So here we are... Blossom thought, In a time of need, our arch-enemies become unexpected allies. Huh, allies...more like a pack of misfits. But this is the best we've got. If we defeat Blackheart, what then? Does everybody lapse into the sides of good and evil once more? Or has this battle changed everyone? Only time will tell.
The team was led by Mojo into the basement of the observatory. Sitting in the middle of a circular garage was a titanium sphere the size of a tank. Buttercup looked at it in disbelief.
"This is the super weapon that's gonna kill the all-mighty pissed off demon?" She crossed her arms and glared at the chimp.
Mojo' eyes narrowed at the judgmental girl. "There's more to it than this. Watch, and feast your eyes upon my greatest invention ever!"
He reached into the front pocket of his blue tunic and took out a set of car keys. He pressed a red button on one attachment and the super-weapon made a car beeping sound. Six ports going around the ball opened and a mechanical spider leg extended from each hole. It managed to stand itself up, the legs managing to augment the device to the height of a building. The top of the sphere split in half down the middle and a giant laser gun protruded from the top, almost bumping against the ceiling.
Buttercup was still unimpressed. "We're gonna defeat him with a giant laser?"
Mojo's green skinned turned bright red. "Let me explain how the device works!"
Using his primate capabilities, the simian genius was able to climb one of the spider-like appendages and sit inside the open cockpit where the laser was projected. He pressed a glowing blue button and the butt of the weapon flipped open.
The monkey explained, "Alright girls. When I have the Utonium boy locked on and in my sights, stick your, uh, stumps into the back of the super-weapon and fire. The weapon will extract a little bit of Chemical X from each of you, causing it to build up in power and the weapon itself will magnify the intensity of your laser attack. Basically, it will vaporize the Utonium boy, we'll be deemed heroes, and I, Mojo Jojo, will rule the world!" He let out a menacing laugh.
The villains rolled their eyes while the girls simply ignored that last statement. Blossom asked a very prudent question, "If this 'weapon' is going to destroy Chester, then why do we need everyone else to tag along?"
Mojo smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth. "No need to worry yourselves. I've crunched the numbers, and the probability of this plan failing is a mere fifty-seven percent!" He beamed proudly.
Blossom was dumbstruck. "Fif-Fifty Seven?"
Mojo waved a gloved hand in dismissal. "Do not worry, my hubris little friends. If this plan does fail, then we just unleash a full on attack on the Utonium boy. He can't defeat all of us!" The inquisitive girl had no more questions. Mojo pressed a red button, signaling the front door of his garage to open up. "Villains! Let's move out!"
The spider robot rhythmically put one pointed leg after another, making a melodious industrial noise with each step. The gang of criminals followed with the girls leading behind. Together, the team marched through the ruins of Townsville towards the neighboring, relatively untouched, suburban area. The cloudy skies brewed a clap of thunder and a bolt of lightening.
Chester felt a thunderous march vibrating up his feet. His eyes sprang open. Looking out the window, he saw an sideshow of mutant freaks with the girls floating above. The boy nodded his head and smiled. He picked up his sleek cane from beside the coffee table and he placed his fedora over his gleaming silvery hair. The boy stepped out the front door and he walked down the cobblestone path. The bulk of the team stopped once they were eight yards away. He looked up at the towering spider droid aiming a massive laser gun down at the seemingly innocent boy. He clutched his cane in his right hand, eyes reflecting looks of ferocity.
Mojo powered up the laser, emitting a whining sound. Him's claws became engulfed in an unholy flame. Fuzzy loaded a buckshot into his weapon and the amoebas on his left shifted their old school hats.
The Gangreen Gang reached into the sack and pulled out a weapon. Ace was armed with a bat, Snake had a crowbar, Arturo whipped out his switchblade, Maria, Grubber, wearing a vacant grin, held a chain with a cinder block on the end. Billy was just going to use his blunt strength. Sedusa's hair thrashed more violently and beside her, Berserk and Brat stood on their ribbons and pigtails to make themselves look more taller. Princess floated above the group with the use of her jetpack and her black gloves illuminate a yellow glow. To her left, Brute cracked her knuckles. The Rowdyruff Boys floating beside the duo clashed their fists together excitedly. And at the far end of the group, the Powerpuff Girls stood on their feet with their arms crossed and looking like they wanted a fight.
But the true child of Professor Utonium was not concerned. In fact, he was rather disappointed that this was the best his sisters could come up with. "In the town's darkest hour, they call upon you lost creatures to defend it." His words dripped acid.
Blossom stated, "You aren't Chester Utonium. Your just a pale imitation, a hollow shell that only kills for the sake of killing."
The 'shell' couldn't help but snicker. "After everything that you've been through in life, that's what you think? I'm trying to save the world from evil."
"You kill everyone! We're the heroes, not you!" The azure puff roared.
Blackheart tossed his cane into the air, catching it with his other hand. "You girls just delay the inevitable. Throw a bad guy in jail, he'll be out committing crimes before you could bat an eye. Are you girls really heroes? Or are you just another cog in the machine of the legal system? The officers in-any country, really, get paid whenever you do their job and they spend their 'justified' wages on whatever they please."
They stopped to think about this statement while Blackheart continued. "You're nothing but a bunch of hacks. All of you. I'm trying to make a difference, and you think stopping me will make the world a better place?" He closed his eyes and hung his head low. "My whole world turned it's back on me. My family abandoned me. I was expecting you girls to understand. But no. Just kill and everything will be better."
He spoke in a solemn voice. "I don't want to do this. I don't even want to be alive. But this is what I have to do to make sure no one has to suffer the pain and torment I have." He smiled a little. "Huh, I guess life is just revolved around killing, just to give people the happiness they deserve. I want to end their suffering while you three prolong it to trick people into thinking they're happy."
The leader said, "There's more to life than just killing."
Bubbles added, "Like family!" And Buttercup said, "And friends!"
Blackheart's eyes flared open. "Life is nothing more than an open road, and one that you walk alone."
The girls clenched their fists. "You don't have to go around slaughtering innocent people There's always gonna be a little anger in everyone." Blossom said determinedly.
The boy gave a toothy grin, showing rows upon rows of fangs. His sorrow was replaced with rage. "Then I guess the whole world has to die. You girls don't have what it takes to go through with it, do you? Well I have the guts! And I am taking this thing ALL THE WAY!"
He rose up into the air with both arms outstretched. The team of villains scrambled, not allowing the boy to gain the upper hand.
From the cockpit of the android, Mojo said, "Now girls!"
The port on the back opened, and the girls obediently stuck their fists in the machine. Three small needles drilled into their veins, making them cringe. It took a tiny blood sample and the girls fired a laser blast from their hands. The machine lit up a vibrant purple, and a yellow energy blast shot out of the cannon. The magnified energy bolt hit the floating Blackheart in the chest, blasting him through the Utonium house and demolishing it.
The villains all surrounded the rubble intently. Out of nowhere, the demon blasted through a stack of broken plywood, burying the ruffs under some bricks and floorboards. He stared at everyone below. "My turn."
He stretched out a clawed hand to the robot and made a crushing gesture with it. The metal began to crack, the primate managed to escape the spider robot slowly balling up into a misshapen steel orb. Blackheart made a pushing gesture and the ball went soaring into space with the girls still attached. Their screams echoed out into the beyond for miles.
In the distance, Princess shouted, "Nice plan dummy!"
"Shut up!" Mojo yelled.
The Rowdyruff Boys surrounded Chester and simultaneously fired red, blue, and green lasers from their hands at the boy. These guys are gonna be easy. Chester thought smugly. While getting pelted with a barrage of colored beams, Chester consumed the hot-headed boys' anger and reflected it back upon them. The three fell out of the sky, dazed and weakened. But Butch's anger was too much, being the most violent Ruff. All of his hatred for the girls, Chester, the other villains, and Townsville caused his heart to explode. Blood ran out his mouth, onto the torn up asphalt.
Blackheart shot purple lightening at Princess, to which she avoided and shot yellow lasers from her hands. The attack scalded the boy's left hand he clenched it and dashed towards the wealthy girl. But he was stopped when Sedusa's hair wrapped around his ankle and pulled him towards her. She looked into his shining eyes and said, "Come on, sweetie. If you give up now, I'll make it worth your wile." She gave a seductive grin.
But this trick did not perk the boy's interest. In fact, he swallowed a scream of rage, looked at her in the eye, and said, "The last time I was tricked by a pretty face didn't end well for her." He referred to his late mother. The boy broke free of Sedusa's grasp, grabbed a tendril of hair and tossed her into the Gangreen Gang.
Mojo pulled out a blaster holstered in his belt. He fired a few rounds of red energy at the attacker, one hitting him in the shoulder. He slowly turned his head growling and snarling until Fuzzy took a pot-shot from the street below. The shot missed and caught the boy's attention. He bolted down, grabbed the pink hillbilly's boomstick, and smashed it over his head.
The lumpkin didn't stagger. His figure turned dark red as he hollered into the spirit's face, "You dun broke mah propertah!"
He grabbed Chester's arms and pulled, attempting to rip them out of their sockets. The lumpkin's strength was no match for the infernal boy's power. He kicked both feet up, hitting the redneck in the jaw and losing his grip on the enemy. Chester charged up a super-punch at the dazed lumpkin, his fist crackled with dark energy.
But a ribbon wrapped around his wrist and pulled him back. Chester grimaced at the girl that looked like his mother, but not as much as Blossom did. Berserk held her ground, but the demon's strength was to great. He flung his wrist forward, sending the punk flying towards him and landing on top of the dazed hillbilly.
He turned and right in his face was Brute, the violent powerpunk. She swung a fist at him, which he blocked. She swung another and he blocked it again. The gothic punk became annoyed, starting to flail her fists madly at the reflexive boy. After the eight failed strike, Blackheart joined his four finger together, and from the ends of their tips was a giant blade formed from Brute's increasing anger. He grabbed her by the neck and ran the large curved blade through her heart. Brute gasped for air. She coughed up blood onto Chester's silk shirt. Soon her body went limp.
From behind him, Berserk screamed, "BRUTE! NO!' She stood on her high heeled boots on top of the unconscious furry lumpkin, her eyes brimmed with tears. She leaped at the Utonium screaming bloody murder. Her four ribbon wrapped around the boy's neck while Brat savagely bit the kid's neck while her lengthy pigtails whipped him in the face. Trying to shake them off, Chester inconspicuously surged Brat's negative emotions through Berserk's ribbons like conductors, shocking the two of them.
He picked them up with one clawed hand and spat, "Worthless..." He cast Berserk aside, her schoolgirl outfit emitting a burning smell. She slumped against the curb of the side walk, unconscious but not dead.
Brat he still held. She groaned and uselessly fought against the enraged beast's grasp. He raised a claw, about to kill her when suddenly, Mojo and Princess shot him in the back with their energy weapons. He swallowed the pain and opened up his right hand, absorbing all of their hate filled energy as sustenance. They thought he was getting hurt, trying to deflect it. He was getting stronger and stronger as he held the nastiest punk in his other hand to absorb her hatred.
But where was Him? The girls rocketed through space, flying past Mars while worthlessly flying in the opposite direction to slow the crushed weapon down. After all hope seemed lost, the girls started to slow down. But how? They looked around the surface, trying to find the source. But they were both shocked and amazed to see Him pushing the ball forward with ease. Once it was slow enough, he sank his lobster claws into the metal. After a mere three seconds, the ball spontaneously detonated, sending debris into the deep space without harming the girls.
They were at a loss for words. Blossom rubbed the back of her head and said, "Wow Him...uhh..."
"Thanks?" Bubbles said, unsure if that's what she should be saying.
Buttercup looked at the grinning devil. "Yeah, we would've never stopped if you haven't came along."
Him's swampy green eyes dragged over the three. "Don't take this personally girls. I only did this because the fools down there can't possibly defeat Utonium with their silly gadgets. Let's get there before things get worse."
And the feminine devil wisped the trio away with a red cloud that gave a strong scent of spices.
Blackheart stamped the ground, sending a wave of black energy ripping through the pavement and blasting the laser wielding trio across the street into the remains of his old home. He turned his full attention back onto the blonde haired girl. The Amoeba Boys attempted to save her.
"Hey, buddy!" A thick mobster accent was heard from behind. The moment Chester turned, his face was met with a manhole cover. It clang to the ground as blood ran down Chester's nose. His agitated gaze pierced the grinning amoebas' gel like body. And with just that simple gaze, the boss's cellular body evaporated; turned to dust. His cohorts looked at his remains, a gray fedora, in sorrow.
"Boss!" Junior cried.
Blackheart shot a black laser from each fingertip of his right hand, hitting the two amoebas in their cytoplasm chests and they went flying back. The Gangreen Gang stood up, dazed. Arturo looked up at Big Billy.
"Ay Billy! Throw me up to this pinchazo!"
The colossus did so. He scooped up the midget and chucked him at Blackheart with Maria's stainless steel blade whipped out. He latched onto the boy's arm with his stubby legs dangling. The little guy managed to impale the blade into Chester's wrist. He screamed as blood ran down from the stab with Maria still inside, Arturo was hanging on for dear life. He grabbed the Mexican by the collar, took Maria out of his wrist, and slit Lil' Arturo's throat with it.
Blood splattered onto the villain's face as he threw the corpse back at the rest of the gang.
"Arturo! No!" Billy cried as he rocked the little guy's body in his arms and the rest of the gang surrounded with miserable looks. The black-clad demon picked up Brat, who was trying to silently crawl away.
Blackheart's P.O.V.
I looked into Brat's icy blue eyes. She reminded me of my little sister, Bubbles. Her fear yet determination showed. Their likeness was almost uncanny. For whatever reason, I looked around at all of the defeated and dying villains.
I don't really want this, do I?
What the hell was that?
All these people are dying. Is this really the right thing to do?
What was I thinking? No, who was that? That's defiantly not me! Is it? Of course this is the right thing! I mean, they're evil! I'm making the world a better place! They just don't see it yet. Yes...yes this is right. Soon my mom will be proud of me and she'll love me. And my sisters will see too.
I don't need to kill to make the world a better place.
Who's keep saying that? Yes I do! It's the only way to make people understand!
I raised my claw at my sister's evil counterpart. The second my sharp fingernails, glowing dark energy, sliced her neck open, she was was dead. Scarlet liquid poured out of her gashes, running down my hand. I slammed her corpse onto the ground and released a maniacal laughter.
Chester's howling laughter would've made the most bravest of men recoil in disturbance. Who would find this blood bath enjoyable? But that was interrupted when Him materialized with the Puffs beside him. The heroines were shocked at all of the villains littered around the street. Some where dead, others were barely hanging on. The girls tended to the other's wounds as Him battled the escaped spirit of the underworld. The two clashed and locked hands, trying to see who the most powerful spirit is.
His eerie voice nonchalantly said, "You should know Utonium, I am the most powerful force in the universe!"
Chester was unfazed, straining to keep his strength up he said, "That's what fails you, Lucifer. You're also the most hate-filled being in the universe."
The demon's eyes widened in realization once it was too late. Chester stuck both hands glowing with purple electricity. Him felt his body dissolve. He was being ripped apart, hate-filled molecule by hate-filled molecule. He opened up his mouth and released an ear-shattering shrill into the sky. His red skin fell off, revealing not bone, but just evil energy. That's all Him was: an embodiment of anger. All that remained was a pair of high-heeled boots and a red jacket. Chester smiled hungrily as he eyed the horrified girls.
He waved a hand. "Go now girls. Rest up before you decide to face me again. Bury the dead and lick your wounds, because next time I may not be in such a generous mood."
Not knowing what else to do, they did just that. Mojo carried the wounded but breathing Princess Morbucks in his arms. Fuzzy rubbed his aching head and he dragged his split boomstick along the pavement. Sedusa clutched her arm and limped with the rest of the group. Brick and Boomer carried Butch, dried up tears plastered onto their cheeks. Berserk held Brute's and Brat's corpses in her ribbons, her face buried in her hands, sobbing. The Gangreen Gang strut passed the depressed Powerpuff Girls, Billy sniffled as he carried Lil' Arturo's body in his arms.
The girls solemnly floated behind the group as they walked back to Mojo's observatory.
In the distance, at the site of the battle, Blackheart yelled, "And make sure you have a plan better than that one!" His hand slumped at the sides of his dress pants. He inhaled deeply and muttered, "Thank god. Another day where I don't have to kill my sisters."