Chapter One
Within the city of Townsville, peace kept on flourishing even with the endless waves of crimes committed by supervillains and crooks, both old and new. Its three powerful heroic girls continued to protect its innocent citizens and preserve hope for the people, and this has been the way for quite a number of years. But such a status quo would soon weigh down on a few familiar antagonistic forces.
Under a bridge among the vast storm drain system, seemingly devoid of any water, three rowdy and rough-looking boys sat and stood about. Scattered all around were several opened-up wrappers for chocolate bars and sweets as well as a couple of crumpled cans emptied of their substances. Beside them was an old and weary boombox radio that still seemed to work, albeit barely, as it blared a bit of generic rock music.
The eldest of the three brothers, Brick, had a long spiky ginger-red mullet that reached down to hip length, if not passed it. His fire-engine-red eyes were matched by the colour of his cap and long-sleeved T-shirt. A few bangs of hair poked out from beneath his cap. The middle of the three, Butch, had short bangs of black in front above his forest-green eyes, spiky locks pointing upward, and a small ponytail shaped like a cowlick. Lastly, the youngest of the three, Boomer, had short blond hair flipping outward above his cobalt-blue eyes in a spiky wings haircut. All three boys had a thick black strip across their T-shirts and wore black baggy jean trousers as well as black and white converse shoes.
"Boy, who would've thought that wreaking havoc and kicking butt, specifically the butts of those lame-o Powerpuff Girls, would end up so boring and unfulfilling?" Brick, sipping at a can of Coca-Cola. "That's what we were made for".
"I know, right?" Butch, slurping loudly with a can of 7up in one hand. "Especially when it seemed like fun at first". He then drank a can of Sprite in the other hand. "But now, fun itself stopped being fun".
"Yeah, after that whole custody battle with those two weirdos, the fight at the concert with those girls and that wimpy boy band, and having to chase after that Boogieman, we've done nothing and had nothing", Boomer recalled, gulping from a can of Pepsi. "Not even nothing, just nothing but nothing".
Brick then chucked an empty can right at Boomer's head. "Shut it, Boomer, I'm the one supposed to do all the thinking".
"Sorry", Boomer said while while rubbing the impact on his head.
"And don't apologise", Brick sassed back before crossing his arms and slouching back. "What is there left to do? There must be something".
Just then, Boomer's ears caught something coming from the boombox, a bit of music, a plucking bass and some popping drumbeat put together into a stylish rhythm. This music looped a few times within a span of seconds before a voice entered in and began rapping along the melody. Eyes wide with curiosity and mouth shaping into a slight smile, Boomer started lightly bobbing his head and one of his feet to the beat.
Also hearing the odd music as well as seeing his youngest brother move along to it, Brick cocked a brow as he stood up and walked to the boombox.
"Now what kind of music is that?" Brick questioned.
"I dunno, but I like it already", Boomer replied.
"I didn't ask you", Brick retorted with another tap to Boomer's head.
As the stylish song continued playing on while Brick and Boomer listened with either intrigue or scepticism, a certain thought or even an idea crossed its way into Butch's mind.
"Say, why don't we just become a rock band again?" Butch stood up and suggested.
"You think we should?" Boomer asked.
"Yeah yeah, we should", Brick thought about it and agreed with Butch. "We should be a band again, a hardcore punk rock band. To show the world what real music really is. Just like back at the Music Fest, only without that dumb disco dope who ditched us".
"And the Powerpuff Girls?" Butch brought up.
"Eh, like we gonna let 'em bother us anymore", Brick waved off. "Come on boys, let's ditch this city. Those girls can have it all to themselves. We're going our own way now".
Meanwhile, a dark shadowy figure, with slender claws and eyes of glowing white, spied on the Boys from within a large storm drain nearby. "So you will..." She spoke with a deep hiss before letting out a low chuckle.
To be continued...