Much of this, to be honest, is directly out of the movie. So, there's not much creativity on my part. Nor do I believe this chapter is very exciting. Forgive me.

You Are 'It'

Somewei

Mojo Jojo allowed a cruel smile to split his face as he watched the beaten Rowdyruff Boys, subdued by their power loss and subsequent beating from their creator, sail away from him. He contemplated going after them and stepping on the three weakened boys, but turned his attention on the regional lords, all of whom unconscious from their own beatings via the hands of the Powerpuff Girls or the Rowdyruff Boys.

Despite the fact that the girls were trying to do everything they could to save the Earth, all they had done was make Mojo's job easier. He had already planned on getting rid of all his so-called brethren and the boys on his own. The girls, though, made his job a little less messy. Yes, there was the issue of the satellite being dysfunctional, but that was a quick fix.

His eyes shifted down to the lopped off dome from what used to be his palace and Townsville Hall. As he reached down and grabbed the chunk of building, he said, "Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. I, Mojo Jojo, have succeeded in my greatest and most brilliant ever, and I, Mojo Jojo, shall finally rule supreme as the Earth's complete and absolute emperor!"

An immense satisfaction filled him at those words. Finally, finally, he was reaching his goal of complete dominance and nothing at this point in time was going to stop him. If he succeeded the first time in capturing the Earth in his grasp, then he was going to succeed now.

"Not so fast, Mojo!" a tiny voice cried out. "Surrender now and we'll go easy on you!"

The giant ape blinked slowly as the voice registered in his ear, but was unable to find where it was coming from. He furrowed his brow as he glanced around and found no one.

"Down here!" the voice shouted again.

Mojo glanced down below him and found three tiny specs staring up at him. As he leaned down to get a better look, he was amused to see the three girls – the Powerpuff Girls, as they called themselves – frowning at him, ready for round two. He snickered and mockingly said when he was close enough, "Oh my. You're actually trying to stop me? That's so cute."

"Try nothing!" Bubbles shouted him.

Blossom followed up with her own comment. "We will stop you!"

"Who you callin' cute?!" Buttercup shouted, her eyebrow twitching both at the tone Mojo was using to make a mockery out of their very serious attempts.

He cackled uproariously, still extremely amused by what he saw. Fine, then. If they wanted to do this, then so be it. He could afford to bend his schedule a little bit for these three. "Okay! Let's play!"

He lifted a fist to punch down at the three of them, but they split up in a multicolored flash of pink, blue, and green. Before he had a chance to register where they went, he saw a brief flash of pink before his jaw was thrown back from a hard hit. In quick succession, his abdomen was hit by a flash of green and a heavy piece of metal collided with his face once more. It was at this moment that all amusement fell away from him when he realized that these three little girls were, in fact, truly attempting to stop his plan from succeeding.

He growled in anger and made a grab at the pink light streaking by, but was unable to grab at her. He then attempted to grab at the blue light, then the green one, and then the pink streak all over again. He grabbed and grabbed and grabbed at the lights circling around him, but was unable to catch anything. With each second and each light missed, his frustration grew.

Then, to make matters worse, as he focused on grabbing the blue light, the pink light blindsided him with a hit to his temple before he felt his behind rammed. He jumped up, surprised, and reached for his throbbing backside, only to hear laughter. He quickly whirled around to see Buttercup laughing hard, clutching her stomach, and realized it was she who had hit his bottom. Clenching his jaw in humiliation, he slammed a foot down on her.

"Buttercup!" he heard her sisters shout in concern, and he turned around and smacked them into the nearest standing building.

He didn't care about them. He just wanted to crush this one below his foot for embarrassing him – Mojo Jojo! – like that. As he buried his foot deeper into the group, he grinned sardonically. A fitting place for these girls to be: below his foot. Right where they (and the rest of the world) belonged.

His eyes flickered back to the building that housed Blossom and Bubbles, waiting warily for them to come back out and strike at him. And as he paid attention to the blonde and redhead, Buttercup wiggled her way out from under Mojo's foot and scowled at him. Feeling her own anger surge, one by one, she punched Mojo's long toes in.

Pain shot up Mojo's leg as he turned his attention to his crippled foot. In that split second that he turned his back on Blossom and Bubbles, the two girls streaked out of the building, twirling around each and their colors mixing in a flurry of pink and blue, and rammed themselves into the giant ape. The wind was knocked out of him from the impact and he went flying back into another building. Dazed and gasping for air, Mojo tried to collect himself, not seeing the building collapsing on top of him until it was too late.

From the air, the three girls stared at their downed enemy for a second before turning to each other. Blossom allowed only a small smile to split her face as she said to her sisters, "Good job, girls."

Buttercup wiped some sweat from her face and grinned, "Yeah, well, jackass deserved it."

Bubbles grinned at Buttercup's remark. As the blonde smiled, she failed to notice Mojo getting up from underneath the collapsed building until two hands whipped out and snatched her sisters from the air. All merriment ceased as she shrieked, "GIRLS!"

Now it was Mojo's turn to grin again while he tightened his grip on the two girls, suffocating and crushing them at the same time. Bubbles watched, in shock, as Blossom and Buttercup groaned and gasped for air before she snapped out of it and rushed towards them, a dark frown on her face. Nobody threatened her sisters like that.

With all that she had in her, Bubbles unleashed a barrage of power with her eye beams. As she fired on him, she could hear Mojo's hair sizzling from the heat of her power. Immediately, he released her sisters and yelled out in pain. Blossom and Buttercup, freed, instantaneously joined in on the attack using their eyebeams like their sister.

Mojo growled again in anger as he attempted to punch the girls out of the air, but, like before when he tried catching them, he failed to land a hit. It was at this point that all his frustration and annoyance with the fight peaked and he clapped his hands together, stopping their advance and sending the three girls away from him. As they flipped around and landed on their feet, he could hear Buttercup gaily say, in a singsong voice, "Somebody's mad!"

Jumping into the air, he thrust himself closer to the three girls, stuck out his arms, and felt the hairs on his arms stiff before being launched at them in huge spikes. As they raced towards the three girls, he heard Blossom shout "LOOK OUT!" before they took off. His eyes immediately found the redhead and focused on her, the leader, hoping to take her out. If she was out of the fight, he figured, the faster her two sisters would go down. And down they needed to go, as far as he was concerned.

Blossom moved fast as she dodged every spike that was sent her way. When she noticed, out of her periphery, that her sisters were out of harm's way, she felt a wave of relief flow through her, but that relief was short lived when she noticed a human child, clutching a black and white dog that looked really familiar, right in the line of fire. Eyes growing wide in concern, the redheaded leader whirled around and began punching away at the spikes to keep the child from being hurt.

Bubbles, next to Buttercup, noticed Blossom and trouble and yanked on her emerald-eyed sister's arm. "Buttercup, Mojo's got Blossom pinned down! We have to help her!"

Buttercup frantically looked around at her surroundings, hoping to find something to help, and nearly smacked herself on the head when she realized the old and broken down bus they were hiding behind would be just the thing. Jumping to her feet, she said to Bubbles, "I have an idea. C'mon!"

She grabbed onto the bus and Bubbles, recognizing her sister's plan, did the same before the two darted off to Blossom and jammed it in front of them, blocking the spikes. Blossom's arms slumped down to her side when she recognized that the spikes were no longer coming for her. She breathed out a sigh of relief as she heard Bubbles gently tell the child, "Hurry! Run! Go!"

Without hesitation, the child took off further into the depths of the ruins of Townsville. The three were quiet when silence filled the atmosphere of the city. Whispering, Bubbles asked after a moment, "Do you think he's finished?"

"No!" came Mojo's booming voice a second later. "But you are!"

Without warning, a stream of fire and burning heat fell upon them. The girls screamed out in pain, clutching each other's hands tightly. Following what felt like an eternity, the fire stopped and they collapsed to the ground. The sheer pain from their heated limbs kept them limp, even when Mojo reached down and took them into his giant hand.

"Fools," he sneered, holding them up to his eye level, "you dare to challenge me? Attempt to defeat me?" They could feel him moving now as he walked to the tallest standing building. "Try to destroy me?! I, who saved you from certain death?"

Listening to his words, the images of that night, so long ago, came back to them. They were young and new, wandering around the dark streets of a crime-filled Townsville, unable to fly and unable to find their way back home. They had felt scared, lost, and, more importantly, abandoned because they had waited for hours at Pokey Oaks Elementary for their creator to come pick them up, but never did. They remembered walking into that alley, hoping to find some shelter, but, instead, ran into trouble with these tall, green-skinned boys. Scared, petrified, they thought they were going to be hurt until that trashcan lid came out of nowhere and frightened the boys off.

Mojo. He had saved them from those boys, from the cold and rain, from their loneliness.

"After all I had done for you –" He climbed the building now.

He had made them feel like their powers and abilities were special. He had made them feel accepted. He had made them feel like there was nothing wrong with them. And after being ridiculed, hated, and ostracized by every single human being residing in Townsville, it was a blessing.

"– you betray me!" he shouted and pointed them in the direction of the city. From below, the enslaved humans peeked out from their hiding spots, listening to the confrontation. "And why? For them? The ones who hated you?"

"I'm offended just looking at them!"

"The hatred is running rampant –"

"Those mutant, bug-eyed –"

"Freaks."

"They are little freaks, aren't they?"

The harsh words, the horrible sentiments and the rampant hatred that the girls had felt and heard in the days following their innocent game of tag were never forgotten. They had been so young and innocent back then. They hadn't known what they were doing was considered wrong back then. They hadn't known that being different might've meant being excluded or hated. They were simply having. And yet nobody had given them the benefit of the doubt. Nobody had taken the time to understand that they were new. They simply crucified these little children without a care in the world.

"Have forsaken you?"

"It's their fault!"

"I knew they were no good!"

"Professor, we didn't want this!"

"Liars!"

"Fibbers!"

"You've doomed us all!"

"Please, Professor, please believe us."

"I don't know who to believe. I thought you were good."

He climbed higher now. "Can't you see? None of them will ever understand you as I can. For we are kindred spirits, whose powers spring from the same source."

It was true. Mojo was the only one who could ever understand them. They were the children of Chemical X, born because this one chemical flowed through their veins. The humans would never understand this. They never could accept this. But…

"So, girls, do not make me destroy you. For we are smarter, we are stronger! We are invincible! We have the power! We are superior to them! And we shall rule!" As he spoke, his words became louder and more erratic. There was a brief pause and then his voice softened. "All we have to do is work together. Girls, join me."

Mojo watched as the girls' eyes all opened at that moment and, for a second, he truly thought that they were going to accept his offer of friendship (a fake offer, no less, as he would've destroyed them the moment they were comfortable in his presence), but then their eyes began to glow and his hand started shaking, the building following shortly after.

"NO!" they screamed as they burst out of his hand in a multitude of colors, and took off higher into the sky.

"We'd never join you, and it's because we are stronger!"

The three took off towards him and Blossom's fist slammed into his jaw.

"Yes, but you not natural. You have unnatural power. Use it! Harness it! It will come, it will come!"

"If they're so much like us and they fight, why can't we?"

"Because we are invincible!"

Bubbles gave Mojo a powerful uppercut to the underside of his jaw.

"…because we're the only ones capable and strong enough to do so."

"You see, he still fears you."

"Because we have the power!"

Buttercup slammed her fist into the left side of his jaw.

"And go back to our pathetic lives of running? I don't think so!"

"We won't let you down."

"We have to protect them from you!" they shouted in unison, circling fiercely around him and hitting him from every angle. His one free arm was waving madly around, trying to swat down their tiny forms once more.

"It's you who has to be feared!"

Blossom punched his jaw again.

"I have seen many true evils and what their powerful hands can do first hand."

"Because you are a monster!"

Bubbles kicked the top of his head, breaking apart the dome that was covering his large brain.

"How many people have Mojo and his followers killed in their struggle to obtain power?"

"You refused to see it because of your own comfort!"

"I'm also sorry for hurting everyone, but…what can I do? There's nothing that I can do."

"You are evil!"

Buttercup punched him in the mouth, shattering some of his teeth.

"Those boys aren't evil, though."

"Their creator, yes, but not them."

"And you are…"

They shouted in unison again, charging right for him. Mojo winced, waiting for the impact, knowing he could do nothing to stop it. They, however stopped right before him, stared at him for a moment, before reaching out together and tapping him on the nose.

"…it."

And just like that, Mojo toppled from the top of the building, screaming a phrase he hadn't shouted in a very long time. And then his long, dramatic shout of "Curses!" was cut off when his large form collided with pavement, cracking the ground underneath him, before there was silence.