Hello everyone, here's chapter 3 coming at you, don't worry the real action will start soon, but now time for a bit more pointless rambling before we get to fight scenes. And this chapter will mainly be written from the point of view of different characters. Jut for the heck of things, and to test if I know my characters and the others as well as I think I do. Once again, I don't own powerpuff girls or PPGD.
Chapter 3: Thoughts
Burn's POV
I stared out the window of the car at the passing landscape, it was really dark so I couldn't see much, but I probably wouldn't have known what the half the things out there were any way. Not that I would have cared, at least not now, I'm too consumed by my own thoughts.
Nee-Chan is beside me in the driver's seat, driving the car. Before we left new York I used my illusion projection powers to make a semi-solid disguise that makes her look older, about 18 to 20 years old, or at least what I think she'll look like when she's that age.
She thinks I'm asleep right now, I'm far from it. I mean… HOW CAN I SLEEP? Just 24 hours ago I woke up after sleeping for a MONTH in a stasis tube, I can tell you, I've got energy to spare! But maybe the real reason I cant sleep is because of last night, before we left the city….
FLASHBACK
Nee-Chan and I rode through New-York in the car we, as she put it, BORROWED. Even though the clock on the radio says its 9:30, it looks like daytime outside due to all the city lights, and I just woke up so I'm wide awake.
We stop at a red light and Nee-Chan looks over a road map she found in a glove box. I think the people here must be blind or something not to notice a young girl like Nee-Chan driving a car through the city streets. This car smells funny.
Nee-Chan takes the next right after the light turns green again, now we're driving by the ocean, all the lights from the buildings and the moon and stars making it sparkle. It's so pretty and I cant take my eyes off it, until I spot something else, something I've only seen in one of the few books we were allowed to read during training.
" Nee-Chan! LOOK! it's the Statue of Liberty!" I squealed leaning out the window slightly, pointing at the gigantic statue in the middle of the harbor.
" Wow, it looks even cooler than it did in the books," Nee-Chan says behind me, I'm to mesmerized to turn to her.
"So cool, I wish I could go all the way to the top, I want to see what the world looks like from up there." I said.
I knew Nee-Chan was smiling that warm, reassuring smile of hers, " Maybe we can come back someday then."
I just smiled and kept staring and that's when I felt it, a familiar presence. You see, me and my sisters have the ability to tell when were near each other, its an odd psychological connection that we keep a secret from most people (like Brisbane). And at that moment I felt Bow's presence, it was distant and faint, but it was there. I knew it wasn't Nee-Chan, cause this…. I guess you could call it an energy signal, was calmer, softer and more…. Innocent. Whatever the point was it was definitely Bow's, and it made me freeze up, my wide eyed, amazed expression was replaced by one of curiosity and fear. And I guess Nee-Chan sensed my sudden change in attitude,
"Something wrong?" Nee-Chan asks me.
I shake my head, and decide I just haven't completely woken up yet, I reply, "It's Nothing Nee-Chan."
And then, as soon as it had come, the feeling was gone, and I felt a panic alarm go off in my brain, were we leaving Bow at the mercy of that madman?
FLASHBACK END
I lean back in the seat, my eyes locked on the passing streetlights, I'm suddenly very tired, I guess it could be because I used a lot of energy to make Nee-Chan's disguise. I slowly slipped away, away to a blissful dream of a black haired boy, a feeling of safety, a pool of water surrounded by a grassy field, and a thousand beautiful, glowing lights dancing around me.
Blast's POV
I look over at Burn, she's sleeping like the little angel she is, she always looks admittedly cute when she's sleeping. When she's asleep she looks so innocent and vulnerable that its hard to believe that when she's awake, the slightest thing could turn her from a sweet, slightly air headed girl into…. well…
Lets just put it this way: she's mount Vesuvius and whoever made her mad is an unfortunate citizen of Pompeii. (I learned about that from some of Bow's notes, she probably learned about it from the internet)
I smile, Burn is certainly quite a character, no one would ever guess we we're twins. I mean were as different as the sun and the moon. Getting to the other side of the country isn't going to be easy, but I make myself this vow: I WILL PROTECT BURN. Brisbane has already taken Bow from me, I wont let him take Burn too. It's my duty as team leader and the eldest sister to protect her, and I dang well will!
Brick's POV
Its 2:30 in the morning, and I'm still wide awake, the shocking events of the day still fresh in my mind.
As usual I was the only one who kept some extent of my cool in this sort of situation. Not only had Butch fainted, he also had a major spaz-attack after he woke up, then Buttercup knocked him out. Boomer hasn't said a word since he found out, apparently stunned completely speechless.
Me? I was just plain freaked.
Little sisters…. My mind still couldn't completely wrap around it. I had little sisters, that I had never known about. And Brisbane had imprisoned them from what I understand he never even really let them go outside because we betrayed him and gave him one heck of a butt whooping with the help of the puffs. And now they'd escaped, destroyed the lab where they'd been held hostage all their lives, and were running to the only place they could think of: here.
Weasel had left shortly after he gave us the shocking news, he apparently was renting a house nearby incase we had any questions, leaving a large manila envelope and a CD case, saying they contained information on our sisters.
The Rowdyruff Girls….
I shake my head furiously and get out of bed, careful not to wake the boys, though how they can sleep I have no idea. I walked over to the desk where I usually do my homework, the envelope and CD case are there, I turned on the lamp and picked up the envelope. I took a deep breath and opened it, inside is a pack of papers, I slowly pull them out, they're paper-clipped together, with " PROJECT: RRG" printed across the front. I remove the cover and the front page, basically a summery of the project, and toss them over my shoulder, the paper beneath them is a divider that's labeled "SUBJECTS". realizing that almost certainly meant " info-on-my-new-siblings" I tear the page away almost violently. Beneath that was a profile/stat-sheet and my eyes were immediately drawn to the picture on it.
My eyes locked on the girl in the picture, and I stared as if I was hypnotized. She had long hair the color of blood, it was red enough to make the majority of my clothes look pale, and I owned more or less every shade of red in existence. Her hair rolled down her back to her waist in a bunch of wavy tendrils, sharp bangs framing her face. She had violet eyes that glistened with an evil little glint to them. Her skin was scarily pale, a kind of….. moon-like complexion to tell you the truth. She was wearing a suit that somewhat resembled what Brisbane made me and the boys wear, except a pair of shorts in place of long pants, boots that came up to below her knee's instead of simple running shoes, and her armbands were purple. She had obviously tried to piss off the camera man, since she was using her finger to pull one of her eyelids down gently and she was sticking out her tongue.
I giggled slightly at the picture, then went on to read the profile it looked like this:
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PROFILE: PROJECT BLAST
Full name: Blast Marina Rowdyruff
Physical age: 9
X-color/eye color: violet
Team position: leader
Special powers: electrical abilities, evaporation, energy claws.
Notable attributes/ achievements: exemplary leadership skills and un-matchable strength. Has lead team through several endurance tests without fail.
Personality summary: Blast is brash and arrogant. She seems to take great pleasure in disturbing the researchers with petty childish antics and tricks. Her interfering behavior borders on insubordination. She despises skirts, dresses and generally anything feminine. In battle she tends to be cocky and a bit high on her ego, though she does seem to have the power to back up her gloating. Though we fear that her vanity could get in the way of her leadership. She is truly a force to be feared and we all try out hardest not to provoke her.
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I had to restrain myself from laughing because anyone could see that these guys had basically just said this for her personality:
She's a slightly overconfident little tomboy jerk who annoys us halfway to hell and back, but her bite is even worse than her bark so we try not to piss her off.
I snicker at my own thoughts, and I suddenly feel happier that I'll get to meet her, something tells me we'll get along just fine.
I'm about to turn to the next page when I hear what sounds like inaudible whispering behind me, I instantly know what's going on.
" Guys if your so freaking interested then stop pretending to be asleep and get over here."
The boys give up on their poor attempt at eavesdropping an slowly walked up behind me.
"What-cha doing?" Boomer asked in a slightly sing-song voice
"HE SPEAKS!" Butch joked.
Boomer scowled, " Thank you for stating the obvious sir Faints-a lot."
They glared at each other until I burst out laughing, even at 3 in the morning those 2 could always find a way to get on each other's nerves.
" I was just looking at some of these papers Weasel left, figure if they're coming I might as well learn all I can about them." I carefully unclipped Blast's profile and handed it to Boomer. While he and Butch looked over it with eager eyes I moved on to the next profile.
The picture attached to this one depicted a girl that looked like Blast's polar opposite. Her hair was pure white with a silvery twinge to it and fell strait to her waist in a neat cape. Her eyes were a bright shade of magenta and were innocently staring at something above her, obviously not noticing the camera. Her skin was colored with a golden tan, sunny and warm. I slowly Ran my eyes over her profile.
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PROFILE: POJECT BURN
Full name: Burn Corina Rowdyruff
Physical age: 9 is Blast's fraternal twin
X-color/ Eye color: Magenta
Team position: second in command
Special powers: Pyrokinetics, illusion projection
Notable attributes/ Achievements: acts as peacemaker of the group, once completed an entire high level SIM battle on her own, Blindfolded (on a dare from Blast.
Personality: Burn possesses an odd split personality. Normally, she is rather quite and absentminded, she will often just sit somewhere and stare off into space for hours on end. However she is also extremely sensitive, the tiniest annoyance can set her off, and turn her into an aggressive girl with the power of a raging volcano. The only ones who can calm her in that state are her sisters. She is not to be trifeled with.
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"She did a high level SIM battle by herself BLINDFOLDED? And on a DARE?!" Boomer exclaimed after reading over my shoulder. Butch let out an impressed whistle.
"Looks like shes one tough cookie," I said, hoping I never made this chick mad.
"What does Pyro-Connect-i-cut mean?" Butch asked, me and Boomer gave him a "what the hell" look, and I read over the profile again and found the word.
"That's PYROKINETICS you idiot!" I stated. He only shot back another moronic remark
"Oooooooh… what's that mean?"
I slapped my face, am I really RELATED to this moron?
"It means she has fire powers stupid. As in her name isn't BURN for nothing."
With Butch glaring at me for rubbing his stupidity in his face, I unclipped Burn's profile and looked at the next page, the picture on this one shocked and puzzled me slightly.
The girl in this photo was at least a foot shorter than the other 2, and a short skirt replaced the shorts on her uniform. Her was brown and even longer than the other 2, it fell strait to her knees, but part of it was kept in a semi-ponitail on top of her head, heald in place by a Turcoise colored hairbow that matched her serious eyes. Her eyes were aimed strait at the camera, and her expression made it look like she couldn't be more bored in her entire life. I slowly began to read the profile
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PROFILE: PROJECT BOW
Full name: Bow Alyssa Rowdyruff
Pysical age: 3
X-color/ Eye color: Turcoise
Team position: stratigist
Special powers: Mind reading through touch, Shape shifting (note: POWER UNSTABLE)
Notable attibutes/achievments: has an IQ beyond any conceived in modern times, has managed to overcome any obsticale despite tecically being the weakest member of the team .
Personality: Bow is in a word Astounding. When she was created, something stoped her body from maturing to the same age as that of her sisters, but he mid developed well beyond our expectations. Her IQ is off the charts, she has often outwitted more than a few of the research staff. No matter what obstacle or enemy is sent against her in battle, she will immediately formulate a plan to escape or destroy it. She is often sarcastic and commanding around her sisters, though she has showed the rare burst of affection twards them.
( note: Location unkown)
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" Location unknown, what the hell does that mean?" Boomer questioned.
"And what the crap does 'POWER UNSTABLE' mean?" Butch added.
" You expect me to know?" I snapped earning looks that clearly said 'well you're the smart one' I pinched the brige of my nose and said, " Look, we'll go talk to weael about all that stuff tomorrow ok? Maybe we should all try to get some sleep, and think about this." I turned off the light and went back to bed, soon the guys joined me and were peacefully asleep, and before I joined them in dreamland, I found myself looking out the window and worrying about the 2 that were traveling to us right now, and I gently whispered, " Get here safe." and then sleep claimed me.
A/n: FINNALLY DONE, if you think I should stop writing in the character povs just say so and ill go back to the normal way, please review now.