An odd Man, small in stature, stands over a tank of water. This man is odd, with a tail fur and-By jingo, it's no man! It is the evil genius Mojo Jojo! But this is no fluffy fellow as you have seen before, for times have driven him to madness. Inside this tank is the doom of all mankind-but it was once its saviour. Mojo places a stern paw on the tank. "Soon" He says. "Soon those pathetic teens will die, and I, Mojo Prime, will reign supreme. MUHAHAHAHA!" He presses a button, and the tank begins to drain, revealing what once was Buttercup. Or was it? The figure stirs, and energy forms on her neck, crystallising into an unknown substance. "well, My genius surpasses ven my expectations!" Mojo mused to himself. But this was not him; cosmic forces are at work here, and even the best laid plans of mice and men often go arwy. The figure gathers energy, and forms a hammer from the same substance as was bestowed upon her. The tank is smashed open, and the figure smirks darkly beneath matted black hair. "Oh, Mojo, Such a fool were you to believe that I would simply allow you to control me. If you want me, you are going to have to please me first…
Meanwhile…
"Pop, I'm off out with Bubbles, OK?" The red-head Smiled at her father-who as usual was busy with his work.
"Okay. I…That's odd, Where's Buttercup?" Proffeser Utonium turned to his daughters. "She's not at another goth party, is she? Damn it, Why has this happened, I swear she got all the spice and not goodness…"
"Dad, you're talking in that odd science language again." Bubbles scolded. She could never understand him like this. Still, he was right, where was her sister?
"I hope she hasn't run away AGAIN" Bubbles shook her head. Blossom sighed. It always fell to her to do these so called mature things. "Cmon sis, we should check by the town hall; perhaps has seen her…"
Back at the secret lair, however…
"So, you expect me, a highly distinguished villain, to capture your father so you can poke fun at him?" Mojo Prime had heard it all now. He was ecstatic. He had turned a hero so far that she wanted her own father tortured. He smiled. It was time enough for him to get serious.
"Good, I see then that you accept the terms…now, about this odd gem-metal."
"I call it Malachite, and I would name you after it, for it seems fitting for a demonic villain."
"What of the other bad guys?" Malachite questioned her new master.
"Kill them. Show no mercy. Except HIM, I have a feeling she will be quite useful…"
Town hall.
"Mayor, have you seen Buttercup, I have a feeling she has scampered off again." Blossom began, but no answer came. Buubles flew towards the desk; there was the mayor of Townsville-drenched in blood, with a note made of a grren metal. It read 'Hello there, sisters! Enjoy the show….' Then the door slammed shut. Buttercup was no more, it seemed, and Bubbles began crying.
"Oh, come on!" Malachite snapped. "You know these times were coming! Get a grip-or die, I don't care. Makes it easier if you simply disappear…" Malachite summoned a dark rapier, and gestured threateningly. "Oh what fun." She smiled darkly. "Finally I can have my five minutes of fame, so called 'Leader'! It should have been ME! I always picked up the pieces when fuzzy held you in a net, When snoring stupid-head had you in a trance. ME! ME!" Malachite edged toward them. The other two looked at one another in disbelief. Both knew Buttercup was prone to acts of rebellion, but this?
Bloosom straitened up, not wishing to fight her own sister. "Quit it Buttercup! We get the point. Making the mayor look dead and scaring us with this crazy talk is not going to solve anything. Mojo Jojo is gone, along with all of the other bad guys. They went into hiding, remember?" But, even as she told her sisters this for the umpteenth time, a familiar fist crashed through the window.
"Did you miss me and my mech?" A robot voice droned. "Sorry to diturb the reunion, but I came here to pick up your sister." Malachite hopped onto the giant fist."have fun!" She said bitterly.
