'Blossom...? she heard a hesitant Bubbles as she froze on the stairway. 'Is that what I think it is? Are you hearing it, too?

The redhead regained her composture and flew to the phone downstairs, just in time to answer it.

'Hello?'

She heard a racket on the other line, then Blossom made out the mayor's familiar voice, although it was considerably aged out.

'Girls, this is the Mayor. The police called me, someone is holding hostages in a club downtown, and they're asking for you.'

The redhead took a while to process. Is Mojo back after all this time?

'Girls?' the voice inquired, slightly trembling.

'We're on it. Where is the club?' Blossom answered with a newfound determination in her eyes.

'10, Sunrise Boulevard, club Maharaja. Take care, girls! We'll send more backup!'

Bubbles was crouched on the sofa, clutching her knees, wide eyed and expectant.

'We need to go.' Blossom said as-a-matter-of-factly, heading towards the door. 'Where's Buttercup?'

'Wait, what happened?' the Blonde followed her, scratching her head in confusion.

'Someone's holding hostages in club Maharaja and they're asking for us. It's a trap for sure, but we can't not go.'

'But it's been so long...'

'Yeah, I know.' Blossom said rubbing her eyes.

'Call Buttercup and tell her to meet us there. We should get going now.'

Suddenly her petty dramas didn't matter anymore and she strangely felt a flicker of excitement. Blossom dismissed it as nerves, why would she get excited? People are in danger, kept as bait to get to them. She put on her shoes, gave Bubbles an assuring nod and they flew off together like in the old days.

'Buttercup's not answering.' Bubbles yelled as the aer whooshed around them.

'It's just the two of us then. We have to hurry.'

Soon they were in front of club Maharaja, it was a huge building, kind of grotesque in its architecture, and the music was booming from the inside. Some sort of repetitive harsh electronic music, as the girls could tell. The police was surrounding it, and she went to the nearest officer.

'We're the Powerpuff girls, what's the situation, officer?'

The officer seemed bewildered, but when he heard the name he called for the others to join.

'Yes, there's a man inside looking for 'Blossom Utonium' of the Powerpuff Girls. He said that if anyone else comes in he will kill everyone inside. There are many people inside.'

Blossom looked puzzled, this wasn't what she expected.

'Just one man? He said he would kill everyone?...And you believed him?' she raised an eyebrow at the group of policemen.

'We-we heard what he can do, miss. He let some people go and they told us he trashed the place, he's got superpowers just like you, apparently.'

The girls backed off in disbelief, who could it be?

'Did he say who he is? What did he look like? What did the people see? Blossom asked in one breath.

One of the policemen came forth.

'From what we could gather from the witnesses, miss, he is young, about 6'3", slim built, redheaded, long haired. Some of the people that were close to him said that he had blood red eyes. He didn't give a name.'

Distant memories flashed before Blossom's eyes. Memories of being bested, beaten to a pulp by a boy who looked like her reflection.

'Is it...the red Rowdyruff? Bubbles looked hesitantly towards her sister.

'It might be. It could be. Brick'The name rolled off her tongue, but she was surprised she even remembered it. It had been so long, why now?

She would do this. Blossom stepped towards the club's doors, her brows furrowed in determination.

'Blossom, what are you doing? Don't go!' Bubbles grabbed her hand.

'I have to. I owe it to the people inside. I'll send everyone out as soon as I face him. Get ready.'

The policemen gathered behind her.

' We'll be waiting, miss Utonium.'

Blossom opened the club's doors and the smell of fear, sweat and burned plastic overcame her. She could feel her heart racing as she approached the dancefloor.

Many people were hunched over, some crying, some covering their ears. Music boomed, the floor trembling from the strenght of the bass. Big craters were releasing fumes from the floor, she recognised them as the ones that her laser vision could produce. At the DJ table, in the middle of the dancefloor, a young man stood. As soon as he spotted her, he grabbed a nearby person by the throat and smirked at her.

He was tall and slim, dressed casually in jeans and a tshirt and his hair was almost as long as hers, caught in a simple ponytail on his back. As she approached him, his grin grew larger.

'Long time no see, Blossom.'