Not All Good
Things Last 2
The Sad Truth
"Buttercup, wake up," Blossom said, shaking her bed. "Wake up!"
"Hmm, what?" she groaned.
"Blossom, it's a Saaturrrdaaaaaay," Bubbles mumbled.
"The Mayor called," Blossom reported, "there's trouble in Townsville!"
Buttercup sat straight up, "is it a monster? Bank robbery? Just give me ten minutes!"
"I don't feel like fighting crime today," Bubbles muttered, turning over and putting her blue pillow over her head.
Buttercup walked to Bubbles' bed, ripped of her covers and slapped her behind. "Bubbles, we have to go!"
"Ow! That hurt!" Bubbles whined.
"You didn't have to do that," Blossom said, "now let's just hurry up and get dressed."
"Did the Mayor say what the trouble was?" Buttercup asked as she took off her pajamas and slipped into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
"No, he wants us to meet at his office." Blossom replied, "something happened in Townsville when we were asleep."
"What?" Bubbles asked.
"I'm not sure, that's why the Mayor wants to see us."
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Last Night
Him was exercising in front of a TV before going to bed and someone knocked at his door. He paused, thinking it was the Rowdy Ruff Boys again. Then as he walked to open it, the door broke apart and someone dressed in black stepped in.
"You're the one they call Him, aren't you?"
"Yes, who are you?" Him questioned.
"I don't think it's necessary to tell you my name," the figure in black held out its arm and he could see a bony finger.
"Ah, do you want me to join you?" Him asked, "and we can stop the Powerpuff girls!"
"What made you think I wanted them?" The persons' voice sounded so gravely and low that it seemed almost inhuman.
"Y-you're a villain, right?"
"I prefer the term 'anti-hero,'" he corrected and twisted his wrist to the left. Him felt a huge pain in his heart, if he had one and he placed his claws over his chest.
"I don't understand," he gasped, "you're bad and evil like me, so why are you?"
"I'm just cleaning the filth from the world," he said curtly. "It's my duty to take away life, you see? And because your life is so meaningless, I'm taking yours!"
Him let out a blood-curdling scream and he distinguished into black smoke. The black smoke moved to the figure in black and he absorbed it, as if it were energy.
Then he left and did the same to Mojo Jo-Jo, The Gangrene Gang, and the rest of the evildoers of Townsville.
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"What, you mean," Buttercup mumbled, "All the bad guys are gone? We can't fight crime anymore?"
"Someone stole our job!" Bubbles whined.
"Mayor, any idea who did this?" Blossom questioned.
"No, Blossom," he answered.
"Maybe someone is helping us," Blossom sighed.
"You think the Rowdy Ruff Boys did it?" Bubbles asked.
Blossom shook her head, "I doubt it."
"I don't like this," Buttercup grunted, "first we start to lose our powers, and now all our enemies! We'll be useless!"
"What's that, Buttercup?" Miss Belum asked.
"Uh--nothing."
Something huge walked by the window. It looked kind of like a robot.
"Hey, look, there's something!" Buttercup shouted and she flew out the window followed by her sisters.
"Girls, please, use the stairs!" The Mayor groaned.
"Hey, stop!" Blossom ordered the large robot.
The robot turned around. "Isn't it the Powerpuff Girls?" Said the person controlling it.
"Someone built it," Bubbles said.
"To stop us!" Buttercup finished, "let's scrap that thing!"
She flew to the robot and the pilot controlled it to grab Buttercup. She grimaced in its grip.
"Let me go!"
"Blossom, put this thing on ice!" Buttercup shouted.
Blossom flew to the robot, "let go of my sister!" She took a deep breath and exhaled a frozen breeze at the ground under its feet and it slipped a little but stepped back. Seconds later, the ice melted.
"Uh-oh," Blossom whispered. "Bubbles, use your sonic scream!"
"Got it!" she yelled and screamed. It made the robot unleash Buttercup, but did not break it apart, as she attended it to do. "It's not as strong as it used to be!"
"You're so pathetic!" the pilot shouted.
"We need help," Bubbles said, "We should contact the boys!"
"Well, get on with it!" Buttercup exclaimed, flying around the robot to confuse its pilot. It wasn't working.
'Boomer, I need your help!'
'Bubbles, what's wrong?'
'We're trying to stop a robot but it's too strong!'
'Where are you?'
'Uhm' she looked around to find out where she was, 'on Main Street, across from the Mayor's office! Hurry, Boomer!'
'Don't worry, Bubbles, we're on our way' he sent quickly and turned to his brothers, "Guys, I just got a message from Bubbles. The girls are in trouble!"
"Then let's boogie!" Butch yelled and they fled the orphanage to save their girls.
"Augh!"
"Ouch!"
"Hey!"
The girls were slammed into buildings. They felt themselves tire quickly more than usual.
"I need a nap," Bubbles moaned.
"We can't quit now!" Blossom shouted, "Townsville needs us! Come on Powerpuff Girls! Let's give it all we've got!"
Buttercup took in a raspy breath, "Uh-okay, I'll try."
The three girls gathered whatever strength they had and zoomed to the robot and then involuntarily, they stopped and good not move anymore, except straight down. The Chemical X picked a great time to wear off completely and now the girls lost their super strength, speed, eye rays, sonic screams and ice breath and unfortunately, what they really needed at this time, was their ability to fly. Their bodies glowed in blue, green and pink as they fell down to the street.
"So, this is how it ends?" Blossom whispered pathetically as she closed her eyes.
"We're supposed to be going up, not down!" Buttercup shouted, "Grab on to something!"
"Grab on to what, Buttercup?" Bubbles demanded with a shriek and closed her eyes tight, "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming! I'll wake up soon!"
"There they are!" Boomer yelled.
"Oh no, Blossom!" Brick screamed.
"Bubbles!"
"Buttercup!"
Not wasting another second, the boys forced themselves to fly harder than ever to catch the girls just before they smashed into the ground.
"Bubbles, speak to me!" Boomer urged, "Open your eyes!"
"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!" Bubbles chanted, her eyes still closed.
"Boomer?" she opened her eyes, "am, am I dreaming?"
"No, I'm here. You were falling and--"
"We fell," she whispered, "it really did happen."
"This is not good," Buttercup hissed, sitting up from Butch's grasp. "The chemical X has worn off completely!" Then she put a hand to her head, "oh, my head, I need to lay down." She fell back into his arms and he patted her forehead.
"We have to stop that person somehow," Blossom grunted.
"Forget it," voiced the pilot. "You girls are pathetic. I want to fight some real enemies! You're no use to me now!"
"Hey!" Brick shouted, "we can stop you!"
"Ah, the Rowdyruff Boys," the pilot said, "and you think you're enough to challenge me?"
"Hell yes!" Butch shouted. "We'll teach you to mess up our girls!"
They took off and headed toward the robot, "come out and fight!" Boomer commanded.
"Yeah, you coward!" Butch added.
"All right, I will," the plot said wistfully, and his voice changed into a more bold one, "and we'll see who's the coward!" At the top of the robot's head, a hole opened making a whirring noise as a platform was raised, where the pilot was standing.
He wore a tight armor-like leather body suit and he wore sunglasses. His hair was long; sleekly and black, tied back in a ponytail. On his outer thighs were two rather long guns. He grinned and pulled them out of the holsters, "now, what were you saying? Do I really look like a coward?"
"Shut up!" Brick yelled and flew to him, just as he was about to punch him--
BLAM!
"Brick!" Blossom shouted.
A red aura was glowing around Brick as he fell to his knees and there was an even redder blotch on his white T-shirt with red hems. {Author's Note: I know his color is red, but if he were wearing a red shirt, you wouldn't be able to see the blood very well!)
"Hmm, I see why red looks so good on you," Brick's assailant said.
Butch tackled the gunman down, his gun falling from his hand, "if you've killed my brother…" Butch picked him up by he collar and punched him in the face hard enough to send him flying, but it just broke his glasses and left him with a black eye.
"Huh?" Butch noticed his arm turning green and a dark green aura around him. The same was happening to Boomer in dark blue.
The mysterious man laughed and pushed Butch away from him, "you don't look like superheroes to me."
"Who are you?" Boomer demanded, "Dick Tracy?"
"You can call me Percival."
Butch smirked, "Percival?"
Percival picked up his gun, "I have the opportunity to kill you all right now but I'm not. Believe or not, I'm a gentleman."
"Well, I don't," Bubbles, whispered.
"There are five others like me," Percival said, "and they wouldn't appreciate it very much if I killed you and got all the glory, so I'll just go and get them so we can do it together. Wait here, will you?" He chortled and went back to his robot and disappeared out of the city.
"Brick, are you all right?" Blossom asked.
He winced, holding his hand on the right side of his chest and nodded.
"You're lucky he didn't get you in the heart," she said, helping him back to his feet. Butch took Brick's arm and put it around his shoulders and Boomer got to the other side.
"Let's go back to the Professor," Blossom said.
"I hope he has another thing of Chemical X in his laboratory," Buttercup grunted.
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"Professor, are you busy?" Blossom asked.
"What are you doing in the lab?" he demanded, "Hey, are you girls all right?"
"No," Bubbles said.
"What happened to him?" he questioned, nodding to Brick.
"He got shot," Blossom explained.
"Shot?"
"We've lost our powers, Professor," Blossom said, "the Chemical X has worn off!"
"Worn off?" he mumbled, "I didn't know it had a time limit."
"We wanted to tell you before, Professor," Bubbles said, "but we didn't want to worry you."
"You knew it was going to happen?" The Professor questioned, "girls, what if there was--"
"It happened to us too," Boomer said.
"Can we talk about this later?" Blossom demanded angrily. "Brick got shot! Professor, can't you do something?"
"I never fixed a gunshot wound before," he said.
"But do you even know what to do?" she asked.
He sighed then nodded, "I think so."
"Uh, maybe I should go to a hospital," Brick mumbled.
"But what will you tell them?" Blossom questioned.
Brick shrugged.
"You're bleeding a lot," The Professor noted, "sit down here and I'll take care of it."
"Professor, do you have anymore Chemical X?" Buttercup asked as he examined Brick.
"No," he said sadly.
"It's okay, Professor," Brick winced, "we might be able to find some. AT that place where we were born."
"Yeah," Boomer said.
"Let's worry about that after I take care of your gunshot wound, all right?" Professor Utonium asked. "Who shot you anyway?"
"We don't know," he replied, "he called himself Percival."
"A new bad guy," Buttercup added, "that's why we need chemical X."
"Why don't you all just wait upstairs?" Professor asked.
"No, I'm staying," Blossom replied quickly.
"Just go, Blossom," Brick grimaced, "I don't want you to see this."
"He'll be okay, Blossom," Professor said.
Blossom sighed, nodded and left with the others upstairs to wait.
"How are we supposed to fight this guy without our powers?" Bubbles asked meekly.
"He's a pro," Boomer admitted.
"You don't think he has powers too, do you?" Buttercup questioned Butch.
"I don't think so," Butch replied, shaking his head.
"I wonder if this was the guy who has been helping us out," Blossom whispered to herself, "but why--"
"What, Blossom?" Bubbles said.
"Oh, nothing."
They waited about ten minutes and went back down when Professor was done removing the bullet from Brick's chest.
"You were lucky," he muttered.
"Guys, let's go back to that store where we were created," Brick said immediately, pulling his shirt back on.
"Are you crazy?" Blossom demanded, getting in his path, "you were shot in the chest! You need to rest a while."
"If we plan to beat this guy," he said, "then we will have to get our powers back. The only way we do that is if we get our hands on some Chemical X and you know the Professor is out of it."
She sighed and nodded, "be careful then."
He and his brothers walked out of the lab, to the house and outside.
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"Now, we just have to get our hands on--" Brick said and then screamed, "I don't' believe it!"
"What?" Butch asked.
"Look!"
He pointed at the store that had a CLOSED OUT OF BUSINESS sign in the window.
"They shut the place down!" Boomer cried, "this really sucks!"
"Even if they were open," Butch said, "how would we know what to look for? I don't remember what Chemical X looks like."
"They used something like it," Boomer said, "from the health store I think."
"Let's to Mojo Jo-Jo and--" Butch began and Brick grabbed him by the shirt.
"Don't be stupid!" he yelled, "we have more pride than to crawl back to that slime----"
"Whoa," Boomer gasped and pulled Brick off Butch, "hey, stop it! Butch has a point, Mojo Jo-Jo may be a mad-monkey but he's also a genius!"
"Boomer!"
"Well, an evil genius," Boomer rephrased, "maybe he does have chemical X or something like it."
"Forget it, Boomer," Brick said, "we're don't going to him to ask for his help."
"I didn't mean it like that," Boomer said, "we don't need his help, just the chemical X. We don't even have to ask him for it."
"You mean, just sneak in and get it?" Brick said with a grin.
"Of course," Boomer said.
"I like that," Butch muttered, "good idea, Boomer, glad I thought of it."
Boomer groaned and they went to Mojo's pad.
"Let's just get that stuff and get out of here," Brick said as they got to the door. They opened it, revealing turned over tables and never the less a huge mess.
"I don't remember it ever looking like this when we were here," Boomer mumbled.
"Yeah, we messed it up even worse," Butch joked.
"C'mon, let's find it," Brick ordered.
They searched the whole lab and didn't' find much.
"Hey guys," Boomer said, lifting a beaker containing green liquid. "Could this be it?"
"I remember it looking green," Butch said.
"Well, let's take it back to Professor Utonium," Brick said, "he'll know."
They left Mojo's home.
"Weird, Mojo hasn't noticed us yet," Boomer said. "Normally he'd beg us to stay."
"Yeah, that is weird," Butch agreed.
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"Did you find any?" The Professor asked.
"Yeah," Boomer nodded to the green stuff in the jar. "But we're not exactly sure if it's really chemical X."
"Pour it in the analyzer," Professor commanded.
"Okay," Boomer did so and Professor Utonium analyzed it. "Well?"
"Good job, it is Chemical X," The Professor said, "but just enough for three."
"Let the girls have it," Brick said immediately.
"No, wait!" Blossom yelled, "we're in this together, with our without the chemical X."
"Are you sure, Blossom?" Brick asked.
"Yeah," Blossom nodded.
"Well, is there any other way to stop this guy without our powers?" Buttercup asked.
"I'm sure there is," The Professor replied, "I'll need to do something new and play at this own guy's game. Did he look like he had any super powers?"
Bubbles shook her head, "not that we've seen. He just had guns and a giant robot."
"Yeah, like, toys." Boomer said.
"All right," The Professor said, "I'll give you your own toys."
"I like the sound of that," Brick said with a smile.
"Instead of being super heroes, you'll be like secret spies or something."
"Hell yes," Butch said excitedly. "Where do we begin, Professor?"
"Right here," The Professor smiled as he pressed a button and a closet-like structure opened up in the middle of the lab, revealing 6 different colored and sized outfits with guns, goggles, grenades and other kinds of paraphernalia.
"Oooh," Brick moaned, "I don't even miss that Chemical X stuff anymore!"
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