Chapter One
"Violence is red
Suffocation is blue
Your screams are sweet
Just like you."
At the precise moment these letters are torn open, both teen and young woman wondering what could possibly be inside the sinister black envelope. With a startled gasp, the letter is read. The teen simply disintegrates hers with the use of a laser; the later tears hers into pieces before lighting a match and setting it on fire. The two exit into their separate homes in different dimensions. Perplexed in sync they question aloud with a tremble, "Who is this from?"
Terror ran through the veins of a terrified woman as she raced across her apartment. Although it was in the Underground Ghetto's, she still felt reason to be afraid. Not much frightened this independent young adult, but she knew anyone visiting her meant trouble. The Underground Ghetto's was a sanctum to hide in, away from them… and especially him. In a flash she stared, hidden behind a leather couch, when the front door burst open. Pieces of the cement door flew everywhere, a large chunk slamming against her cranium. The sudden smell overwhelmed her, along with the large spots that obscured her vision. With trembling hands she reached out, feeling the squish of a busted skull and blood. 'They can smell blood!' She screamed frantically to herself. 'They will know where I am.' The lavender-haired 23-year old knew she had to act fast. 'I'm going to do something really stupid now.' The brash woman reached for the dagger she had strapped to her bra. After all, you become prepared being alive during the takeover, plus she had always been a crazy bitch. Gripping the blade in one hand she held it out and pushed a red button. In an instant, the dagger grew to the size of a razor-sharp sword. Her liquid amber eyes glinted with insanity, as she climbed up the couch and lunged for the nearest thing. Its PAK was cut clean of, electrical wires protruding out- dripping what seemed like blood? All at once, the things surrounded her. "Come at me you revolting mother fuckers," she snarled. One grabbed at her arm, trying to yank the sword from her. She smashed her combat boot clad foot against the offender, successfully sending its arm launching to the other side of the room. Thick, green liquid gushed out of the things socket as she sliced it's PAK of during the distraction. The two dead on the dirt floor, and then ten flooded into the living room. "Shit." She swore. "How many of you bitches are their?" She sprinted past them, knowing that fighting all of them with a simple sword was useless. "A gun would help so, so, so much right now," she moaned. A chilling shiver awaited her as she exited the Underground Ghetto's, approaching the things universe. Complete, barren terrain surrounded her; it seemed as if nothing was here. The girl was alone, in a world full of only the unknown. 'How naïve I was to not believe him.' She scoffed to herself. Her brother Dib was an eccentric fool with his love for the unnatural; she had no reason to believe him. Why was he right on something so twisted, so evil? As Gaz Membrane, she knew evil.
"-And I would like to formally thank my father, Professor Utonium, and sisters Bubbles and Buttercup Utonium, for all of the effort they have given to assist me achieve this honor as Student of the Year. I never believed that earning my Master's degree in Laboratory Sciences was possible during my Junior Year. The Dural Enrollment program at Townsville High is simply incredible. To Bubbles and Buttercup, every time you took my sector of the city so I could finish that extra AP anatomy problem, well… thank you." Applause sounded from all over the theater as the orangette finished her speech. A whistle, not allowed, -but still appreciated came from Buttercup. Bubbles was cheering perhaps the loudest of all, with Professor Utonium bursting into sobs. The pink puff stepped off the stage proudly, her head held high as she pranced towards her family in an extremely giddy manner.
"Sweetie, that was beautiful," Cried the 45-year old man towards his eldest daughter. Blossom beamed with pride as she fiddled with her award.
"Thanks Professor, you quizzing me in First Grade on Quantum Physics really helped of course. Even though I didn't completely comprehend you then," the academic teen giggled.
"You realize how much of a nerd 'yah sound like now, leader girl?" Buttercup snorted, tugging down on her pleated black dress.
"Stop messing with your dress BC! It looks cute on you," Reprimanded an adorable blue-eyed puff.
"Whatever 'yah say, Miss Algebra Lab," Shot back the athletic teen.
Wailing, Bubbles screeched, "I'm not good at math!" She took off in a flurry, her pastel skirt bouncing with every fast-paced step.
The orangette sent her raven-haired sister a reproachful glare, "You know better than that Buttercup. I am ashamed of you, and besides- we have nicknames for you as well."
"Like what?" The cocky teen challenged, hands planted on her hips as she dared her sibling to go any farther.
"Not-a-Tit, President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, or how about this one: you don't have any breasts." The words were hissed with major vehemence, after all Blossom was furious that her sister had ruined what was supposed to be her night of excellence. Professor Utonium exhaled deeply, before turning away from the argument he wasn't capable of ceasing.
"You, you… GOD BLOSSOM! You're such a whore. Making fun of me 'cause I'm athletic, unlike you! Fat ass, I mean seriously those double D's work awesome for cheating of college boys. Don't they? Or how about this, 'yah get away with not do 'n' any shit for Townsville. Your pathetic excuse is that you have "homework" every night. You haven't done anything for the "citizens of Townsville" since we were like 14!" The peridot-green eyed teen growled.
The ruby-eyed teen was utterly appalled; she couldn't even say anything as she crossed her arms over her slightly large breasts. In a movement of complete idiocy she stated before exiting, "I find it ironic that your name has "cup" in it but you don't have any," Blossom's invisible nose pointed in the air as a way of superiority.
"Go choke on your own spit!" Buttercup roared dramatically, holding her fist up in the air before running out of the theater.
Everyone's eyes in the room were on the four who had left, the majority stunned at the fight between The Powerpuff Girls.
In the midst of the trauma, the Mayor cleared his throat to regain attention on something else. "Anyone want a pickle?" The short old man questioned stupidly.
"Oh Mayor," sighed Miss Bellum as she did a face-palm.
