Fan Fiction ❯ Powerpuff Maximum EX. ❯ Chapter 3

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

She was impressed by the apartment Buttercup lives in. It wasn't very spacious but it did have a nice view of the city, plus it was large in terms of how many rooms it had.

Buttercup walk pass her and set down a box with some of her most important items, which all were from Rachel, and turn to smile at her. In the two weeks that she, Princess, had moved in everything seemed to actually turn around for her. She wasn't as suicidally depressed as before, to be truthful she was actually happy for the first time in so many years.

"Is this all of it?" Buttercup said as she placed her hands on her hips, "I thought you would have like Mt. Olympus installed in the bathroom."

She laughed a little, it was true she was spoiled rotten. But she wanted to start over; and to do that she only brought what mattered to her. Buttercup sighed and picked up the box again, normally something like a heavy box full of monumental items wouldn't be a problem for a powerpuff but during the Mojo virus outbreak Buttercup was infected.

Professor Utonium and a few of his friends manage to create a cure, with a steep price. Buttercup had lost most of her inhuman strength, skin turned very pale, to the point she would have been an albino if her hair wasn't black and eyes were green and finally most of her powers had disappeared; some considered her one of the lucky ones.

Lucky, Buttercup thought as she set the box onto the bed while talking to Princess, how come I feel so far from lucky one I need a telescope to see what that looks like?

Blossom looked down at her hands, they were covered with blood and small ribbons of flesh hung from her sharp claw like nails, the entire room was blotched with burn marks and ice patches and there were a few bodies here and there.

Blossom looked back down at her hands again, they were shaking quite badly and a wave of bile built up in her throat. She fought the feeling of falling apart then and there so she could go report another villain group won't be back on the streets, which isn't something she wants to really do.

Blossom went to the bathroom to clean herself of blood and gore, and while she washed off her black fox-like ears she wonder why this only happens when she goes after villains and only villains? This Never happens when she's out in public, or alone; maybe a few times when she was near Bubbles (which makes her question her sister a bit).

She cleared her head, back out in the field of carnage she searched out where the now departed placed their stolen money. Before her life went to hell she would have never do something like this, it went against her very moral being; even now she was slightly sicken to lift up the money sacks but after so much death, pain, misery and suicidal thoughts she figured the city is going to retrieve the money anyway.

Screw it, she thought as she drop the bags, if the new mayor doesn't get her "special cut" and wants the young puff arrested than so be it. She's getting sick of this life anyway, worrying about going off into these lunatic fringes, her slightly insane sister and about protecting a city full of worthless, ungrateful people; let the police take her to a new, but more pleasant, hell.

Blossom hovered above the blood stained ground, her head hung low as she fought the urge to turn around and take the blood money; to justifies a means with a unlawful action, to protect the people, to keep Bubbles from doing something dumb, to protect Buttercup from herself.

To be human by the wrong means.

But in the end her compassion for the morons of Townsville won out, she hated when the ends justifies the means.

Blossom lifted two bags and floated out of their.



Bubbles pushed away the fallen support beam, beneath it was the secret door to the Professor's special lab area. The one where no one without expressed permission to enter, the one they swore to keep secret no matter what.

Bubbles grasps the latch and gave it a yank, while the professor wasn't a strong man he did us a special power glove to open the door. Bubbles kind of strained herself to open the heavy allow latch and rested once done.

Why she was doing this was because she learn that Princess had moved in with buttercup, and if she were to proceed with her plan she would require something "special" in case Buttercup would interfere.

Bubbles caught her breath and finally looked down the long, narrow stairs that lead to a dark area. Steeling herself Bubbles descended into the lab, since it was dark she used her "night-vision" sight to peer around the now abandoned lab. There were quite a bit of strange equipment around, some were to monitor or be monitored.

Bubbles looked over a small orb like object near a huge metal tube, the orb itself was about the size of a tennis ball but smooth and completely sliver. Picking it up the orb literarily melted away and slipped through her fingers in a matter of seconds, she raised a brow and looked at the large metal tube.

Squinting a bit she could make out a word carved into the coffin-like lid; something that reads guilty - or closely to that -. Bubbles shrugged and went about the lab, if she had payed attention to the orb she held the liquid it became shifted and moved silently towards the large tube.

Bubbles stopped at a couple of rolled up blueprints laying on a table, she shrugged and moved onto a metal shelf cabinet; there was a bio hazard sign on it. Opening it she found two selves filled with sealed vials filled with different liquids within them, picking them out at random she found they have labels on them.

Mojo virus, she thought as she looked at the label and put it back, Chemical X Jaquio? She shook her head she placed it back in it's slot, she wanted something nasty and twisted.

The demon virus, she smiled.



Cherri "Sedusa" L'nox & Barbara "Femme" Fatal wanted to drink the world away and let the courts take the three monsters off their hands, but with the hangovers, the need for discipline and three superpowered children: It turned out to be a bad idea.

Besides; drinking isn't their bag.



Barbara rubbed her temple as she sat in the chair facing the principle, who has a black eye, and somewhat glaring over at the jade rowdyruff.

"And that's when he tossed the photos out the window," the principle finished.

"What photos?" Barbara asked, she kind of regretted asking but she would need to know. Butch handed over a photo and Barbara's eyes widen, her face twitched. "How the hell did those two lift themselves that high with just hands?"

"Ms. Fatal," the principle said, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to expel your young son."

And that's number three, Barbara thought.



"Can you explain something to me," Barbara said as she and her forcibly adopted son, "I understand how Brick got expelled, he's rebellious and doesn't like to follow authority; Boomer got expelled because he didn't know better when he tied that snake to the hamster." She shivered at the though, she hated hamsters.

"At least Boomer got to go back, and Brick spends his time with his bike," Butch said as he placed his hands into his pockets.

"That's because Boomer straighten up and began to fly right, Brick is a different story but he too straighten himself out."

"And I have to ship up or shape out," Butch said as he rolled his eyes.

"That's Shape up or ship out," Barbara corrected, she was silent for a moment and looked over her shoulder at the young green ruff, he was already in the junker of a car and she sighed.

Getting in she started the car and head home, along the way she open her mouth to say thing but shut it. She hope maybe Sedusa could get through the boy where she can't.



Beep, beep, beep.

The line moved along the screen, moving along with his heartbeat as a doctor came in and check on his patient's condition.

Beep, beep, beep.

Everything is normal and he goes off to the doctor lounge on the floor, if he had stayed for two more minutes.

Beep, beep, beep.

He would have seen something.

Beep, beep, beep.

Something Unusal.

Beeeeeeep.

"Damn it," the doctor said as he returned, a male nurse was trailing on his heels. When they reach the room they DID found something unusal.

The line moved in a straight line, unmoving and unchanging.

"Where the hell is this patient?!" The doctor said as he watched the nurse run off for sercurity, returning his sight to the empty bed and the open window.