Does anyone think I should up the rating because of violence. I'm just a bit paranoid. I don't particularly think that a thirteen year old can't take this, I am just fourteen myself anyway, but, if anyone think that my rating can't stand up to universal scrutiny, please speak up and not just hit the abuse button. When, by my own judgement, I feel the violence is too high, I will modify the rating, but I do understand that each individual's values are different from my own and if anyone believes otherwise, I will change this to R.
The Professors suspicions were confirmed the very next day, though with nothing that would stand to in any court. Buttercup had caught the smuggler on the tour bus. The smuggler was quite ingenious, he had popped the drug in pill form into his mouth, and then spat it into a bottle of water, where it dissolved and could be easily smuggled. The man was an employee of epsilon, apparently on vacation. He had to get more evidence. After sitting there, motionless, thinking for a few moments he sent a bunch of satellites to photograph epsilons main base which was. Surprisingly, just in citiesville. He would get him sooner or later.
Professor Aurum threw his marble pen stand at the metal wall in frustration as he threw yet another copy of the newspaper into the incinerator. Upon it was the headline "Imperium smuggling ring demolished". That was a massive source of income and it had just disappeared. He was going to get those, Powerpuff girls. He glared at his final copy of the tabloid, viciously ripping the girl's eyes with his pen before casting it into the fire. As he stared at the burning faces of the girls triumphantly, something caught his eye. Someone, just standing in the corner. He hurriedly grabbed it out again. It was unmistakeable, Professor Utonium. Sure he looked decades older and half his face was charred but it was definitely him. He opened the shutters of his office and looked out, where, residing in massive glass containers was a pantheon of creatures. He knew more about the other scientists work than even Utonium himself. After all, he provided everything. He had managed to recreate some of the army, namely, a massive dragon made out of incarnate fire and plenty of metallic humanoids. He smiled to himself, time to send the Imperator a little present. He laughed evilly as he watched the beasts stir and he cast the newspaper back into the fire.
Blossom left the bottle of Imperium on the Professors desk for him to analyse later. She then noticed Bubbles playing around with some of the Professors chemicals, so she quickly flew over and reprimanded her.
"Bubbles, don't do that. It's dangerous"
Bubbles pretended to comply, then slipped the bottle of Antidote X into her pocket. It would make a great Show and Tell, and maybe she could even do better than Blossom.
The Imperator slowly touched the small vial that resided in her pocket. It was filled with Imperium, unfortunately she had to get it to an extreme within minutes. She slowly floated through the air, thousands of miles above the city, staring down, watching the millions of fools, shuffle around to their daily retinue. Mundane ants, constantly scurrying around for petty mortal values. Like ants, they were just a thing to crush underfoot. They were there for the amusement of higher individuals like herself. She looked down, eyes riveted by the encompassing scene, finally fixing upon the volcano. That would be perfect, it even had a place to act as base. All that remained was a demented monkey. It was a pity, the monkey was far more intelligent than the others. Unfortunately his personality made him redundant, and therefore, yet another insect in this metropolis of parasites.
Mojo Jojo sat under his telescope, staring at the massive universe peacefully, as he was apt to do when he ran out of ingenious plans. There was something about the infinite aether that switched his influx of ideas on. Perhaps it was the feeling of shame that, in the infinite space the stars were nothing, and the planets to the stars were insignificant. Therefore that made the comparison of a single city beyond comprehension by even him. Then he stopped as he saw something fly toward him. It looked kind of like one of those accursed girls. Then it plummeted against his roof. Without thinking, he knew he was being attacked and he ran to his armoury.
The Imperator glanced around the abode. It was quite a classy establishment and had a very nice design of contrasts. On one wall were samurai swords, antique Ming dynasty vases, and upon the other, futuristic laser weaponry and miniature robots. She smiled appreciatively at a particularly nice Japanese painting of some nishikigoi carp when a laser burnt a hole through it.
Mojo closed his eyes with a twinge of guilt. It pained him greatly to destroy that painting. He had picked it up at an auction along with the pair of Ming dynasty vases, one of which Bubbles had destroyed. Of course he had forgotten to leave money, but, still, it felt like an irreparable loss. Mojo charged into the battle, shooting slow controlled blasts at the Imperator. Laughing with ease, the Imperator ripped the gun from his hand and slammed him into the floor. The imperator slammed fist after fist into Mojo then lifted him up, sneering into his face. Mojo smiled prophetically up at her, determined to go with dignity.
"I have been cruelly beating by a more powerful adversary, meaning one who is more powerful than I, Mojo Jojo, though that those not seem possible because I am the evillest of evils. Nevertheless, with my highly evolved brain I predict that in the near future...."
Mojo was cruelly cut short as the Imperator threw him bodily into the wall.