Fan Fiction ❯ Powerpuff Maximum EX. ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

within this entire room were my failures as a villain.

Everything I could gather about myself in newspaper clippings, tickets, DVD collections of news footage, used gizmos and power suits: They were all here, every last one of them.

Even my biggest failure; my first power suit.

I pressed the tips of my fingers against the glass that kept the item free from dust and time, like so many other items in this museum of villainy failures. Moving away from the "early years" section to the door, my mind reeled around itself trying to focus better as I entered my room. I wanted to do a few more things before I perform the act.

My final act as both a person and a villain.

In my desk is a slender, leather bound - which is dyed my favorite color, a deep indigo - book with my name written in fancy calligraphy in silver ink. This was a gift for my ninth birthday before the Mojo virus had killed my mother; the person that gave me this.

I shivered as I looked at the mirror on my ceiling while laying down preparing the add one last page of my diary, next to me was the item that would be my final act as a villain. A vial of Chemical X Insigma; the superior to Chemical X.

I picked up the small glass tube and looked it over, it was filled with this deep purple liquid that has this strange soft glow to it. This stuff was suppose to be more powerful than it's predecessor, it's rumored that while it doesn't allow stuff like flying, laser beam eyes or some of the powers associated with the powerpuff girls - the poster children for Chemical X - but instead one would receive elemental powers (which kind of varies from person to person) and enhanced speed and strength.

Or so the rumors tells; Chemical X Insigma itself IS a rumor, a mystical relic among villains. I found it by pure chance while looking for something to steal from the Utoniums.

A tear slipped out of my eye as I sat up, placing the vial aside I began to add one last entry.

I'm crying, it has been so long I felt this way. After mom died.

At the moment I'm shaking badly, I had everything planned careful so someone - assuming it's a powerpuff - would find this diary before you would find my body, which would hopefully be on the bathroom floor.

I'm going to make a few confessions before I take my own life.

That's right, I'm going to take my own life. The question would like any other; why didn't I do it sooner? But let me tell you why I am doing this.

When I was young my dream was to be a powerpuff girl, not that I wanted to help people, save lives or have their powers. I wanted the attention, the popularity and, above all, love.

The last thing wasn't something I usually got when I was growing up, at least not until I was six years old. You see my parents were very cold people, very cold people. They would secretly beat me, not many knew of it or would suspect it; with my father skill he did not bruise or break anything but manage to hurt me, some times he would almost kill me and use his influences to cover his tracks. I vented my rage against the world as a spoil girl; which I am because he would buy my silence. Mother would break me mentally, I was a horrid creature, never meant to be born.

For those years I would think that, believe their lies. Until a maid named Rachel came, she was very nice and more caring than my real parents. While she would punish me, not like my parents but ground me and scold me; plus she would care for me when I was hurt or in pain.

I was slowly changing since we meant; but so did my parents, they became more vicious and mean. It gotten so bad mom - which is what I called Rachel - took me and we hide away in Tokyo Townsville, or at least until the Mojo virus hit and I watched her slowly die. For two years afterwards I lived on the streets, doing sexual favors as blowjobs and Cleveland clam steamer, since than I have grown sick of my life as a villain, as Princess Morebucks and, above all, sick of living a life where no one notices these scars and the moments that I cry silently during lunch period.

This is my suicide note, I know no one will miss me on this realm.



I look up from my diary as I closed it, placing the vial on the book and heading to the bathroom. Here I had all the tools for the night; a bottle of sleeping pills, a can of beer, some wine, a glass and a hunting knife. Mixing the beer with the wine I swallowed a few pills, now it was a matter of waiting for them to start taking effect.

A full ten minutes later after finishing the glass of wine/beer I picked up the hunting knife, deciding which is the better course; stabbing or slitting. Figuring I would just let what will happen will happen, I slowly press the edge against my left wrist veins and prepared to drag it across when someone slapped my hand and drop the knife. I felt my body being slammed into the bathroom wall and than a feeling of someone pressing against me.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Princess?"

Something was wrong, shapes and details were blurring as everything was starting to spin while my body was being numbed.

"SAY SOMETHING! DON'T BE SELFISH!"



I slowly awoke, I was in a hospital gown with a few IV tubes in my arm. Looking around I found I am in a hospital, Sitting up I saw Buttercup in the corner sleeping with my diary in her lap. I blushed as all my secrets were in that book and she has it, tears filled my eyes and I wanted to die. I looked around and saw the life support machine and try to reach over.

"I would break your arm to make sure live," Buttercup said as she stirred from her sleep. "I found you bleeding and got you here, and now I want to know why?"

"You read my diary," I said while turning away from Buttercup, I didn't want to look at her.

"You could have told someone," Buttercup got up and walked over to my side. "Instead of taking the abuse your could have told us."

"When I was younger I thought it was normal," I said, "I was stupid."

"What about now?"

For a moment I was silent, then I mumbled softly.

"We never hated you," Buttercup said, I had forgotten she has super hearing. "I never hated you, in fact.... I think you need to hear this," she looked at me.

"Buttercup," I said finally looking into her jade green eyes, I knew what was on her mind.

"I-I.... I think... Princess," Buttercup said as she kind of back away from a little, "you're staying with me, no argument." With those words she rushed out of the room without looking back, I couldn't help but smile. I always knew Buttercup has trouble telling how she feels except it's anger -

The door open and Buttercup came back, she grabbed my head and pressed her lips against my own before leaving again.

- and extreme happiness.