Chapter Three: Old faces, new goals
Far from the secret hideout, in a large black, red and grey tower, Him and his children watched their city from above. Oppressor Plutonium had locked himself in his personal lab as usual, inventing more upgradeable devices for his minions and children to play with or simply cause havoc within the city. Plutonium was a busy man, but never too busy for his boss, Him, or his girls, the power punk girls. He just adore seeing their faces lit up whenever he represents his new inventions. However, knowing his opposite dimensional self was still out there somewhere put a sour taste in his mouth. While he was working on one of his devices, he smirked deviously and chuckled. Even if the Professor is still out there alive, he is no match against him. For whatever he can do, the Oppressor can do better... or should I say worser? A screen came on and Him was on the other line. Within time, Hims image has changed drastically into something more sinister and less of a drag queen. Hims hair was now long to his chin, he refused to wear makeup now except for his black lipstick, his pointed ears have grown longer with age, and he now has his teeth sharper and usually stained with blood. His claws remained the same but were now attached to larger and stronger arms. His style of clothing has changed due to his body size, height and power. He wore sunglasses at all times, unless his minions have failed him, then he would take them off to burn their bodies with his eyes and devour their weak souls. He kept his beard short, but he no longer wears a shirt, only a long, sleeveless, dark red jacket with a black choker around his thick neck and wore black pants with black spiked boots.
"Master Him... What a wonderful surprise. What can I do for you today?" Oppressor asked.
"I still sense hope within this world... " he growled with a second demonic voice echoing. "Invent something that will track down hope so we can vanquish it. I need all to be in pain and suffering, so that my power can rise and I can conquer a new world."
"You are never satisfied are you? Fine. I'm currently working on something that should help." he smirked.
"Do not fail me Oppressor... Or it is you who will be sent to oblivion."
"When have I ever failed you my lord?" he bowed before the screen turned off. The Oppressor went back to work while humming. He paused for a moment and pulled his cell phone out. "Mojo, have you found a trace of him yet?" he asked.
"I've found a trail but it's faint. Your opposite is more trouble than he's worth…" Mojo growled.
"Patients, my dear monkey. He can't run forever." he smirked. Three rooms down was the Rowdyruff boys room. Three separated beds, three large square windows, a boom box, a computer, a bookcase, video games, a closet, two extra rooms for training and a bathroom. They had some books, weights and clothes on the black tiled floor, and posters of bands or women on their grey walls. Boomer still had the same hairstyle but wore a black jacket with a horizontal blue strip on it, blue gloves and shirt, black jeans and blue sneakers. He was listening to his iPod while looking out the window. His brother, Brick, was sitting on his own bed reading a tragic book while wearing red shoes, black jeans with red flames at the end, had his sleeveless black jacket open revealing his red tank top with a black skull on it, wore red gloves and his signature red hat with part of his bangs sticking out and the rest of his long hair in a low ponytail. Butch was in their training room working out and had sweat rolling down his forehead. His black jacket with one green horizontal stripe on each sleeve was tossed on the floor with his green tank top and green sneakers. He wore black jeans with a green horizontal stripe on each knee, wore green gloves, and had his stomach and left arm wrapped up in bandages. His hair was still spiked up straight but due from the sweat, some of it have fallen. The boys have grown and somewhat matured throughout their years... they no longer enjoyed the explosions or cries from the people. They found no kick in fighting or causing havoc in the city their father now rules... They were extremely bored and only wish for something better and interesting to happen. They heard a few knocks on the door and barged in the power punk girls.
"Aw! I was hoping to get a glimpse of something interesting." smirked Brat.
"Why does it seem so depressing in here?" Berserk said while walking around the room.
"Come on boys, let's go out and have fun!" laughed Brute.
"Get out." sighed Brick without looking up from his book.
"No!" Berserk huffed while plopping down on his bed. "Ew! Are you actually reading? Talk about lame!" she smiled while sticking her tounge out.
"Is Butch in the training room?" asked Brute while tapping her foot on the ground.
"Leave him alone and get out." Brick said.
"Yo! Earth to Boomer!" Brat yelled in Boomers ear. "Quit looking so depress and come play with me!" she laughed while clinging onto his arm.
"Leave him alone and get out now!" Brick said with his voice rising.
"What are you reading? Better question is why are you reading?" Berserk asked while taking the book from Brick. "Whoa talk about a downer! What's with you guys? You're acting all boring and lame!" she sighed while tossing the book away. Brick glared at her and clenched his teeth. "Awww! Getting upset with me? What are you going to do about it?" she giggled. Beserk still had her long red hair down with red ribbons going in every direction. She wore a choker with a skull with heart shaped eyes on it, she wore a tight sleeveless black shirt with a hole revealing her cleavage, pink shorts with a red belt, and red high heels.
"All of you are so fucking annoying..." he sighed. Berserk climbed on him and sat on him while having an flirty expression on.
"At least wait until we get out of the room, Berserk." Brat frowned while rolling her eyes. "Isn't that right Boomer?" she smirked while licking his cheek. Boomer shuddered and frowned. Out of the six of them, he was the weakest and they knew it. That's why they've been bulling him for years and that's why he became a mute... So they won't hurt him every time he opens his mouth. At least his brothers have stopped being so mean to him, but... they still won't come by his side and help out when he is being bullied by the girls. "Come on Boomer." she teased. "Let's go somewhere and have some fun ourselves." she demanded. She wore a short small blue tank top, had her belly button pierced, wore a black mini skirt with her Octo on her back like a book bag, still had her yellow and blue bracelet, wore black and blue hooker boots, her long blonde hair in pigtails with skulls as her bows and with the ends of her hair dyed purple and started to curl. Boomer sighed and nodded his head in defeat.
"You damn sluts are fucking disgusting." Brute sighed while shaking her head. "You give evil a shitty name!" she huffed while walking to the training room. She kicked the door opened and leaped towards Butch to fight. She still had her hair spiked but wore a green mouth mask with black sharp teeth and a black skull on it, wore green gloves with spikes on her knuckles, a green to black sleeveless shirt and wore black ripped skinny jeans with a spiked green belt and boots with black skulls on it.
"What the hell?!" shouted Butch as he dodged her first few blows.
"Aw! Come on, Butch! You should know a fight can randomly break out when I'm around." she laughed.
"Ugh! Go away Brute, not in the mood to fight with you." he frowned.
"What the fucking hell Butch? You love to fight! Don't tell me you're getting all soft now. Ever since my sisters and I, along with your brothers, beat the shit out of you and ever since you started taking these pills, you've been less fun to play with." she frowned while crossing her arms.
"I don't want to fight you. Maybe next time." he sighed while continuing to train.
"Yeah, what the fuck ever! You damn liar... Exactly what you said last time." she rolled her eyes.
"Look, I just don't feel like fighting. So drop it already." he frowned.
"Like I take orders!" She spit as she flew towards him to throw some more blows.
"Knock it off!" he said while dodging and blocking her punches and kicks.
"Make me!" she teased. When she went to kick him, he grabbed her leg and tossed her across the room. "That's what I'm talking about!" she laughed as she flipped to reposition herself and started floating in the air. Butch picked his clothes up and put them on. "What are you doing? We were just getting started!" she pouted.
"I'm going out with my brothers. So leave me alone already." he said while walking past her.
"Fine! But you owe me a fight when you get back." she said while crossing her arms. When Butch entered the room, Berserk was taking Bricks jacket off while kissing his neck. When she reached for his hat, Brick slapped her hand away and growled.
"You know it only turns me on even more when you growl like that." she snickered. Butch cleared his throat and Brick glanced over and nodded his head.
"That's enough for now." he said while pushing her off of him and put his jacket back on.
"Where are you going?" she asked while one of her ribbons grabbed his arm and neck.
"Out. Don't follow me or I'll rib your hair out. Now let go." he said while looking back.
"Hmph! Fine. Be that way!" she huffed while crossing her arms and legs on his bed. The two brothers walked out and grabbed Boomer from the clutches of Brat down the hall.
"Hey! He's spending his time with me so piss off!" she spat.
"Not anymore. He's coming with us right now and if you try to stop us, you should know we never had trouble beating little girls." Butch glared.
"Whatever! You guys are being so lame anyways!" she said while walking away. "I'm going to go play with Bullseye instead!"
"Like we care about that damn steroid squirrel.." Brick sighed. The brothers flew out and started to hang out at this abandoned subway station. Besides home, they didn't really have a place to go where they aren't really bothered. "Hey..." Brick started. His brothers looked up and stared at him. "We're not evil are we?" he asked. As if he was reading their minds, his brothers looked shocked and somewhat relieved that they weren't the only ones who thought of this.
"Though we were created by Mojo Jojo and Him, we have never really followed their foot steps on taking over the world and stuff." Butch said with Boomer nodding next to him.
"We only cared for destruction and fun. Not the world... but now..."
"We don't even care for destruction and chaos anymore... Do you think maybe we were never evil? Just dangerous and destructive?"
"Since we're more mature now I think that's the reason. But if we don't care about disaster and stuff... what do we care about?" he asked. They all fell silent... thinking the something but didn't dare to say it out loud. Maybe they were now like power puff girls... Boomer opened his mouth but then bit his lip and looked down. "What is it Boomer? You got something to say?" Brick asked. Boomer quickly shook his head and sweated a bit. "Whatever." Brick said while rolling his eyes.
"Let's go talk to the prisoners."
"What the hell for Butch?"
"Maybe some type of hero there knows what we're feeling." he shrugged.
"Yeah, and how would it look to the guards if they over hear us talking to the prisoners about this? They wouldn't have a second thought reporting this to Him." Brick sighed while rubbing his foreheads.
"Well let's hear you're great idea!"
"...Fine. We'll go to jail and talk to someone. But we need to do it quietly and on the low." he huffed while crossing his arms and looking away.