AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, so this chapter is short, but it's essential. Go on and read ahead, but I swear you'll understand squat :/ Enjoy, R&R Momo..

Chapter 13: Unknown POV

I sat on the dark patchwork coach Him kept in one of his underground storage units. That's where me and my brothers, Bailey and Blaine, were staying.

You don't understand?

Oh well. You will soon...

"Good morning boys~!" Came that annoyingly gay voice again.

"It's morning?" Bailey mumbled. "Huh. You never know when you live under dirt!"

"Well," started that voice again from the big double door. "You wouldn't have to stay in here if you'd completed your task, like a good little boy. Take Brett for example. He comitted an act of such evil that I had no choice but to allow him freedom! Well, a little stay leesh anyway."

I scoffed. It's true. He does treat us like dogs. No. More like a pigs in the dog's collars. To him, we're no better that swine. And our one purpose in life is to destroy the PowerPuff Girls. Well. Destroy their lives, anyway.

"If we're not going to kill 'em, then what's the point.." Blaine rambled, eyes fixed on the just working TV in the far corner of the large room.

"To make their lives a living hell." Him replied nonchalauntly.

"Oh. You mean like ours?" Bailey questioned, galring at Him.

Him only chuckled. Or, giggled.

"If you want to put it that way. Then yes. Like yours. Besides, your only clones. You don't have 'feelings' or 'emotions' like the real ones use to. The only things you lot can 'feel' is hate and the lust towards hurting others. Especially those snot-nosed little brats! Now boys... Would you like one more chance?" He motioned towards Bailey and Blaine.

Bailey shrugged, not really caring. And there was no responce from Blaine.

"Very well boys. I'll give you a little leesh too. But fail me and the consequensed will be dear..." And with that, the red lobster man flounced out, flicking his feather boa as he strut.

I heard the lock on the the doors go and sighed. We'd been living here for just over a year now and it was awful. Him had created us (at first) to kill the PowerPuff Girls. But later (after watching some soap on TV) descovered it's be a lot easier to just make their lives a living hell. As he did ours. But pity us not. For we we were made and designed to love hate and vise versa. Our biggest goal in life is to simply dimolish those PowderPuff Girls. But sadly, our wish is left to be desired.

Oh, maybe I shoulde tell you a little about me and my brothers.

We were born at sixteen, making us a little younger than the PPG's. But we're twice as strong.

Him created us from hurting them, but will not let us kill them.

Ok. Bailey is the tallest. He has red hair that reaches his waist. He keeps it tied in a long ponytail and lets it hang out stylishly from the back of his reddy-brown baseball cap. His eyes are a menasing wine red and he is the king of sarcasm.

Blaine is rather tall too. He has spikey black hair with neon green streeks running all the way through. He also has eyes of the most murky dark green. They're cloudy and impossible to read at the best of times. He's quite laid back and loves pain.

And then there's me. I'm Brett and I'm the shortest, but the smartest by far. I have sandy blone hair that reaches just bellow my ears and piercing ocean blue eyes that seemed trusting, how wrong you would be to think that... Anywho. Bailey says I look five. That earns him many a slap. Heh heh... Well, we're seventeen now. Just thought I'd tell you. It's so boring here, and there's nothing good on TV. Then suddenly as I was flipping through the channels, I found the news...

'Hello Townsville~! Today will be a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. And in other more important news, Bubbles May Utonium has givin birth to a healthy baby girl. Bridgett Ann Jane Utonium. What a cute name, no? Boomer Jay Jojo wouldn't let us in, but says she looks just like her mother. Beautiful sandy blonde hair and eyes as rich a blue as the ocean. Aww. How sweet. Congradulations Miss. Utonium! Now onto the sports...'

I could only smirk at this news report.

"Hey. Isn't that your kid Bretty?" Bailey said in his annoying know-it-all tone.

I groaned.

"How many times do I have to go over it? She's not my baby! She's that Puff's. I bare no relation to that, child, what so ever."

Blaine seemed to get interested.

"Huh? But she looks like you?"

"And? She looks like her mother too. And that Boomer as well."

"You saying he's that real father?" Bailey questioned, looking rather puzzled. I smirked.

"You could say that.."

"Wow man, what you do?" Blaine said, almost excitedly.

"Details, details my dear brother. You will find out soon. But first, I have to pay a vist to my 'daughter'..."

We all smiked simultaniously.

"Anyone got any paper?..."