Hello again. Quickly I just want to answer one of my reviews. The question: 'When can you continue?' I'm guessing this means when can I update my story with the next chapter. I can't give an exact date. I'm terrible at dead lines. Even though two times in a row, I ended up submitting my chapters on Saturday, That's not really a confirmed date. The only reason why it was like that was because I don't like not being able to submit a chapter for over a week. I may do that, but it usually will bother me. So, I guess I'll try doing a weekly submit to the story, more or less. But no promises. I might also submit chapters early too. So all I can say is keep an eye out. Thank you everyone for taking the time to read this story, it means a lot to me. And also, if you read this part too where I just ramble on, I appreciate it, so extra thanks to you!
BTW for Jomo I felt like he should be more different in the way he speaks compared to Mojo, so you may see the difference in the story of how they communicate.
Edit: I don't know if Fanfiction send you emails for when the author of a story you're following updates something, but I just fixed some mistakes I made, that's all.
Brace's PoV :
The early sun shining on my back and the cold breeze blowing through me as I sit on the somewhat wet grass. It rained a bit last night.
I breathe in, and breathe out. Breathe in... and out. In... out.
"Morning Brace!"
I jumped at the direction of Bow's voice, then glared at him a little, "Bow, I'm meditating!"
"Oh, I'm sorry brother," Bow said, standing over me, "I had something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Well, your breakfast is starting to get cold on the kitchen table."
I sighed, "I'll eat when I'm done meditating."
"May I ask something?"
"You just did."
Bow rolled his eyes, "No, I mean, why do you 'meditate?' What is meditating anyway?"
"That's two questions."
Bow stayed quiet, crossing his arms. Saying things that annoyed him used to get rid of him...
"It's a way of calming yourself and focusing your thoughts."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Well, if it's a way to calm yourself, why sit on wet grass? Why not on a mat?"
...You know, I have never thought of that before...
"Why are you bothering me, Bow?"
"Uh- I didn't mean to-"
"Whatever," I said, as I get up, "I'm going in."
We both walk into the house we were currently living in, thanks to the funding She was giving us.
"Jomo?" Brave called out, as he came out of his room.
"Hey Brave." Bow said.
"Hey guys, have you seen Jomo?"
I shook my head, "I haven't."
"I saw him go downstairs into the basement after breakfast."
"Right. Of course, as I expected." Brave said as we followed him towards the basement. Jomo does spend a lot of time down there, working on things.
"So, did you find anything interesting?" Bow asked.
"Yeah," I agreed, "something to do with our current mission?"
"I did, actually," Brave answered.
"What is it?"
"Can't really answer just yet."
"Why not?"
Brave didn't answer. We stopped at the basement door, where a lot of mechanic sounds were coming from. Brave knocked on it, "Jomo, can we come in?"
The noises stopped. Then, the door opened.
Jomo held the door for us, "Come in."
We entered and took our seats on the chairs left in the room. Before Jomo went back to his work on his table (looked like another gun to stun the punks or something) he stood there waiting for one of us to speak.
"Jomo, I found some information that's...interesting."
"Interesting?"
"But, while obtaining the information, I was almost caught... hacking, and I had...to...destroy the computer upstairs..."
Jomo crossed his arms, a little disappointed, "Brave-"
"But it was worth it," Brave interrupted, "and besides, we have been meaning to build another computer, this would be a good time to do it."
Jomo stayed quiet before speaking, "Information?"
"I wanted to tell you guys after we got a new computer. It would be easier to show it then tell it, and I didn't really look through the files yet."
Jomo stayed quiet again, before eventually sighing, clearing the table. You may have noticed, but Jomo's sort of on the quiet side. There was one time the punks had hit him so hard at his brain in one of their battles that Jomo lost some of the ability to express himself fully. It's not that he isn't as intelligent as he was before, but I don't expect him to speak a paragraph without taking long breaks sometimes. And at times, it is confusing to communicate with him, but he had this injury ever since we came into existence. By now, we can pick up on a lot of things he says.
"I'll get you guys when we're done with the computer." Brave said, already helping Jomo at the table.
"Ok," I said, jumping off my seat, "You know where to find me."
"You're going to train without eating again?" Bow said, he makes it sound worse than it really is.
I walked out, "I don't feel hungry."
Blossom's PoV:
We headed down to the bank next. Two police cars were in front of it. They secured the area with caution tape. Though we're always allowed in.
"Powerpuff girls!"
We flew over the tape, towards one of the officers. I spoke, "Morning, sir. Did you find any evidence?"
"Not yet, but we already had called in a detective, and he's looking into it now."
"Where is he?"
"Where is everyone?" Bubbles asked.
"Come with me," The officer said as he lead us in the direction where more officers had gathered.
As we came close, the detective was looking around, puzzled, "Do we know if the money was taken in cash?"
"Indeed it was."
"But that's impossible..."
"What is?" I asked.
The men had finally noticed we arrived, "I can't find proof that the money was ever stolen here. Maybe through a computer system, but there are no prints or any other evidence here."
That's strange. It wouldn't usually take long for the police to already know who robbed the bank and how, but if they can't find any evidence...
"Can we look?" Bubbles asked.
"Sure, maybe you'll find something we didn't see."
We turned on our special vision and looked around. I had suspected to find marks with no finger prints on them. And we did.
"There are plenty of hand prints where you looked. None of them have fingerprints, so you can't tell exactly who did it."
"So there's only proof that someone did physically rob the bank here," the detective concluded.
"I already know who robbed it though," Buttercup claimed, more so to me than anyone else in the room.
"Who then?"
Before she could even speak, I had cut her off, "It was either the rowdyruff boys, or the powerpunk girls." Those are the only ones I know who could heat up their hands so when they touched something, the sweat on their hands wouldn't make a mark easily show. Usually used only on metal, and as you can see, most of the bank is metal. But because they heated up their hands, they left slight marks on the metal. Like how you press your hand on a pillow, then lift it up to see there's a hand print. Of course, compared to that, this is more permanent.
And how do I know? The Rowdyruff boys had done this plenty of times before.
Buttercup opened her mouth to say something, but then she stayed quiet.
"Powerpunks, you said?"
Before I could explain, another officer beat me to it, "Don't you remember years back when those three girls who looked like the powerpuff girls came out of no where and started destroying the city?"
He was talking about the day when we visited VilleTown, and met the punks for the first time. We had stopped them, but how they came back, I don't know.
"Oh yeah, now I remember! But we hadn't seen them in a long time..."
"We saw them last night," Bubbles said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, in fact," Buttercup had cut in, "we saw them here last night!"
"You did?"
"Yes, we did!"
"Then there shouldn't be any doubt as to who robbed the bank!" the officer exclaimed, happily.
"Not quite," I said, "because we didn't actually see them enter the bank last night. We just saw them near it. And even though that may raise the suspicion of which of the two suspects who most likely did it, it's not valid proof. If anything, it's biased."
There was a pause, before one of the officers said, "Good point."
Buttercup crossed her arms, "I don't what 'biased' is, but I still think it was the powerpunks."
Buttercup's PoV:
After the police decided they would search for the location of the Powerpunks, we had decided to stop by at Mojo's, where the idiots should be. What does Blossom know about anything? I mean, I would love it if the Rowdyruffs did rob the bank, so I could beat Butch's ass again and send them off to jail where they belong. But it's so obvious who really did rob the bank! We even heard them!
Flashback:
"Wait, didn't Oppressor tell us not to?"
"Yeah, but who listens to that old idiot all the time? Besides, we sort of need it right now."
"Ok, we're in."
"You better be! Come on, before someone-"
"Finds you?!"
Buttercup's PoV:
They were up to something, they were definitely going to rob the bank, and not only does Blossom let them go, she thinks if I get the chance to pound the Rowdyruffs, I'll just keep my mouth shut! Well, that ain't happening, sister! When it turns out it was the punks who robbed the bank, I'm going to rub it in her face so hard-
"Buttercup."
huh? I turned back around, "What?"
"Where are you going?"
She snapped me out of my thinking for this?
I rolled my eyes, "To Mojo's, duh! I'm not as stupid as you think, Blossom!"
"I didn't say you were."
"Well still," I said as I kept flying.
"Buttercup, we're already here."
I turned back around. Oh. There was the volcano in the middle of TownVille Park with the weird laboratory on top of it. How did I miss that? Oh, never mind! I flew towards Blossom and Bubbles as they flew ahead of me.
Bubble's PoV:
Blossom and Buttercup had looked more annoyed than they did earlier. They've been bickering with each other a lot on this case. I hope it doesn't get any worse, or they just might break out into an argument. I never liked when they argued...
As we approached the laboratory, I turned to Blossom, "Blossom, what are we going to do?"
"Well," Blossom bit her lip lightly, "I figured we would calmly approach this..."
I frowned, "This will probably lead to another fight..."
"Fine by me," Buttercup said, "I'll be glad to punch something soon."
I sighed. I guess if we have to, we have to. But if we could avoid it, I rather we did.
Blossom knocked on the front door. We waited a few minutes, before it opened. Mojo had opened it.
"Oh," he said, confused, "Hello girls. Is something wrong?"
Blossom spoke, "There's been a robbery at TownsVille's bank."
"Oh," Mojo said, more annoyed now, "So who do you want, considering you're here for the suspect of the crime of the bank robbery at-"
"If it's not too much trouble, could we see Brick, Butch and Boomer?"
Mojo crossed his arms,"Hmmpt. Fine," He began to walk away, his voice fading as he did, "I'll get you the annoying animals who I have share my living space, which is my amazing laboratory, who keep making messes everywhere, of soda cans and candy wrappers and any other waste which I always have to clean up..."
Bear's PoV:
The four of us sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. We all just woke up less than an hour ago. We had just gotten ourselves cleaned and dressed, because apparently the monkey who we must listen to claims, "I already clean up your messes, the messes you make everyday, of soda cans and candy wrappers and any other waste everywhere! I refuse, which is to indicate that I'm not willing, to tell you constantly, over and over again, to clean yourselves, to bathe, to brush teeth, to clean face, to brush hair, to put on deodorant, and to dress yourselves, in preferably nice, clean, clothing suited for young men your age, 16! In two more years, I'm going to kick you all out, onto the street, so I'll never see you again for as long as I live, and I can finally live in peace! You better appreciate my kindness while you still can, starting with doing the things I just asked you to do, before I cook you any food for breakfast. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
I don't think we're all so dumb that we need a definition of everything when he speaks to us. It's almost insulting. Did I say 'almost?' No, I meant It is insulting. But Brick, Butch and Boomer seem to be used to it because they weren't even listening. They were actually falling asleep on him. Butch was snoring! Though, I can't blame them, he did make the his lecture drag on a little.
But anyway after we were yelled at, we quickly got ourselves ready and headed back into the kitchen.
We didn't even eat that much before Mojo came back, "Someone's at the door for you."
"Who?" Brick asked.
"Go see for yourself."
Annoyed, Brick, Butch, and Boomer got up first before me. I was about to get up, but Him suddenly appeared and put his claw on me and forced me back into my seat, "You stay."
"Uh, why?"
"Yeah, why is he staying here?" Butch questioned Him.
Him laughed, before using a threatening tone disguised to sound nice, "Does it really matter?"
...True, Him is the dictator here. It really doesn't matter because if I even try, POOF! Pink cloud sucks me in, and spits me right back out where I'm supposed to be. The other three sort of gave Him glares before getting the door. Mojo walked out, and Him disappeared into thin air again. I was alone...
I took a few bites of my bacon strip... why didn't he want me to go? Why didn't he also want me to answer the door, there's usually nothing wrong with that...Unless he knew who was behind the door. Makes sense, he always seems to know where I am...
Great, for all I know, it could be Bud, Bish or Bunny! Or all of them even! I've got to know now who's there! But how...
"Hey Him!" I called out.
...It stayed quiet for a second, before Him appeared again. He snapped, "What do you want?"
"Hey, sorry," I said, raising my hands in defense, "I just wanted to talk."
Him, confused, raised his eyebrow and stood there sort of dumb, "...You're kidding, right?"
"No. Brick, Butch and Boomer are answering the door, and Mojo is probably picking up after our messes, or something productive like that. I just wanted to talk to someone while I ate, that's all."
Him stared at me with his confused expression a little longer, before switching to a suspicious look on his face. I just stared back at him, trying to keep a straight, unreadable face. Eventually, he shrugged and sat down, "Alright. So what do you want to talk about?"
"Oh, I don't know. What's been going on in your life?"
His expression lightened up, "You want to know more about me?!"
"Umm...yeah!" I said, trying to pull out the best fake grin ever.
"Alright! Well, let's see... the other day, I lost something of mine that I can't find..."
"What was it?"
"My toy ducky."
...His toy DUCKY?!
"Have you seen it?"
"...you know, I could have sworn I saw Mojo with it..."
Him blinked, "Mojo?"
"Yeah, like when he was cleaning his bathroom or something like that..." I lied.
Him's eyes narrowed, though not directly at me, "I see... hey I'll be right back, ok?"
"Oh sure, take as much time as you need,"
"Alright," he said, while getting up, "Don't go anywhere, ok?"
"Sure thing, I'll just be sitting here eating my bacon!"
"Brb!" Him said, before disappearing.
I got up from my seat, like hell I'm going to stay here! I just can't believe he fell for that.
Meanwhile...
Bubble's PoV:
"Alright, Pinky, what is it you want?"
Blossom glared, I think she hates being called that. That and stupid. "Brick, did you rob any banks recently?"
"Are you suggesting we did?"
"Maybe."
"No, we didn't."
"Really?"
"Yes. Now go away, we were eating," Brick said as he began to close the door, but Blossom stopped it with her foot.
"We're so sorry for bothering you while your having your first meal of the day," That last part sounded sarcastic, "But, we think your suspects of the bank robbery that happened last night."
"You think? What proof do you even have?"
"You can heat your hands so no finger prints show on whatever you touch."
He raised an eyebrow, "That's it? That's all you got?!"
"At the moment."
"You must be joking."
"Not at all."
"How can you even tell it was that?"
"We checked it, someone had definitely heated their hands to avoid fingerprints."
"Or, they were wearing f***ing hot oven mittens!"
"Bare hands."
"Look, even if we did rob the bank, you need more evidence! We cannot be the only suspects on planet Earth who are suspects because we can heat our hands!"
"You're not. There's going to be someone else at the police station-"
"You?"
Blossom blinked, "Excuse me?"
"Last time I checked, you could heat your hands up too!"
Blossom let out a breath before continuing, "No, someone else."
"Who?"
"The Powerpunk girls," I said.
"Who?" The three of them said in union.
Blossom gave me a look... I guess I wasn't supposed to say that...
Blossom explained, "They're these three girls who also have powers, like us."
"They sort of look like us," I added.
"They're nothing like us," Buttercup said.
"But they have the similar hair and eye colors as us."
"Yeah, but their clothing is too slutty compared to ours."
"You mean revealing? I guess maybe..."
"So you mean to tell me you robbed the bank?" Brick had said.
"What? Where are you getting this?"
"Oh I don't know. But have you noticed the only difference between Powerpuff and Powerpunk is two letters?"
"That doesn't mean we robbed the bank, Brick, these are totally different people we're talking about."
"Then tell me, who are they?"
"I just did."
"No, I mean, what are their names, where in TownVille do they live in, each of their exact descriptions-"
"Ok fine, I'll tell you."
Blossom told them everything we knew about the punks. What their names were, what they each looked like, and that we didn't know where they currently lived yet, but they lived in a parallel universe before. This lead to telling them how we accidentally switched universes with them and how we defeated them then. Brick had stared at Blossom for a moment after she was finished, before asking, "And they're here now because..."
"We don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Well it may be linked to the mirror, but we're not sure."
"You realize this is a horrible, unbelievable story, right?"
"But it's true."
"It sounds like a load of Alice in Wonderland cr-"
"Well I'm sorry, but that's what you wanted to hear!"
"No," Brick shook his head, "What I was looking for was a simple 'They lived in a mansion,' or 'They lived in the ghetto.' Not in another universe where they acted like destructive tyrants. In fact, it only makes me think you definitely robbed the bank."
"No, we didn't!"
"Yes you did. You're just trying to send us to jail for no good reason now."
This continued on for a few more minutes, where they went into an argument about who the powerpunk girls were, and if we were trying to set them up so they went to jail. That didn't really make sense though, doesn't someone always bail the Rowdyruffs out? Anyway, this was when the rest of us have just stopped paying attention to what they were saying. I actually peeked inside a little bit. No one noticed. I stared for a bit until I noticed something on the floor.
A person, rather.
He was hiding behind a wall, peering through the doorway frame. He looked like that guy from the picture! Brown, sort of messy hair, with purple eyes!
He was just staring at us...how long had he been there?
I think he noticed that I was staring at him, because he had put on a fake smile and waved at me. I was going to lift my hand and wave back to him, but then these red claws had grabbed him and his mouth suddenly. The expression in his eyes seemed like pure shock as he was pulled out of sight.
Wha- what just happened?!
"Bubbles?"
I looked up suddenly to see who called me. It was Buttercup. She had a sort of concerned look on her face, "Are you ok?"
That seemed to have caught Blossom's attention, as she had interrupted whatever Brick was saying and spoke, "Why wouldn't she be ok?"
"I'm just asking, she just looked like she freaked out."
"No, I'm fine."
"You're sure?" Blossom asked.
"Yes."
"Well that's great! Brat's just fine!" Brick said... did he just call me a brat? What did I do?
"Her name is Bubbles! Brat is one of the Powerpunk girls."
He continued in a mocking tone of voice, "Oh I'm sorry, 'Blossom,' I didn't know you used your Powerpunk names when you rob banks and crash buildings down!"
They glared at each other, before Blossom sighed heavily, "Could you please at least go to the Police Station so you can see for yourselves?"
"...Fine. We'll go."
Bear's PoV:
"You TRICKED ME!"
"Well did you really expect that I wanted to talk to you?"
"You made me waste my time over talking to a baboon who can't even speak english! And I told you to not go over answer the door!"
"I didn't."
"What do you MEAN you didn't!" Him yelled as he shook me violently, "You were over at the door!"
"No," I said,"I was behind a wall. No one saw me."
"For your sake, I hope so," He threw me into my room, where I crashed against a wall, then fell onto the floor.
"Stay here, and don't come out unless I tell you so!" He then slammed the door closed.
I laid there, on my back, staring at the ceiling. The reality of my situation has finally hit me. At first, I was focused on leaving. I was trying to escape. But then somewhere down the line, I forgot why I was even here.
This is actually a little embarrassing to admit, but it was like once I got to know who my real brothers were, and how much we were alike, I had completely forgotten the idea of escaping. For years I had spent only knowing Bud, my overly concerned 'brother,' Bish, my overly reactive and dramatic 'sister,' and Bunny, my quiet and fragile 'sister.' I didn't even know if they were my family back then, Heck, I still don't know! But family or not, they weren't like me.
I can't really even say they are my 'brothers,' could it really be so believable that these three people and Him all claim that I'm part of this family that I never even knew about? For all I know, Him had hired some people during the time I was unconscious to pretend to like me. But as I think about it, it doesn't seem that way. The Rowdyruffs don't seem to be pretending, they seem legit. Especially during that conversation with those girls at the door, it would have been perfect timing to know if they were true to what they said to me, since I wasn't suppose to be there. If they had said things and done things different from what they usually do, I would have picked up on that. They hadn't, so it seems even less likely now that they were lying.
But one thing that I wonder is if Him intended to distract me with a possibility of finally finding people like me who were my family. Maybe...Probably...
But now that I know my weakness, I can finally focus on escaping again. Him thinks he's so smart, but I had years of training and learning on how to spy and collect information from others. I had tricked Him just now, without even trying! Though he'll keep his guard up now that I've done that. But no matter, I will get out of here. I was once a slave, I won't be one again, not without a fight!
