Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi: Boomer's Story
Appendix II: Graveyard Shift
Authors Note: Here you are, an extremely short appendix that only serves two purposes: A) to shamelessly preview my next tale in the Bleedverse (I like to call these fanfics the "Bleedman Mythos" cause I think it sounds neat) and B) to tease the people who might be interested in the next fanfic with vague clues for claw at the insides of your mind.
Oh and by the way, none of the "mystery" people are original characters. They are people whose existence has already been established in the Bleedverse. In the actual story, I will try to make it so it is actually possible to figure out who they are, but I don't think you have any chance of deciphering who they are in this preview. You're welcome to try to guess who they are if you want. Speculation is encouraged, just don't expect me to actually tell you if you're right or not. I can't give that away, as it's a big plot point in the next fic.
Well, this is the last Appendix and the last chapter. But, it's not just an ending. It's a new begining. I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it, and I hope you all will enjoy my next fic.
Anyway, enough talk. Enjoy…
Quell before the might of the Dark One, for he shall bring about the End-Times. The Time Stream will be torn asunder and the mortal realm shall shift into a perversion of nature, forming into a new Hell that drives the wills of mortal men into a state of perpetual madness from which there is no hope to escape. The sky shall blacken, land will turn to ash, and the creatures of nightmares shall roam the world of the living. Hope shall disappear slowly from the human mind. The future beyond that is clouded. Salvation is not certain.
-An ancient prophecy
Many years after Blaine's attack…
Amidst the massive graveyard, a man in a black, hooded cloak sat against a large monument at the center of the graveyard. From beneath his dark hood, he looked out over a sea of gravestones, a good chunk of them belonging to people he had known. He tried to resist thinking about them, because the thoughts of times gone by were too painful.
He turned and looked up at the monument he sat against. Upon it were six small, stone figures, although the dark of the night made it difficult to see the detail. However, the man in black didn't need to see the detail, because he knew the people whom the grave belonged to all too well. The memories of them were the most painful of all.
The man in black didn't have a watch, but the man in black had a feeling it was around three in the morning. Most of his associates were asleep back at his base, but the man in black did not desire sleep. The man in black suffered from a rather extreme case of insomnia; he hadn't had a good night's sleep in over twenty-five years. He only slept enough to stay alive and alert, and whenever he did, he was cursed with terrible, frightening nightmares that the man in black feared above all other things. He had been having those nightmares every since that day when his life turned to shambles.
The man in black stood up from the monument, resisting the urge to look back at it. He looked up at the night sky, which was almost completely black, with no stars in sight. The only light came from the moon, which appeared bright red in the sky.
The man walked past the gravestones and out of the black archway that marked the entrance. The man in black did not feel like returning to the base, so he decided to take a walk through the ruins of a city that had once been a small, populous city beyond the outskirts of Megaville. He walked down the asphalt road, which had once always been full of rushing cars; now, the road was barren, and the city practically a ghost town.
He looked around at the ruined, cracked buildings. Upon the brick wall of one dilapidated building were graffiti and newspaper clippings that had begun to fade over time. The man in black had no doubt the newspaper clippings were left by some obsessed, possibly insane man who had suffered through the terrible events twenty-five years ago. Part of the man in black knew he probably shouldn't read them, as it would conjure more painful memories, but he could not help it.
One clipping read "Ten-year-old found dead in Megaville; no suspects." Another read, "Justice League of America's satellite destroyed by mysterious circumstances." A seemingly out of place clipping said, "Alleged spirit of a 'red-hooded child' sighted again in Townsville." Yet another clippings were simply deaths of other high profile people, including Robin, Major Glory, and Professor Membrane.
There was another clipping that said "Scientists detect strange temporal readings around Megaville." Above that was graffiti in green paint, which read, "TIME PARADOX?"
The man in black was about to leave when he saw on poster aside from the newspaper clippings. The poster simply had the words "Where are the Powerpuff Girls?" in big red letters. Beneath his hood, the man in black's eyes were fixated on the poster. After a moment, his eyes glared. He reached out in anger and tore the poster down. After throwing the shreds into the wind, he put his hand against the brick wall, thinking about the past. However, while he was drifting down memory lane, a strange sight in the distance caught his eye.
In the sky, off in the distance, a green portal had opened up. The man in black stood staring at the hole, fixated. As he stood at the hole, he saw something emerge from it. The man in black had to squint hard to see, but after moment he clearly saw that they were two small figures, possibly children. The figures were falling, but at an extremely slow speed, as if some force was guiding them down. For a second, he could make out no other detail besides that, but then he noticed something unique in one of the child's hands. He couldn't be certain he had seen it clearly, but the man in black trusted his eyesight.
Immediately, he put his hand inside his hood, to press on the small communicator inside his ear. Inside his ear, he heard a ringing sound. The man in black hoped the others were awake. After a moment of ringing, the man in black got an answer.
"…ugh…oh, it's you," said the voice on the other line, yawning. "Were you out at the graveyard all night again?"
The man in black did not reply. The voice on the other line was not surprised.
"Did you at least get any sleep tonight?" asked the voice.
The man in black still did not reply.
"Of course not," sighed the voice. "Well, what is it?"
"I just saw something very odd off in the distance," said the man in black.
The voice hesitated for a moment.
"Was it… Red Hood?" said the voice fearfully.
"No, nothing like that. It was something… different."
"Well, out with it."
The man in black told him about the green portal in the sky.
"Hmm…" said the voice. "That sounds like something old Dan mentioned before."
"I thought so too. Also, there's one other thing."
"Yes?"
The man in black wasn't sure if he should tell him, because he was not certain of what he saw himself. However, the man thought it was too important a detail to keep hidden.
"One of the kids… I'm not sure but… I could have sworn I saw one of them was carrying a scythe."
The voice on the other line coughed.
"A scythe? Are you… are you positive?"
"I'm only telling you what I saw," said the man. "I'm going to go check it out. If they're alive, they won't survive out there with the Green Eyes for long."
"Agreed… just… be careful. If these… children are alive and non-hostile, bring them back to Black Eden."
"Alright, I'm going out." The man in black was about to end the transmission, but he could hear the voice struggling to say something. "Yes?"
"Nothing," said the voice, hesitating. "It's just…" The voice didn't want to say it, but he couldn't stop himself. "I miss them."
The man in black remained silent for a moment.
"I know you do… I know," said the man in black before ending the call. With that, he ran down the asphalt towards where the children had landed.
A short distance away…
He was surrounded.
Around him, about a dozen metal abominations formed a circle around him. They looked like metal people who had been twisted and deformed violently by some sadistic creator. They each looked uniquely horrible, but they all shared one quality; they all had glowing green eyes.
He looked down at his feet. His sister lay unconscious against the brown, ashy ground. Her skin was gray and stitched together. She wore a dark purple and black dress. Her bond hair was strewn against the ground and her pink bow was uneven. Her right eye socket was empty and dark.
He looked around as the metal abomination closed in. They muttered incomprehensible phrases and looked at him with wonder.
He looked down at his skeletal hand, which was shaking wildly. He looked at his other hand, which held his scythe.
He was scared to death.
The metal creature moved in closer. Seeing no other alternative, he held onto his scythe with both hands. He wasn't sure he would make it through this one.
I hope this isn't the end, thought Grim Jr.
For good or for ill, it was not the end; it was only the begining.
Coming Soon…
The second tale in the Bleedman Mythos.
Grim Tales: Untimely Death
Bridging the gap between both worlds…