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Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?

Chapter 11

"Why did you let her get away?"

"It wasn't my fault, blame Boomer! He tackled her and then let her go!"

"Hey, she punched me! She broke my nose!"

"You seem fine now,"

"It's still bleeding!" The three Rowdys bickered back and forth as they flew back to the nightclub. They had followed Princess up into the Aboveground, but after tailing her past the community college, Boomer had tackled her. She'd struggled enough to escape their grasps.

"Stop whining, boys." The three landed in front of Boogie, med-monsters swarming around him to stop the bleeding on his shoulder. "Bubbles will be as good as new in the morning. So will Blossom and Buttercup," he said, as Boomer opened his mouth to ask. He quickly snapped it shut with a blush.

"Where'd Him go?" Butch then asked as his brother's surveyed the damage done by Princess. There were no injuries besides Boogie, and the main damage was a scorch mark on the floor and the cragged hole in the ceiling. The monster winced as cleaning alcohol was applied to the hole in his shoulder by one med-monster while another was chanting something. A light green light suddenly encompassed the wound and, before a white bandage was wrapped around it, Butch could see the skin starting to reknit itself.

"With the girls. He took them home so they could heal better," Boogie replied, wincing again as the last of the bandages were tied off. The monster shrugged on his over jacket, ignoring the ruined shirt that laid at his side. He then stood up and nodded to the Rowdys. "You three better get home soon," he said in his drawl. "I suspect that you're going to be tired after chasing that girl down," he finished.

"Right," Brick replied and he nodded in return. Crossing his arms, Butch replied with a 'yea, whatever,' and Boomer gave a small 'okay.' The redhead took off first, quickly followed by his blond and blackette brothers. Boogie gave a small nod to the med-monsters before the two cretins disappeared in puffs of yellow smoke. The monster pimp grabbed his cane and started the slow trek to his stretch limousine.

Brick slammed open the door as soon as he got home to find that Mojo still wasn't anywhere to be found. Granted, the three didn't bother looking too hard, but still! The least that monkey could do is be around when they needed answers.

"Whatever," Butch stated as he started to strip before he even reached the hallway. His shirt and belt were already on the floor by the time he continued. "If monkey face decided to go into hiding, then let him. I'm going to bed," he stated and he disappeared into his room, his door trying to slam shut, but his pants stopped it the last few inches. A sock clad foot kicked the pair of pants into the hallway and the door slammed shut. Brick rolled his eyes at his naked brother's antics, letting Boomer pick up the pair of green boxers from off the lamp next to his room. The redhead gave a nod to his blond brother and headed for his own room, shutting his door with a more neater snap. He heard Boomer enter his own room with a closing door, the lock turning seconds later. The redhead did as his dark haired brother had and stripped down to his boxers. His cap landed on top of the faux disco ball that sat in the corner of his room, and he jumped his bed as if it was his next lay. Draping his wrist over his face, Brick closed his eyes, willing sleep to find him fast.

The next day, a Saturday, no one woke up. The entire household was as silent as the dead, or at least as silent as a household full of teenage boys could be. The next morning, however, saw Mojo being cornered by the Rowdys before he even got out of his room. Brick was the first to speak.

"Why'd you bail, man? Why'd you bail?"

"Watch your language, young man," Mojo snapped. Despite it being a Sunday, and all four of them sleeping in until noon, the monkey was still cranky.

"Dude, chillax," Boomer cut in.

"We were just wondering where the hell you went last night that you couldn't come with us. Especially since you had promised that night to us, and then Him had to take us! What the hell?" Butch continued. Mojo's eye twitched. Brick opened his mouth to keep talking, and that seemed to be the straw that broke the monkey's back.

"Enough! Do you want to know why I was not able to join you last night? I will tell you why I could not join you last night. I was not feeling well, so in the time that it took for you to find your brother, after he had fled to feel sorry for himself, I went to lie down. I ended up falling asleep and woke up this morning just like you three did. Is that a satisfactory answer for you, or do you require a farfetched answer to satisfy your unnatural curiosity?" Butch was impressed. The monkey had said all of that in one breath.

"Yea, yea. Good enough," the blackette then mumbled. Mojo monkeyed his way around the brothers and headed for the kitchen. Brick was the first to follow, followed closely by his brothers.

"Why was Him so buddy buddy with Boogie?" Brick asked as Mojo went through his routine of making his morning coffee. Boomer and Butch picked up that line of thought.

"Yea, is that freak so bad? Not only did Him make us be civil to him, but when we were at the club we found out some interesting information on him. I mean, did you know he adopted those girls? Even a human didn't want them, but he—" Mojo interrupted Butch.

"Of which girls do you speak of?" the monkey asked.

"You know those girls we were talking about earlier? Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup Freyets? Boogie adopted them after the guy that made them threw them out," Boomer replied. Mojo was silent as he let that sink in.

"What's your beef with him, anyway?" Brick continued. The monkey took a deep breath, grabbed his mug of coffee, and went to go sit down.

"Sit. Have breakfast." He looked at the clock. "Or lunch." Butch ended up snatching the pop tart that Boomer was about to eat right out of his hands after sticking a cup of ramen in the microwave. Brick merely leaned up against the wall, his eyes on Mojo Jojo as Boomer punched his dark haired brother in the arm.

"A long time ago, I was a monkey in a lab. I was an assistant to a professor who was experimenting with dangerous ingredients. Professor Utonium decided that he wanted more. It wasn't enough that he had a lab assistant who was willing to do everything for him. It wasn't enough that he was already getting government funding for his projects. He wanted more. He set off to create the perfect human being. What better way to start than to create the perfect little girl?

"I saw his plan for what it really was. He wanted to make his own army to take over the world. He wanted to make sure that he was the only one to have them. He wanted children, who would follow him, and only him. He got it right the first time, but he didn't see the potential until after they were gone." Mojo paused, and Brick caught it.

". . .you said they. Before you only mentioned one girl. What—?"

"He combined sugar, spice, and everything nice. To make them superhuman, he added Chemical X. An explosion resulted from the mixture of ingredients and knocked me out. When I woke up, there were three little girls surrounding me. One was in pink, one was in blue, and one was in green. They introduced themselves as Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup respectively. Utonium dubbed them the PowerPuff Girls.

"They had only been born for a few hours, these little girls of five years old, when Utonium decided they were incomplete. The girls didn't want to fight. They wanted to be the little girls that they were. He wouldn't allow it. The three were barely able to nurse me back to health before they were kicked out of the house. I snuck out after them and made sure they stayed safe. After a while, they had bunkered down in the alleyway that Boogie had found them in. He took them and I went back to Utonium, but when I did, his failure had already affected him. The house was a wreak. The lab was a wreak.

"I got back 'too late', he had said. He took a scalpel to me." Mojo abandoned his coffee mug to shrug off his blue tunic to show the white scars that marred his black fur. "I was stuck in that house for three years after that. My life became a living hell. After a while, I had started to blame Boogie for what Utonium was doing to me. When the mad scientist had left for a convention, I had run and never looked back. I lost track of Boogie when he went underground with the girls, and it had only been a year after leaving that horrid man that I made you three. I knew how he had made the girls, and I was still afraid of him finding me and hurting me again. I needed someone to fend him off. And when you three were made, I knew that I could never let him know about you three. I left with you three and ended up in the same city as Boogie. I kept to the Aboveground, he stuck to the Underground, and I hated him. I still hate him, but it's nothing I can help. You three know the rest," Mojo finished, and just in time. He was suddenly overcome with a bout of coughs that sent him doubling over. Before any of the Rowdys could rush over to help him, he had his cape up to his mouth to cough into it and started to stagger towards his room. He left the three in the kitchen, to wrap their minds around what he just told them.

Butch shook his head, dispelling any and all thoughts from his head. He glanced at the clock and then headed toward the living room and the TV where Hell Hogs was just starting up. Brick dispersed to his room while Boomer dazedly headed outside to sit on the patio, and possibly sleep out there.

Buttercup yawned widely as her eyes fluttered open. She stretched out her limbs just to find her hand hitting a face and her foot hitting a crotch. She didn't know which sister was which, and at the moment, she couldn't care less. It felt like her body was in heaven right now. The aches that were in her shoulder blades from the past few days were gone, and all exhaustion she felt the night before, after waking the first time and then the tiredness she felt from helping Bubbles heal was completely gone. Her mind, however, started to process the dream she knew wasn't a dream. As soon as her cognizant abilities returned to her, she knew she was going to grill Bubbles about Tucker being a ghost. But until then, she'd be happy to laze about in bed. In fact, she would take this opportunity to fall back aslee—."

"Mmm, what time is it?" Blossom muttered sleepily from near her head. Her hand flopped down and hit Buttercup in the face. The blackette grumbled and pushed the hand away while turning over on her side. A noise suddenly came from where Bubbles laid on the bed, something between a high pitched whine and a sigh.

"Shush! Imma sleepy sleep," the blonde mumbled as she shifted as well, using Buttercup's other foot as a pillow as she started to slightly drool.

"EW!" Buttercup's leg violently twitched and she kicked Bubbles in the face, effectively waking her up. The blonde's subsequent shrieks woke their readheaded sister up, and the three knew they wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Blossom was first to move off of the bed to get ready for the day, with Bubbles following soon after, leaving Buttercup to lounge on the bed as she waited for her turn. As the blonde ran a brush through her curls, Blossom leaned in the doorway leading to the bathroom and leveled her sister with a piercing stare, her toothbrush working circuits in her mouth.

"So, what was with that dream?" Blossom sneered in between brush strokes. Bubbles froze and she slowly looked up at her redheaded sister. She nervously laughed.

"Heh heh, what do you mean?" Buttercup then set her gaze on her baby sister, her intent in her eyes.

"Forget the dream, those were just memories. What I want to know is why the hell Tucker was a ghost?" the blackette exploded, rising up off the bed to pass Blossom to do her own duties in the bathroom. The door was kept open.

"Ew, Buttercup! Gross!" Bubbles screeched as she cleaned the brush of her hair and then tossed it to Blossom. Buttercup emerged with her toothbrush in hand and her eyes rolling.

"Details, now," she demanded of the blonde. Bubbles sighed.

"Ask him. In fact, ask all three. You should hear it from them and not a secondhand source." She pushed Buttercup out of the bathroom and shut the door. The blackette and redhead heard the shower start, and Buttercup started swearing.

"Don't you dare take all the hot water!" she screeched, and, to occupy herself, stalked over to their shared wardrobe and wrenched the doors open to find it filled with the same hideous dresses with the black stripe around the midriff. She shrieked again. "I don't believe that woman!"

"What did Sedusa do now?" Blossom stated as she worked through a particularly severe knot at the base of her skull.

"She was in our closet again! And stole all our new clothes that Father got us!" The brush fell out of Blossom's hands.

"She did what?" the redhead asked in a deadly voice. Buttercup ignored her.

"Ugh, I hate her!" she started to bitch, the water in the bathroom shutting off. "Ever since she became Father's bitch, she's stolen all of our tasteful clothes and made us wear the same fucking dresses every single day!" Bubbles appeared out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry.

"What's wrong now?" she asked.

"Sedusa. Wardrobe. Kill her!" Blossom muttered angrily. A knock sounded at their door and their father entered.

"How are you three? You slept for an entire day, you were so exhausted," he stated. Buttercup mumbled and Blossom glowered in the corner. Bubbles stepped up.

"We're feeling fine, but Sedusa went through our closet again. She took the clothes you gave us on Friday and the only things we have now are those dresses that she says we 'look positively adorable in'!" The blonde winced at her own imitation of the woman. Her daddy frowned as he looked at his three girls.

"I'll take care of it," he replied. "I'll have Klarissa bring you new clothes. Feel free to burn those dresses as long as you don't burn down anything else," he stated, and Boogie left the room.

"What day is it today?" Bubbles asked after a while. Buttercup had started painting her nails by then, and answered with only a quick look at her phone.

"Sunday."

"I MISSED MY SHOW?" she shrieked, scandalized. Bubbles, in only her underwear and a tank top, scrambled out of their room to find a room with a TV.

Monday morning found the girls getting on the city bus to get to school and finding the Rowdys already on it. Boomer caught Bubbles' eye and both looked away, blushing, her moving to sit in the seat across the aisle from him. Buttercup saw Butch sitting on the aisle side of her seat. Fuming, she squeezed past him to grab the window seat. Once settled, she brought her feet up onto the seat and leaned against the window. It was only after they started moving that she pushed out with her feet and sent her dark haired counterpart into the aisle.

His chin caught the seat next to him. "Hey!" he protested as he picked himself up. He saw Buttercup winking merrily at him with a toothy grin, her legs stretched out to cover the entire seat. Gaining a devious smile himself, Butch grabbed her by her ankles, picked her feet up and sat down, placing Buttercup's feet on his lap. The most she did in retaliation was glare at him, but did nothing else. She put her iPod's earbuds into her ears and tuned out the world as Butch did the same, him lightly drumming a beat out on her shins.

Blossom rolled her eyes at her siblings' behavior and sat down next to Brick, whose seat was in front of Butch's but behind Boomer's. The two merely glanced at each other before zoning out in their own worlds.

The hour long bus ride saw to it that the eldest of both sets of siblings fell asleep on each other, Blossom snuggled in on Brick's shoulder as he laid with his back against the window. Buttercup and Butch still had their music in, only switch headphones and iPods halfway through to find music to steal from each other. Boomer and Bubbles were still in their separate seats, Bubbles having pulled a magazine out of her bag that she hadn't even read and instead, sneaked looks at Boomer, and Boomer, who had stared out the window for the past sixty minutes, his elbow on the window, his chin in his hand, also sneaked looks at Bubbles out of the corner of his eyes. Their separation from each other hadn't changed, either. The bus stopped, and the six nearly tripped over themselves in the attempt to get to their respective spots.

The boys secluded themselves under their normal tree—the six had caught the early bus—and the girls headed up towards the school. Buttercup immediately found Danny, Sam, and Tucker. The fifth member in their group, the one dubbed 'Cartman,' had a dentist appointment getting his wisdom teeth pulled. It was safe to say he would be gone for the entire week. Bubbles went to join her friends, Sarah, Christine, and Luna in the corner near the Arts Center. The student teacher for their Show Choir class, Deedee (they were told to pretend she didn't have a last name), was showing them a new dance routine she had made the night previous. Blossom joined her fellow academic friends, Dexter, whom she had dated briefly in Junior year, Dib, who was planning on majoring in astronomy with a minor in paranormal sciences when he goes to college, and Hermione, who excelled in every subject imaginable.

Buttercup, the ever impulsive one, quickly extricated Sam from the boys, her reason of a, "it's a female talk" getting Danny and Tucker to go ahead to Chemistry class to save them all seats. When they were a generous distance away, Buttercup grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her off to the side.

"Are you a ghost too? Like Danny and Tucker?" she demanded in a hushed voice. Sam's reaction was all that Buttercup needed. With a gasp and the widening of her eyes, it took a moment or two for Sam to respond verbally.

"How do you know that Tucker's a ghost?" the rich girl asked in a conspiratorial whisper. Buttercup leaned closer.

"Answer my question and I'll answer yours," came Buttercup's reply. Without missing a beat, Sam responded simply.

"Yes."

"Me and my sisters have superpowers that we use under the direction of our father to curtail underground activities against him, the Underground, and the Aboveground. One of these abilities is to share memories in the form of dreams. Tucker ended up telling Bubbles, because they were both sent after the same guy and he saved her from him. But to do so, he had to transform," the Powerpuff explained. Sam nodded.

"Makes sense," she stated, and the bell rang. "We'll finish this conversation later, with the boys," Sam said as the other girl nodded in agreement. They both went to Chemistry, where they were forced to learn about different dyes made by naturally grown plants in nature. Their homework? To find and identify three plants that fabric dye was made out of in the past. Sam was practically bouncing in her seat.

Hours later, in the last class of the day during afternoon announcements, a voice familiar to the six came on to the loudspeaker with a special bulletin.

"And don't forget the pep rally at three o'clock after school, in the large gymnasium, as this week is the kick off of Fullviewville High's Homecoming Week! Come cheer on the Fighting Roosters in their victory against Citysville's Eborton High Basilisks! Let's demolish them, all in school spirit!"

The voice was so familiar, Buttercup seemed to be getting a migraine when thinking about it. Quickly shaking it off, she tossed a paper ball at Danny's head and watched as he let it phaze right through him to hit his desk. He turned around and gave her a bemused smile, coupled with a roll of his eyes. When the teacher wasn't looking, he quickly motioned to the empty seat next to him and, in a flash of green light, Buttercup was sitting next to him.

"I don't like the sound of this pep rally. It's unnatural." She frowned in contemplation, then continued. I know I'm going to have to go, though. Bubbles has to be there, and Blossom will want to hang with her friends."

"Well, what about hanging with us?" Danny asked. Buttercup smiled sheepishly at him.

"I actually didn't think about that," she admitted. He leveled her with a look, then lowered his voice when he saw the teacher glance over at them.

"Well, me, Sam, and Tucker will hang with you at the gym until your sisters are done socializing," he stated. Buttercup suddenly grew a devious smile.

"Yes, we will hang out," she practically purred. Danny suddenly got shifty eyed as Buttercup settled into her stolen seat, a grin on her face like she was the cat that ate the canary.

"Do I even want to know?" he gulped, and she merely kept the grin on her face.

"I just have a question for you guys, later." For the rest of the lesson, Buttercup sat at her desk, practically purring at her ingenuity.

The pep rally came soon enough and nearly the entire school turned up to cheer on the Roosters, or the 'Fighting Cocks', as Buttercup called them.

She, Danny, Sam, and Tucker were huddled in the corner watching as Bubbles and the other cheerleaders sprang about the room in complex maneuvers that had won them the first place trophy at the state championships. Buttercup turned back to the story Tucker was telling and feigned interest.

"And so he said, "Oscar Mayer? That's baloney!" he waited for the laughs that never came.

"That's it?" Buttercup asked as she raised an eyebrow. Tucker shrugged in response.

"Whatever, dudes," he replied.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask you guys about something that I already asked Sam about," she told the boys. Both nodded as Sam's eyes widened. "Why were you hiding the fact from me that Sam and Tucker are ghosts?" The African American boy rounded on the blackette.

"Bubbles told you?"

"You told Bubbles?" Danny responded. Tucker floundered for a bit, searching for an acceptable answer when Buttercup spoke for him.

"Me and my sisters have supernatural powers that allows us to fly, fight, and even survive being thrown into a brick wall. One of our powers is to heal by contact, but a side effect is that it will drain our energy to share it. During this process, we sometimes share memories in the form of dreams. The past few hours of Friday night came to me and Blossom in a dream, and we found out that Tucker was sent on the same mission that Bubbles was. He, being the gentleman, let her try to finish it on her own, but he was too tough for her. Tucker came to her rescue and helped her get home." Danny was silent as he regarded his friends. Then he sighed.

"Why is it that I'm always the last to know?" he complained. The other three laughed. A sudden cheer came up from the stands as Bubbles landed a particularly tough maneuver. Buttercup turned to watch as Bubbles landed another challenging leap.

She had landed it and she and the cheerleaders just started one of their newest routines when a familiar face decided to crash through the ceiling of the gymnasium.

"Hello, you worthless boys and girls!" Princess Morebucks, in her gold outfit and rocket fitted boots, trilled out to the roaring crowds below her. "I'm calling out the Rowdyruff Boys and the Freyet sisters! If you don't want to come out, here's some incentive for you!" She threw something to the gymnasium floor, making the cheerleaders scatter. It was wrapped in a white cape, and rolled a few feet before the cape fell off to reveal a green monkey in a purple tunic.

It was Mojo Jojo, and he was dead.

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