A/N: Heh heh heh . . . this might be going to 'R'. If you come in and don't see this fic where it should be, be sure to check there.
Powerpuff Girls: Shattered Reality
Chapter 4
September 2001 AD
The World War is still raging across Asia and North America. Through an incredible effort, American forces have held Denver, Colorado against the Chinese invaders. Elsewhere, they have not been as lucky. The states of California, Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Arizona, Nevada, and Utah are fully under Chinese domination. All of America's Pacific possessions are lost, and Alaska is under siege.
Russia is also faring badly. The Chinese onslaught caught the Russians totally unprepared. Vladivostok has been surrounded and all lines of supply to the city have been cut off. Russia's only move now is to trade space for time. As the largest country on the planet, Russia has plenty of icy wasteland to give up before anything becomes critical. Though the Russians are rushing their armed forces to the Chinese front, their ace-in-the-hole is swiftly approaching - General Winter. The cold Siberian winter is already locking the Chinese lines in place.
Germany remains neutral. The great fascist empire sits quietly on its powerful army and large nuclear stockpile, prepared to enforce its "No Nukes" declaration. However, it is well known that Berlin has always declared Communism to be its worst foe, even working with Britain and America against the Soviets several times during the Cold War. German entry into the war is quite possible.
Britain is locked in its civil war with the Irish. Though British forces have retaken their capital, the Queen, Prime Minister, and the surviving members of Parliament remain in Stockholm, Sweden. Southern England is a bombed-out wasteland, torn by artillery shelling and land mines.
The Powerpuff Girls continue their assignments, behind the scenes of the great war at center stage.
Blossom remains in Area 51, hidden underneath the Nevada desert to hide from the Chinese. The super-secret base is working furiously to complete the massive projects assigned to it. The inventions may turn the tide of the war.
Buttercup continues her operations in England, helping the British as much as she can.
Bubbles, aka 'Agent Blue', continues her intelligence-gathering operations for the German Reich. Uncountable American, British, and Russian secrets have been revealed to the Germans due to her efforts.
The war goes on . . .
September 2, 2001 AD
Oval Office, White House, Washington DC, United States of America
The President looked up, eyes puffy and bloodshot, as the door to his office creaked open and a figure stepped in.
"Yes, Thom, what is it? More useless chemical attacks?" The President sighed.
"Yes sir. The Chinese have been blasting every city they advance to with that Antidote X gas. They're scared of your Girls, sir. They've especially hit Townsville hard. 26 gas attacks, all Antidote X, in the last two and a half weeks."
The President rubbed his aching eyes. "Did you get the message from Geneva?"
The Secretary of War looked confused. "No, sir. What did it say?"
President Utonium picked up a sheet of paper on his desk and read it. "It pretty much says that the Antidote X attacks are not considered to be true chemical warfare. Nobody's died or even gotten sick from it, so Geneva has ruled it as a smokescreen-type gas."
The SecWar appeared blank. "So, they're saying that -"
The President interrupted him. "They're saying that, even if this shit burns the skin off my Girls, they won't call China on a chemical weapons violation because not enough people died!" Utonium smashed his fist onto his desk. "God, damn them! The bastards!" His eyes freely poured their tears as the stress and rage of the past eight months of war, worry, and hatred finally broke through his attempts to bottle them up.
SecWar Rodgers stood silently as the President expended his rage on the tough oak desk. His own eyes began to well up at the pain of his friend. 'I wish I could tell him. By God, I do.' he told himself. Rodgers knew Blossom was in Area 51 and even though he had no idea where the other two were, he knew that that small bit of information would comfort his friend.
However, he also knew that Area 51 was off-limits, even to the President of the United States. And Jack wasn't stupid. He'd know where to look if Thom told him Blossom was alive on a military base, but couldn't tell him which one. And the Area 51 project was far too important to give any part of it away, no matter how close their friendship was.
Thom looked at his President as Utonium managed to bring his emotions under control. He was going to hate this part . . .
Utonium looked Thom in the eyes, his bloodshot eyes giving him a haunting quality. "What's the CIA's take on how the SOBs got Antidote X, anyway?"
"Sir, they've checked both your laboratory and the one in Townville's old observatory. No Antidote X was missing. It doesn't even look as if the stuff has been touched since you discovered it, sir."
The President leaned back in his chair and motioned for Thom to continue.
"Sir, the only explanation the CIA could come up with is that the Chinese hold one or more of the Powerpuff Girls captive. And . . . and, due to the amount of Chemical X needed to create and test Antidote X, they are most likely dead." Thom waited for the outburst.
The President's eyes stormed. "Thom?" he growled.
"Yes, sir?"
"Finish whatever the Hell you have been funding. Finish it now. Those Chink sons of bitches are going to pay, and pay dearly. I will make sure the bastards learn that when you invade the United States of America, you will get nothing but a pile of dead bodies to ship back home. Incidentally" (here the President's face broke into a savage grin) "how many Chinese are there . . .?"
Thom fidgeted. "At the 2000 League of Nations census, 1 and a half billion, sir."
The President's grin grew even harsh and bloodthirsty. "Then you better get started, shouldn't you?"
September 11, 2001 AD
New York City, New York, United States of America
The world's largest city was just beginning its day. Despite the war on the west coast, NYC had taken the shortages and other wartime happenings in stride. The huge city had never been as busy as it had the last eight months. The people had banded together, doing whatever they could to help their country. The mightiest symbol of this was the mighty 120-story Global Trade Center, a twin towered structure towering high above the vast city.
Suddenly, air raids sirens blared all over the city, echoing down the vast concrete caverns. Several whitish specks had appeared just over the horizon and where glowing brighter every second.
The populace of New York City immediately shifted gears. People rushed toward the large fallout shelters and tried to get out of the taller building as quickly as possible.
A shrill shriek seemed to split the sky asunder and a powerful gout of flame erupted from the side of the North Tower of the GTC. People around the building screamed as fiery glass rained from the sky, slashing and burning their skin.
More shrill shrieks zipped across the sky, blasting holes out of buildings, collapsing bridges, wiping out whole crowds of people in a single blast. More and more, they came, fiery Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The once-strong Chrysler Building was scorched and blackened, and the metal on the western side was melting away, the skyscraper groaned as another powerful blast shook the structure. The groaning turned to fierce metallic shrieking as the massive building's supports collapsed. The Chrysler Building, some parts still shining brightly in the sunlight, fell like a mighty tree, crushing countless people and buildings under its bulk.
As swiftly as it had begun, the attack ended. New York City was engulfed in flames. Inconceivable damage had been done, and almost no building had escaped injury.
Even as the New Yorkers struggled to pull their wounded out of the rubble, one last blow to the city sounded like a final taunting laugh by the faceless enemy. The North Tower of the Global Trade Center suddenly blasted fire from its lower levels, bringing the massive structure down into itself.
The black dust from the burning city could be seen as far away as Washington DC.
September 25, 2001 AD
Dublin, Eire
Buttercup rustled her black cloak around her, to lower the chances of her detection. She was infiltrating the capital of the Irish Free State to gather intelligence . . . and, of course, to kill any tasty 'targets of opportunity'. She smiled. This was why she had joined the CIA/MI-6 team known as "The Tiger's Teeth".
Normal international laws did not apply to her. She was, in effect, nobody. The government of the United States would disavow any knowledge of her existence should she be captured. Her grin grew wider. Of course, it did come with its bonuses . . .
She jumped out of her hiding place and slashed the throat of an Irish soldier with a large pocketknife. She leaped backwards and jumped over and behind a stone wall as the man collapsed and choked on his own dark red blood.
Buttercup cleaned off the knife on the grass and was about to get up when the dark night sky above suddenly turned to daylight.
She looked around in confusion. Had she fallen asleep? No, she checked the blood on the grass and it was still fresh and moist. Then what -
Her head filled with incredible pain. Her hypersensitive hearing could be toned down to a normal human's but the noise had taken her by surprise. The roar seemed impossible, as though it engulfed the entire country, as though the Earth itself had tired of man's foolishness and let loose a howl of protest, and sound crushed her mind below its overwhelming power, nothing was there, nothing nothing nothing
Nothing but the sound of the fury of God.
Powerpuff Girls: Shattered Reality
Chapter 4
September 2001 AD
The World War is still raging across Asia and North America. Through an incredible effort, American forces have held Denver, Colorado against the Chinese invaders. Elsewhere, they have not been as lucky. The states of California, Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Arizona, Nevada, and Utah are fully under Chinese domination. All of America's Pacific possessions are lost, and Alaska is under siege.
Russia is also faring badly. The Chinese onslaught caught the Russians totally unprepared. Vladivostok has been surrounded and all lines of supply to the city have been cut off. Russia's only move now is to trade space for time. As the largest country on the planet, Russia has plenty of icy wasteland to give up before anything becomes critical. Though the Russians are rushing their armed forces to the Chinese front, their ace-in-the-hole is swiftly approaching - General Winter. The cold Siberian winter is already locking the Chinese lines in place.
Germany remains neutral. The great fascist empire sits quietly on its powerful army and large nuclear stockpile, prepared to enforce its "No Nukes" declaration. However, it is well known that Berlin has always declared Communism to be its worst foe, even working with Britain and America against the Soviets several times during the Cold War. German entry into the war is quite possible.
Britain is locked in its civil war with the Irish. Though British forces have retaken their capital, the Queen, Prime Minister, and the surviving members of Parliament remain in Stockholm, Sweden. Southern England is a bombed-out wasteland, torn by artillery shelling and land mines.
The Powerpuff Girls continue their assignments, behind the scenes of the great war at center stage.
Blossom remains in Area 51, hidden underneath the Nevada desert to hide from the Chinese. The super-secret base is working furiously to complete the massive projects assigned to it. The inventions may turn the tide of the war.
Buttercup continues her operations in England, helping the British as much as she can.
Bubbles, aka 'Agent Blue', continues her intelligence-gathering operations for the German Reich. Uncountable American, British, and Russian secrets have been revealed to the Germans due to her efforts.
The war goes on . . .
September 2, 2001 AD
Oval Office, White House, Washington DC, United States of America
The President looked up, eyes puffy and bloodshot, as the door to his office creaked open and a figure stepped in.
"Yes, Thom, what is it? More useless chemical attacks?" The President sighed.
"Yes sir. The Chinese have been blasting every city they advance to with that Antidote X gas. They're scared of your Girls, sir. They've especially hit Townsville hard. 26 gas attacks, all Antidote X, in the last two and a half weeks."
The President rubbed his aching eyes. "Did you get the message from Geneva?"
The Secretary of War looked confused. "No, sir. What did it say?"
President Utonium picked up a sheet of paper on his desk and read it. "It pretty much says that the Antidote X attacks are not considered to be true chemical warfare. Nobody's died or even gotten sick from it, so Geneva has ruled it as a smokescreen-type gas."
The SecWar appeared blank. "So, they're saying that -"
The President interrupted him. "They're saying that, even if this shit burns the skin off my Girls, they won't call China on a chemical weapons violation because not enough people died!" Utonium smashed his fist onto his desk. "God, damn them! The bastards!" His eyes freely poured their tears as the stress and rage of the past eight months of war, worry, and hatred finally broke through his attempts to bottle them up.
SecWar Rodgers stood silently as the President expended his rage on the tough oak desk. His own eyes began to well up at the pain of his friend. 'I wish I could tell him. By God, I do.' he told himself. Rodgers knew Blossom was in Area 51 and even though he had no idea where the other two were, he knew that that small bit of information would comfort his friend.
However, he also knew that Area 51 was off-limits, even to the President of the United States. And Jack wasn't stupid. He'd know where to look if Thom told him Blossom was alive on a military base, but couldn't tell him which one. And the Area 51 project was far too important to give any part of it away, no matter how close their friendship was.
Thom looked at his President as Utonium managed to bring his emotions under control. He was going to hate this part . . .
Utonium looked Thom in the eyes, his bloodshot eyes giving him a haunting quality. "What's the CIA's take on how the SOBs got Antidote X, anyway?"
"Sir, they've checked both your laboratory and the one in Townville's old observatory. No Antidote X was missing. It doesn't even look as if the stuff has been touched since you discovered it, sir."
The President leaned back in his chair and motioned for Thom to continue.
"Sir, the only explanation the CIA could come up with is that the Chinese hold one or more of the Powerpuff Girls captive. And . . . and, due to the amount of Chemical X needed to create and test Antidote X, they are most likely dead." Thom waited for the outburst.
The President's eyes stormed. "Thom?" he growled.
"Yes, sir?"
"Finish whatever the Hell you have been funding. Finish it now. Those Chink sons of bitches are going to pay, and pay dearly. I will make sure the bastards learn that when you invade the United States of America, you will get nothing but a pile of dead bodies to ship back home. Incidentally" (here the President's face broke into a savage grin) "how many Chinese are there . . .?"
Thom fidgeted. "At the 2000 League of Nations census, 1 and a half billion, sir."
The President's grin grew even harsh and bloodthirsty. "Then you better get started, shouldn't you?"
September 11, 2001 AD
New York City, New York, United States of America
The world's largest city was just beginning its day. Despite the war on the west coast, NYC had taken the shortages and other wartime happenings in stride. The huge city had never been as busy as it had the last eight months. The people had banded together, doing whatever they could to help their country. The mightiest symbol of this was the mighty 120-story Global Trade Center, a twin towered structure towering high above the vast city.
Suddenly, air raids sirens blared all over the city, echoing down the vast concrete caverns. Several whitish specks had appeared just over the horizon and where glowing brighter every second.
The populace of New York City immediately shifted gears. People rushed toward the large fallout shelters and tried to get out of the taller building as quickly as possible.
A shrill shriek seemed to split the sky asunder and a powerful gout of flame erupted from the side of the North Tower of the GTC. People around the building screamed as fiery glass rained from the sky, slashing and burning their skin.
More shrill shrieks zipped across the sky, blasting holes out of buildings, collapsing bridges, wiping out whole crowds of people in a single blast. More and more, they came, fiery Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The once-strong Chrysler Building was scorched and blackened, and the metal on the western side was melting away, the skyscraper groaned as another powerful blast shook the structure. The groaning turned to fierce metallic shrieking as the massive building's supports collapsed. The Chrysler Building, some parts still shining brightly in the sunlight, fell like a mighty tree, crushing countless people and buildings under its bulk.
As swiftly as it had begun, the attack ended. New York City was engulfed in flames. Inconceivable damage had been done, and almost no building had escaped injury.
Even as the New Yorkers struggled to pull their wounded out of the rubble, one last blow to the city sounded like a final taunting laugh by the faceless enemy. The North Tower of the Global Trade Center suddenly blasted fire from its lower levels, bringing the massive structure down into itself.
The black dust from the burning city could be seen as far away as Washington DC.
September 25, 2001 AD
Dublin, Eire
Buttercup rustled her black cloak around her, to lower the chances of her detection. She was infiltrating the capital of the Irish Free State to gather intelligence . . . and, of course, to kill any tasty 'targets of opportunity'. She smiled. This was why she had joined the CIA/MI-6 team known as "The Tiger's Teeth".
Normal international laws did not apply to her. She was, in effect, nobody. The government of the United States would disavow any knowledge of her existence should she be captured. Her grin grew wider. Of course, it did come with its bonuses . . .
She jumped out of her hiding place and slashed the throat of an Irish soldier with a large pocketknife. She leaped backwards and jumped over and behind a stone wall as the man collapsed and choked on his own dark red blood.
Buttercup cleaned off the knife on the grass and was about to get up when the dark night sky above suddenly turned to daylight.
She looked around in confusion. Had she fallen asleep? No, she checked the blood on the grass and it was still fresh and moist. Then what -
Her head filled with incredible pain. Her hypersensitive hearing could be toned down to a normal human's but the noise had taken her by surprise. The roar seemed impossible, as though it engulfed the entire country, as though the Earth itself had tired of man's foolishness and let loose a howl of protest, and sound crushed her mind below its overwhelming power, nothing was there, nothing nothing nothing
Nothing but the sound of the fury of God.