A/N: THE CHANCES OF ME BEING THE CREATOR OF THE POWERPUFF GIRLS IS THE SAME AS SEEING MS. BELLUM'S EYE COLOR

P.S. Good Evening Dearies. It looks like Boomer has been released from his pod and is free to start on his dastardly plans. You're probably wondering what is being concocted in that wicked brain of his? Well, wait no longer. The answer to that is right below

Captive

Chapter 3:

And So It Begins

[3rd Person POV: Same Night]

It was mostly quiet in the city of Townsville because it was around two o'clock in the morning and all of its inhabitants were asleep so they could be well rested for the day ahead…well almost everyone

"[Sigh] Finally finished" Mojo said while carefully stretching in his bed as he let out a big yawn "Now that I, Mojo Jojo, have finished typing the message of assistance by way of mail that is sent electronically through the service on this computer known as the Internet, I could finally rest while I wait for 'said person' to respond. Which shouldn't be long since mail sent by the computer is faster than the tradition way of sending letters and relying on the postal service to deliver it. Besides, I don't feel like getting out of this bed and putting my letter of assistance in that blasted mailbox at the bottom of this volcano; which I'm still surprised hasn't erupted yet…Hm, speaking of bed…" Mojo was suddenly reminded of the pills he needed to take before he went to sleep. But before he ingested them, he happened to notice something peculiar "Hey, I strictly remember my pills being blue, not red. And I have reason to not doubt my memory because even in my old age, I am still capable of recalling many things and nothing is able to slip my mind so I am safe to say I 'strictly remember' the color of my pills being blue" Mojo then leaned to his nightstand to check if the right medication was in one of his drawers but he found that they weren't there "Nurse! Nurse!" Mojo didn't get a response which irritated him "Curses! Where is that blasted woman? It doesn't take a million years to walk to my lab, find a filing cabinet, open a drawer, grab a file, close the drawer, walk a few feet, and bring it back to this room where I am currently sitting in!" He waited a few seconds (giving her the benefit of the doubt) but she didn't enter. So he forced himself out of his bed and grabbed his walker that was located near his nightstand "Stupid female. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself"

Once Mojo situated himself in his walker, he slowly made his way to his lab; only to discover that there was nobody there. Mojo looked around to see if there were any clues as to where his nurse was but found nothing [because a certain someone shut the door to the passageway downstairs]

'She couldn't have gotten lost. Even though, to the average person, these doors would look the same and would appear confusing, she still has no excuse because she has been here for six months. [Groan] She should be handing me the document right now. Not wandering like some buffoon' He then squeezed the bridge of his nose to relieve his stress and thinks 'So if she isn't in this room, which is the location of where I told her to go, where could she be located?' That's when Mojo heard a strange noise coming from upstairs 'Don't tell me that she thought that the lab was upstairs? [Groan] Stupid Human'

...

Meanwhile, upstairs in Mojo's study (which had been converted to HIM's room [1]), HIM was sound asleep; unaware of the unexpected visitor lurking there

~HIM'S DREAM~

In the city of Townsville, it was a beautiful day like always. And why wouldn't it be? After all, the sky was red, there were barely any signs of life and there was smog as far as the eye could see. So as you could probably picture it, it was a perfect day; especially since we were just blessed with the presence of our overload when he visited our meager town just a few hours ago to make his biannual rounds of collecting human sacrifices

So now, our wondrous, glorious and most glamorous leader, HIM, is currently making his way home while riding a luxurious, tall coach with two of his loyal assistants

"Oh that was a fabulous introduction, Mr. Narrator" HIM said sounding pleased

"T-thank y-you, Your Wickedness" the narrator said from somewhere unknown; stuttering in fear as he spoke

"But-" You could hear the terror rise in the narrator's throat as one loud gulp escaped his windpipe "Like the others, you've forgotten about me being powerful and sexy" As HIM continued to rant, his voice started sounding like a man/demon as his anger began to increase "Don't you know how many hours I spend working out and dieting to get these luscious legs and thin figure!"

"Well, I don't think that it's your charm and good looks that he fails to see" Said one of the men in the coach "After all, who could possibly take one look at you and not be filled with lust and desire"

"Yeah" said the other man having a rougher tone to his voice "I think what slipped his mind was how awesomely powerful you are"

"Hm, I think you're right" HIM agreed and soon formed a huge smile on his face

"No, no, no. I-I" the narrator was petrified at this point as he could taste his evident doom

"Why don't I 'remind' this lowlife just how powerful I really am" When he said that, HIM closed his eyes for a brief moment and said "Goo-Goo Gotchu [2]" After that, a thin pink beam shot out of his mouth and hit your computer screen/phone; thus obliterating the narrator until he was nothing but ashes

Once that was done, HIM crossed his legs, made himself comfortable, and let out a sigh "I lose a lot more narrators that way…oh well, onward and upward" HIM then took out a whip and struck the people carrying his coach; that being Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, and Mojo Jojo. They were dressed in tattered clothes (except for Mojo, he was naked) and had scars and fresh gashes all over their bodies; especially Buttercup and Bubbles. Since Buttercup was very stubborn and had a strong will and zeal, HIM took great pleasure in breaking her spirit as well as her physical being. As for Bubbles, he just didn't like her. She had this sweet nature that totally clashed with his wickedness and made him want to puke at the thought of it...That and the fact that she (in HIM's mindset) was the cause of his mighty trio becoming a duo. She was the source of Boomer's madness and she was the reason why Boomer was in hyper-sleep

"Come on, put your backs into it!" HIM whipped them again and again as he ordered his 'pack-mules' to go faster "You're going to make me miss my favorite program" HIM started to laugh hysterically as he kept cracking his whip until he was satisfied with the groans of pain and misery below "[Sigh] You know what? You boys have made me so pleased" HIM said to the men in the coach. He then turned into a red puff of smoke, reappeared between the two men and put both of his arms around each of their shoulders. Following that, he turned to the guy on his left and said

"Butch, you're such a power house that you make me envious on how prominent your strength shows on your body" HIM squeezed Butch's biceps and his muscles proved to be as hard as stone "And your mind is so~ demented and so~ violent that 'cruel' would be an understatement in describing how evil you've become" HIM then turned to his right and gave attention to his eldest son "And Brick, you are such a prodigy when it comes to being an evil mastermind that it breaks my heart to see how much you've grown so fast. I swear, you're becoming more and more like me every day" HIM then pulled his sons closer into an embrace and told them "And together with your brains and your brawn, you've caused so much havoc and chaos that you made me proud to call you my sons"

"We are glad to know that we've made you proud, Father" Brick said while putting his head on HIM's shoulder

"Because that's all we want…is to make you proud" Butch added

At that moment, HIM found himself already at his house so he opened the front door to let himself in, but was surprised to see steps leading downstairs instead of to his living room. And to make things more scary, the door had shut behind him and he was left alone in a dark passageway that had no illumination except for this bright beam of light that was coming from under the door at the bottom of the stairs

Despite the apparent danger, he walked to the door without fear. After all, what in the world could possibly harm him? He was the personified manifestation of Evil itself. He was the very definition of fear. People from this world to the next were afraid of him; so much that its taboo to even speak his real name. So why should he be afraid?

So with no apprehension in his mind, HIM opened the mysterious door to find that he was in the room that Boomer was being contained in. He despised being in here because it was filled with nothing but failure and disappointment...

Not wanting to be in the same room as this weakling any longer, HIM thought it would be best to go back upstairs. There was no need in ruining his perfect day with this mess

However, it looked like his departure would be stalled because when he looked back to where he entered, he was shocked to find that the door leading upstairs had disappeared

"We only exist to make you proud" HIM suddenly heard a voice that he vaguely recognized

"What was that?" HIM looked around for anyone that could be the owner of this voice he was hearing, but saw nothing but blank computer screens and dusty lab equipment…and also the unconscious Boomer in the middle of the room in his pod

"For your approval, your acceptance was the purpose of our resurrection, thus our reason for living" While the voice spoke, the computers started to go haywire and the monitors showed nothing but static and snow "But what do you want from us? What will make you proud of me?" The voice started to sound computerized as the screens barely showed the person who was talking "Evil, yes. I understand it now. I need to become evil. I need to become stronger. I need to consume the source of hate and chaos…"

HIM happened to look back at the pod and saw that Boomer was no longer inside. This made him pissed; the thought of his deranged son being let loose before his was 'fixed' again was so~ inconvenient. He was such a handful in the past that HIM just considered him a failure because of his lack of malice and his ability to not be able to do anything right. Plus, he could be so dimwitted sometimes that HIM had grown a mark on his forehead for the amount of times he face-palmed himself over Boomer's stupidity. To him, Boomer was nothing but dead weight that was only stifling the true potential of his other sons' success thus was seen upon as being trash. And to tell you the truth, if it wasn't for Mojo protecting him by saying that he could fix him, Boomer would have been treated as such and would had been disposed of

"…what I need...is you" HIM was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that after the voice said that, the wires from the pod had wrapped around him and started to pull him toward the containment unit. HIM only managed to get one claw free and attempted to stop the wires from pulling him by using his claw to cut through them but it didn't work. Neither did shooting lasers or using any form of magic because for some reason, he couldn't access any of his powers. So his only option was to dig his claw into the floor

But alas, he was still dragged inch by inch until he was strapped into the pod. After that, the glass closed; thus sealing him inside. Even though HIM tried with all of his might to open the pod, the glass wouldn't break. As a result, this made HIM get very nervous and scared for himself. And it showed with how much steam was fogging up the glass due to his heavy exhalations. Because of this, HIM didn't see that Boomer was right next him, outside the pod, until he pressed his face onto the glass and said

"Give me your strength"

~End Dream Segment~

HIM woke up sweating like a pig, but soon felt thankful when it registered in his mind that it was all just a dream. So HIM let out a sigh and went to turn on his lamp that was located on his nightstand. However, with that simple act, he found two things wrong. One, he barely had the strength to lift his arms or move anything for that matter. And two, he felt something restraining his wrists, ankles, and neck

Once he realized this, he heard a maniacal laugh emanating from the far right corner of the room. It was so menacing that it even had HIM, the root of all evil, scared stiff

"Hm, I see that you're awake" When the lights switched on, HIM was furious when he saw Boomer leaning on the walls on the opposite side of the room. His arms were crossed and his eyes were covered by his dirty blond hair so the only thing that showed any expression on Boomer's face was a smirk that spelled 'defiance' "Couldn't have you sleeping when I wanted to see you for so long"

"Boomer, what is the meaning of this?" HIM yelled

"Oh the chains? They're just...a precaution-"

"Precaution?" HIM interrupted "You think that mere chains could hold me? You are even more foolish than I thought" HIM immediately tried to grow in size but to his surprise, he stayed the same. He then tried to simply break them by putting all of his strength into his one arm, but he soon came to realize that he didn't have any strength "What? What's going on? I demand you explain yourself" Boomer put his hand on his chin like he was contemplating whether he should, then he told HIM

"Nah, you're pretty smart. You figure it out"

[YOU MAY WANT TO TURN AWAY NOW IF YOU ARE A PERSON WITH A WEAK STOMACH]

With that said, Boomer extended his right hand and a sword appeared in it. After that, he slowly walked toward his victim and began slashing HIM's torso. Normally, he wouldn't be susceptible to weapons like swords or guns so the fact that this was slicing his skin (and this actually hurt), worried him

'How could this be? This is impossible. How could I be subjected to this and not be able to fight back or regenerate my scars? How could he be stronger?' As HIM's thoughts rushed through his mind, a phrase in his dream flashed into his memory

"Give me your strength"

"Do you mean to tell me that you- ahhh!" HIM tried to speak through the pain but it was becoming unbearable until Boomer did something unthinkable

Boomer took his left hand and cupped HIM's face as if to show sympathy

"All you wanted was for us to be evil and that's exactly what I'm doing. Aren't you proud of me?"

"No! How could you even think that doing this would make me pleased with you?" HIM hissed. That's when Boomer's thumb found its way to HIM right eyes and effortlessly gouged it out. Of course HIM screamed in pain at this as blood ran from his now damaged eye socket, but he didn't receive any compassion from Boomer, no. Instead he heard Boomer chuckling at his expense

"Good, because only in your dreams would I ever want to please you" Boomer said as he spread the fingers in his right hand and shot an energy beam at his nether regions; slowly moving upward like he was attempting to split him in half (it didn't, it just singe him a lot)

"Why wouldn't you want to? I've brought you back to this world. It's because of me that you have life. So you owe me, not the other way around" HIM said to him weakly

"Hn, funny how you say that. It may be true that you have resurrected me and brought me back to life but you never saw me as your son. I was only a weapon to you; a tool that never worked to your liking. In your eyes, I was a failure; a waste of living space. You never saw me as a force to be reckoned with, you never saw me as being competent enough for doing anything evil, you never really saw 'me'" Boomer had stopped the beam at his neck and held HIM's head with his right hand "Which is making me think that your eyes must be defective" Once he said that, HIM's vision was taken away as Boomer gouged out his other eye

[OK, YOU COULD LOOK NOW]

Despite the pain HIM was enduring, he didn't feel broken. Instead, this fueled his burning hatred towards Boomer as he retorted

"You won't get away with this. When I get out of this, I'm going to make you wish you've never been reborn" This only received a cackle thrown back at his face

"You really think that you could still make it out of here alive? Ha, don't make me laugh. You are nothing but a feeble spirit now that I've stolen all of your powers. And when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more but a memory with no hope in escaping this prison I've made just for you"

"Prison?"

"Yes, you see these chains…oops I'm sorry" Boomer laughed at his pun "These chains are specially designed by me. They will never open unless I free you. They will restrain you and repel anyone else from coming near you. In other words, it's over. You're finished; forever doomed to be bound for the rest of your existence" Boomer was about to walk away until he heard HIM say under his breath

"So this is what this is? Just you crying over how badly I treated you, how pathetic" When HIM said that, Boomer put his right hand over HIM's mouth

[CLOSE YOUR EYES AGAIN]

"Hn, you talk too much" HIM could feel Boomer's hand heating up "That's a habit that I think should be remedied, don't you think?" Boomer then shot an energy beam into his mouth; disintegrating his tongue and parts of his throat. After he was done, he took two steps back and said "Even though, you're right about this being personal. After all, you among a few others have stopped me from getting what I desired. You were the one that was hindering me from getting what truly made me content…Since that is the case, I declare myself your judge and executioner...that find you guilty and sentences you to hell"

[OK, OPEN THEM]

Boomer issued his final blow which was shooting an energy beam at HIM until it showed an ancient symbol on his chest. Then with one touch of Boomer's hand, HIM was sealed forever in his room, but even more so, in HIM's own mind to be tormented for all eternity

...

At the same time that this was happening, Mojo Jojo was watching all of this through the keyhole of HIM's room and was full of astonishment, as well as fear. Boomer, his own son, had eliminated HIM; one of the most powerful beings on earth. This was incredible but at the same time terrible because now Mojo was afraid that he, himself was currently in danger. So Mojo looked in the keyhole one more time to check to see if Boomer was still in there and was shocked to see that HIM's room had disappeared. It seemed that Mojo's study had changed back to normal again

'What? But how? Did he actually destroy the portal that was designed to link HIM's world to ours?' Mojo thought to himself 'If that's the case, that's means he's not in HIM's dimension, which means he could be anywhere, which means…"

"Hello, Mojo"

"Ahh!"

Mojo screamed when he heard a voice speak from behind him, but he was more frightened when he saw that it was Boomer squatting down so he was at his level. Mojo's immediate instinct was to run but he couldn't get two inches away from Boomer because of the fact that he had to use a walker, and that he was old. But to his surprise, he found himself being cradled like an infant as Boomer carried him downstairs

"You shouldn't be up at this time of night" Boomer said in a monotone voice "It's time for you to rest" As scared as Mojo was, he didn't try to struggle because he was afraid of setting him off so he let Boomer take him to his room. After that, Boomer set Mojo down on his bed and sat right beside him

"So you're thinking of finding the blond puff, which is Bubbles, correct?" Mojo found himself saying. Boomer didn't reply "You know how I've felt about that girl and the rest of the Utonium family. So it shouldn't be a surprise to you that I say that my hatred towards them hasn't changed in the slightest" Mojo could feel Boomer's hand on his shoulder and because of the tight grip Boomer had on him, Mojo could sense that he was getting angry. Despite that, he felt like this needed to be said "However, I will not stop you. I can't stop, even if I wanted to, but I will leave you with this warning. If you pursue her, you're going to be faced with some rough obstacles; including ones that involve you having to deal with your own self. But one thing that I want you to keep in mind is that you were designed for evil and she was designed for good. It is almost expected that someone is going to get hurt. As your creator, no as your dad, I don't want that to happen to you but if you feel like you could change the obvious outcome, so be it. Besides, there are times when we have to put our hatred aside to gain something better. Whether now is the time, I do not know, but whatever happens...I'll be satisfied either way"

There was a moment of silence between the two; leaving nothing but the sound of Mojo's alarm clock ticking away. Mojo could feel the tension in the air because he didn't know whether Boomer was going to spare him or was plotting to kill him until he felt the hand on his shoulder pull him closer and bring him into a hug. As much as Mojo appreciated the hug, he started to feel uncomfortable as he gradually began to feel the heavy pressure being applied to his head in particular

Mojo tried to push himself a little but Boomer responded by compressing Mojo's body farther into his chest. Noticing this, Mojo tried to tell Boomer that he was having trouble breathing, but even Mojo couldn't understand his muffled voice so he banged his fist on his back (with the little strength he had) so he could get his son's attention, but Boomer seemed to be too deep in his thoughts to even notice [3]

In Boomer's mind, he had to do this. He had to show how much he cared for this pitiful creature and this was the only way he could think of doing so…by ending his suffering. As cruel as this may seem, Boomer saw a monkey on his last leg, struggling to make it every day. He saw a future that he didn't want Mojo to continue living so as his last loving act towards him, he was going to make sure he finally rested…in peace

Mojo tried desperately to create some distance between himself and Boomer so he could take in some air but he couldn't match the strength that Boomer had so slowly Mojo felt his consciousness starting to slip away but not before he heard Boomer whisper

"I love you, dad"

Mojo felt a pain in chest, but not just because he could feel his lungs collapsing, but for the slight pang he felt in his heart when he heard his son say that. Never once did his sons ever show any affection towards him or acknowledge that he was their dad unless it was some cruel insult; like when they'd called him 'Pops' when they were younger. So despite how bittersweet this was, Mojo couldn't help but feel a small bit of joy wash over him. And it showed when Boomer finally broke his embrace to see his dad dead in his arms with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face

Once he saw that his deed had been done, Boomer placed his dad's body on the bed, put Mojo's blanket over his chest and his white sheet that was under it over his head. After that, he walked out of his dad's room, shut the door behind himself, and leaned on it. As he tried to collect himself, one lone tear escaped Boomer's eyes before he quickly wiped it away, along with the last bit of remorse he had. After all, he wouldn't be needing it for where he was going next

A/N: Wow that was heavy, and it looks like his plan doesn't stop there either

Blue: But when are we going to see Bubbles? It's been like three chapters already

Scarlet: Damn, when since you were a Blues fan? I thought you liked the Greens the best

Blue: I do, but Boomer is hogging the spotlight here

Scarlet: Don't worry, she'll be shown soon (mwah-hahaha)

Blue: -_- Alright, you've officially gone crazy

[1] In the story, since HIM and Mojo are both their parents, I figured that they'd have a debate on where the boys should live. In my opinion, I thought that it would be best if Mojo had custody of them because of one reason: Mojo's home is on earth and not in some dimension far far away (plus he's more responsible). But then I thought, there is no way that HIM would take that sitting down so to make a compromise, HIM would move into Mojo's house (somewhat). I say 'somewhat' because I had HIM create a portal that connects his world (technically his bedroom) and the human world (which is located in Mojo's study), so its like he's living there but at the same time not living there

[2] "Goo-Goo-Gotchu" was a phrase that HIM actually said in the episode Meet the Beat-Alls. You could check it yourself so you know (as stupid as the chant sounds) that I was not making shit up

[3] This scene was inspired by that moment in the movie Gladiator, when Commodus killed his father by smothering him; except without all of the spite

…

P.S. Hey, more people are joining this crazy train, yay ^.^ I see you (Miss Leidi, Bane, Bubblycuttie and Awesomenessdude). Glad you could make it. Next stop: 13th Street…(oh, and if there are any suggestions, comments, or you'd just want to yell at me for killing Mojo, please don't hesitate to get my attention)

This chapter has been inspired (brought to you) by: Love The Way You Hate Me by Like A Storm and Made Of Stone by Evanescence