AN: Starting with this chapter, I'm actually starting the challenges, hope you enjoy them! Thanks to who reviewed the last chapter, every review is appreciated :)

Chapter 1: Challenge 1

Professor's POV

I watched as HIM wrote out the challenge on a red piece of paper and I felt the dread bubble in my chest as I saw a sadistic grin cross his face. Buttercup was always the one who thought she was invincible, always reckless, so without her powers I feared greatly for her safety. My heart almost stopped when he stopped writing and walked towards me with the note.

"I did tell her you would see all the challenges beforehand…" he handed me the paper and I reluctantly read over it and felt all the color drain from my face.

"No, please don't make her do that. That's practically suicide, you can't do that!" I almost begged for him not to make her complete the challenge he had written out.

"They only get worse Professor, this is the least of it, I won't change my mind about any of these." I almost started crying, but I knew Buttercup would be disappointed if I did so in front of the enemy, so I held back the tears until HIM left to drop off the challenge. What did she get herself into?

Buttercup's POV

I woke up on my own time and felt my heart drop at the red piece of paper that sat on my dresser. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to read it in order to keep the Professor safe. Got out of bed and walked towards my dresser, seeing myself in my mirror in the process. Like most people do, I stared at myself for a moment: My hair was in a cute messy bun on the top of my head, my bangs had fallen in my face, covering half of my left eye, I wore a large green football jersey with only a pair of black underwear on underneath.

I eventually quit stalling and looked down at the paper, a few sentences were scrawled in cursive: "Dearest Buttercup, today marked the start of your challenge meaning with this not is your first challenge. Lay down on the Townsville Train Track, once you lay down, you can't get up for ten minutes, choose when you lay down wisely."

I blinked a few times and reread the challenge hoping I had read something wrong, but no matter how many times I went over it again it didn't change. I put the paper under my pillow and went downstairs to make breakfast. If I was going to possibly die, I wanted my last meal to be absolutely delicious. Most people wouldn't guess, but I was a damn good cook! I grabbed milk, eggs, and bacon from the refrigerator as well as bread, potatoes, smoked paprika, and cinnamon from the pantry. I mixed the milk, eggs, and cinnamon together for the French toast mix, adding in a dash of sugar for good luck. I fired up the stove for three pans and put bacon in one, chopped potatoes seasoned with paprika in another, and three dipped pieces of bread in the other. As those were cooking, I grabbed two peaches, a box of strawberries, and a box of blueberries. I cut up the peaches and strawberries and put them all in separate bowls.

Once everything was done cooking, I set them up on three plates, each having three French toast, three pieces of crispy bacon and a small pile of home fries. I put the chopped peaches on top of one pile of French toast for me, the chopped strawberries and bananas on another pile for Blossom, and a generous amount of blueberries on top of the final pile for Bubbles. I put all the plates on the table and got out the silverware.

Before I could even wake up my sisters, they had smelled the food and came flying down the stairs, sitting in their respective seats before I could even blink. "Thank you Buttercup!" Both of my sisters smiled brightly and thanked me before digging into their plate. I made my way over to my seat and dug into my own breakfast, enjoying every bite of it.

After finishing, I went upstairs to get ready for my challenge. I brushed my teeth with my favorite cinnamon toothpaste and washed my face, then got dressed. I threw on a mint green t shirt with a knot in the front, revealing a small sliver of skin above the waistline of my light ripped denim shorts, the look completed with a pair of white ankle converse. I decided to leave my hair in the bun, but fixed my bangs so they would be out of my face. I put on my normal makeup and yelled to my sisters that I would be out for a little bit and left for Townsville Train Tracks. I sat on a bench, surrounded by a few other people who were waiting for a train. I waited for a train to go by and as soon as it did, I laid down on the track as if it was a normal thing to do and started a ten minute alarm. The people who were sitting on the benches jumped up in shock and confusion.

"Hey that's dangerous! Get off of there!"

"Isn't that a Powerpuff Girl? Why is she laying on the tracks?"

"That's Buttercup! What's she doing?"

"One of them finally went crazy!"

I tried to ignore all the comments and all the people taking pictures or videos and just laid on the tracks, praying that a train wouldn't come until after the ten minutes were up. I checked the time on my phone and saw I still had seven minutes left. I could hear many of the people making phone calls, but I knew unless they called my sisters directly, nobody could get here to move me in seven minutes. I tried to look calm, but I was anything but that. A train could come and crush me at any second and without my powers, I would be as good as dead.

Just as I thought I might be lucky and there would be no trains, I felt the ground beneath me start to rumble. I felt panic bubble up in my chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. I frantically checked my phone, hoping it would be one second from beeping, but it still had a little under a minute left on it, fifty-four seconds. Everything seemed to move in slow motion: the time, the ground, my life flashing before my eyes, and most importantly, the train that was starting to come into view. Fourty-one seconds. At the sight of me not moving even with the train coming, people began to panic much more, screaming at me to move and get off the tracks, that there was a train coming. Twenty-nine seconds. Their panic fed into mine as everything got closer and panicked tears built up in my eyes. Eight seconds.

The train was about five feet away from me when the timer went off. With all the speed I could manage, I launched myself off of the train tracks, the train grazing my foot as it blew by. I was really shaken, but I wouldn't let it show, I couldn't let it show. I got up and dusted myself off, then started to walk out without a word, as if it was a normal, everyday thing. One woman, however, wanted answers.

"What was that all about? You could've gotten yourself killed!" I looked at her and thought for a moment about what to tell her, and then I remember what HIM told me I had to say.

"Because I could and I wanted to." With that, I turned and continued my walk home, hoping my sister nor the media had heard about it. I walked down the streets on the way to my house and people were already giving me weird looks and whispering as if I didn't already know it was about my little stunt. Luckily for me, I managed to get back home without the media finding me, but when I got home I found out why, they were at the train tracks questioning all of the witnesses and my sisters were watching with wide eyes.

The noise from closing the door caught their attention and they quickly turned to face me with a look of genuine concern and confusion written on their faces. "Buttercup? Is… is this true?" Bubbles looked very worried and probably hoped that it was just a misunderstanding. I couldn't find the voice to answer so I just nodded my head.

They both gaped at me in confusion. "Buttercup, why? Please tell me you weren't trying to kill yourself…" Blossom looked terrified at the thought, tears shining in her eyes.

"No, I did it cause I could and I wanted to. If I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't have jumped out of the way." Their faces were those of shock and complete and utter bewilderment, they wouldn't understand, they couldn't.

Professor's POV

The first thing HIM showed me was a video from a witness, not telling me how it was going to end with a wicked grin on his lips. The whole video, I wanted to yell out to her to get off the tracks, but I knew it wouldn't make a difference and would only give HIM the satisfaction he wanted. I couldn't stop the gasp however as. The train came into view and she was still on the tracks. I felt the tears come to my eyes as the train got closer and closer and she didn't budge. I tried to look away, but HIM forced me to watch as the train came within 10 feet of her, still lying still. I started to feel physical pain in my chest area as the train got around five feet away from her and she finally jumped off the tracks, barely moving in time.

I let out a breath that I didn't even notice I had been holding and let a tear of relief trail down my face.

"Lucky you. You get to live another day, now you can see what media is already saying about your precious daughter." The screen switched to TMZ, them talking about Buttercup's stunt and calling her crazy and suicidal.

The news channel came in next, saying that, "It was only a matter of time before one of our city's heroes went crazy, and many people aren't too surprised that it was Buttercup." I felt fury towards all the people who wholeheartedly believed that she went crazy and was suicidal because of one daring stunt! They didn't know, but she was doing all this to save me! I could only hope that things wouldn't get too bad for her…

AN: That's it for Challenge 1! Looks like Buttercup survived! Will the challenges get harder or easier? Will she survive the next one? Stay tuned to find out! Hope you enjoyed and please review!