The Powerpunk Girls
Episode 2: No More Monkey Business
By Deus Ex Procella
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpunk Girls or any established characters and concepts.
The City of Vile Town sat in the cold dead of night. The daily razing and mischief of the Powerpunk Girls had finally come to a close. Tentatively, the frightened residents slept, waiting for whatever calamity tomorrow might bring.
The streets were dark, the few still working street lamps were out. Glass littered the streets. A geyser rose up from where the day's destruction had taken out a fire hydrant. Breaking the stillness of it all, a set of footsteps cautiously slipped through the debris. The short figure glanced around nervously, slipping into the Vile Town Research Facility.
"It should be here somewhere...the last component..." The figure slipped by the busted security system and through the tattered sliding doors. The figure paused, watching the wildly sweeping guard beams. The earlier attack had completely busted the lab's defenses. The figure pressed against the wall, slowly but surely making his way to the other side. There he stood before a door marked "Top Secret". The figure sighed, busting through with a wince.
"I'll make it up to them...this is a necessary evil..." The figure carefully closed the door and approached the cabinet. Opening it, he found what he'd been searching for. It was somewhat diluted, not as powerful as the real deal...but it would work nicely enough. Chemical X.
XxXxX
The City of Vile Town was under attack by high noon the next day. The Powerpunk Girls decided to skip their lessons and proceeded to play a game of Heat Ray Tag. Berserk was currently it, grumbling while she flew through town, throwing everything out of her path. People, cats, dogs, even vehicles were knocked aside carelessly.
"Where are they..." Berserk muttered, tapping her lip. She smirked and closed her eyes, listening carefully. As expected, there was a lot of excess noise, but soon she was able to home in on a soft titter. She grinned viciously and shot through several buildings, coming to a stop in a clothing store. She crossed her arms and looked around, listening closely again. She heard the giggling coming from a dressing room and rolled her eyes.
"How typical..." Berserk marched up to the dressing room door, her eyes glowing bright pink. She fired through the door, taking out the back wall and the street behind the store. Brat flew out from the smoke, laughing.
"Ha! You missed, loser!" Berserk growled and spun around, firing her heat rays at Brat over and over again. Brat kept dodging, zipping around customers and clothing racks. The people ducked and screamed, dodging Berserk's unrestrained laser volley. Anything inanimate fell to the ground in a smelted pile.
"Stop running away fraidy cat!" Berserk took off after Brat. Brat glanced back, her grin fading when she saw Berserk gaining on her. She growled and spun around, firing her heat rays back at her sister. Berserk dodged and returned fire. The two flew through the streets in a dazzling, dangerous pattern. Nearby, Brute ate a hotdog, watching with a chuckle.
"Idiots," Brute started to take a bite of her hotdog when a pair of heat rays rammed into her chest and sent her backward through the hotdog stand. Brute wiped mustard and ketchup off her face while glaring at the smug auburn punk.
"Ha! You're it now!" Berserk laughed and took off into the air, leaving Brute in a tangled mess. Brute's cheeks got red, but she stood up and closed her eyes, counting out loud.
"One, two, three...whatever, I'm gonna pound her!" Brute took off in the direction Berserk had flown. A bullet whizzed by her head, stopping her in her tracks. She turned on the perpetrator with a snarl.
"Who did that?" A group of three police officers traded a nervous glance, the one who had fired slowly lowering his weapon.
"Uh...th-that was...that was me..." The clean-shaved, lanky and red-haired officer muttered with a sheepish laugh. Brute's eyes narrowed. The green punk grit her teeth as she advanced on them. One officer, a muscular black man with sunglasses, swallowed hard and lifted his gun, backing up with the others.
"Hey Brute, back off. We're just doin' our jobs!" Brute cracked her knuckles and advanced on them, trembling and growling.
"I'm gonna lose now thanks to you chumps!" The last officer, a large, tanned man with a serious five-o-clock shadow began sweating and glanced at his partners.
"This isn't going to end well," The first officer shook his head.
"No...no it's not," Brute screamed and dove at them, the street cracking when she crashed into it with the first officer. The other two screamed and dropped their guns, being dragged down into the beat down with the first. Bits of concrete and spatterings of blood hit the onlookers. Several cringed, a few cried, others just stared in wide-eyed horror. Brute stood up, dusting off her hands. She spit on the cops and crossed her arms.
"And don't ruin my turn again! Now where is that fat head..." Brute took off to the sky, trying to find Berserk. The cops sat up wearily, battered and broken. The second cop looked around, groaning at the state his gun was in. The last cop rubbed his head and wiped the blood from his face.
"Oh man...why did the chief send us to stop them..." The first guard sighed when his radio began squawking.
"What is it chief?" The chief babbled on the other end. The cop cringed, "Chief, we just got crushed by one of the punks...oh fine...fine...we'll check it out..." The cop climbed to his feet and cracked his aching back.
"What's the deal?" The others got to their feet, wincing and holding their vast injuries. The first cop rubbed his sore head.
"There was a break in at the research facility...we have to go check it out..." All three groaned and hobbled down the sidewalk to the laboratory.
XxXxX
Jomo shook his head, tapping the end of the syringe. He was almost at a breakthrough, if there was just a way to test it. He pooled over his notes, checking the various beakers he'd been examining.
"It should be ready, now...but without an organic test subject," Jomo just shook his head again. He paused, hearing a knock on the door. His throat tightened and his hand fell to his laser blaster.
"H-Hey! Open up! Th...This is the Villington Police!"
"Hey...it's Vile Town now, isn't it?"
"Shut it! That's just what the Oppressor calls it!" Jomo rolled his eyes, his gaze landing on the syringe. He picked it up and tapped it again, glancing at the door. Perhaps they could help him. Jomo unlocked the door and slid it open. The cops quickly turned, only one gun between the three of them. They recognized Jomo and lowered the weapon.
"Oh...it's you, that hero," Jomo nodded and took in the state of their injuries. He looked up at the leader of the three.
"You've fought the Powerpunks, haven't you?" The cops sighed and looked away.
"Uh...no the green one just beat us up..." The last cop muttered. Jomo nodded and waved for them to follow him. The cops crowded inside the small makeshift work station, in awe at all the work Jomo had done in a single night.
"Wow Jomo Momo, what've you been workin' on?" Jomo picked up the syringe and glanced at the cops. He sighed and turned to them.
"A way to fight the Powerpunk Girls and the Oppressor...you three can help me," The cops stared at him in disbelief. Jomo lifted the syringe, squeezing out a drop. The cops traded a look, sweating and laughing sheepishly. Jomo just smirked.
XxXxX
Brat pouted and sat in the middle of the street, refusing to move for anyone. She glared at the ground, a burn mark on the back of her shirt. Berserk poked her head out from her hiding spot, looking through buildings to see Brat. She groaned and shouted out at her sister.
"Brat quit moping and come find us!" Brat shook her head and intensified her pout further.
"No! I'm not playing anymore!" Berserk groaned and put her hands on her hips.
"You're being such a baby!" Brat growled and glared in the direction Berserk's voice was coming from.
"You cheated!" Berserk rolled her eyes and shrugged.
"So what? You're just mad I thought of it first," Brat huffed and resumed glaring at the ground. Brute sat with her chin on her hands, listening to the exchange from where she was hiding. She groaned and looked away, quickly becoming bored.
"Don't move Punk!" Brute looked up from where she was sitting, rolling her eyes.
"You guys again..." The three cops from before stood across from Brute, looking far more confident than before. They almost seemed to be glowing. The leader pointed his finger at Brute, narrowing his eyes.
"You aren't getting off so easy this time," Brute laughed and climbed to her feet, grinning menacingly.
"Alright, you wanna play again? I'm bored anyway!" Brute charged at the cops. The leader lifted his thumb, a gesture like a gun, at Brute. The tip of his finger began glowing. Brute gasped and paused. The resulting red blast shot her through the back of the laundromat. Brute crashed into the ground, growling and sitting up on her elbows.
"What was..." A car thrown by the third cop cut her off, burying her beneath a pile of metal. The three cops stood on guard, waiting for her to get out. Brute didn't disappoint, tearing her way through the ruined vehicle, snarling and growling like a wild animal.
"Okay I'm mad! I'm really, really mad now!" Brute gave a war cry and charged at them going full speed, fist drawn back. The first cop lifted his finger and knelt down, firing several more energy blasts at Brute. Brute jumped the first few, her charge coming to a stop. She rolled away from the blasts and began to return fire with her heat rays.
"I got this!" The second cop stepped forward, holding out his hands. A blue barrier appeared around the cops, deflecting Brute's heat rays.
"Oh come on! Where did you guys get super powers?!" Brute shouted. She took off toward them again. This time the third cop cut her off, throwing a superpowered punch into her abdomen. Brute lost her breath, allowing the cop to continue smacking her around and throw her into the air. The first cop smirked and stood up, shooting the punk out of the air. He blew across his finger and pretended to holster it.
"Alright fellas! We took down one of the Powerpunks!" They froze when they heard a harsh voice above them.
"You did what?" The cops turned to see Berserk and Brat floating overhead. The leader looked at the other two and nodded. They turned on the punks.
"Powerpunk Girls, you're under arrest. Come quietly and we won't have to hurt you," Brat snickered and Berserk laughed out loud.
"You clowns hurt us? That's funny! Let's crush 'em Brat!" Brat nodded and together they flew at the super officers. The second cop threw up his hands, bringing up the blue barrier again. The two punks crashed into it, bouncing off harmlessly. The first cop knelt down, firing two shots that smacked them to the ground. The last cop grabbed the nearest punk, Berserk and threw her across the street.
Brat sat up and growled, letting out a supersonic scream. The sound waves shattered the glass around them, but the second cop's blue barrier stopped it cold. Brat stomped her foot angrily, charging at them. The first cop fired at her, but Brat rolled out of the way.
"Ha, you missed!" She ran head first into the third cop's fist, falling to the ground in a daze. Berserk sat up and rubbed her head, glaring at the cops. The first cop smirked and all three turned to the last Powerpunk.
"Down to just you Berserk, you three are finished," Berserk growled and stood up straight, biting her lip and trying to find someway to attack. The first cop lifted his finger and fired. Berserk dodged the blast just to get smacked down by the third cop. She lifted her head and blew out her firebreath at them. The second cop neutralized it with his barrier and the first cop shot Berserk between the eyes, knocking her through the building behind her, unconscious.
"Alright, let's get them together so Jomo can take away their powers..." The first started, looking around for Brat, "Where did..." The second cop called from the other end of the street.
"Brute's missing!" The first cop growled, rubbing his chin.
"Darn...alright, we'll find them again," The other two nodded and the trio of super cops set out to find the Powerpunks.
XxXxX
Berserk groaned and sat up, glaring when a hand slapped over her mouth. She shoved the hand away and looked at her sisters, who were glaring just as harshly at her.
"What was that for?" She whispered. Brute glanced out from the basement where they were hidden.
"They'll hear you, stupid!" Berserk rolled her eyes, but didn't argue. She rubbed her chin. Brat pouted and sat down, cross-legged and arms crossed.
"That's not fair! How did they beat us?" Brute shrugged, sitting down next to Brat.
"That's so stupid...there's no way they're stronger than us..." Berserk shook her head, sighing and sitting down.
"No they just work really well together...we're way stronger," Brat looked at Berserk with a sneer.
"Oh really? So how do we beat them them Miss Nerdy Brainy Loser?" Berserk glared at Brat and stood up, putting her hands on her hips.
"We'll just have to work together," Berserk nearly gagged uttering those words. Brat looked appalled and Brute made vomiting noises.
"Work together? Ew! That's so lame! I'm not gonna help you!" Brat cried, standing up and brushing off her skirt. Brute stood up, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, that's so stupid, why don't we just punch them until they don't get up?" Berserk stuck her tongue out, rubbing her stomach.
"I don't like it either...let's just make it quick, get it over with, and never talk about it again!" Brat and Brute both groaned, but nodded. They swallowed hard and flew up into view. Spotting the cops, the punks landed across from them. All three felt a certain degree of nausea.
"Alright chumps...we won't go easy on you this time," Brute said, pointing a mitt at the cops. The super cops traded a glance and nodded, the first lifting his finger and preparing to open fire. Berserk took a breath and slowly let it out.
"Alright...we've got to work t-t-together...ugh it even tastes bad..." Berserk shook her head and spoke a little lower, "When he fires, Brat you go left, Brute, go right. I'll jump forward and fire at them so the big guy will put up the shield. When the other guy tries to nail me, you guys clobber him," Brute and Brat traded a glance, leering and nodding. Berserk didn't notice.
"Game Over, Powerpunks," The first cop fired and the punks jumped into action. Berserk jumped forward and fired her heat rays. As predicted, the second cop put up his shield and the third lurched out to take a swing at Berserk. Berserk swallowed and clenched her eyes shut. She cringed and gasped when the blow landed on the back of her head. She fell down and rolled away from the following attack.
"You idiots! You were supposed to hit him!" Brat and Brute shrugged, Brat grinning.
"Sorry," She said sarcastically. Brute snickered.
"We forgot," Berserk glared at them and looked back at the cops, who had regrouped. She screamed and backed up, glaring at her sisters.
"Just cooperate and get this over with you jerks!" Brat and Brute looked at each other, then gagged and nodded, floating down beside Berserk. The first cop smirked and opened fire on the punks. This time everything went as planned. Berserk jumped forward, prompting the field to go up. When the last cop came out to attack her, Brute came down on him, a swift blow knocking him down. The other two gasped. Brat dropped down, stomping on the strong cop's back, knocking him out. She used him as a springboard and threw a swift punch at the forcefield. The second cop swallowed hard and kept his hands up, pouring his strength into the field.
All three punks backed up and looked at each other. Nodding they charged in unison, the combined force of their punches shattering the field. They then laid out the second cop quite easily, leaving just the first to fend for himself.
"Oh no," The punks grinned devilishly and dove on the cop. Chunks of street and blood flew everywhere as they punched, kicked, bit, and headbutted him into submission. The punks fell back, laughing and giggling.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Berserk asked, holding her stomach as she laid on the ground laughing. Brute sat back, holding her self up on one arm, holding her stomach with the other arm.
"He was so freaked out! That was great!" Brat covered her mouth, trying to stop laughing. The giggles broke out and she fell back, kicking her legs and laughing harder. The three slowly calmed down, glancing at each other once the hilarity died down. Their smiles turned to glares as they floated into the air.
"We're never doing that again," Brat said defiantly.
"You guys are on your own," Brute spat.
"We're not even going to talk about this," Berserk hissed. The three huffed and crossed their arms, trading hateful stares. The punks looked away from each other and, without a word, they flew home, a bit closer than usual.
And so once again the day is ruined thanks to...the Powerpunk Girls!
Author's Note: For anyone who is curious, the three cops in this episode were the three crooks from Powerpuff Bluff.