Dead.
That's how the news caster said it. "The Powerpuff Girls are dead" were the first words he heard when he turned on the news, and Professor Utonium hadn't stopped crying since. His girls, the sunshine of his life, were dead, and all he could do was hold on to Bubble's, newly repaired, Octi and let the tears fall down his face.
Professor turned his head once he heard the door being kicked down, and his tears turned into a look of rage once he saw Venom in the doorway, with a sadistic smile on his face.
"Daddy, I'm home!" Venom said in a sing song voice. Professor got up and with out thinking, ran to Venom in order to punch him. Bad idea, he found out because when he did throw his punch, Venom grabbed it and crushed it with ease.
"No, no, no," Venom chastised the Professor, ignoring the pain he was causing to his hand. Venom let go of Utonium's hand then pushed him to the floor. Venom taunted the Professor further by pressing his foot on his chest.
"Now…Utonium is it? Yeah, look, I was going around having the time of my life. Blowing up buildings, burning innocent bystanders, and giving your girls a slow, painful death." Venom smiled at the memory of his enemy's death, and the growl of the Professor. Venom then showed the Professor the black spot on his arm.
"But then I saw this, a black spot on my perfect, white skin. Care to explain?" the Professor spit on Venom's face. Venom just sighed in annoyance and licked the spit off with his tongue.
"What makes you think I'm going to help you?" Professor screamed. Venom still kept his sadistic smile on his face.
"Utonium, I could kill you right now if I wanted to, but I'm not. You know why?" Venom's smile turned into a snarl as he lifted him off the ground, pushed him against the wall, and held the Professor by his neck, slightly strangling him.
"Because I know that's what you want! To be with your girls again, to hold them, and tell them you love them but I won't give you that satisfaction! Instead, I'll give you a slower and more painful death then your shitty little creations! I'll start by impaling you through the spin, then I'll tear your arms off the sockets, cut your tongue off, and disembowel you but not to the point of death. You know, I heard you still have a boner for that bitch teacher who kept shocking me. So while you're on the ground, dying, I'll find her, bring her here, and I'll have my first rape victim! Then I'll slit her throat and put you out of your misery. So, unless you help me, I'm going to show that bitch, Keane, the time of her life. Whether she wants to or not!" Venom emphasized his threat by turning to his side and doing pelvic thrusts.
Professor bowed his head in shame. He didn't want any more pain and destruction to happen, especially to the woman he still cared for deeply. "I'll help you."
"Good boy," Venom let go of the Professor. "You can start by telling me about this mark on my arm."
"It's the Chemical X in your system. It's depleting." Professor explained.
"Are you telling me, that as soon as the rest of the chemical X is depleted, I go back to the way things were?" Professor nodded. Venom held his chin in his hand and smirked. "But if I put more Chemical X in, I can still be a God?"
Professor Utonium sadly nodded his head and Venom smiled.
"Take me to more Chemical X! Move!" Venom demanded. Utonium bowed his head and walked towards his basement laboratory, indicating for Venom to follow. They walked down and Utonium pointed at a huge vial of Chemical X, at least 5-6 gallons. Venom ran up to the vial and hugged it as if it were a teddy bear.
"My precious!" Venom hissed. He then took the vial from its stand and was about to chug it all down.
"I hope you choke on it, you bastard!" Venom heard the Professor mutter and stopped himself from drinking the vial. Venom turned to the Professor and stared at him with his red eyes.
"There's something you're not telling me about this stuff," Venom told the Professor, but Venom got no answer. Venom put the Chemical X on the table, walked over to the Professor, grabbed him by the throat, and brought him up to his eye level. "Did I mention rape, torture, murder, the perfect death?"
"All…the Chemical X… mixed in with what you have in you now…will kill you," the Professor gasped. Venom then got to thinking.
"But if I were to take it in small bits, I'll be able to keep my new powers and live?" Venom questioned but Professor was still gasping for air. Venom shook his hostage in anger. "Answer me!"
"Yes!" Professor gasped. Venom dropped the captive Professor and he fell on his knees, gasping for air.
"You got any syringes?" the Professor, still gasping for air, pointed to a box full of needles. Venom got at least 20 syringes and filled them full of Chemical X. He then injected one of the needles into his neck, and moaned like a drug addict having his next hit. The black spot on his arm returned to white and he absorbs the other needles into his body for later use. He then kneeled next to the Professor, with a sick smile on his black and white face. "Don't cry for your girls, you'll be reunited again, sooner than you think."
Venom laughed like a madman before flying through the roof of the basement into the girl's room. He kicked aside all of the girl's toys on the floor and went to the girl's closet.
"Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. Jimmy crack corn and I don't care; the girl's are finally dead!" Venom continued to hum the song as he rummaged through the closet and smiled when he found what he was looking for. He absorbed what he found into his body and then crashed through the window and flew to his next destination.
Back in the house, the Professor stood up, and slowly walked upstairs. He then walked over to a cabinet and opened it to reveal, a gun. He kept it in his house just in case, and this seemed like the right time. What did he have to live for? His girls were mercilessly killed and he was alone once again. He cocked the gun and aimed it at his head, planning to end his pain before it got any worse.
"Professor?" he heard a weak voice and put down the gun to see who it was at his destroyed front door.
