"UGH, I AM GETTING TIRED OF THIS!" the devilish creature shrieked in a deep voice, slamming his claws on the arms of his couch. It was the same thing over and over again. Every time, he would dream a scheme, so cunning, so diabolical, so deliciously tormenting. And every time, he would be defeated by those nasty Powerpuff brats. Every. Single. Time.
And it didn't just happen to him. The mighty, demonic Him was not the only one to undergo such experiences. It happened to every Townsvillain, or anyone who ever came across those stupid girls, for that matter. Too much time, too little results. Every time a villain thought they'd come up with a foolproof plan, the girls would always prove them wrong. Always.
Every. Single. Time.
"But there has to be a way to stop the girls," Him muttered, his voice now ringing with a falsetto tone. "Just because they've won so far doesn't mean they'll be around forever."
He placed a claw on his chin, deep in thought. Seemed like the monster attack hadn't really worked out. He was pretty sure he had created them just right. . . but it hadn't worked.
Well, not completely. Sure, Blossom was missing, her and her sick hair bow. But the other girls hadn't been defeated. Just because the cream of the crop had been reaped didn't mean that it was completely safe to go ahead and attack the rest.
What had destroyed his precious tiger, though? He was pretty sure the redhead had been defeated by it. Then what had gotten to it? How did it perish? He didn't sense that crazy brunette and that pathetic blonde get rid of it.
Perhaps this was a sign that he wasn't powerful enough. To weak to even detect traces of his own work? That was humiliating.
"Oh, there's gotta be something. . ." he thought out loud. "If only those girls had had equals to fight them, those monsters were probably too different than them. . . but how will that work out? Even the boys have miserably failed. . ."
But there had to be a way. A way to destroy those annoying Powerpuffs permanently.
The question was: What?
"If the boys didn't work, I wonder what will. . . they were those girls' spear counterparts, after all, I'm surprised tha-"
Him stopped. Slowly, his cruel smile carved itself onto his face as something clicked in his mind. "No, they're not equal. I may have made them better when I brought them back, but that wasn't the key. Which means I'll have to create some new kids. . ." he stopped again, and his smile vanished. How was he possibly to do something like that? He didn't know how to clone those girls as precisely as he might want. He didn't have what he needed.
Then what would?
Tired of his own thoughts, he picked up his rubber duck from the floor. "Oh, Mr. Quackers, whatever shall I do. . ." He gave his duck a squeeze, out of boredom.
Squeak. Squeak.
"Oh, what's that?"
Squeak, squeak.
"So I can create new villains, hmm? But, how?"
Squeak.
"By using the same method I used to create those monsters? Ah, yes. . . but will it work? They're only for creating monsters, after all. . ."
Squeak.
"Oh, I can make them monstrous?"
Squeak. Squeak, squeak.
"Oh, yes, of course! My own, precious little minions! Why, thank you, Mr. Quackers. . . but what can I possibly do to make them powerful enough to defeat those two?" Him said, setting Mr. Quackers down. It probably wouldn't make sense to make them out of the same materials for those monsters.
No, that wasn't the answer at all. He needed to make them out of specific elements that would give them life, power, and hatred, of course. He could still use the procedure that he had followed to create those monsters, but he would have to make adjustments to make sure that his new minions wouldn't have any physical disadvantages compared to Bubbles and Buttercup.
Carefully, he circled the vacant air with his claw. Slowly, pale red mist formed.
"Yes, seeds of hatred. . . let them be planted into the minds of these fellows," he murmured, herding the vapor into a cauldron. Then, using his psychokinetic powers, he located other necessary materials and brought them to the cauldron.
"Hmm, let's see, what would make the perfect pair to defeat those remaining Powerpuffs. . ." he murmured to himself. He didn't know what the outcome would be. But he did know he wanted his new minions to be strong and powerful, not to mention fast and intelligent. With great thought into each object in the debris circling him, he picked out the ones that he felt would be just right.
He threw in a broken light bulb, a few lumps of coal, and some bullet shells into the pot. Out of his collection, he also picked out a large eagle feather. Where that came from, he certainly had no idea. But Him knew that such a large feather would belong to a very strong eagle. At least it might contribute to his minions' strength.
Up until now, he'd felt that this heap of garbage was completely useless, and had really wished that the results of catastrophes would stop piling up at his home.
Now, he felt quite fortunate, indeed.
He continued to pick out materials and dropped them into the cauldron along with the other items that he had already put in, now covered with the wrathful mists of hatred.
Him's claws hurtled in a few more seemingly miscellaneous things. A skull, some water, dirt, flintstones, a banged-up fan, and a slab of polished cobalt. He was about to throw in a random kitten collar (just to make sure they would be bound to him) when the mixture began to bubble. The pale red vapor twirled and twined around each object, faster and faster; Him grinned and peered in, eager to see the results. . .
But progress was slow. While the cauldron was frothing and steaming, there was no other reaction for three minutes. Him's patience finally snapped. Without much care, he flung the collar away and dropped in a couple more materials. A hunk of rusted silver and a can of nightshade. As soon as he knocked them in, the mist changed color, from red, to silver, to blue-
The impact of the ensuing explosion hit Him with full force and knocked him into his couch. Well, that had been unexpected. He had expected puffs of smoke, just the way it had happened when he had created those monsters earlier, not the complete annihilation of the cauldron. He rubbed his head and peered into the fumes. It cleared up, and. . .
Him's jaw dropped at what he saw. He saw two figures. They matched the Powerpuffs in shape. But as more smoke cleared up, he could see that only one of them was a female.
The girl had short blond hair, slicked down, and there were bundled tufts of hair at the sides of her head, making her look as if she had just untied her pigtails. She wore a plain cyan shirt and a cobalt blue skirt to match it. Her black leggings extended beneath her outfit and ended with white Mary Jane shoes. She blinked her baby blue eyes as if she was confused.
The boy's appearance, though, differed greatly from his equivalent. He possessed coal black hair, cut short, and he wore a short-sleeved red shirt and dark gray jeans underneath it. Written in silver across his shirt, in metallic font, from top to bottom, were three words:
SHOW
NO
RUTH
In addition, his forearms bore Celtic griffon tattoos. At his feet were black military boots. His dark silver eyes gleamed with a metallic sheen. Unlike his partner, he just floated there, frowning, showing no sign of true emotion.
Him was pleased with how the male had turned out. But what about the girl? She seemed too. . . innocent to make a good henchman.
Just then, the girl's dumbfounded face broke into a psychotic smile. With insane, high-pitched laughter, she dove forward and stopped right at Him's face.
"Hi!" she yelped with excitement. "Wanna play a game? A game? A fun one? Let's play!"
With a shrill war cry, her fists dove forward. Him simply deflected the punches with his claw. Despite the fact that she had been born too recently to gain much power, her blows were strong, and Him could feel his claw go numb.
"Not in the mood for games, here," he said, flicking his other claw dismissively at the girl. He stood up and walked towards the boy. "I'm busy planning something important."
"Aw, but I wanted to do a killing game so bad!" the girl whined, following right behind him.
Him's ears perked up. Well, at least the girl wasn't a good one. Wait, had she just said "killing game"?
"Save it, sister," came a different voice. Him and the girl both turned to face the young boy, still hovering where he was. Folding his arms, the boy continued, "Games can wait. Our liege has just said he was busy."
Him chuckled. "Oh, how well-mannered you are! I suppose there is use to both of you, after all."
The boy bowed. "We are honored," he simply replied. His sister, still giggling, zapped up right next to him and curtsy.
Him took good note of their features. The boy's silver eyes and the sharp tips of his short hair shone like knives. The boy and been pretty cold and stoic, like steel. Steel. That was it.
"From now on," Him said, rubbing the boy's head lightly, "your name is Blade."
"Blade?" the boy repeated. After some silence, his round eyes grew cold with evil. "I like it."
"Oh, oh, me! What about me?!" the girl cried out, shoving her face into Him's. As Him pushed her away, he cast a good glance at her. The color of her skirt caught his eye. The way she laughed, such beautifully insane and evil laughter. Him realized he enjoyed hearing her eagerness. The eagerness to kill. He remembered the graceful way she had zapped about, in spite of her speed. And there was only one thing in the entire world that could kill so speedily and give its victims graceful deaths.
"And you," Him pointed to the girl, "shall be my little Belladonna. It means nightshade."
At that precise moment, the girl squealed in delight and spun in circles around her brother, causing him to reach out and grab her by the collar. "Excuse me for bringing this up," Blade said, "but it seems to me that my sister's name is a tad long."
"Oh?" Him replied. "Then what do you suggest?"
Blade, after thinking a moment, said, "Perhaps it would be easier to call her simply by 'Bella'. Wouldn't you think so, too?"
He turned to his sister, who only giggled crazily in reply, before hollering, "Bella! My name is Bella! Eeeee!"
Him smiled at his success. He now had more embodiments of evil before him. But of two contrasting aspects. Perhaps things would work out well, after all. "Come, you two," he said, "it's time we've discussed some things."
While Him walked back over to his couch, unknown to him, he kicked the kitten collar over the edge of his living quarters.
And the forgotten ingredient fell into the swirling mass of discord below.
Dang it! Guys, I'm so sorry for not updating for so long! I was on a short hiatus, AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO TELL YOU GUYS. -_-;;
From now on, when Him speaks with a deep voice instead of with that effeminate voice, it'll be in bold italics.
Here, we introduce two new OCs. These two were contest winners. In case you guys wanna know about the OCs more, I'm going to be posting status updates about them either on my profile or in every chapter they make an appearance in. Haven't decided yet, but this is their first appearance, so, here:
NAME: Blade
GENDER: Male
AFFILIATIONS: Evil
PHYSICAL TRAITS: He has coal black hair cut short, and he wears a short-sleeved red T-shirt and dark gray jeans, and he wears black military boots. His eyes are dark silver with a metallic sheen. He has Celtic griffon tattoos on his forearms.
PERSONALITY: He is quite reserved and has no portrayal of emotion.
NAME: Bella(donna)
GENDER: Female
AFFILIATIONS: Evil
PHYSICAL TRAITS: She has short blond hair, and she wears a cyan shirt with a cobalt blue skirt, and she wears black leggings with white shoes. Her eyes are baby blue in color.
PERSONALITY: She has a very energetic personality, and she is sadistic and cruel. She can grow cheerful easily.
These status updates are basically to recap what we know of the OCs so far. Blade belongs to ceceangel456. Bella belongs to Vanilla Butter 88.
I'll try to update faster next time~ ^^;