I've always found Boomer walking into my study when HIM wouldn't accept him. Even though he would just speak in short sentences and ask questions mainly to himself while I was around, those moments when he would speak his mind in my presence made me feel more like his dad and not some overgrown pet walking around my own house. He actually made me feel needed in a way…which is why I, Mojo Jojo, am here, in my bed with a laptop placed in front of me; seeking help from the only person I know that could possibly solve what I couldn't answer myself and could maybe help me get my son back

"Ahek! Ahek-hek-hek-hek! [1]" I found my throat getting scratchy and it was getting hard for me to breathe again

"Oh, are you alright?" Said the nurse that I hired from the zoo. Since my old age has finally caught up with me, I had to take the initiative to hire someone to take care of me because it wasn't like the rest of my family cared whether a primate such as myself would died the next morning. If anything, I bet that HIM couldn't wait until I kicked the bucket so he could have the world and the boys all to himself

"I'm fine, woman"

"Mojo, I really think that you should rest. You've been up all night. You're exhausting yourself"

"I said, I'm fine!" The middle aged blond looked like she was going to cry again because I yelled at her but what did she expect when she was pestering me. Couldn't this woman, that obviously has twenty-twenty vision due to her lack of glasses and blemishes to her pupils, see that I, Mojo Jojo, am busy?

"I was only trying-"

"Look, if you want to help, go in my lab which is the only lab in this house, look to the right and not your left, open the bottom drawer in the fifth filing cabinet and retrieve a file that says M.A.X. Project on the tab. Got it?"

"Ok" She said as she put a glass of water with two pills on my nightstand "But make sure you take your medicine at least" After that, she left my room; giving me a solitary, moments peace

[Nurse POV]

'I don't know why he treats me like that. I was only looking out for his welfare; after all, that's my job. Man, I know he's evil and all but he doesn't have to act so mean all of the time'

As I went into his lab two doors down, I looked for the filing cabinet he told me about but I couldn't locate a single filing cabinet on the right side of the room. Sure there were six on the left side of the room but none on the right. Just a long table with a computer, some mini shelves and a whole lot of files that were scattered everywhere

"Hm, I guessing the file has to be on the table then" I said to myself as I looked through the papers

One by one, I looked through them and all of them were either blueprints to a destructive device or were random crossword or Sudoku puzzles that you would found in the daily newspaper. Soon I was starting feel put out over finding the file that I didn't notice that I was overloading my arms with too much stuff until most of the papers fell onto the floor

"Darn it" I said disappointed in myself

So I took a deep breath and started to clean up my mess, but as I was picking up the documents off of the floor, I couldn't help but see something odd. It was a red button hidden under the table with wires covering it. This cause a war to form in my mind because I knew that I had one job to do which was to get a certain file and go right back to attending my patient. However, my eyes couldn't help but be filled with curiosity as my mind began to fill with the possibilities of what this shiny button could do. I found my hands beginning to shake as I tried my hardest to not get sucked into my natural impulses until I suddenly heard a door open next to me

After I surveyed the situation, I cursed myself because I realized that a secret passage was opened because I subconsciously pushed something I knew I shouldn't have

"Oh man, oh man, oh man. What am I going to do? I'm sure to get in trouble now. Well, maybe if I find the document, I could just give it to him and pretend like I didn't do anything"

'Or you could look and see what's down there'

"No no no" I said to my conscience "That wouldn't be right. That would be invading someone privacy and also a violation of my contract"

'Oh come on, one peek wouldn't hurt. No one will ever know'

"No besides, I've left Mojo's side for far too long and-"

'Aw, it wouldn't take long. Besides, aren't you just a little bit curious on what's inside?'

I felt my throat get dry as I stared at the passageway that gave no clue as to the mysteries that were hidden beyond this dark stairwell. Even though I wanted to do the right thing, I couldn't help but feel my will-power slip away as my legs slowly made its way down the creaky stairs

I was beginning to think that these stairs ran forever until I came across a door with a dim light emitting from underneath it. I slowly opened it until it was wide enough to peek through and I saw many tubes, wires, and these huge computers on the walls. At first, I thought that was normal, considering that I'm treating a monkey that owns his own laboratory, but when I opened the door all of the way, what beheld me made my heart stop. After all, I wasn't expecting to see a human male encapsulated in some…thing

At this point, my curiosity was peaking at a hundred percent as my mind began to conjure up reasons as to why this man was in this thing. Was he someone important that was kept in hyper-sleep until they found a cure for his disease [2]? Was this a containment cell for an evil criminal? Was he a clone that was being generated? Or maybe he was guinea pig for a lab experiment?

As my mind went wild on the possible explanations as to why this person was being held in a pod like this, I didn't notice how close I got to him until I saw him twitch when my hand touched the glass he was behind. Before I could ask myself why he twitched, I saw steam seep out of the capsule that he was in

"OMG, what's happening?" My question was soon answered when I saw one of my hands on the glass and the other on a button that was on the capsule "Dang it"

I backed away from the capsule as it began to unlock itself and soon, I was face to face with a naked blonde man with scars on his chest. He first reached one arm out of the pod, then another one to pull himself from the wires he was connected to. After that, he pulled out one leg to step on the floor and immediately fell. As scared as I was, my first instinct was to help this poor soul because upon further inspection, I saw that he was malnourished with skin as pale as a corpse

"Are you alright?" I lifted his head up and was greeted with his icy blue eyes. They looked confused like they were searching for something or someone. After giving a look like he was dissatisfied, he sat up and said

"You're not her…but you'll do" Then without warning, he pulled my forearm and I was inches away from his face "Give me your strength" With that, he captured my lips while holding me in place. Sure at first, I was surprised because I never thought that I was going to be kissed by some random stranger today. But my state of bewilderment soon turned to fear when I felt that something was not right. I quickly started to get weaker and I felt like not enough air was getting into my lungs. That's when I started to attempt to push him off and scratch his chest but it was no use. I was trapped in his iron grip as he held my head in place until I began to feel myself slipping…slipping…slipping

[Boomer POV]

Once my prey was drain, I felt her go limp in my arms so I placed her lifeless body on the floor. After that, I felt a warmness in my chest that was followed by a sound that was foreign to my ears. As much as this puzzled me, I couldn't erase the smile on my face because for once I was laughing because at last I was free. I was free to from this pod, free from bondage, and free to distribute some much need retribution

At this point, I found myself caressing the cheek of the corpse that laid there on the floor and I said to her

"You could never compare to the one I desire most but for what is worth, your sacrifice wasn't in vain…rest in peace little one"

With that, I left her her body in the lab and proceeded with the next phase of my plan

A/N: It looks like the kraken has been released and it is back with a vengeance

Blue: But don't you feel bad for that poor woman?

Scarlet: Why should I have sympathy for her? She's no different than the others that make stupid decisions in horror movies. Just think about it. Why would she go through a secret passageway that you have no idea what lies at the other end? Why wouldn't you look at the filing cabinets on the left side of the room if there weren't any on the right? Why would you take care of a monkey that is known as being one of the baddest super villains in Townsville? Do you see all of this stupidity you want me to sympathize with?

Blue: I still say that it was sad that she died

Scarlet: [Groan]

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[1] This was my attempt to write how a cough sounds like. If you know something better, tell me

[2] I don't know why I thought of Captain America and Walt Disney when I wrote that

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P.S. This is the time that I say thank you to the people that reviewed and Favorited my story (McLazy, Rainy and Guests). I hope this chapter has peaked your curiosity on what's to come when Boomer's plans are finally put to action

This chapter has been inspired (brought to you) by: I'm Alive by Disturbed and Invincible by Skillet