Fan Fiction ❯ Powerpuff Maximum EX. ❯ Chapter 17

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

There wasn't much to this; her supplier was asking for a favor and if she wants to keep her blood full of any but plasma she's going to have to do this. The deputy mayor, a kind of ginky woman with long black hair, was reporting the daily news that often meant nothing to her as she fixed up a heavy drink. She shrugged off the news of her daughter leaving Townsville with a powerpuff, it was good riddance in her mind.

She down her glass quickly in and slam it down, with some new found courage she now can think a little more cruelly. Her supplier wants this young fellow out of the way, that was something she can do. All it would take is a phone call to a few people on her list and that would be that.

It's coke time.

Mitch looked up at the old house, it has been a few years since he has seen this place. This was the place where his parents took him and prepared to sacrifice him to increase their power, this was also going to be his base of operations. He kind of expected this house to be picked up by the city and sold off but as he wonder into the backyard and pry open the backdoor he learn from the tall grass and the remains of toys he use to play with that no one has been here in a long time, and inside wasn't any better.

The marks of his mentor's battle still scar the walls of the sacrifice room, he only looked in for a moment but he went back searching the house for more pleasant memories. As he open the door of the master bedroom he shivered, here he decided to make this area his place of rest.

He set down his gym bag as he walked over to the large bed that his once loving parents slept, once where before they "disappeared" when he was young and left him with his grandmother, here he remember when he was just barely walking and just learning to control his talents his parents would lay him down here. But of course it was all a sick act, they only took care of him for one prepose.

He fell in spread-eagle and slowly curled into fetal position like when he was two years old near his mother and father, there are times where he prefer taking in a fantastical memory than the cold hard reality of his parents.

A few tears landed on the pillow as he pull the blankets over him, he allowed himself to go to a deep sleep.



It was barely day break on the city of Townsville; in the past it would bring even the most busy business salaryman to a stop to smell a rose. But now it was a moment of dread, this was the busiest time for the Majin Taisen leftovers as they scurry all over the place gathering/eating what they need before the day.

Speaking of which there were two gloves - a mutated freakish dog-like creature with sharp teeth and very thin legs with claws; they're rarely seen but are considered a threat - eating the flesh of some poor bastard that was at the wrong place at the wrong time (for the gloves it was the right place at the right time). Both reared their head and growled at the scent of another being there, a creature with thin limbs and a small torso despite it's tall height.

With a swipe of the hand this new creature, with more human intelligence as demonstrated by picking up a close by rusted pipe before hand, it snatched up one of the gloves than slammed the pipe right into the center of the creature's skull; it died instantly and the creature threw it aside as it went after the other dog-monster. One would say that the glove are fearless, but in reality they're very stupid things.

It didn't take much for the glove to tear the throat out of the creature, as it fell the dog lathed onto one leg and dragged it off into the shadows.

The results of demon virus.

Blossom let that thought roll around her head as she came upon the battle scene,she hated when she finds the infected ones like this. It constantly happened ever since the monster war, in a way she had become desensitize to death do to these creatures. But at the moment she wasn't here to watch the glove tear up a fallen dark racoon, she was here to get leads on taking Ms. Bellum down.

In the neighborhood there was suppose to be something that would help with her quest, she was told by her last remaining living friend, Robin, that here among these fallen buildings was a old hall of records that contain some information on Ms. Sarah Bellum.

"1224 Cushings street," Blossom said out loud as she read over the instructions given to her. She looked up and searched around for the building, it was the place where the glove had taken shelter. Shacking her head she floated to the other roof top, from here she enter the large brick building to find everything was a mess; there was blood, bones and papers in patches in the dark rooms. The damage to the building's structure didn't help much to ease what tension she has, it only added to the carnage.

While she push aside a large over turn filing cabinet she wonder how is she going to find what she needs? Picking up papers and folders at random and reading them in hopes of finding what she needs something moved, it was small and it was fast enough to avoid detection by the former puff.

What's this? Blossom thought as she saw something with Ms. bellum's name on it on the floor in a open file, as she reach down a dark entity ran across the room behind her. This time Blossom noticed and swallowed hard as she picked up the file, reading it over she found it was a standard birth certificate naming Sarah Bellum and one Alexander Morebucks as the parents of Princess Morebucks. Oh, Blossom thought as she rolled her eyes, truly shocking news! I would crush the most evil mayor with the news of her kid dating my sister.

Blossom stopped for a moment to consider that notion but passed it up, it only hurt Princess more than Ms. Bellum, and she didn't want to do that to her sister's girlfriend.

Blossom felt a slight headache coming on, this was a wasted trip. The headache began to get a little worse, it was so bad that her eye sight started to blur around her edge. Her fox ears began to twitch rapidly as she ran the tip of tongue over her teeth in a nervous motion while her fingers twitched a little, these were the signs of her slipping into her demon rage.

Before losing all consciences thought she saw a few gloves entering the room, she was in the center of a haunt of gloves.

A growl escape her lips as she hunch over and glared at the devil dogs, as one leap up to sink it's sharp teeth into anything fleshy it met Blossom's sharp claws via rib-cage and was sent through the window. Two gloves lung forward and snap their jaws at Blossom's shins than leap back, one of them earned itself a swift kick to the head that launched it into the air than another kick that folded it's body sharply. Blossom didn't even wait for the thing to land to attack the other glove with claws and fangs bare, she tore four gloves apart in one run towards the door.

Transversing down the infested hall there was much carnage, Blossom punched a hole in the floor and floated through it quickly. As the devil dogs crowded around the hole to seek their prey Blossom used her ice breath to freeze them in place, from here she went down another floor and found one glove was waiting for her by the stairwell entrance.

As the thing growled it rushed forward in a foolish attempt for lunch, all it earn was being sliced along the jaw line.

Twitching black fox ears, sharp fangs and slitted pupils made up what she was, it also made up what was holding a energy sword near her jugulars. To be fare her claw was near his jugulars too.

It was a mexican stand off between two kessha kitsune, blood fox.

Mitch and Blossom.



Ms. Bellum lean back, she assumed that her little hitman had done it's job. Now it was time to call up her so-called daughter and tell her how wrong she is and how horrid she is, it was something she loved to do as a "mother".

Downing a mix of gods know what she reached over to pick up the phone, she was about to dial but her deupty mayor walked in.

"Mayor Bellum," she said, "I hate to inform you of this but Gyruss has been killed."

"What!" Ms. Bellum shot out of her seat wide eyed at the news, Gyruss was her best assasin in Townsville and if he fell than this problem was worse than she originally thought. "Damn it!"

"What do you want intend to do?"

"For one thing," Ms. Bellum said as she walked around the desk, "I'm going to get the hell out of here before he comes looking for me."