Hey Guys! Crescent Rider here and I welcome you to the crossfic story of the Powerpuff Girls and the Boys! But before you all go, let me remind you of something.
First off, the Powerpuff Girls possess a different name and origin than their original cartoon counterpart, same goes for the Professor Utonium of the story. As for the rest of the characters, Good and Bad. They will not be making an appearance, no matter how much you try to convince me otherwise.
Instead, expect certain names and descriptions to be cameoed in the story and the personalities and powers of the girls remain the same but at a much realistic pace.
Second, be aware that I haven't watched a full episode of The Boys. I may have heard and seen clips of it, but there's little knowledge I possess besides what I know of Homelander and Billy Butcher.
Finally, I want to let you all know that there will be large changes and the original content since the story will focus on the girls more frequently and bits will show the cast of The Boys.
That is all I have to say and enjoy the prologue!
Years after the end of World War 2. America had won against Nazi Germany, and Vought American was formed after their Founder, Former Nazi Scientist Frederick Vought, was pardoned for his contributions to America through the succession of Compound V.
One dose led to the creation of America's greatest hero, Soldier Boy, and the formation of the 20th Century superhero team, Payback. They were known across all of America, but few only ever knew the truth about these 'Heroes' and the actions they committed under their superiors.
"Monsters... All of them,"
Reading today's newspaper was a man in his late 40s, a long-sleeved shirt, tie, suit, and pants was one of Vought's prestigious scientists, Dr. Drake.
"You don't have to tell me that twice," An African American Waitress serving Dr. Drake's fresh apple pie, "Especially with the shit we had to go through. You, Drake, are an exception,"
"I just love how special your apple pie tastes, nothing wrong with that," Drake's modest comments earned the Waitress' smile, and tends to another customer,
In fact, the diner where Dr Drake eats is often filled with African American Customers and some have faced harsh discrimination from the 'Proud' White American populace. Despite being a White American, Drake's moral compass deems these people as people. Regardless of race, skin, and religion.
After Drake finished his apple pie, he pulled out his wallet and dropped 30$ on the counter, "Just as I first tasted it, keep the change,"
As Dr. Drake walked his way out of the diner, everyone gave their warm goodbyes and walked the street to the nearest bus stop. But as he passed by an appliance store, he soon saw a news report about a Deceased Vought Employee stealing Compound V to become a Super.
Dr. Drake showed no empathy or sympathy for that employee nor did his own family after Payback fought and executed him. For he was Drake's scapegoat and a stole. A vial of Compound V is hidden in his suit pocket.
When taking the far end of the bus, he pulled out his cell phone and contacted a number. Then the call came through as Drake put his phone near his ear, "How is she?"
"Is that the first thing you want to say to me, have some respect, man."
"Hello, Keith. Now I'll ask you again, how is she?"
"She's well, apart from being in a medically induced coma in this dump of a hospital. Tell me why you're keeping her like this again?"
"I couldn't trust hospitals, private and public. I've been planning and executing this operation for years. I will see this through, and I won't let anyone, not even Vought himself, get in my way,"
"You're fricking crazy, especially after you framed that mean sucker from Vought. Good riddance though,"
"I'm en route to the rendezvous point. Remember to pick me up at the usual time,"
"Sure thing, and I'll leave little Kath here on a blanket and a doll before I go,"
"See you there,"
With the call having come to a close, Drake soon reached his stop and walked down a certain pattern to the rendezvous point. With the creation of surveillance cameras, he couldn't afford to be caught on camera.
Minutes passed and Drake soon walked down a dark alley. There, he was met by a group of thugs and all of them were snickering at his general direction as well block his only path forward.
"Boys, as much as you want to mug me. I suggest you step aside,"
"Not until you give us what's on you,"
Drake sighed, especially when one of these thugs pulled out a knife and some were holding either a metal pipe, crowbar, or baseball bat. Though out of them was holding a revolver with its hammer half-cocked, "Didn't your parents ever tell teach you any manners?"
"Shut up, before I put a hole between your eyes," The thug leader raises his revolver at Drake,
Though aware of the danger, he remains calm and composed. Especially when he glanced at his watch for the time, it was close to Midnight and then he set his sights on the thugs again.
"I'll say this one more time, give us what you've got. Or I drop you dead,"
"You first,"
On cue, the thug leader's head was blown open and soon fell to the ground while the other thugs were startled by what happened. The man who pulled the trigger was an African-American man wearing a dark-brown suit, white t-shirt, long brown pants, and leather shoes.
As for the gun he was holding, it was a silenced 9mm pistol and properly held due to his training and experience with firearms, "If you all know what's good for you, I suggest you drop your weapons,"
The other thugs were visibly alarmed by this, and dropped their weapons on the ground, "Good, now down on your knees and hands behind your back,"
As these thugs looked cooperative, Drake was awfully calm by the situation, "My apologies for running in late, old friend,"
"Save your banter in the car," Keith wasn't batting an eye on him as he focused on the thugs first, "Now all of you make way for him. And if I see any of you so much as flinch towards him, I'm shooting you through the knee, or the head. Can't guarantee on either outcome,"
The thugs slowly give way for Drake, and the latter casually walks through the kneeling thugs, and around their lifeless leader. Once he had joined Keith's side, the gun was lowered, "Now scram before I waste the lot of you!"
Without hesitation, the thugs ran off without their lifeless leader and Drake just patted Keith on the back, "Is the car ready?"
"Ready as always, and what about the body?"
They just glanced at the body, then they carefully moved the body next to a dumpster. Drake then closed the man's eyes with gloved hands while Keith grabbed the bullet casing on the ground.
With nothing else to do, they leave before the police reach the search. Their getaway vehicle was an old model car and Keith drove his way out of town. Upon reaching a certain destination, halfway towards their destination, the two left the car, put on fresh clothes, and set the car ablaze, along with the old clothes.
Drake's clothes made him look like a proper scientist while Keith's made him a private investigator. They soon went to a different car that was camouflaged with a ghillie netting and the cover of darkness.
They soon drove out of the area as the car exploded and neither of them flinched as Drake wore a check and handed it to Keith.
"It was getting old and worn out anyway,"
For two hours they drove, and their destination was an old and abandoned asylum. They'd stop by the entrance and what followed was the two disembarking from the car, "This place still gives me the creeps,"
"Don't worry, this will be the last time we'll visit this place,"
"Fuckin' finally,"
The two walked down the eerie hallway and paid no attention to the pests that lingered around the empty rooms and corridors. Though Keith's reactions were mild, Drake showed no reaction as he walked through the hallway, down a set of stairs, and unlocked a steel door with a combination lock.
As soon as the doors were open, the two were met with the only sterilized rooms of the asylum, the first consisted of several lab pieces of equipment while the other contained its only patient, a young and frail girl, on life support.
With Keith shutting the steel doors with bolts, Drake gazes upon his comatose daughter just as he pulls the vial of Compound V from his pocket, "I will save you, Kathryn. No matter what it takes..."
Thus, the work began with Drake and Keith wearing medical hazmat suits and synthesizing a modified version of Compound V. The latter may not look the part, but he possessed some level of experience in chemistry under Drake's instruction and served as his only lab assistant.
As for Drake's perspective, many executives in Vought American deemed him as Frederick Vought's equal. Though his moral compass and humane experiments put him at odds with the company's prestigious founder, especially when he's aware of the founder's life under Nazi Germany.
What caused his cold mindset and determination was an incident three years before today by an unstable Supe of Vought's. This fueled Drake's hatred towards the company but remained incredibly calm for Kathryn's sake.
After long hours of work and constant trial and error, Drake had succeeded in what may be considered his prized creation, A Modified Version of Compound V that is black and denser. However, the amount they managed to synthesize was enough for one syringe shot.
"So this is it? The very thing you've worked for three whole years," Keith glances at a box filled with dead rats, especially when there's one rat that's bigger than the rest and a hollow point hole through his body...
"We aren't sure of what it'll do once it's administered to the bloodstream," Drake then turned to Kathyrn as he readied the syringe containing said chemical, "But as long as she wakes up, I'll be content with just that,"
"But what if she turns up worse than most Supe? Then what?"
Drake looked rather stiff with his question, for there was a possible psychological change after this vial was administered to his daughter's body. Still, he doesn't bat an eye at his friend but responds just as he clears the air and opens the door to the second room, "Then I'll let you take responsibility... For I lack the thought and heart of killing my own daughter,"
There was tension between them, but Keith understood just as he watched Drake enter the room and properly administer the vial through Kathryn's IV drip bag. As he anticipated, the synthesized chemical bonded with the IV solution, flows from the tube down into Kathryn's arm.
What comes next is Drake pulling a chair close to her bed, and holding her hand. He then kisses Kathryn's forehead and slowly goes to sleep after a day's worth of work. Keith would cover his friend with a blanket and go to sleep in his car.
Upon short hours of silence, the IV Drip was close to empty...
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And Kathryn's eyes would open for the very first time...