Fan Fiction ❯ Powerpuff Maximum EX. ❯ Chapter 37

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

20XX.

The city of Neogeoville.

A metropolis of technology and bio-engineering, built from the ruins of the fallen cities Townsville and Citysville after the second demon virus outbreak. It's a sprawling computer influenced place with a terminal at almost every corner and a armor police guard patrolling the streets on a hourly bases.

But no matter how much things change in the last few years thing stay the same.

Fourteen years old and already hacking into places she shouldn't be. The short hair redhead with the jade eyes was trying to change her grades before her mother saw them, she needs being grounded again like she need a hole in her head.

There was a message and she lean back, a moan escaped while "Alex, you're grounded for a week" flashed in the message bar.

"Mom, I saw I wasn't going to change them," she shouted as she walk to her door.

"Want to make it two?" Came the reply.

"Man," she sat down on her bed. "I'm screwed."

"I heard that," another reply came.

The motorcycle launch over the railing, it hung there in mid air with it's tires looking for something solid to latch onto. The rider was howling like a lunatic while someone on the sideline screamed, the rider tilt the cycle to the side so that if she landed on the wrong way the cycle won't flip over onto her.

She landed on her side hard as the cycle kept going and landed on a fallen wall, it then flipped over and laid where it fell.

The long haired brunette with shinny gold eyes just got up and dust off her fire suit, it helps that she has Chemical X Insigma in her.

Her friend, who was that someone that screamed, ran up to her and checked her over than gone into ranting raving mode over her reckless behavior.

"I'm fine," Gemini said as she walked over to the cycle. "Mother knows how to build a damn good bike," she flipped it onto the wheels and found no scratches or dents.

"Hey," the boy with the Yamaha jacket and baseball cap. "Aren't you listening? You could have cracked your neck! When your mother finds out about that wipe out both our butts are going to be in a sling."

"Don't worry, Chris," Gemini said as she rubbed her motorcycle. "Mother won't fi... Did you say 'if' or 'when'."

Chris shifted his weight as he rubbed the back of his neck, Gemini's cell phone rang. "You were doing so well on time trails I took a short movie with my picture phone and sent it to your mother on a feed."

Gemini glared at him as she listen to the worse chewing out anyone has to endure.

They are the powerpuff twins, or so they are called by their mothers. Both were conceived by taking a egg from both mothers, genically stimulated by the other's DNA samples and than placed into the other woman. Within nine months two healthy baby girls were born only hours apart from each other in different delivery rooms.

They grew up picking up pieces of their mothers' personalities, like Gemini, the older twin, is basically spoiled and a bit mean, and Alexandria, the younger twin, is a bit shy and gets into trouble.

Life was simple until their mothers began to fight worse and worse, in the end there was a messy divorce and the two twins went to live with their birth mother.

That doesn't mean they haven't been close, they've visited each other at least one day a week.

But lately they seem to be drifting apart.

Alex slowly began to seal herself off from the world and Gemini has been becoming more reckless and spoiled.

His name is Fuuma Fatal. He is a result of the same genetics that created his female cousins, only with two men and a artificial womb.

He is a short thirteen year old with white hair with red streaks and tan skin. Often he was made fun for this by his male cousins but he didn't let it get to him.

And at the moment he was watching a movie with daddy (Masahiro) while papa (Brick) was in the kitchen, it was just another Monday evening in the Fatal household.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Guys, dinner," Brick said as he stuck his head out the kitchen door.

Okay, he might change that part of the night. But everything else he'll leave as is.