Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi: Boomer's Story

Chapter Three: "I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You"

"Good morning, sunshine" said Brisbaine sarcastically. "I think its time we begun the operation."

"What the hell is this? What have you done? Where are we?" said Boomer, terrified.

Brisbaine frowned.

"You know, I think I liked you better when you didn't talk to me. Pity, that tranquilizer was supposed to knock you out for at least two hours. I guess now I have to prepare anesthesia." said Brisbaine.

"I said tell me!" shouted Boomer.

Brisbaine waved the scalpel in the air, extremely close to Boomer's eye. He pointed it at him.

"You're not in a position to demand anything" he said coldly. "I suggest you shut your insubordinate mouth."

Boomer glared and focused on his hand, trying to charge energy in it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" said Brisbaine.

Boomer did not listen. He continued to charge, when suddenly he felt pain shoot through his arm and spreading to his entire body. He felt as if someone had pumped gasoline into his veins and then lit a match inside him. Then he realized that wasn't a sufficient enough analogy to describe the pain he was feeling. Boomer cried out, his tears beginning to run out.

"&#! DAMMIT!" he yelled out.

"Serves you right for not listening" He moved his face close to Boomer's. "Those restraints are hooked up to electrical currents, charged with enough volts to take knock a bull elephant unconscious. Of course, you and your brothers have enhanced constitutions, but I still imagined that hurt quite a bit, didn't it?"

Boomer did not give Brisbaine the satisfaction of knowing he was in extreme pain. Instead, he tried to think of a way out.

"Oh, and don't bother trying to use your eye lasers either. The entire inside of this truck is coated with a special metal alloy which would reflect your beams. And since your head can only face upward, any attempt to use that would make you blind."

Brisbaine put on his gloves. The expression on Boomer's face was that of pure fear.

"You…you can't do this" whimpered Boomer.

"And why not? I only wish to correct an error. To make you what you should be."

"What I should be?"

"You are supposed to be Boomer."

"You're crazy. I am Boomer. Who else would I be?"

Brisbaine smirked.

"Heh, for someone Weasel thought would become so intelligent, you really are an idiot."

Boomer looked puzzled. "What do you-"

"Think about it. You are not Boomer. You never were Boomer"

"I don't understand."

Brisbaine picked up an instrument that looked like a miniature cordless drill.

"Of course you don't. You're a child."

Brisbaine loomed over Boomer. He grabbed a small tank and began to fasten the hose end of an oxygen mask to it.

"Your so-called revival was the result of us constructing new organic material from your DNA."

"Yeah? What of it?"

Brisbaine turned a knob on the tank.

"You're a clone. Your body was destroyed."

"And now I have a new one. What does this have to do with-"

"You really are ignorant. You think that just because you got a new body, your soul just magically appeared back into it? Only a child could think of something so foolish."

Boomer's eyes began to widen. Brisbaine continued to talk.

"DNA doesn't carry memory, child. Your mind, your memories, are all manufactured. You only remember what we want you to remember. You only think how we want you to think."

"You're…you're…" Boomer stammered. "You're lying! I am who I am! That's the way it always has been."

"Always been? Every memory you have of before your revival was only taken from data we had of the attack. There is no 'always been.' We only wanted you to remember it so you could feel the hatred you had of your murder."

"Shut…shut up!" said Boomer, being engulfed in denial. "I don't have any hatred! It wasn't a murder!"

"And you alone feel that way. Your brothers still feel the hatred in them. It's what drives them. It makes them stronger. Like I said, you are nothing but an anomaly. You were supposed to be a weapon capable of doing what we needed you to do. But with that hatred replaced with your needlessly complex emotions, you are nothing but spoiled goods."

"My…my memories…they aren't real?"

"They're real. It's your feelings that aren't real. Face facts, child. You're not Boomer. You are not even a human being. You are nothing but a weapon. No, I'm giving you too much credit. You are nothing but wasted resources. Pure utter garbage. But this operation will change all that."

Boomer said nothing. He didn't know what to say.

My feelings…they're not real? he thought. All these feelings I have…are they really just the result of a miscalculation? My feelings for Bubbles…are they a lie? Is every feeling I have a lie? How can I go on if…if all these feelings I have are just because of some scientific mistake?

Brisbaine got the mask and placed it over Boomer's mouth and nose. He felt gas pour through the mask.

"I bet you don't feel so bad about the operation now. You'll become what you should have been. You'll have a purpose. You'll be happy. And you'll be helping us all."

Boomer didn't know what to do anymore. If he did manage to escape, what was the point? His existence was a lie. Boomer didn't even know who he was anymore. He wasn't even sure if he should even call himself Boomer.

Maybe…its for the best thought Boomer to himself. My brothers would probably like me better this way. Nobody likes me the way I am now. Maybe…I should just let it come.

He began to breath in slowly. His eyes began to get heavy again, and he knew soon he would be asleep.

Reality began to twist. Boomer was at that strange state at the beginning of sleep where reality and dreams become interchangeable. Neither one, nor the other. One minute he was one the table, the other he was floating in a great expanse of nothingness.

"Are you just going to let this happen?" a deep voice called out from the darkness.

"Why not?" Boomer said.

"You're just going to roll over for this bastard?"

"Why not? I'm not anything now. What's the point? What's the point of any of this?"

"How soon we forget our ambition." said the voice.

He felt himself slipping into the point of return, when he looked up, and he could swear he saw Bubbles looking back down at him. She smiled a smile that emitted the light of the angels.

Boomer's eyes popped open. Brisbaine was looking down above him, his drill whirling only a few centimeters from his head, suddenly shocked at Boomer's awakening.

NO! I CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN! he thought. For that brief moment, Boomer's concern about his own mind, his feelings, everything melted away. There was not thought, no reason to his determination. Boomer only knew that if he let this happen, he wouldn't be himself, and he wouldn't be the same person she saw. This was enough to burn him with determination.

Boomer began to force his arms upward, even though they were in restraints. He kept pushing and pushing.

"That won't do you any good!" said Brisbaine, his voice showing surprise.

Pain jolted through his veins. Boomer began to feel tears in his face, but he didn't stop pushing. He was in more pain than he had been in his life, but he didn't care. His body was now out of his minds control; it felt as if it was moving on adrenaline alone. His skin felt like it was about to boil. He yelled out.

His right hand broke the restraint off the table while it was still attached to his wrist. Wires dangled from it as he lifted his hand up to swat Brisbaine away from him. He reached up and tore the restraints from his neck and left arm. Then he broke his legs free.

Boomer wasted no time. He got up, took flight, and burst from the roof of the truck. He sped off into the night, having no idea where he was headed; his reason, his thinking was completely clouded by fear, confusion, and shock, not to mention the terrible pain he was in. He rushed off, traveling as fast as possible while he was still in pain.

Brisbaine touched the large bruise that was forming on the side of his face.

Foolish boy...it doesn't matter whether you run anymore or not, I will still turn this to my advantage. I'm never caught unprepared. Nothing stops John Brisbaine, he thought.

Brisbaine went to the front of his truck and retrieved his laptop. He turned on the webcam and contacted Weasel back in Nevada.

The red, furry weasel humanoid popped on screen. "Brisbaine, what is it? Have you seen something wrong with the boys?"

"It's just as a feared from the beginning" said Brisbaine, hiding his emotion. "The Third Child of Project Rowdy, Boomer, has gone rouge. "

On the computer screen, Weasel looked shocked.

"Are you serious? That can't be."

Brisbaine turned his head and pointed to the bruise on his cheek.

"Look at the number he did to my face. I merely wanted to talk to him about his performance, and he just snapped. I've told you all along that boy was susceptible to treason."

"This can't be right. Did you do anything to agitate him?"

Brisbaine suppressed his urge to smile.

"Agitate him? Why would I agitate one of the main aspects of the project I am the Chief Director of?"

Weasel glared. "You've had a history of strange behavior…"

"Why would such a boy even be threatened by me? How could I, a normal person, 'agitate' a super-human like Boomer? Hold him down and try to slice his head open?" he said, sarcastically.

Weasel paused. Brisbaine continued.

"You know what has to be done. I need you to enter your half of the code."

Weasel didn't say anything for a moment.

"Maybe there's some other way. Maybe if we just found him and-" said Weasel, before he was cut off.

"He assaulted me. Assaulting a government employee is a federal offense. Then he went AWOL. The time for reason is gone. I need you to input your half of the code."

Weasel still did not respond.

"I'm giving you a direct order. Unless you wanted to be demoted once again, I suggest you comply."

Weasel glared.

"God damn you, Brisbaine" he said. Weasel typed something into his computer. "There. Once you enter your code, that…thing will be unleashed. I sincerely hope you rot in hell for this."

"Have a nice day, Weasel" said Brisbaine, ending the transmission.

Brisbaine opened a file on his desktop labeled PROJECT ROWDY- EMERGENCY BACKUPS. He opened it up. It displayed pictures of all three of the Rowdyruff Boys. Over Boomer's picture, the words "WARNING: BACKUP EXTREAMLY UNSTABLE! DUEL VERFICATION REQUIRED!" Brisbaine double-clicked on Boomer's picture.

The screen displayed the words "FIRST PASSCODE SEQUENCE ENTERED. CONFIRM SECOND PASSCODE SEQUENCE TO INITIATE EMERGENCY BACKUP." Brisbaine typed in the passcode "CHEMICALX4815162342." The message "BACKUP INITIATED. HAVE A NICE DAY."

Brisbaine closed he laptop and proceeded to the back of the truck once more. As he walked in, a false wall flipped around to reveal a tube filled with water. Inside was a small boy, naked.

The boy looked exactly like Boomer.

It opened its eyes.

"Boomer-2, arise" said Brisbaine. "Arise and prepare yourself. Your first mission will be to destroy your undeserving brother."